Title: The Man With The Dragon Tattoo – Chapter Twenty-One.
Author: Woodland Goddess.
Rated: M
Author's Notes: (I'm spoiling the lot of you, giving you another chapter so soon.) Okay, guys. Okay. Smut abounds in this chapter. Seriously. Okay. I had a brain meltdown when writing this. So. I hope it does the same for you guys. Really. Apologies to anyone possibly offended by this, but I don't know...I think this is pretty tame compared to the stuff that's out there. Okay.
And more apologies if it sucks...
Chapter Twenty-One: Tangled Up In You
They did not kiss in the back of the taxi as it took them to Albion Estate, but Merlin was unable to stop glancing sideways at the man, who was drumming an impatient rhythm against his thigh. It brought attention to the erection that strained against the confines of his dark trousers. Arthur glanced sideways at him, the familiar darkness in his eyes explained at last. Lust. Need. Swallowing thickly, he tore his gaze away, almost afraid the heat would burn him alive. Something shifted in the corner of his eye and he startled when Arthur's hand came to rest on the seat beside his leg.
The back of one lone finger caressed the side of his thigh with a tenderness that implied he thought Merlin might break were he too rough. He was unsure how to feel about that, but it sent tendrils of fire through him, spiralling beneath his flesh, heading straight for his groin. Breath catching in his throat, he stared down at that hand, that finger as it quested back and forth across the fabric of his blue trousers. Merlin shifted slightly, moving away from Arthur's touch, too aware of the driver glancing at them through the rear-view mirror.
God, how he wanted to face the former King, to slip in to his embrace and kiss him as if he might die that very night. Merlin had never been as relieved as he was when the taxi pulled up outside the manor. In silence, Arthur paid the fare and climbed out of the car. The sorcerer quickly followed after him, almost falling out of the vehicle in the process. For a moment they paused, the cool air misting their breath lightly. Lights gleaming in the night, the taxi pulled away, leaving the pair of them alone at last.
Merlin glanced at Arthur, only to find him looking at him with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine. He opened his mouth to suggest they move inside, but Arthur closed the distance between them, his large hand finding the back of his neck with a possessiveness that took his breath away. Arthur's mouth captured his in a searing kiss. Merlin returned the kiss fervently, his hands fisting the man's lapels, crushing the fabric as he pressed closer to him, needing to feel the heat of him along his body.
An arm slipped around his waist, tugging him yet closer, resting warmly against him. An adventurous hand found his arse and squeezed; Merlin startled, his hips snapping forward in a jerk of surprise, their groins grinding against each other for a moment. The sorcerer gasped in pleasure even as a throaty moan burst forth from the former King. Arthur withdrew only enough to breathe, "Inside, now," against Merlin's lips. The sorcerer nodded absently, distracted by the feel of Arthur pressing against him in all the right ways.
But Arthur did not break away. Instead he moved backwards, pulling Merlin with him even as they kissed with a desperation that left them both panting, stumbling slightly along the way. When Arthur's back hit the front door Merlin slipped his knee between the man's muscular legs, his thigh pressing against the hard length of his arousal. The hand at the back of Merlin's neck slipped upwards, vanishing into the disarray that his hair had become, fingertips hot and perfect against his scalp. Arthur's hips shifted, grinding his groin against Merlin's leg. A soft whimper escaped the man, sending a jolt of need through Merlin at the utterance of that delicious sound.
The hand that had grabbed his arse vanished, opting instead to almost frantically search Arthur's pockets for his keys. A huff of laughter broke their kiss as Merlin reached for the door handle. "Allinan," the sorcerer breathed, the word hardly more than a sigh of desire. The air around them glowed with magic as Merlin's eyes flooded with golden light. Arthur shuddered against him, but it was plain the cause was not disgust; contrarily, the man seemed to become even more impassioned.
