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Chapter 9:
The Art of Wooing!
Percy froze in the kitchen doorway. Merlin was standing in the middle of the kitchen, hands on either side of his face, looking in horror at the oven.
"Merlin?" He ventured gently.
Merlin turned to look at him, slowly shaking his head.
"Mountain man, you're causing a traffic jam here!" Gwaine huffed from behind. Percy took a tentative step in the kitchen, still looking at Merlin in concern.
"S'wrong with you?" Gwaine asked, looking bemused as he walked to the sink.
"Arthur's coming over for dinner," Merlin said miserably, now clutching his hair.
"Oh!" Percy smiled, a wicked gleam in his eyes, he winked at Gwaine, "want us to clear off for a few hours?"
"You don't understand," Merlin said, now pulling at his hair.
"Ah, come on now," Gwaine threw an arm around his shoulder. "I'm sure his Highness has seen whiter arses than yours."
Merlin scowled at Gwaine and pushed his arm away, "You don't get it."
"No," Percy agreed.
"Arthur's coming for dinner," Merlin started.
"You said that already," Gwaine helpfully put in.
"I said I'd cook."
"The who in the what now?" Gwaine gasped. Percy bit his lip to stop himself smiling.
"It was the mouth, it just said it!" Merlin howled.
"Ah Jaysus, you really have to get a leash on that mouth of yours," Gwaine laughed.
"Merlin," Percy said, "you can't cook."
"Way to state the obvious, tree trunk," Gwaine smirked. "Have you forgotten the incident with the beans?"
"How could I?" Percy grimaced , "I've still got burn marks."
"Shut up, you pillocks," Merlin glared, "and help me."
"Right," Gwaine clapped his hands, "I'll do the pot noddles and Percy," he pointed, "you stick a pizza in the oven." He scratched his head, "Merlin, you go find candles."
"I am not serving him noddles and pizza for fucks sake!"
"Fine, fine. I was just trying to help," Gwaine said, holding his hands up in surrender.
"Time to call in back up," Percy said gravely, reaching for his phone.
Gwaine grabbed it off him, "Gwen my darling, the most beautiful being in existence, light shines out of your... Oh hello Lance," he pulled a face, "is Gwen there?" Merlin and Percy shuffled closer. "Well where is she?" He rolled his eyes, "well, it's just we have a bit of a situation here. You see our beloved idiot Merlin, wasn't satisfied with trying to kill Arthur last week so he's gonna have another go tonight." Merlin hit Gwaine across the head; he ducked and moved across the room. "He's going to cook him dinner." There was a pause and then Gwaine laughed loudly. "Yes, we all remember the beans. So we need some culinary advice, apparently pizza is out." Gwaine sat down, "Ok, great!"
"Well?" Merlin asked.
"Lance is on his way over, he'll cook and then we'll all clear off." Gwaine smiled, "and then maybe... you can enjoy some, much needed, naked time!" Gwaine winked.
Merlin pushed the pasta around his plate, scowling at the table. The food was good, Arthur looked great but it was so unbelievably awkward. The conversation was stilted – when Merlin could think of something to say and Arthur kept looking at him in a strange way that unsettled Merlin.
"Well," Arthur said, putting his fork on the plate, "that was lovely."
"Lance cooked it," Merlin frowned.
"I know," Merlin looked up sharply to see Arthur smirking, "it's his signature dish."
"Oh, right," Merlin said, looking back down at the table.
Arthur nudged his foot under the table, and kept at it until Merlin looked up again.
"What's going on then?"
"What do you mean?" Merlin asked.
"Well, you invite me for dinner but you've hardly said anything and you won't look at me. What's going on?"
"I just... I," Merlin scrubbed a hand over his face, "wanted to do something nice for you but this is a complete disaster."
"Something nice for me?" Arthur frowned.
"Yeah, dinner and... Wine and..." He waved his hands around. Arthur got a tender look on his face but there was a glint in his eyes.
"Merlin," he drawled, in his characteristic prattish manner. "Are you trying to woo me?"
"No!" Merlin snapped, glaring at the smug look on Arthur's face. He stood up sharply, chair scrapping across the tiles on the floor and grabbed the plates, walking to the sink. He could hear Arthur chuckling, the git.
