Chapter Three
Merlin moaned loudly when his tongue flicked on the roof of his mouth, clinging tightly to his friend's broad shoulders. His eyes were clenched shut and his sense where just filled with something that was completely Gwaine. He did not even notice the front door had been shut until he found himself pressed up against it. The suddenness of the impact hurt for a moment but he found he did not care when he felt the sharp nip and pull on his bottom lip.
Gwaine kissed him urgently, his hands drifting to caress the man's backside and using it to support him up the wall. Merlin's legs instantly wrapped around his waist and began to rock their hips together. With a low growl at the back of his throat, Gwaine used his pelvis to pin his friend in place, instantly noticing the erection that was quickly growing against his own. His nails dug into his sensitive flesh harshly. Merlin sucked his tongue further into his mouth teasingly.
"So…I'll take that a 'yes' then, should I?" Arthur's voice drifted from their right. Gwaine pulled away momentarily, much to Merlin's disappointment, to run a dark eye over the blond's relaxed stance in appreciation before moving to bite, hard, on the smooth column of the man's neck. Merlin whined in pleasure and arched his neck to give him more room, his bright eyes meeting Arthur's.
Arthur approached their side, reaching up to run his hands through Merlin's fine hair before caressing his prominent cheekbones and the area just under his eyes. His thumb brushed across his swollen lips, and a moan escaped as the sensitivity of the abused flesh. He then moved to Gwaine, raking his hands roughly through his thick wavy hair, and dragging his fingertip down the length of his face. To the man's credit, he did not react to the touches and merely continued making his mark along the right side of his friend's neck, nipped and licking the wounds in a soothing fashion. Merlin whimpered at the feeling, his head rocking backwards and hitting the door.
"The bedroom," Arthur murmured, watching almost mesmerised by the movement of the man's strong jaw, "Much more comfortable…more room…"
Gwaine detached himself from Merlin's neck and purposely, slowly, let the man drop back onto his feet, making sure he was fully aware of all the contorts of his body. He glanced at Arthur and nodded sharply, before he turned and made his way to the bedroom (he knew his way around the flat well by now). In a swift motion, he removed his muscle shirt as he walked, dropping it to the floor just as he turned into the bedroom. The two lovers followed quickly afterwards.
In the small bedroom, Gwaine lay, spread out on the bed, wearing only his white Calvin Kline boxer shorts. His hands rested, interlocked, on his lower stomach, just above the tent in his underwear, and a cocky smile plastered on his face.
"You watched Merlin and me together…" he commented, "Now I want to see you too."
Merlin looked unsure for a moment – he always thought it would be awkward someone watching him like that. Arthur had no such worries; he grasped the man around his waist and tugged him firmly against him. With one hand resting on the small of his back, and the other on the nape of his neck, he guided their lips to meet in a passionate kiss. He coaxed the man gently into letting go of his reservations with flicks of his tongue and nips of his teeth, with the steady rocking of his hips.
Merlin whimpered in pleasure and tugged impatiently at the hem of his lover's shirt. It was quickly brought over his head, revealing his bare chest, dusted lightly with blond hairs. Merlin trailed his hand up and down the man's chest, completely focussed; only changing course to pinch his nipples as the fingernails went past. Arthur shivered.
With a cat-like grace, Merlin slid to his knees, leaving his eyes level with the man's (tight) jeans. He unzipped using nimble fingers and tugged the trousers down his strong legs, letting them pool at his feet. He grasped the back of his knees, scraping the sensitive skin with his fingernails, and removed the clothing from around his ankles. He then trailed his hands upwards, teasing the inside of his thighs and resting his head on his upper thigh, watching his lover's impressive cock harden and strain.
He smiled almost teasingly, before tilting his head forward just enough that he could place the tip of his tongue against his slit, pressing firmly to get a taste before pulling back quickly. Arthur groaned and rocked forward almost pleadingly, the blunt tip hitting Merlin's cheek. He grabbed his lover's hips, holding him in place, and attentively closed his mouth around the throbbing head. He held himself there for a moment before, suddenly, sucking the man's tip deeper into his mouth, moaning at the taste of pre-cum that leak onto his tongue. His tongue laved at the underside of the heavy cock, tracing the vein, taking more of the man into the wet cavern. Arthur cursed his breathing harsh, his eyes darkened with pleasure, as his hands moved to knot into his lover's black hair.