The door opened instantly and they nearly fell through the doorway, the incident startling a laugh out of them, but very soon the time for laughing came to an end. Arthur's lips found the lobe of Merlin's right ear, the wet heat eliciting a moan and a shiver before a light nibble earned a sharp gasp of pleasure. "Come," Arthur whispered, his hand finding Merlin's wrist. The former King crossed the vestibule in a few strides, pulling an amused – if aroused and increasingly nervous – Merlin in his wake. He was led to the master bedroom, which – as he had expected – was decked out in red fabrics and dark wood furnishings, much like the man's chambers in Camelot had been.
Merlin's back hit the door almost before it closed behind them. Arthur made no move to kiss him, though his muscular arms did cage him, though his body was perfectly aligned against Merlin's. Instead, the man nibbled on his own bottom lip in a way that made Merlin wonder if he, too, was nervous. Blue eyes, dark with lust and need and an intense heat that threatened to incinerate him alive, gazed at him from a face that had softened with some unfathomable emotion. Were it any other man, Merlin might have mistaken it for a love as ardent as his own love for Arthur.
Blushing vibrantly, the sorcerer caught the man's hand in a firm grip and pulled it away from the wall, dragging it down the length of his body, slipping their hands between them. Merlin pressed it against the aching length that yearned to be set free. A strangled noise escaped him as Arthur's eyes burned into his. He shifted his hips, rubbing his clothed erection against Arthur's palm. The man released a ragged breath before his lips found their way to Merlin's mouth once more.
This kiss was softer than the more recent ones they had shared, less desperate, but no less deep or meaningful. A sigh of pleasure sounded, but Merlin was unaware of its origin as he allowed his hand to fall away from Arthur's, pleased as the man continued to palm him through his trousers. Arthur's free hand found Merlin's face, caressing his jaw and cheek with the tenderness of the sun on a warm summer's day. It slipped downwards to treat his neck with the same affection.
Turning his head to the side as kisses trailed down from his mouth, Merlin arched his neck and allowed the man even greater access, his own hands moving to undo the tie around the man's neck. It fluttered to the floor without a sound as pale fingers moved quickly to the buttons of Arthur's jacket and waistcoat. They fumbled through the first set of buttons but soon found a rhythm that suited them. All the while, Arthur touched him, his hand sending sparks of fire, of lust and need, through him. It pooled steadily in his abdomen, in his groin, growing, waiting and yearning.
Merlin pushed the jacket and waistcoat from Arthur's shoulders, his hands trembling faintly as he did so. The man pulled away briefly to aid the process, letting them fall to the floor in an unceremonious heap. Large hands were quick to rid the sorcerer of his own, tugging him away from the door while doing so. A trail of clothing soon littered the wooden floor as Arthur – virtually blinded by the haze of desire – led him, step by step, towards the bed. When the back of Arthur's naked legs hit the bed, the man sat down upon it, absurdly dignified despite the circumstances.
Strong arms pulled Merlin down on to his lap, pulling him close, so close there was hardly any space between them at all as Merlin's knees pressed in to the mattress on either side of his hips. Merlin's mouth hovered millimetres away from Arthur's, their joint breath heated. A masculine hand found the small of Merlin's back as the sorcerer gave in to temptation, capturing Arthur's mouth in a kiss that burned hotter than Dragon's fire, his own hands cupping the man's face with a love so intense it could have swept away a mountain. He rolled his hips, grinding their arousals together sinfully.
The noise Arthur made as the man's arms tightened around him set fire to the blood in his veins. The former King shifted and the world around Merlin seemed to spin before he was caged against Egyptian cotton sheets and blankets that caressed his skin as softly as a lover's hand. A hungry, but gentle mouth moved away from the kiss, moving instead to the underside of Merlin's jaw. Gasping the man's name in pleasure, he pressed his head firmly in to the bed, arching his hips against Arthur's, eliciting a soft moan of desire that went straight to Merlin's cock.
"Please," he gasped. "Arthur, please; I need..."
