Fic: Comfort
Title: Comfort
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Prompt: Set during 3x6 - When Merlin takes Uther that draught from Gaius and Uther gets all maudlin about his offspring - Merlin lays a comforting arm on his shoulder... VARIATION: ...and Uther ends up getting fucked over the table by Merlin. They're both angry and upset, they need an outlet!
A/N: I watched this episode and couldn’t find the scene the prompt refers to, so I set it after the last scene. This is my first time writing slash sex so I apologize if it’s horrible.
“Sire, I’ve brought the draught from Gaius.”
“Bring it here.”
Merlin did as the king requested, walking over to the chair next to the table. He took that moment to observe him. It was getting to be late at night, so Uther was dressed in just a shirt and pants. He had circles under his eyes. Merlin also noticed that his eyes were bloodshot. It also looked as if he’d been crying. The overall effect made him look not only tired, but years older. Apparently having Arthur refuse to marry Princess Elena was more difficult on him than it seemed.
“Thank you. You may go.” Uther said as he took the draught from Merlin and drank it.
“Are you alright Sire? Is there anything I can do?”
He paused briefly, and then said, “I can’t help but wonder if I’ve been an awful father all these years. All I have tried to do is what I think is best and Arthur fights me at every turn. Morgana even more so.”
Merlin kind of understood why the king felt like this. This week had been stressful for everyone. He was especially stressed. Dealing with the whole changeling issue had not been fun.
“I’m sure they know that sire.” He said as he placed a hand on the older man’s shoulder in a sign of comfort.
The next moment found Merlin with his legs against the edge of the table and Uther less than a foot away from him, his wrist being held in a tight grip. His reflexes were still very good for a man of his age. Instead of showing fear, he looked the king straight in the eye.
What happened next completely threw Merlin into a state of shock.
He was pulled forward and pulled into a rough and demanding kiss. It took him a second to realize how surprisingly good it felt. It took him another second to start kissing back. This week had been more difficult than usual and he needed some form of outlet. His hands quickly found themselves in the other man’s hair. They each battled for control of the kiss until the king finally relented. He took that sign of submission for all it was worth and moved around so that his partner was leaning against the table.
That thought almost made Merlin come. King Uther Pendragon was giving up control to him, a sorcerer. He broke the kiss; taking off both his shirt and the other man’s before claiming his lips again. He needed relief. Merlin moved his hands to Uther’s pants, undoing the laces and pulling them down. A sound came out of his king’s mouth. If he didn’t know better, he would have sworn it was a whimper of all things. Getting impatient, the warlock removed his shoes and pants, breaking the kiss.
Merlin stopped for a brief moment to take in the sight before him. The strong, unyielding, relentless King Uther was standing in front of him, naked except for his pants that were at his knees, looking like an aroused and needy whore. He turned the other man around and bent him over the table. Ridding the man of the pants, Merlin spread his legs.
‘Gods above, how am I supposed to keep myself together?’ The warlock thought as he observed his partner.
Before the king could say or do anything, Merlin coated his fingers with his spit and roughly shoved a finger into the man. Much to his surprise, Uther moaned and pushed onto his hand. He moved his finger in and out a few times before adding a second. Merlin noticed his partner had grabbed the end of table, spreading himself out even more. Losing the last of his self-control, he covered himself with saliva, grabbed one of the king’s legs for leverage and thrust into him.
Merlin went completely still and took a deep, steadying breath. It felt incredible. Uther was so tight around him. After giving the king a moment to adjust he slowly pulled out until just the head of his cock remained inside of the older man and then swiftly thrust back, burying himself as deeply as possible. Uther groaned loudly and gripped the edge of the table for dear life.
He was quite fit for a man of his age, Merlin observed. His legs were strong and muscular and his ass was firm and toned. He shifted slightly and heard a load groan from the king. The warlock stopped.
“Do you want to come sire?” Merlin asked the captive king.
Uther groaned at Merlin’s words. “Yes. Please. Be a good servant to your king and finish this!” He begged.
“As you wish milord.”
Merlin slowly pulled almost all the way out until just the head remained inside the desperate monarch, and then thrust into him as roughly as he could, making sure to hit the one spot that would drive him further into desperation. He continued to thrust into the man below him as hard and as fast as he could, enjoying the moans, groans, and whimpers that were a result of his actions. He could feel his climax approaching quickly. His grip tightened. He knew he was going to leave bruises on the other man.
Suddenly the king cried out, tensing around him. Feeling that heat tense around him was his undoing. Merlin gasped noisily as he came inside the older man. He stood still for a moment. The only sounds that could be heard were the heavy breathing of the two of them. Worried about the king’s reaction once he recovered his bearings, he swiftly found his clothes and redressed faster than he thought possible, wiping himself on his neckerchief and stuffing the piece of cloth in his pocket. After he was fully dressed, he rushed to the door and let himself out, closing it behind him.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Prompt: Set during 3x6 - When Merlin takes Uther that draught from Gaius and Uther gets all maudlin about his offspring - Merlin lays a comforting arm on his shoulder... VARIATION: ...and Uther ends up getting fucked over the table by Merlin. They're both angry and upset, they need an outlet!
