By Any Other Name (Arthur/Merlin) Crack NC-17
It's Friday - that's excuse enough. Slightly cracky porn written for this Kink Meme prompt:
Arthur/Merlin, name calling (slut, whore, etc). A million billion bonus points if Merlin is the one doing the name calling and you can actually manage to make it in character. I know it would be quite hard to write that and not make him totally OOC but I thought I'd throw the challenge out there anyway!
By Any Other Name
“Prat,” said Merlin fondly, ruffling Arthur’s already messy hair.
They were both naked, lying on the dishevelled covers of the prince’s large bed. Later, there would be a diplomatic reception with all the fuss and preparation such occasions involved for both master and servant, but for now there was an all too rare conjunction of time and space and opportunity. Oil and come stained the pale linens from their first frantic coupling, ran in still damp rivulets along the strong muscles of Arthur’s thigh. Merlin followed one slick line with his fingers, body involuntarily clenching with the remembered ache of possession. Words drifted unbidden into his mind but he bit them back in favour of the expected insult. This was still new and fragile enough to take nothing for granted.
Arthur lay back against the pillows, breath hitching slightly, one hand drifting down towards his cock. He fisted himself idly. Amusement quirked his lips, laced his voice. “Prat? Is that your idea of sex talk, Merlin?”
“Smug, arrogant prat,” offered Merlin.
“Idiot,” responded Arthur. He paused a moment before continuing, focussing on Merlin’s oil-slick fingers. “If you’re going to go with the insults why don’t you call me a slut or a whore?”
“Why would you want me to call you a whore?” Merlin asked, genuinely curious. He slid down the bed and blew a gentle stream of air against Arthur’s skin. “Isn’t bed the one place you should want me to say nice things about you?”
“Mmmm,” murmured Arthur stroking himself more firmly. “You should always be saying nice things about me. I thought it would be a turn on to hear filthy words coming out of your mainly insubordinate, but surprisingly pretty mouth.”
Merlin knocked Arthur’s hand away replacing it with own without breaking rhythm. Arthur made an appreciative noise and lifted his hips encouragingly.
“Tart. Slut,” said Merlin in the same tone as he used to announce breakfast. “Tramp. Trollop.”
Arthur made a sound half way between a laugh and a groan.
“Hooker,” said Merlin, searching his limited vocabulary for further possibilities. Ealdor had had one lady who was forced through circumstance into supplementing her income as a baker with personal services and the local parlance had come to refer to it as ‘having something extra with the pasties’. Merlin considered using this now and decided, not without a certain regret, that it probably lost something in translation.
“Prostitute.” He worked his hand faster, strokes tight and hard, because as fun as it was teasing Arthur, watching him fall apart under Merlin’s hands was so much more satisfying.
“That isn’t--” Arthur broke off. “Somehow you sounded hotter in my imagination.”
“’Well sorry!” said Merlin, not at all apologetic. He widened his eyes innocently. “If you think you can do better, you talk dirty to me although I’m not sure why you think insulting me is going to get you laid again anytime soon.”
Despite this, Merlin’s hand continued to move.
“That’s not exactly what I was going for,” complained Arthur managing to sound utterly aroused and totally peevish at the same time.
“Tell me.” Merlin bent across Arthur to lay a sloppy kiss in the hollow of hip and thigh, feeling the tenseness of muscles under his lips. He ran his tongue over the damp skin taking in the scent of soap and sweat. “Pretend I’m one of your knights and you’re teaching me by example.”
“Surprisingly enough, Merlin, I don’t do this with my knights,” said Arthur but he looked at Merlin intently, both a challenge and something uncertain in his eyes. Then he dropped his gaze and ran a tongue over swollen lips before starting to speak, voice low and rough as if the words were being forced out with difficulty. “I am a total whore for you. Any time. Any place that you wanted. I would kneel down and suck you off in the centre of my father’s courtyard or let you spread my arse and fuck me over the table in the middle of a banquet. So hot for you, Merlin, that I don’t care who knows it or sees how I get hard just by you brushing your hand against mine when you hand me my sword in the practice ground. I want…I want…”
Arthur broke off. Merlin gave a strangled moan, heat pooling in his groin. He thrust up against the sheets desperate for friction, still working his hand frantically around Arthur’s cock, tightening his grip as he felt the hot shaft stiffen and pulse against his fingers.
“Merlin,” gasped Arthur as he came.
“Like that,” said Arthur when he could speak again.
“Graghh!” managed Merlin unbearably turned on. “Tell me more about what a cock-sucking whore you are for me.”
Arthur reached for Merlin’s hips and flipped him on his back in one smooth movement. He slid down the bed and positioned his mouth above Merlin’s prick giving it an experimental lick, expression smug. “You still haven’t got it, Merlin. I can see more lessons are needed but right now I think actions are going to prove stronger than words.”
Merlin gazed down at his prince, golden hair darkened with sweat and skin flushed with post-coital pleasure. “Pasties,” he muttered as his eyes fluttered shut.