Arrogant lips curved in a smirk of triumph against Merlin's flesh. "Patience is a virtue," Arthur murmured, lightly nibbling the throat on display for him, soothing the skin afterwards with a tender lap of his tongue. A shiver ran down Merlin's spine, his hands falling to splay across the broad expanse of Arthur's back. The heat of his skin threatened to burn him, but he would never let go; he could not. Muscles flexed beneath his hands as Arthur shifted, trailing his kisses and nibbles and licks lower and lower.
"I've done my waiting...ten years of it," the sorcerer mumbled as his eyes drifted closed. A masculine hand ghosted down Merlin's side, teasing him in a manner that aggravated him and pleased him simultaneously. It came to rest on his thigh, golden fingers gripping possessively. Arthur's other arm remained braced against the bed for a time, resting beside Merlin's head, his thumb caressing the ridge of Merlin's cheekbone tenderly, almost absentmindedly. The man slithered further down the bed, lips and teeth passing briefly over his nipples before descending yet further, trailing open-mouthed, needy kisses down along Merlin's abdomen.
He nibbled the flesh around his belly-button, his chin brushing against a needy, weeping erection; a spark of ecstasy shot through Merlin in an instant, accompanied by a strangled gasp. As Arthur had descended Merlin's hands had been forced to slide up from his back, losing themselves in a head full of blond hair that was soft to the touch. Head tilting slightly, blue eyes flicked upwards. A smirk tugged at Arthur's mouth. "In Azkaban?" he asked, arching an imperious eyebrow despite the light flush in his cheeks, the lusty shine in his eyes, the hard length of his cock standing to attention between his own glorious thighs.
A huff of laughter escaped the sorcerer and he gazed down at the former King through a haze of desire. "Nice." His hand caressed the back of Arthur's head, "you're pretty quick. I've taught you well." A snort of amusement was the response to that remark. "But no, I wasn't in Azkaban. Close, but no cigar."
Arthur's smirk deepened. He turned his head, nuzzling the soft inside of Merlin's thigh. "Oh, there's a cigar, alright, Merlin and I will have it. Repeatedly." Lips and teeth trailed along his skin, kissing and nipping. As his head moved, Arthur's cheek brushed against the length of Merlin's cock. Need pulsed within him, beginning in his shaft and spreading throughout the rest of him. When Arthur finally brought his attention to the erection staring him in the face Merlin could have wept with joy.
Confident fingertips caressed the length idly, eliciting a deep sigh of pleasure. "You're a sadist," said the sorcerer, hips twitching beneath Arthur's head. Regal eyes flicked upwards to rest on Merlin's face, a streak of amusement dancing through the fire of sexual hunger. The smirk returned, but the expression was too damn attractive for him to want to complain. Arthur's hand wrapped more fully around Merlin's cock, though not tight enough for his liking, ghosting a stroke along it, spreading the pre-come that leaked from the head.
There was pressure and sensation enough for rational thought to disintegrate. Merlin was hardly aware of the way Arthur gazed up at him, his hand tightening with every upstroke, watching the reactions to his touch intently, cataloguing them. He was aware of nothing, save the feel of Arthur's hand around his length, the tickle of blond hair against his leg, the sweat beginning to bead across his skin. Heat flooded him, threatening to destroy him with every moment that passed. His hands tightened around Arthur's hair as his head pressed hard against the mattress, as his toes curled.
Feeling nothing could ever be better than Arthur stroking his cock, he was startled to find he almost came from a surge of surprised ecstasy when Arthur's hand paused, a wet heat encircling the head, wrenching a cry of pleasure from the sorcerer. Eyes squeezing shut, Merlin began babbling in throaty whispers, urging him on. The former King chuckled, the sound vibrating down through Merlin's cock as Arthur's hand came to cup his hip. A tongue swirled around the head before that lovely, perfect, wonderful wet heat began descending, tongue sliding against the underside of his cock.