Gwaine shifted on the bed, craning his neck, desperate for a better view. His erection pushed against the seams of his boxers and his hands itched to reach for it. The urge was too strong, the pressure too much to bear, and he slide his hand under the waist band to grasp the base of his cock tightly. The image his mind had concocted was nothing compared to the real thing: the straining tendons, the skilful movements, the colour contrast between skin and hair. Arthur's moans, throaty and husky, seemed to echo the room, causing jolts of pleasure to move straight to his cock. He watched the movement of Merlin's jaw, of his harsh bobs, and found his hand mimicking the actions with perfect accuracy.
He had to admit he found it strange, watching his two of his friends together in a sexual way. Before he had been propositioned, he never would have thought to consider the two of them together. It was like forbidden territory, a line that should never be crossed, but now, he wondered how he could never have thought about it.
It was a truly amazing sight.
Arthur tightened his grip momentarily before he managed to open his eyes a crack to see Gwaine spread out on their bed, staring at them intently, whilst he pleasured himself at a slow and leisurely pace. It was as if he suddenly remembered that they were not alone. He shivered at the thought of Gwaine watching Merlin and him together, so intimately, and his arousal spiked. With some reluctance, he removed his cock from his lover's wondrously brilliant mouth, causing Merlin to whimper in disappointment. He pulled the man to his feet and roughly removed his tee shirt, giving him a hint to strip. Arthur watched Merlin remove his clothes for a second, before casually moving to kneel at the foot of the bed.
Gwaine paused for a moment, tilting his head back to look at Arthur who merely smirked down at him. He skilfully managed to bend down and steal the man's lips into a searing kiss. Gwaine moaned quietly and his movements ceased completely as he reached both hands up to cling to Arthur's blond head. Merlin watched the two together for a moment, liking the sight of their strong jaws jerking against each other made when they slide their tongues past the others lips, before he hurriedly removed his underwear (he got his long legs caught in the fabric for a moment, but soon fixed that problem) and joined them on the bed, on Gwaine's free side. He remained silent, just watched the two men together with keen interest, before one hand moved to trail along Gwaine's arm, bring out Goosebumps on surface of his flesh. Merlin pressed his body against his friend's body, his hand tracing upwards to brush the thick hair away so he could nibble on the edge of his ear. Gwaine groaned and the kiss became sloppy. Merlin tugged experimentally on the lobe and licked the flesh. His hand moved to cup the man's strong jaw, feeling every movement, every muscle, and was completely mesmerized by the feeling.
Arthur dominated Gwaine, sucking on his tongue before releasing it, as he trailed his hand down the man's sensitive side and pinged the elastic waistband harshly, making him yelp in surprise.
"Off," he ordered.
Merlin clung to Arthur when Gwaine moved, leaving his body cold. He whined and nuzzled the man's neck, biting down on the crook, and rubbing his cock against the side of his thigh. Arthur's breath caught at the feeling and tugged roughly on the man's hair. His hips mimicked the thrusts of his lover. Gwaine threw the offending underwear somewhere into the corner of the room, and turned back onto the bed. He copied Merlin's actions from before, pressing his body against the man's back and making sure that his cock rested in the crease of his arse.
"So, when you asked for this threesome, what did you have in mind?" he muttered huskily, rolling his hips forward ever so slightly and pulling back before Merlin could get anymore simulation.
"Fuck Arthur…Gwaine…ah…" Merlin muttered, biting down harshly once more.
Gwaine used his hand to make a pathway along Merlin's revealed side, and grasped his cock at the base, stopping him mid-thrust and pressing him further onto Gwaine's own cock. He whimpered in disappointment and struggled for a moment, only stopping when Gwaine tightened his grip as if in warning. His head tilted backwards onto Gwaine's shoulder.
He arched an eyebrow. "Is he always this desperate?" He questioned, his voice practically dripping with arousal.
