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Story: Arthur has a vivid dream in which Merlin is his lover. Only problem? It's the night before he actually meets Merlin. Merlin/Arthur. M for smut.
The dream begins as if he's watching the events unfolding happening to someone else, not himself, at first. He sees the velvet cushions strewn on the floor, the moonlight streaming in through the window, illuminating the scene. But then the dream shifts, and it's him lying there on the bed, butt naked. He loves the feel of the velvet and silk against his skin, making every slight movement a caress of smoothness, but what he loves infinitely more is this dark haired, ivory toned boy, applying deep, open mouthed kisses to his neck. All he can do is gasp at the sensation of it, and pull his hand up to slide along the boy's impossibly flawless back, attempting to press him closer.
The boy breaks off for a moment, lingering at the side of Arthur's throat. "Tell me, what you want me to do to you," he whispers in his most seductive tone.
"Use your tongue…on my neck," Arthur says hoarsely. He knows this boy knows that Arthur's totally at his mercy. And this boy loves it. This is the vibe permeating the entire dream.
And then the boy is doing as Arthur requested, flicking his neck back and forth as he swallows parts of Arthur's skin up with his kisses, making him gasp shorter and louder breaths and rock up against the boy's body. He can feel his erection, hard and throbbing beneath the sheets, and he knows the boy is aware of it too.
"Merlin," he pants, (so the boy's name is Merlin, he vaguely realises in his unconsciousness) "please, please," he's pleading breathlessly.
"What?" Merlin replies, pseudo innocently. Then he leans in to whisper once more. "You have to tell me, Arthur." And then, in a softer voice, "I love hearing you say it."
Arthur closes his eyes, trying to even his breathing a little, but it's futile. "I need you…" he begins. "To stroke me."
"Where?" Merlin says, and Arthur can hear he has gotten more breathless too. He really gets off on this.
"My cock." He's embarrassed to say it, but is instantly rewarded as Merlin smoothes a hand teasingly down Arthur's body, lingering almost torturously just under his belly button and giving it a few lingering strokes before finally, finally wrapping it around Arthur's length and beginning to pump.
At first all Arthur can do is groan, sweet heavens above it feels good, but then he dares to make another request, knowing Merlin will appreciate hearing it once more.
"Move your hand higher up?"
"Say please."
"Please," Arthur says immediately.
"And again."
Arthur pulls Merlin's head closer so he can really hear him. "Please, Merlin," he says and the need must be transparent in his voice, for Merlin's response is a breathless "Yes…"
And finally as Merlin raises his hand to rub Arthur's head with a coarse thumb as he strokes, everything becomes that delicious blur of noise and sensation as Merlin brings him over the edge with a deft hand and all Arthur can do is emit cries that would normally bring the castle guards running.