Arthur began bobbing his head almost lazily, one hand loosely wrapped around the base of Merlin's cock. As Merlin grew more shameless with every passing moment, Arthur took more and more of him, his pace quickening maddeningly. Needing to come so badly he ached with it, Merlin rolled his hips, striving for more heat, more friction, to touch the back of Arthur's throat with the head of his erection. Instead of discouraging him, the hand at his hip tugged him closer, driving Merlin's cock deeper, as though he longed to feel an ache in his throat as a result of the sorcerer's passion. The former King groaned appreciatively and that was it; the sorcerer came violently, the tightening of his hands the only warning before the cry of ecstasy tore up from his throat.
Even as his orgasm washed over him he could feel Arthur swallowing around his cock, taking what Merlin had to offer almost greedily. When he withdrew, Merlin's hands slipping free of golden hair in his post-orgasmic bliss, his lips still held traces of Merlin's release. A strangled noise escaped the sorcerer at the sight and he reached for the man without hesitation; Arthur came to him willingly, blanketing him with soft heat and hard muscles. Merlin shivered under him, feeling sated and cherished as Arthur's hand caressed his hip gently.
The man captured his mouth, kissing him languidly. Merlin could taste himself; it was bitter but not unpleasant, tempered as it was by the taste of Arthur and wine. A hand brushed through his sweat-damp hair, fingertips caressing his scalp tenderly. Withdrawing from the kiss, Arthur gazed down at him softly, something other than lust glistening in his eyes. Chest heaving, skin flushed, brain a puddle of goo, Merlin was unable to decipher the emotion. A soft thumb stroked the ridge of his cheekbone.
"I love you."
The words were uttered so quietly that Merlin knew he had to have misheard the man. Paying it no mind, he kissed him once more, the fervour returning with every moment that passed. In time, his wits and his arousal returned, encouraged by the gentle touches Arthur bestowed upon him. He surged upwards, eyes flashing gold, taking Arthur by surprise as he pushed the man on to his back. He gazed up at Merlin heatedly, knowingly, as he straddled the former King. Strong hands found his thighs, gliding upwards, passing over his hips in search of the small of his back, of his arse; the man's touch was burning, possessive.
Merlin shivered and Arthur's hands tightened, tugging him down, grinding their groins together, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through both of them. Blue eyes, darkened with pleasure, traced the contours of Merlin's body, trailing fire in their wake. "Have you ever lain with a man, Merlin?" Arthur murmured, his thumbs rubbing circles distractingly against his flesh. Shaking his head, Merlin nibbled his bottom lip, eyeing Arthur desirously but not without a certain amount of trepidation. Arthur's breath hitched as though it came as a surprise, but not an unpleasant one. His mouth lifted in a soft smile.
Unable to help himself, Merlin moved in to kiss that lovely smile, and the man rose partway to meet him, lips hungry. He had never kissed anyone as much as he had kissed Arthur that night; it certainly said a lot about his sex life, but he pushed those thoughts to the side. He focused on Arthur, on trailing his lips across golden-toned skin, over muscles that twitched beneath his soft, but urgent kisses. The former King allowed him. Knowing Arthur was not usually one for offering up control to others, Merlin appreciated this gift for what it was.
Everything about the body beneath him was perfect, from the scratch of golden pubic hair against his balls to the way darkened eyes rolled up in to the back of Arthur's head as Merlin's teeth tugged a faintly pink nipple. Though his touch was not nearly as expertly applied as Arthur's had been, it hardly seemed to matter to the man beneath him. Merlin's name was a breathy sigh on Arthur's lips as he wrapped a hand around the man's cock. The slick sound of his hand smearing Arthur's pre-come along his length was music to his ears as he experimented with the many things he, himself, had often enjoyed when alone.
He watched as Arthur unravelled beneath him, muscled body shuddering. The light flush, which had been present in the man's cheeks since the beginning, deepened as it slowly spread down his neck and torso. "S-stop," Arthur gasped, stammering lightly as one hand found Merlin's wrist, gripping firmly as he gently removed Merlin's hand. Surprised, the sorcerer glanced up at his face, noticing the slightly pinched look. "I don't...I don't want to come too soon. If I come now, I'll be down for a while. Not all of us are young things like you," Arthur teased breathlessly, chest heaving.