"Oh yeah…" Arthur mumbled absent-mindedly, as he turned further into Merlin so he could trail down his body, first with hands and then with lips. Goosebumps rose on the man's pale skin at the feeling. Arthur paused, his hands on the centre of Merlin's stomach, feeling the muscles contract, and looking up at Gwaine, "Do you mind holding him still?"
"Not at all," Gwaine agreed quickly, holding the lithe body firmly, the only real grip being the one holding his cock pointing outwards into the cold air.
Arthur grinned mischievously, his blue eyes sparkling, before placing an open mouth kiss on Merlin's nipple. The tip of his tongue flicked across the nub, coaxing it into erection before he bite down on the pebbled nipple. He rolled it between his teeth, pulled back before releasing it. The cold air chilled the salvia and Merlin gasped. Arthur then repeated the action on his other nipple. He licked each one once more, just to ensure there wetness, and pulled back as if to admire his work. He flicked each one and Merlin cried out in surprise, his back arching slightly. Grinning at the reaction he caused, Arthur rolled the nipples on the palm of his hands to prolong the feeling.
"God…ah, Arthur!"
"Well, he seems to like that," Gwaine muttered.
Arthur chuckled throatily. "He has unusually sensitive nipples. Doesn't he look beautiful, hard and pleading?"
Gwaine looked down at his shoulder to see Merlin gazing up at him, his wide blue eyes darkened with lust, his lips parted with his heavy breathing, his cheeks flushed a light pink colour. God, he never thought he would ever see Merlin like this, so needy and desperate – it was better than he could imagine. He hummed in agreement, raising his free hand and sliding a finger between those parted lips. Merlin latched on instantly, pulling and sucking the limb further into his mouth, scraping his teeth across the skin. He moaned, muffled around the finger, when he felt Gwaine's cock grow between his bare arse cheeks.
Arthur continued his journey southward. His hand remained in place, slowly rolling the nipples round the centre of his palms, whilst his mouth mapped out his abdomen thoroughly, biting and licking in random places to leave landmarks on the smooth skin. Merlin's jutting cock hit the underside of his chin and he pulled away slightly to stare down at it. It was thin – Gwaine's hand could hold the base loosely in one hand – but it was made up with the size, long and unbelievably hard. He buried his face into the coarse hair and breathed in the musky smell. Merlin whimpered.
Arthur pulled back and flicked his tongue across the leaking head of Merlin's cock. The action caused even more pre-come to leak from the slit than before. Merlin sucked harder on Gwaine's finger. He took the head into his mouth, bobbed his head once, twice, and pulled back. The pre-come and spit glistened on the head in the light. Arthur blew on the head for a long while, causing Merlin to curse loudly, before he opened his mouth to take the muscle as far done his throat as he could manage. His lips brushed Gwaine's knuckles and the head bumped the back of his throat. He swallowed around the tip teasingly and pulled away slowly, tracing the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock with his tongue as he moved. A saliva trail was left from his lips to the wet cock. He wiped the spit away with the back of his hand.
"How does that feel Merlin?" Gwaine muttered darkly.
Merlin released a guttered noise. "…Good, hot…ah fuck…Arthur…please…"
"Please what?" Arthur teased.
"Fuck me…suck me…for God's Sake, do something! Anything! Both of you!"
"…I want to taste you first, is that okay?" Gwaine asked quietly. Before he had been propositioned, when Merlin was one of his many fantasies that were concocted by his brain to wank along with, he had wondered what he could taste like; what it would feel like to have the weight of his cock in his mouth and his come sliding down his throat. He had always felt embarrassed that he would want to know such a thing about his friend, never brought up that particular idea no matter how close he and Merlin were but now, he had the chance to answer the burning question. He could not just let it pass him by.
Beside, it was not as if Merlin was opposed to the idea. In fact, he groaned deeply, his eyes darkened, and he nodded quickly in response. Arthur arched an eyebrow at him – again with that damn knowing look, Gwaine thought mildly annoyed – and released Merlin to his friend's care.