Merlin turned the tap on more forcefully than necessary, causing water to splash all over his shirt. He cursed, closing his eyes in frustration and turning the tap off.
"Arthur," he started, but gasped as he felt the hot press of someone right behind him.
"Yes?" Arthur breathed into his neck, nuzzling at the top of Merlin's spine.
"Ngh," Merlin moaned as Arthur bit lightly at the flesh on Merlin's neck.
Arthur chuckled, the vibrations running through Merlin straight to his cock. "What was that?"
"Nothing," Merlin gasped, as Arthur slid his hands up under Merlin's shirt, dancing lightly over his hip bones.
"You know," Arthur said evenly, Merlin hated him in that moment – that he could be reduced to a mumbling mess with a few light touches and feather kisses and the prat sounded fine. "I rather like the idea of being wooed."
"Yeah?" Merlin asked, smiling as Arthur kissed up his neck and bit his earlobe. Merlin turned, trying to angle his lips to Arthur's but lost his train of thought when Arthur put a hand on his stomach and pulled him tightly back against himself and slipped his foot in between Merlin's, abruptly knocking Merlin's knee's apart. Arthur stepped into the space between Merlin's spread legs and pulled him flush against himself.
Merlin's mind was racing, he was super sensitive to every kiss, every feather light touch of Arthur's fingers roaming his torso and the hard press of Arthur's cock against his arse.
As Arthur started to rut slightly against Merlin's arse, Merlin decided he had enough and turned, crashing his lips in Arthur's.
Arthur groaned in satisfaction, rubbing himself shamelessly at Merlin's crotch. Merlin threaded his hands threw Arthur's hair and tilted his head to deepen the kiss, moaning as Arthur's tongue entered his mouth, moving in the same rhythm as his hips, causing a delightful friction that Merlin desired.
"Bedroom," Arthur panted; an undetermined amount of time later. Merlin nodded furiously, pushing Arthur backwards but barely breaking contact with the other mans lips.
They stumbled down the hall, pausing for a few minutes of passionate kissing as Merlin pressed Arthur into the wall.
Eventually they made it to the bedroom, breaking apart as Arthur turned to close the door only for Merlin to press him in the cool wood. Removing Arthur's t-shirt, Merlin nuzzled at Arthur's broad shoulders, before slipping hand around and undoing the buttons on Arthur's jeans. Yanking them down roughly causing Arthur to stumble a little but Merlin held him in place with a firm hand at the base of his back.
Arthur groaned as Merlin dropped to his knees, pushing the jeans and boxers further down and ran his hands up Arthur's thighs.
"Merlin," Arthur moaned as he felt the unmistakable feel of a tongue run across his arse cheek. His legs started to tremble.
"Shush," Merlin soothed, petting Arthur's flanks. He continued kissing lightly across Arthur's arse and brought his hands up to slowly spread Arthur. Merlin blew lightly, causing Arthur to groan and slam his fists into the door. Merlin smiled and swept his tongue along Arthur's cleft. Arthur whimpered and Merlin continued, circling his tongue around the tight ring of muscle.
"OhGodOhGodOhGod!" Arthur cried out, pounding at the door. Merlin chuckled, he pointed his tongue pushing it inside, Arthur moaned loudly, breath coming in gasps as Merlin continued to fuck him with his tongue. Spit ran down Merlin's chin but he smeared in against the exposed flesh of Arthur's arse. Merlin pulled back slightly to admire the hidden rose of Arthur's flesh, blowing lightly causing Arthur to tremble as his fingers clawed at the door. Merlin ran his tongue around the tight ring of muscle before rubbing his lips on the glistening, spit wet entrance. He pushed his tongue back in, fucking his hole again before pushing in a far as he could and wriggling his tongue until he hit Arthur's prostate and then Arthur's knee gave out.
"Stop, stop, please Merlin," he panted.
"Huh?" Merlin asked, disbelievingly.
Arthur turned, gripping the edge of the desk for balance and looked down at the flushed Merlin on the floor. "I don't want to go off like a fifteen year old virgin."
"Oh!" Merlin laughed, standing up to kissing him lightly, pulling Arthur towards the bed.