"But I –"
The man beneath him shifted, sitting up, bringing his heated skin closer to Merlin's torso as scorching lips found the lobe of one large ear. "I want to take you, Merlin, to make you mine." The words were hot and urgent against his ear. Flushing scarlet in a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure at the notion, Merlin turned his face away, but Arthur's lips followed him. "I want to feel you sheathing my cock, squeezing me as I move within you. I want to feel your legs trapping me, refusing to let me go as you pull me in harder with every thrust." A strangled noise escaped him as Arthur's words stoked the fire within him. Merlin could deny him nothing, nor did he wish to. Soft fingertips trailed across his blushing flesh. "Does that embarrass you?"
Merlin could hear the quiet teasing in his tone, and the subtle fondness alongside it. Turning his head to catch Arthur's eye, holding his gaze as those eyes burned with the promise of further carnality, Merlin whispered, half-truthfully, "No."
Arthur's gaze flicked downwards, latching on to Merlin's lips before rising once more. "Would you?" A hand slipped in to the disarrayed locks of Merlin's hair, carding through it almost tenderly. "Be mine?"
"You already know the answer to that."
"I want...I need to hear it, that final permission."
"Yes," Merlin blurted. "God, yes." The former King did not need to be told twice; his mouth had captured Merlin's almost before the second confirmation. Two hands cradled Merlin's head, treasuring him as Arthur kissed him deeply. He was unsurprised to find himself on his back soon afterwards, Arthur's hands and lips beginning their torturous journeys once more. By the time Arthur withdrew, instructing him to turn over, Merlin was trembling with need, burning with lust, and nibbling his bottom lip in anticipation.
Turning over, his limbs gangly and awkward, Merlin let out an undignified squeak as Arthur's hands found his hips, pulling him out of his prostrate position and up on to his knees, using his own thigh to roughly part Merlin's. The sorcerer could almost feel Arthur smirking behind him. The heat of the man's body pressed against him as Arthur leaned over him, bringing his lips to the back of Merlin's neck. "So beautiful," he murmured, lips trailing over Merlin's feverish skin, "so perfect." The smile that danced across Arthur's mouth could be felt as those lips trailed over him. "I can feel you trembling."
A hand ghosted over the curve of his arse, brushing his hip along the way. A shudder ran down Merlin's spine. Lips found that spot between his shoulder blades, teeth nipping harder than they had before, earning a strangled gasp of pleasure. "You want this," Arthur whispered knowingly against his heated skin. "You want to be taken...owned." It was not a question, but Merlin nodded regardless, squeezing his eyes shut as Arthur pressed closer to him, the man's cock trapped between them, hot and hard, trailing pre-come over his skin. His hands fisted the blankets and sheets as if they could ground him, keep him from losing his mind.
Nipples grazed against his back as Arthur continued to kiss and nibble his skin, lapping up the beading sweat with an eager tongue. The hand ghosting over his arse shifted, sliding over his thigh, dipping between his legs to fondle his balls before wrapping around his shaft. The man stroked him, causing Merlin's hips to roll wantonly, driving his cock through Arthur's hand eagerly. His arse tormented Arthur's arousal as he did so. Arthur groaned, the sound husky and sinful, reverberating through Merlin's flesh.
When the man withdrew Merlin had to choke back the dismayed noise that threatened to burst out of his throat. The bed shifted and for a moment he feared Arthur would leave him in that state of need, but he need not have worried; the sound of a drawer opening could be heard. When Arthur returned he could hear a bottle being opened. He heard fingers being slicked behind him, the sound sending another shiver down his spine. The noise he made when Arthur's fingers ghosted along the cleft of his arse was embarrassing; though the prat's face was hidden from view, Merlin knew Arthur was smirking at his back.
"God, you're loving this, aren't you?" he asked breathlessly. Looking back over his shoulder, the proof of Arthur's smirk was revealed to him. Lustful eyes flicked towards his face, smouldering at him. Arthur's gaze answered him, but the circling of fingertips around the pucker of his entrance would have confirmed it regardless. It was a sweet torture as Arthur touched him, encouraging him to relax while sending tendrils of pleasure through him simultaneously. Merlin's arms began to tremble so he quickly lowered himself, bracing his forearms against the sheets, burying his face in the bed as Arthur began pressing that first finger inside him.