Gwaine rolled Merlin onto his back, and moved swiftly to kneel between his legs. The man's cock had dropped, as if in defeat, onto Merlin's flat stomach, pre-come pooling in his belly button and his balls pulled up to his body in anticipation. Gwaine could feel his mouth water. Nervously, he licked his lips and glanced at Merlin's glassy eyed look one more time, before he lowered his mouth to take his head into his mouth. It was heavy, not comfortable; merely unusual – if he sucked the cock of one of his bed partners, they were usually much thicker but nowhere near as long – but he quickly got used to the feeling. He breathed in through his nose just before he moved his head downward, taking more of the man's pulsing erection into his mouth, pausing only when the head hit the back of his throat. He grazed his teeth along the base; wrapping his tongue along the heavy shaft. He managed to rub the leaking tip on the ridge just above his throat passage. Merlin moaned loudly and his hips jerked upwards. Gwaine spluttered for a moment, not prepared for the sudden movement, but placed his arm across Merlin's thin waist to prevent it from happening again. He sucked long and hard.
Merlin's back arched and he turned his pleading gaze onto Arthur, who was watching the men together with dark eyes, his hips rolling involuntarily. He reached out and pulled Arthur on top of him, his strong legs straddling his chest, his cock resting across his collarbone. Merlin hand's rose to grip his partner's hips tightly.
"I want…I…" he shuddered when Gwaine nipped at the skin on the underside of his cock, "I want you…to, ah…fuck Gwaine…while he – ah God – fucks me…" he used his grip on Arthur's hips to drag him closer, his cock sliding between Merlin's parted lips to his excited tongue that lapped eagerly at his come.
Arthur juddered forward, and gripped Merlin's shoulders tightly, his fingernails in bending in the skin. He let out a shaky breath and allowed Merlin to roll his hips forward, to control the movement of his cock passing those swollen lips.
"Gwaine…you to, ah…to fuck him you…prepare him! Fuck…lube in the, ah gods, bedside…" Arthur instructed pathetically, waving his hand vaguely in the direction of the table, his eyes totally focused on watching Merlin take control.
Gwaine released Merlin's cock with an obscene pop, letting it drop heavily onto his lower stomach, as he stood on shaky legs to receive the lubrication. He fumbled around in the drawer, distracted by the sound of slurping spit and Arthur's throaty moans of appreciation. When he finally managed to get a grip on the tube, he returned to his place and placed Merlin's legs over his shoulders, meaning his legs were parted wider leaving easy access to his rim. He stared at the muscle for a minute, watching it clench and loosen at random intervals, before he was able to move. He smeared a generous amount of the fluid onto his trembling hand, rubbing it between his fingers to warm it up slightly, before he gently and slowly pressed his forefinger past the rim.
It was tight and hot, burning even, and his finger slipped through easily, reminding him that Arthur would have been in the same position he was at this very moment. He shivered at the thought. Taking a breath, he moved the finger, swirling it around in a circle to stretch the area. He added another finger, scissoring the hole open - then a third and a fourth. Merlin clenched his muscles around the fingers and jutted out a broken moan around Arthur's cock.
Arthur groaned loudly, his hips snapping forward, forcing Merlin's lips apart. He mumbled an apology and let out a shuddered breath. "Please tell me you're, ah…nearly finished…can't – fuck – last much longer…"
Gwaine nodded furiously, the pressure of his cock against his stomach and his tightened balls suddenly too much to handle any longer, and added "uh, yes" when he realised Arthur could not see him with his back towards him. Arthur muttered something that sounded like "finally" and, in a swift movement, he had moved Merlin onto his hands and knees. Merlin buried his head in his pillows, inhaling Arthur's scent that had been imprinted into the fabric, and angled his hips upwards, presenting his arse to his friend.
Gwaine positioned himself easily, rising up on his knees. He rubbed the head of his cock against the winking hole, and paused before he could push in fully. Merlin made a noise of objection at the sudden lose of movement.
"Um, can I…?" he made a hand gesture towards his hard cock and his friend's entrance.
Arthur paused, thoughtfully. "Ah, I don't know…"
"Just fuck me already! I don't give a shit just for God's sake…" Merlin snapped, trailing off into a whimper of desperation. Gwaine took the statement as a clear green light and, after gently easing his head into the loosen rim, he trust forward forcefully, burying himself completely into the space. So tight; so hot; too much, too fast. He had to grit his teeth and breathe out heavily to stave off the orgasm that was threatening to overwhelm him. Merlin gapped soundlessly, pleasure swarming out over his features. Gwaine was thick, much thicker than he was used to. He felt so stretched - so full.