A/N: I watched this episode and couldn’t find the scene the prompt refers to, so I set it after the last scene. This is my first time writing slash sex so I apologize if it’s horrible.
“Sire, I’ve brought the draught from Gaius.”
“Bring it here.”
Merlin did as the king requested, walking over to the chair next to the table. He took that moment to observe him. It was getting to be late at night, so Uther was dressed in just a shirt and pants. He had circles under his eyes. Merlin also noticed that his eyes were bloodshot. It also looked as if he’d been crying. The overall effect made him look not only tired, but years older. Apparently having Arthur refuse to marry Princess Elena was more difficult on him than it seemed.
“Thank you. You may go.” Uther said as he took the draught from Merlin and drank it.
“Are you alright Sire? Is there anything I can do?”
He paused briefly, and then said, “I can’t help but wonder if I’ve been an awful father all these years. All I have tried to do is what I think is best and Arthur fights me at every turn. Morgana even more so.”
Merlin kind of understood why the king felt like this. This week had been stressful for everyone. He was especially stressed. Dealing with the whole changeling issue had not been fun.
“I’m sure they know that sire.” He said as he placed a hand on the older man’s shoulder in a sign of comfort.
The next moment found Merlin with his legs against the edge of the table and Uther less than a foot away from him, his wrist being held in a tight grip. His reflexes were still very good for a man of his age. Instead of showing fear, he looked the king straight in the eye.
What happened next completely threw Merlin into a state of shock.
He was pulled forward and pulled into a rough and demanding kiss. It took him a second to realize how surprisingly good it felt. It took him another second to start kissing back. This week had been more difficult than usual and he needed some form of outlet. His hands quickly found themselves in the other man’s hair. They each battled for control of the kiss until the king finally relented. He took that sign of submission for all it was worth and moved around so that his partner was leaning against the table.
That thought almost made Merlin come. King Uther Pendragon was giving up control to him, a sorcerer. He broke the kiss; taking off both his shirt and the other man’s before claiming his lips again. He needed relief. Merlin moved his hands to Uther’s pants, undoing the laces and pulling them down. A sound came out of his king’s mouth. If he didn’t know better, he would have sworn it was a whimper of all things. Getting impatient, the warlock removed his shoes and pants, breaking the kiss.
Merlin stopped for a brief moment to take in the sight before him. The strong, unyielding, relentless King Uther was standing in front of him, naked except for his pants that were at his knees, looking like an aroused and needy whore. He turned the other man around and bent him over the table. Ridding the man of the pants, Merlin spread his legs.
‘Gods above, how am I supposed to keep myself together?’ The warlock thought as he observed his partner.
Before the king could say or do anything, Merlin coated his fingers with his spit and roughly shoved a finger into the man. Much to his surprise, Uther moaned and pushed onto his hand. He moved his finger in and out a few times before adding a second. Merlin noticed his partner had grabbed the end of table, spreading himself out even more. Losing the last of his self-control, he covered himself with saliva, grabbed one of the king’s legs for leverage and thrust into him.
Merlin went completely still and took a deep, steadying breath. It felt incredible. Uther was so tight around him. After giving the king a moment to adjust he slowly pulled out until just the head of his cock remained inside of the older man and then swiftly thrust back, burying himself as deeply as possible. Uther groaned loudly and gripped the edge of the table for dear life.
He was quite fit for a man of his age, Merlin observed. His legs were strong and muscular and his ass was firm and toned. He shifted slightly and heard a load groan from the king. The warlock stopped.
“Do you want to come sire?” Merlin asked the captive king.
Uther groaned at Merlin’s words. “Yes. Please. Be a good servant to your king and finish this!” He begged.
“As you wish milord.”
Merlin slowly pulled almost all the way out until just the head remained inside the desperate monarch, and then thrust into him as roughly as he could, making sure to hit the one spot that would drive him further into desperation. He continued to thrust into the man below him as hard and as fast as he could, enjoying the moans, groans, and whimpers that were a result of his actions. He could feel his climax approaching quickly. His grip tightened. He knew he was going to leave bruises on the other man.
Suddenly the king cried out, tensing around him. Feeling that heat tense around him was his undoing. Merlin gasped noisily as he came inside the older man. He stood still for a moment. The only sounds that could be heard were the heavy breathing of the two of them. Worried about the king’s reaction once he recovered his bearings, he swiftly found his clothes and redressed faster than he thought possible, wiping himself on his neckerchief and stuffing the piece of cloth in his pocket. After he was fully dressed, he rushed to the door and let himself out, closing it behind him.