There was a burn, slight and insistent, but it felt so good; it carried the promise of something greater. Trembling, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, Merlin struggled to keep himself relaxed as Arthur's finger withdrew slightly before pressing further in to him. It seemed no time at all had passed before a second finger joined the first, intensifying the burn briefly before the pleasure sharply rose as those digits thrust in and out of him, scissoring as they encouraged him to open up for his lover. Sweat beaded across his skin, a rosy flush burning across his flesh as his chest heaved, his heart pounding against his ribs. Merlin began rolling his hips, pressing back against him, needing more, aching for more.
"Please," he gasped, his breath coming hard and fast. "I need...I need... God, fuck me." He squeezed his eyes shut as Arthur's fingers grazed something inside him that made his back arch, made his hips jerk sharply and forced a strangled cry from his lips. "Arthur, please!" Merlin started babbling as he pleaded for Arthur to take him, to claim him, own him. Fill him. Ignoring him, Arthur ghosted a hand along his spine, trailing fire. Hips still moving in tandem with Arthur's thrusting fingers, Merlin felt his eyes welling behind his eyelids, tears of intense pleasure and lust slipping free of his eyelashes.
He could almost feel the dizzied shake of the former King's head behind him. "No man has seen you like this," Arthur breathed, his hand sliding down his spine to cup Merlin's hip, gripping tight, encouraging his actions. "No man has been granted this gift, save me...your lord and master." A third finger joined with the others and a gasp escaped the sorcerer; the sensation was too much...and yet not enough, never enough. Arthur leaned forward, brushing a kiss against Merlin's back. His lips caressed him as he spoke in quiet murmurs, "Did you think I'd rush...that I'd ever risk hurting you?"
"I won't break," Merlin protested weakly, ending the statement with a moan as Arthur's fingers brushed that sweet spot once more.
Arthur's mouth lifted in a smile that was both sinful and cruel; he could feel it ghosting across his skin. "Oh, but you will, Merlin. I'll break you. I'll ruin you," Arthur whispered, thrusting his fingers in to Merlin with increased vigour, causing his body to arch violently, pushing back against him, "and you'll enjoy every moment." Teeth nibbled his skin, an eager tongue soothing the sting afterwards. Too late, he thought, glad that Arthur could not see his face, that the truth of it was hidden from his sight.
Questing fingers brushed his prostate once more, sending sparks of concentrated need through him. Slowly, almost reluctantly, they withdrew. Merlin, feeling suddenly empty and bereft, almost cried out to ask for them back. The bottle opened again behind him, followed by the slick sound of a hand stroking Arthur's erection. Knowing what was coming next, the man's deep sigh of pleasure set fire to Merlin's blood. One hand cradled Merlin's hip, grip tight, as a thumb caressed the skin within reach. The other was on Arthur's cock as the man shifted, holding himself steady as he brought the head to Merlin's entrance.
Choking on the emotions and desire running through him, Merlin nibbled his bottom lip, pressing his face against the blankets as Arthur pressed in to him. For a moment it seemed his body would not take the invasion, the burn more intense than he had expected as Arthur's deliciously thick cock sought entry. A hand slipped around to Merlin's cock, stroking lightly, distracting him until his body finally gave, admitting the man behind him. Arthur pressed further in to him, slowly, pausing every few moments. The strangled noises emanating from behind Merlin suggested it was more for Arthur's benefit than his own.
Losing patience, Merlin rolled his hips suddenly, catching Arthur by surprise as he took him in fully. The sound the man made, half-yelp and half-groan, was like music to his ears. "Fuck," Arthur choked out, hands tightening briefly where they held him. After a long moment their grip eased, the hand on Merlin's cock withdrawing, coming to find his hip instead. Rolling his golden hips, the former King moved within him, his thrusts long and slow and wonderful in ways Merlin could hardly describe. And he met each thrust with a roll of his own hips.
