Entry for Round 6: Crossovers/Fusions
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Prompt: The Avengers
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin/Steve Rogers
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A sly elbow-nudge to the ribs and Arthur looks from the TV to Merlin, who grins like an imp and silently mouths: Watch this.
Merlin leans forward with his elbows on spread knees, a longneck dangling loosely from his fingers. He stretches and yawns with an outrageous little mewl, all lean, long and sinewy, and at the other end of the couch, Steve stiffens.
When Merlin takes a long, lazy pull of beer, Steve's eyes follow the shape of Merlin's mouth around the longneck's lip.
Holy snapping duckshit. Merlin's gaydar was right.
Merlin grins, and nudges Arthur with his knee. Want to?
Out of Steve's line of sight, Arthur gently rubs the seam along Merlin's jeans, up and down with his finger.
Arthur clears his throat. "So, how's it going with Tony?"
Steve looks like he's choking on his own spit, coughs uncontrollably for a minute and sits up really, really straight. "What do you-?"
"Nothing. It's just. Well." Arthur pauses for maximum effect. "Forget I said anything." He pretends to be immersed in the footie game they're watching, waiting for the inside of Steve's head to start eating itself.
He palms Merlin's thigh, digging in a little with his fingertips. It smacks of having and Arthur can almost feel the heat from Steve's eyeballs like a trail of burning rubber revved on the back of his hand.
Steve shunts forward until he's on the edge of the seat. "All right. What about Tony?"
Arthur shrugs. "You fucking yet?"
Merlin breaks out the biggest shit-eating grin when Steve, Captain Motherfucking America, erupts into a flurry of panicky giggles.
"What? No! What?" he squeals the way a man of his stature never should.
"It's understandable," Arthur continues. "Must be hard getting back in the swing."
Steve's nervous giggling stops abruptly. "There was never a swing."
Merlin hums. "Well. We could talk about how Tony hasn't had a chance to corrupt you. Yet," he says, sliding off the couch onto his knees and shuffling to kneel between Steve's feet. He grins wolfishly. "Or, we could go straight to the part where I suck your cock harder than a vampire hooker while Arthur watches. What do you say?"
Arthur thinks if Steve nodded any more violently, his head would fall off.
Contrary to his promise, Merlin doesn't suck hard, not at the start, anyway. With Arthur alongside them on the couch, Merlin goes about Steve like he's a gourmet meal.
He spreads him out, holding his big thighs apart with a firm grip, and Steve's eyes are like saucers. He has a fantastic cock; Merlin thinks so too, if the It's Fucking Christmas! written on his face is any indication. Looking at Arthur with huge eyes, he waves a game-show flourish over it and says, "Merlin Emrys, come on down!" Arthur laughs, Steve reaches for his pants but Merlin slaps his hands away, diving face-first into his crotch. Arthur knows Steve doesn't stand a chance against Merlin's cocksucking lips once they've acquired their target.
Merlin teases first, kissing and kitten-licking Steve's thighs. He doesn't go anywhere near Steve's rapidly filling cock, just nuzzles into his sac and licks all around it, worrying it with open-mouth kisses until Steve's head thunks backward into the couch with a groan that's bordering on pain.
Merlin mouths Steve's balls and flicks his tongue all along the seam, alternating between teasing and long slides of his tongue that have Arthur squirming, too. By the time Merlin's mouth actually descends on Steve's cock, all three of them are breathless and wound-up. Merlin takes him down wet and so fucking slow, and Steve moans like he's dying.
Arthur loves the way Merlin sucks cock, cradling and laving the underside with his tongue while working a hot suck over all he can fit in his mouth. Watching Steve get the treatment makes him feel heavy and swollen all over, thick with lust.
Steve's eyes roll back, so Arthur hikes up Steve's t-shirt and fingers Steve's nipples into hard kernels. And fuck, that might be Steve's big dick filling Merlin's mouth, but it's Arthur Merlin's eyes are pinned to. It's Arthur he's watching when he finally brings Steve off with his hand, come splattering all over his mouth, dripping off his chin.
"His mouth's made for sucking dick, isn't it? Not only does it shut him up, but finally, something he's good at," Arthur murmurs, eyeing Merlin's grinning, filthy face. Steve groans incoherently.
"Your turn?" Merlin says, and it's all Arthur can do not to leap over Steve like he's a hurdle.
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A/N: For the past couple of months, I've been working on illustrations for four Merlin Big Bang stories. The fest (Paperlegends) is about to open, and new fics along with accompanying art will be posted daily for the next month, starting August 1st. If you're interested in checking them out: paperlegends dot livejournal dot com