Arthur knelt behind Gwaine's trembling form, gripped his head and used it to force the man forward, bending over Merlin. They both gasped at the change of position. Arthur ran his finger along the cleave of his arse cheeks, circling the hole before pulling back with a surprised groan.
"You stretched yourself," he stated huskily.
Gwaine chuckled breathlessly. "Ah, yeah…I was hopeful…"
"Very hopeful, indeed," Arthur muttered moving to slip his thumb into the hole, testing how far it was stretched. His thumb slipped passed easily. He crouched downwards to appreciate the work, to see how much more needed to be done, and watched the sudden clenching of the delicate and private area. Teasingly, he pressed the flat of his tongue across the rim, pulling back and allowing the tip to flick across it. Gwaine groaned and dropped his head to rest between Merlin's shoulder blades.
"Fuck…" he cursed loudly, his hips buckling backwards instinctively making Merlin release a moan of surprise, "…Would you just hurry up and fuck me?"
Arthur grinned, amused, before straightening up onto his knees once more. He rubbed his head purposely across the stretched rim before, after what seemed to be an eternity for Gwaine, pushed in. He did not stop, until he was in to the hilt when he stopped, hissing under his breath and panting heavily as he struggled to regain control over his own body. He had to keep his body tense, rigid – which was difficult enough as if was without the persistent twitch of the skin around him.
Gwaine clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth. He'd had group sex before, it was not something amazingly new for him, but this was something much different. Maybe it was because it was with people he knew personal; maybe it was because it was just Merlin and Arthur. He did not know, but he found he did not care too much because of the intense pleasure he was currently feeling at being filled from both ends. Merlin mewled beneath him, too lost with desire to do much else, and he could hear the heavy, laboured breathing in his ear. His senses felt overwhelmed and he wanted desperately to move, but as the middle party in this particular situation, he had to wait for his top to start a rhythm.
Although he did thrust backwards, just a little, when he felt it was taking too long.
Arthur reached up to grasp his friend's thick hair and interlock his fingers with it, before he roughly pulled out and slammed back in. The force of the sudden movement caused Gwaine to jerk forward and unexpected into the unknowing bottom. Merlin's cry of surprise caught in this throat, just a sharp sound, and he rocked backwards. Gwaine bit down on the arch of his neck roughly. Grinning to himself, the blond began to pick up a strange, uncoordinated rhythm, using his grip on his friend's hair as an anchor. One minute it would be fast and rough, the next slow and sharp. It was not exactly what Merlin or Gwaine wanted but they had to admit, the changes kept them interested. It brought them close to orgasm and to a sudden stop, before leisurely bring them back to the point of no return or the process to begin again.
Say what you want about Arthur, but even Gwaine had to admit, he knew what he was doing.
Merlin was shaking from the whole experience, wanting nothing more than the release all the tension that was coiling and tightening in the pit of his stomach. He'd been on edge for too long and he did not have enough self-control to wait any longer. He sobbed against his pillow, the noise muffled, and he rubbed the head of his cock against the smooth, coldness of the silk sheets below. Once more, he felt the jolt of just pure want shoot through his body as the blunt head of Gwaine's cock pushed firmly and incessantly against his prostate, and he knew he was on his wit's end.
Arthur gave one more firm and straight jerk of his hips forward, nudging his prostate head on, and Gwaine mimicked the movements into the man below him. Merlin was the first to come apart. He let out a throaty cry, his body shaking vigorously, as he spurted across the sheets and his chest. His muscles clenched around Gwaine's erection, holding him in a tight vice-like grip. He groaned, the noise deep and husky, and climaxed as he continued to thrust, abet jerkily, into the tight channel. Arthur tightened his grip on Gwaine's hair and pulled on it roughly, jerking his head upward, and gave three short and sharp rolls of his hips, before he shuddered out his orgasm.
With a sense of sated relief and completely boneless, the three men collapsed on their shaky legs.