When Merlin grew too wanton, too vigorous, Arthur's hands tightened around his hips, forcing him to slow down again, punctuating the action with a deliberate and torturous slowing of his own movements until Merlin gradually calmed down, whimpering beneath his experienced hands. The man wanted to make their union last, to make Merlin weep with need; the sorcerer knew it instinctively. He would be lying if he said he did not want any of that. Oh, how he wanted it, wanted it all. Their gasps and sighs echoed each other as Arthur claimed him. Strong arms slipped around him, pulling him up from the bed until his back pressed against Arthur's chest.
Moaning at the change of angle and depth of Arthur's thrusts, Merlin slipped an arm upwards, cradling the back of his lover's blond head as Arthur attacked the length of his neck. Lips and teeth assaulted his skin hungrily; Merlin knew there would be marks there – all over his body, really – by morning. The thought thrilled him immensely. Arching back against Arthur, hand tightening in his hair, Merlin turned his head and found the man's mouth. Their kiss was messy compared to the others they had shared, but he would not have traded it for the world.
Gasping in to his mouth, Arthur whispered, "I want...I want to see your face, Merlin. I...please." Desperate lips trailed across his jaw. Merlin nodded, distracted by the sensations running through his body, by the knowledge that Arthur was taking him at last, after ten years of loving the former King, of wanting him, of needing him. At last...at long last...he felt the joining of their destined souls in ways he never had before, and wondered for a moment if Arthur felt it too. But that thought was fleeting as the man slipped free of him, sending a spark of loss through Merlin for a moment before he turned over on to his back.
Flushed with pleasure, his cock glistening with lubricant and pre-come, his hair a sweaty, tousled mess, Arthur looked like a debauched God. Kingly eyes, dark with lust and building ecstasy, looked down at Merlin for a suspended moment before Arthur crawled between his welcoming legs, hips fitting just so between thighs that spread eagerly for him. He kissed Merlin for several long, dizzying moments. When he straightened, his own thighs spread for balance, he pulled Merlin towards him, half-lifting him from the bed in the process with a surge of masculine strength. Arthur slipped once more inside him, filling him with a loud moan of intense pleasure that the sorcerer felt as it rumbled through his own body.
Arthur's arms hooked around his thighs, thoughtless hands gripping his sides with a tightness that spoke of future bruises, but right now Merlin could hardly feel the sharp flare of pain in the face of such blinding ecstasy. His lover slid deeper and deeper inside him with every long, slow thrust. Squeezing his eyes shut, Merlin slid his hands up above his head, fisting the blankets and sheets as he arched against the man he loved. As he claimed the sorcerer Arthur uttered so many rushed words; compliments and endearments streamed from him as though his mouth were a babbling brook. But the words were lost somewhere between Merlin's ear and his brain.
Heat flooded his body, deepening the rosy hue that had spread across his flesh. Chest heaving, Merlin tossed his head to the side in ecstasy, toes curling as Arthur claimed him, as he rolled his hips to meet every blessed thrust. When Arthur's movements sped up, driving in harder, Merlin's hands came to cover his own mouth in an attempt to muffle the embarrassing sounds he was making. Quite suddenly and without warning, Arthur's arms disengaged his legs, strong masculine hands capturing Merlin's in an instant.
Eyes snapping open in surprise, he found Arthur much closer than he had been previously. Leaning over him, his strong hands pushed Merlin's arms up, pinning his wrists to the blankets forcefully. "Don't," he ordered, the word little more than a husky snarl, "don't do that. I want to hear you." A shudder ran through the man, driving him in deep though his hips had initially stilled. "I want to hear every damned sound you make; don't ever cover them up. Do you understand me?"
