Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin or any of the characters. If I did Merlin/Arthur would be canon (well more canon than it totally already is anyway…)
Story: Just some lovey dovey Merlin/Arthur smut? Enjoy M for sex! If you don't like, do not read! Simple!
Morning arrived, and Arthur dimly approached consciousness, reluctant to wake. He rolled over, draping his arm over a body.
Merlin, he realised, becoming a little more conscious and a dreamy languid smile quirked his lips upwards slightly. Behind his closed lids, images of the previous day came back to him one by one, and he remembered how he had taken Merlin. He allowed the images to fill him up until he was wide awake and full of desire.
Finally he opened his eyes to be greeted with the pleasant sight of Merlin's bare back and his black hair. His lover was as naked as he. Pressing himself against Merlin, and delighting in the cool feel of skin pressed together, Arthur's hand glided across Merlin's side, smoothing up and round his chest to begin stroking a nipple with his finger and thumb. If Merlin wasn't awake yet, he would be soon.
Sure enough, after a minute or so, he felt Merlin shiver and heard his breathing shift. Pleased, as he was now impatiently aroused, Arthur leaned in and whispered Merlin's name, his voice grazing over the syllables.
Slowly, painfully almost, Merlin rolled over to face Arthur. His face was flushed, his eyes bleary with sleep but dark with desire.
"Good morning," he murmured.
In response, Arthur leaned in, needing to feel those lips against his own, the soft but firm friction. He heard Merlin swallow and then open his mouth into the kiss until the two were once more aggressively engaged in passionate assault. Finally Merlin broke off to gasp, and then grit his teeth against a cry as Arthur pushed their bodies together and every sensitive body part was rubbed together.
"Now…what?" he heard Arthur pant softly from over his shoulder.
Wordlessly, Merlin raised his hand, and softly traced it, a feather light touch down Arthur's wide back. He felt Arthur's whole body tense against the urge to buck into him as he did so.
"Merlin, please," he whispered, the most vulnerable Merlin thought he had ever heard him.
Finally Merlin reached the lower curve of his back, and continued further down, deepening the touch slightly into the curve and resting at the opening. He felt an involuntary shudder through Arthur's body against his own as he ran his finger lightly two or three times around the hole, before ever so gently easing up, and into Arthur. Arthur tensed.
Merlin pulled his head back to look at Arthur a moment. The man's face was completely flushed and he was biting down on his lip. "Relax. I won't hurt you."
Arthur nodded. As if to prove his point Merlin slid his other hand down between his body and Arthur's and began to stroke Arthur's pulsing erection. Arthur cried out softly as the sensation consumed him and Merlin took the opportunity to further ease the finger into Arthur, withdrawing his other hand to rub comforting spirals round Arthur's back.
He moved the finger experimentally until Arthur was relaxed enough for him to insert another, and then even began to rock gently against them. Merlin knew when he had hit the right spot for the prince suddenly convulsed and moaned into his ear.
"More?" Merlin whispered, and began rubbing his fingers furiously against Arthur's back wall, taking his own arousal with his other hand and pumping it clumsily for he couldn't wait any longer. However he could see that Arthur couldn't quite attain climax and abandoned himself momentarily to set his other hand to furiously stroking Arthur's length, alternating fast and slow until finally Arthur's whole body submitted to orgasm and streams of liquid shot forth onto Merlin's stomach.
Merlin didn't even need to speak, his facial expression said it all, and once Arthur had managed to recover his breath, he turned Merlin around, and lowered both hands around Merlin's sides to bring him to his own physical relief. His hands were delightfully cool on Merlin's hot aching cock and Merlin's breath began to hitch as he felt his own release approaching. He strained his body up and back against Arthur's, calling the man's name with the breath he had left.
"Faster?" Arthur murmured intimately and Merlin managed a nod, before a cry was forced out of him as the prince began a pace that sparked pleasure up through his whole body, putting him in a hot haze that rendered him unable to do anything but incoherently assent how good it felt until finally he came, spilling all over Arthur's hands and the sheets before him, his body still trembling even after the release.
"Mmmm…" Arthur exhaled, pressing a lingering kiss to Merlin's shaking frame, before carefully extracting his hands to lick them clean. "You taste salty sweet, Merlin."
Merlin was still dazed, so it took him a few moments to process what Arthur was doing. "What are you doing, don't do that!"
"What, are you worried I'll get pregnant?" Arthur teased. "I don't know if anyone told you, Merlin, but it can't happen this way."
Merlin pouted to be made fun of. "I just meant…I'm sure it can't taste very good."
"You always taste good Merlin," Arthur smiled, before a huge yawn overcame him. "Can we sleep now? I'm…tired."
"Aw is Arthur sweepy?" Merlin asked, determined not to miss a chance to mock. "Okay, okay," he said as Arthur pulled him back down onto the bed for a pillow.