Arthur had, on many occasions, spent a good deal of time practically torturing Merlin by stroking and licking at his spine. It was one reason that Merlin liked Arthur, and probably anyone, taking him from behind, because at the same time, they could access his back.
As Gwaine rolled him over Merlin obliged, stretching out on the bed and quivering as Gwaine ran his fingers from the nape of Merlin's neck, down the ridge of his spine to the cleft of his buttocks. Merlin stretched and writhed at the light touch, which was sending a riot of tingles across his body and he twitched as Gwaine tested the same touch on Merlin's shoulder blades. The response was there, but not as intense, so he went back to Merlin's spine, stroking and licking until Merlin's hips were gently moving against the sheets. By the way Merlin's hands were clenched on the pillow and his face was pressed hard into it Gwaine knew he was slowly driving Merlin insane.
As he licked him again, from between Merlin's cheeks up to the nape of his neck he gave a high keening sound, while his back bowed again. Gwaine kissed the nape of his neck, nipping the skin lightly.
"You really shouldn't let people know these things Merlin, they'll use it against you."
Merlin brought his face out of the pillow and said, breathlessly, "tell me about it. Now would be the time that Arthur tries to talk me into things I don't want to do."
"Like what?" Gwaine asked.
"He tends to mention hunting trips, training and mucking out his stables," Merlin panted while Gwaine nuzzled between his shoulder blades.
"How romantic," Gwaine drawled.
"Knowing Arthur he might actually think it is," Merlin mused. Gwaine started to laugh.
"It wouldn't surprise me either."
Gwaine stopped playing with Merlin's spine and lay back, taking Merlin and pulling him on top of him. Gwaine splayed his legs to accommodate Merlin and their groins pressed together. Merlin's hips rocked and his eyelids fluttered, Gwaine felt his own pleasure rising as Merlin ground against him.
"So, moving onto the next inevitable thing," Gwaine said. "How do we do this?"
Merlin paused biting down on his lip and thought about that.
"Since you know more about this than I do," Gwaine added. He didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed about saying so. Merlin pondered further.
"I do, so I could…" Merlin pushed his groin into Gwaine's with an obvious hint. Gwaine grinned and Merlin leant down to kiss him. When they pulled apart again Merlin pushed himself up.
"I'll find the oil," he said, clambering off Gwaine. Gwaine raised his eyebrows and watched Merlin wander naked across the room, finding the oil bottle that he had used to scent the bath. Merlin moved without the slightest shred of self-consciousness. He was all smooth white skin and lean limbs with a hint of muscle underneath. Gwaine watched him move, not being half as clumsy as Merlin usually hinted at, it made Gwaine wonder what else Merlin was hiding. Gwaine watched him, appreciating what he saw, and suddenly wanting it. Sleeping with a man was something that had never occurred to him, but it had never really been handed to him so openly before. His body clenched up as Merlin came back the oil bottle in his left hand and he clambered on the bed without any reserve.
Gwaine thought he had seen it all, with women at least. He had had the shy wilting type, the ones that played hard to get and the harlots that would take anyone who would pay for a drink. Merlin defied everything. He needed no persuasion and he didn't demand anything, he remained innocent but knew exactly what he was doing. Merlin looked at him as he knelt between Gwaine's spread legs. Gwaine didn't actually think it was because Merlin was male that he still seemed naïve and yet so knowing. It was because he was Merlin, and Arthur had, Gwaine considered, probably wanted to keep him that way.
"Do you want me to?" Merlin asked.
Merlin trusted him. That was all Gwaine could see. There was still an aura of naivety about him but Gwaine relaxed back to let him be in charge.
"Yes, Merlin, I do."
Gwaine wanted him, it had never occurred to him before, but now it had, he wanted Merlin. Merlin sat back on his heels and looked at Gwaine and smiled.
"If you're sure," Merlin said confidently, pouring oil over his fingers. Gwaine got from that the merest hint and warning of what Merlin would do as a pillow was pulled under him to lift his hips while Merlin brushed his groin before moving his hand between his legs.
Gwaine arched his back, his body naturally tensing at Merlin very gently inserted a finger into him. He was careful, just probing the opening at first before slowly pushing in, easing Gwaine open and fully inserting his finger into him, taking some time to search out what he was looking for. Gwaine gasped and tensed as Merlin found the right spot. His hips lurched up, driving himself onto Merlin's finger and as Merlin carefully retreated Gwaine settled down again.