Merlin nodded vigorously, unable to rip his gaze away from the man trapping him, whose eyes had turned molten in their intensity. One hand kept both of Merlin's wrists pinned to the bed; the other began its descent along his body, finding the heated flesh of Merlin's thigh, gripping tightly. Mouth hovering over Merlin's, forcing the pair of them to share breaths, Arthur began moving again, altering his angle just so as he thrust in, hard and fast and deep. His cock hit that spot inside him almost violently, eliciting a near scream of ecstasy as Merlin arched away from the bed, nipples grazing Arthur's chest as he did so.
The sorcerer started babbling, his broken words punctuated by yells of pleasure as Arthur took him with a vigour never seen before, hitting his prostate over and over. Cock trapped between them, stimulated by Arthur's every movement, passion pooled within him, coiling in his groin, tightening in his abdomen. It built and built inside him, waiting, ready to destroy him at any moment. Tears of pleasure welled once more in his eyes before he could stop them and they slipped down Merlin's cheeks, losing themselves under his jaw, in his ears and his ruffled hair. Wrapping his legs around the former King, encouraged by Arthur's hand which tightened around him, Merlin met him thrust for thrust, needing to find that sweet release.
No longer needing to keep Merlin's wrists restrained, Arthur released them, bracing his hand against the bed for extra balance. The man's hand fisted the blankets, but Merlin was hardly aware of it; he was far too focused on Arthur's face. A lock of blond hair clung to his forehead in a diagonal fashion, while the rest was a sweaty, disarrayed mess that made him seem all the more endearing and so devastatingly beautiful in the moonlight that spilled through the open curtains. His fierce jaw was clenched with effort, his eyes dark with lust and burning with something indefinable. Beads of sweat trickled down from his temples, glistened in the dips and masculine curves of his body.
Long-fingered hands slipped around the former King's arms, splaying across the feverish expanse of his muscled back, clutching him tightly, possessively. Arthur squeezed his eyes shut as a tremor ran through him before racing along Merlin's body in response. Lips the sorcerer had so desperately kissed parted in a strangled gasp. It was this sight, as his lover thrust deep inside him, that caused Merlin to reach the pinnacle of his pleasure. Merlin unravelled beneath him, the entire length of his gangly body tightening suddenly, spine arching, head pressing hard into the bed under him, a wordless scream tearing up from his throat as his legs constricted around Arthur's hips. His hands clawed at Arthur's back, nails digging in, earning a loud hiss that sounded pained and pleasured both.
Arthur came hardly a moment after him, sweat-soaked blond head tossed backwards as he gasped the sorcerer's name in ecstasy, hips snapping forward in a disjointed rhythm as he fucked him through their joint bliss. Merlin trembled beneath him as he gradually came down from that lofty height, drenched in sweat and his lover's come. It was not long at all until Merlin was completely mellow beneath him, cradling a still-shaking Arthur with his body, running a loving hand through the man's locks as the former King buried his face against the burning flesh of Merlin's neck. Lips mouthed words against his skin, but Merlin was far too content - and far too sleepy for that matter – to even consider trying to work out what they were.
Eventually, Arthur found the strength to move, to withdraw from him with a slight grimace marring his handsome mouth. Merlin's magic acted instinctively, vanishing their mess without him having to think about it. Chuckling tiredly, Arthur slid beneath the blankets, tugging Merlin after him. For once, he did not complain about being dragged around by the prat; instead, he took full advantage of the situation, cuddling up to a deeply sated Arthur, whose muscular arm wrapped around the sorcerer's shoulders, squeezing him closer. Wrapped around each other, neither of them noticed when they started to drift off.
To Be Continued.
My brain has flat-lined.
I...uh...I hope this chapter was okay for you guys; feel free to let me know what you think...
On the subject of condoms: they're both clean and know it about themselves (Gaius bullies Merlin in to being tested pretty regularly as he thinks Merlin's more active than he actually is; and Arthur's always been very careful and had himself tested recently in the hopes that he would finally get his manservant into the sack), and when it comes to health and safety they trust each other implicitly. If either was in doubt, they would have mentioned it. Anyway, it's not like they'd have been using condoms in Camelot if they'd gotten together then, so... *skips off merrily*