"You can eat my arse out to your heart's content later," Arthur smiled, kicking both shoes, trousers and pants off and away from them. Merlin stood back and admired the view.
Arthur sat on the edge of the bed and waved his hand. Merlin quickly and gracelessly divested himself of his clothes and went to stand in front of a flushed, pupil blown wide Arthur.
Arthur ran his hands up Merlin's legs and up his body, stopping at his hips to tug him forward. Merlin kneeled on the bed, straddling Arthur and leaned down to kiss him.
Arthur gathered Merlin in his arms and pulled him close, slotting their leaking cocks together. Merlin moaned, arching his back and Arthur latched on to his exposed neck sucking a bruise onto Merlin's flushed skin.
Merlin sat up on knees, Arthur groaned as cool air rushed between their bodies before Merlin pushed him back slightly. Arthur scooted further back onto the bed, dragging Merlin with him and Merlin leant down, attaching his teeth to Arthur's pebbled nipple. Sucking and nibbling causing Arthur to buck his hips, craving friction.
Arthur used his strength to roll them over, lying side by side. He ran his knuckle down Merlin's cheek bone, gazing into his bright eyes. Their legs were tangled and both were panting raggedly. Merlin's hair was in disarray, cheeks flushed and his fingers were trembling slightly as he ran them down Arthur's chest.
"You're so beautiful," Arthur murmured, voice thick and rough with emotion.
Merlin ran his hand around Arthur's neck, pulling his head forward to slot their lips together. Arthur moaned into his mouth, savouring the warmth and taste of herbs from the pasta on Merlin's tongue.
Arthur gripped Merlin's arse, slotting their groins together. Merlin drew in a harsh, ragged breath at the renewed contact, bucking up into Arthur's crotch.
Arthur dragged his lips away from Merlin's mouth, bringing his fingers up to the warm, moist cocoon of Merlin's lips. He sucked Arthur's fingers into my mouth, swirling his tongue around each digit coating them in saliva before pulling back and licking Arthur's palm.
With one hand holding Merlin's head, Arthur's other hand snaked down between their flushed bodies, touching their erect cocks, running his palm over the precome, moist heads before gripping them together in a tight fist. Merlin began thrusting into the vice of Arthur's hand and Arthur whimpered at the delightful friction, thrusting into the tight grip of fist along with Merlin in tandem.
Their lips found each other again, sloppy and uncoordinated as they thrust their tongues in unison with the cocks.
Using strength that surprised Arthur, Merlin turned them so he was once again straddling Arthur.
Arthur broke from the kiss, looking down at their entwined bodies, panting heavily as he watched their cocks rubbing together. He removed his hand, gripping Merlin's arse with two hands as Merlin slid into the V of Arthur's spread legs, thrusting up with wild abandon.
Merlin buried his head in Arthur's neck, inhaling Arthur's scent mixed with the smell of sex and sweat as they moved together, lost in their combined lust, listening to each other pant and moan loudly.
Arthur gathered Merlin in his arms and flipped them over. He sat up, now straddling Merlin's skinny hips. Arthur looked down at him, admiring the view. Merlin twitched, suddenly feeling uncomfortable under the scrutiny of Arthur's fierce gaze – he rolled over and reached for the dresser, grabbing a bottle of lube and a condom from the draw. He rolled back over, putting them on the bed beside Arthur's knees and looked back at Arthur who hadn't moved.
"Arthur?" Merlin asked nervously in a lust fuelled voice, breaking Arthur out of his thoughts and suddenly he was on top of Merlin, kissing him fiercely. Merlin grabbed onto his broad shoulders, angling his hips so their erections could glide together again.
Arthur moaned, moving to kiss along Merlin's neck and down his body, stopping at particular spots to lavish attention. He bit at Merlin's collarbone and played with his nipple, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. Merlin arched off the bed and Arthur continued down. Biting sharply at Merlin's hipbone while his right hand lifted Merlin's knee and placed it over his shoulder.
Merlin gasped as Arthur's hot breath passed over his rigid, leaking cock before turning to suck a bruise onto Merlin's thigh.
Merlin whimpered before grabbing the tube of lube and forcing into Arthur's hand. Arthur smirked up at him, fringe falling in his eyes as he licked up the length of Merlin's cock and swallowed the head. Merlin groaned loudly, never breaking eye contact with Arthur.