"Are you all right?" Merlin asked, keeping just the tip of his finger inside Gwaine. Gwaine nodded, chest rising and falling, Merlin watched the movement of the muscles, and met Gwaine's dilated eyes as the knight smiled.
"Yeah, Merlin, that was very alright."
Merlin slowly probed two fingers into Gwaine, opening him further, gently shifting them inside him, brushing the point that sent shivers of pleasure through Gwaine, while slowly encouraging him open. If Gwaine had never been taken before then Merlin knew, or just felt, that he should be careful. Arthur had been with him and had taught him what to do. The times that Merlin had been able to do this to Arthur had been rare, and Merlin was he thought, the only person that had physically penetrated Arthur. Sir Kay had taught Arthur how to use the wand, and had helped him with that, and some of the knights, and servants, had gone to Arthur's bed. Those that had were few and far between, Arthur chose one person and tended to stick with them, but none of them had gone as far as Merlin.
Sometimes Arthur just seemed to colour it as his responsibility to teach Merlin what he needed to know. But he had heard other stories, no one had got to Arthur physically as he had done. It only occurred certain times. The times Arthur was tested Merlin always fucked him in the aftermath even if he was never present when the council were in the room. And there were other times, Arthur just seemed to need comfort, he didn't want to be in control and he left it to Merlin, teaching him slowly, and never missing any points.
"Oh, hell, Merlin!" Gwaine yelped.
"Good or bad?" Merlin asked as he pushed a third finger into Gwaine, watching him react to the pressure.
"Good, Merlin, good!"
"Okay," Merlin said carefully moving all three fingers inside Gwaine. He was ready, his body open, his mind willing to accommodate what was happening and most definitely enjoying it. Merlin withdrew his fingers and eased Gwaine's right leg onto his shoulder. Gwaine's eyes stayed on him, aware of what was about to happen. For a moment Merlin felt a flicker of nerves, but it disappeared as Gwaine smiled at him. Merlin positioned himself carefully, pressing the tip of his erection against Gwaine's hole. Pushing gently Merlin breached him, sliding in without any difficulty. Gwaine gasped as he felt it, moving his hips in response as Merlin thrust into him.
Merlin paused, buried inside Gwaine, before he drew back and thrust into him again. Gwaine gave a gasp, moving himself in time with Merlin's thrust. Merlin felt Gwaine's hand run up over his torso, and around his waist, pulling him down. Merlin continued to thrust as their lips connected and they kissed deeply. Merlin felt Gwaine's other leg wrap around him and he intensified his thrusts aware that he wasn't going to last much longer. Judging by the way Gwaine was panting and jerking his hips to meet Merlin's strokes he didn't appear to be too far from the brink either. Merlin lifted himself and increased the angle, realising he had hit the spot as Gwaine gave a groan that had Merlin's name in it somewhere. Merlin felt the semen splash against his stomach as Gwaine's orgasm hit. Two more thrusts later, as Gwaine's muscles clenched around him, Merlin followed along, the warmth crashing out from his belly, surging up through his body making all his muscles quiver.
Seconds later he collapsed on Gwaine, who wrapped his arms around Merlin's shoulders and they both lay still for a moment, panting heavily.
"Wow," murmured Gwaine, making Merlin snigger. Gwaine shifted a little and Merlin gathered himself enough to pull out of Gwaine.
"Are you all right?" Merlin asked, still a little breathless.
"Very," Gwaine drawled.
There was a little bit of shifting and shoving as Gwaine pulled the pillow out from under him and threw it onto the floor. Merlin rolled to one side before tucking himself back against Gwaine, settling his head on Gwaine's shoulder and draping his arm across Gwaine's torso. Gwaine wrapped his arms around Merlin and they settled down again.
"Are you all right?" Gwaine eventually asked Merlin.
"Very," Merlin replied, causing Gwaine to laugh, then he moved again. "Did I hurt you?" Merlin asked, slightly concerned.
"No," Gwaine said. He felt a mild amount of discomfort but figured it was probably nothing out of the ordinary. "I feel very well for someone who's just been ravished."
Merlin sniggered, and then jumped as Gwaine ran his fingers down his back.
"That's cheating!" Merlin warned him.
"It's not against the knight's code is it?" Gwaine asked with mock seriousness.
"I don't think so," Merlin said.
"That's okay then," Gwaine said brightly, before rolling over and pinning Merlin down, making him yelp as he nuzzled into the crook of Merlin's neck.
"That is most definitely cheating!"
Gwaine paused and looked up. "Do you care?"
"No," Merlin said.
"Jolly good," said Gwaine, before diving back in for the attack.