Arthur squirted a generous blob of lube onto his hand and spread it around his fingers. He traced Merlin's hole and slowly inserted one finger, causing Merlin to throw back his head. Arthur hummed around Merlin's cock, still in his mouth and Merlin writhed on the bed.
"Come on, Arthur," He babbled.
He worked another finger inside and Merlin ground his hips down, forcing Arthur's fingers deeper. A third finger joined the other two, opening Merlin up. Arthur curled his fingers, Merlin arching off the bed as Arthur hit his bundle of nerves.
"I'm ready, please, please, please," he sobbed unashamedly as he fisted the bed sheets, as Arthur continued paying lavish attention to his cock, running his tongue along the slit at the top causing Merlin to whimper.
Arthur sat up, fumbling with the condom packet. His hands shaking. "Ok, ok, turn over," he said. Merlin obliged, rolling onto his front and getting up on his hands and knees.
He felt Arthur line himself up, hands running up and down Merlin's back before setting on his hips in a strong grip. Arthur leaded forward and mouthed at Merlin's shoulder blade before slowly pushing in.
Merlin whined, scrunching the pillow in his grip.
"Alright?" Arthur panted.
"Yes, come on," Merlin moaned.
Arthur pushed in a little further before withdrawing and pushing in again, deeper. On his next thrust Merlin pushed back, causing Arthur to groan as he was suddenly balls deep in Merlin.
Merlin knew he was babbling nonsense, no doubt he'd be mortified later but right now he didn't care. Arthur was being agonisingly slow and gentle.
"Harder," Merlin moaned.
Finally the dam broke and Arthur couldn't contain himself anymore, he set a hard, fast and relentless pace. Merlin started moaning really loudly, and more nonsense was spilling from his mouth.
Arthur pulled him up, chest to back and Merlin grabbed onto his thighs, digging his fingers into Arthur's flesh. He gripped Merlin's cock and began to pull him off. They clumsily tried to kiss but it was really just breathing into each other's mouths. Suddenly Merlin went tense, every muscle in his body tightening as he climaxed. Hot liquid spilling over Arthur's fist.
The tightening of Merlin's muscles around his cock, crested Arthur over the edge. Whimpering, which he would deny to his dying day, as his orgasm blasted threw him.
They both collapsed in a heap, after a few minutes of deep, ragged breathing, Arthur slowly extricated himself and lay on his back. Merlin turned into him, a dopey look on his face.
"Hey," Merlin smiled.
"Hey yourself," Arthur smiled, running a finger down Merlin's nose before leaning in to kiss his kiss swollen lips and pull him into his side.
"Well, no dead bodies," Gwaine said, surveying the kitchen.
"Must be in bed," Percy said, filling a glass with coke.
"Yeah," Gwaine grinned, Percy turned to see a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"No!" Percy pointed at Gwaine, "absolutely not."
"Ah, come on," Gwaine smiled, walking out of the kitchen and along the hall to Merlin's door.
"No," Percy hissed, grabbing at Gwaine's arm, "it's weird and creepy and I said I wouldn't let you do this again."
"Just a little peek?" Gwaine pouted.
"Arthur will flay you alive."
"Arthur's asleep, BFG," Gwaine smiled, opening the door.
Percy groaned, putting his face in his hands.
"Ah," Gwaine cooed, taking out his phone .
Percy turned and smiled in spite of himself, Arthur and Merlin were curled up, sound asleep.
"Morgana will love this," Gwaine beamed, holding up his phone with a picture of the two asleep on it.
"What is wrong with you?" Percy gasped, closing the door.
"Nothing," Gwaine shrugged, walking back to the kitchen. "What's wrong with you?"
"There's nothing wrong with me, but I'm not the one being a creepy fuck!"
"Ah now," Gwaine shook his head, "this is a memento."
"A memento?" Percy asked, Gwaine and logic rarely crossed paths and he was dying to see him wriggle out of this one.
"Yes, obviously," Gwaine said sighing, "I'm going to keep it and give it to them as their engagement present or something."
"Oh," Percy smiled, "still creepy but kinda sweet."
"Shut up," Gwaine huffed.