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Merlin - Three
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Title: Three
Genre: Slash, Arthur/Merlin/Gwaine, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~ 1,000 words
Spoilers: Gwaine exists and the world is better for it, really.
Synopsis: Gwaine and Merlin put on a show. Arthur enjoys it thoroughly.
Author’s Notes: Er, I’m not sure how this came about but somehow I wrote 1K of plotless porn. Seriously, if you find a plot you are looking too hard.
Disclaimer: I do not own this interpretation of the myths and am making no profit from this.
Arthur is not surprised about the position he finds them in, not in the least. He does, however, wish they had waited long enough for him to arrive as he so loves to see the preparation.
Merlin is on his hands and knees atop the bed, nude save for two small strips of leather wound around his wrist – a sort of bracelet he so rarely removes and for which only the three of them know the meaning. Gwaine is behind him, already pressed deep, already making Merlin’s jaw go lax with pleasure and his eyes flutter as he fights to decide if he wants them open or closed.
This means that Arthur already missed the slow removal of clothing, the teasing touches that make them both hypersensitive to everything around them. He missed Gwaine pressing Merlin to the bed, peppering his face and neck with kisses or maybe little nips as he opens him up slowly, first with one finger, then two, and then finally three when Merlin begins to make the noises he always denies producing.
He’s making them now, little mewling things in time to the way he rocks backwards to try to seek the fill of more of Gwaine’s cock, to prevent it from sliding out of him completely. His fingers clutch at the crimson fabric of the bed covers, bunching and releasing them, and his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip right before he moans deeply to show that yeah, Gwaine found the spot he loves so much.
Gwaine shifts now though. He sits back on his haunches with a wink in Arthur’s direction, pulling Merlin with him so that his own weight forces him further down onto Gwaine’s cock, pushing him deeper just like he wants. It’s a display, a performance, all for Arthur’s benefit. Gwaine wraps his arms forward, hands bracketing Merlin’s shoulders and forcing his arms just a bit outward and backward, displaying the long lines of pale skin and the flushed red of Merlin’s dick for Arthur’s pleasure.
Arthur doesn’t realise he’s licking his lips until Gwaine smirks at him, pistons upward so that Merlin’s hips rock forward, Arthur’s favourite pastime bobbing teasingly in his direction.
It’s an invitation, and one that Arthur is not foolish enough to refuse. He strips quickly and approaches the bed without shame, far more than half hard already. He sucks a bruise onto Merlin’s exposed neck because he can and offers Gwaine a kiss filthy with promise. Gwaine responds with another thrust, this one making Merlin rub tantalisingly against Arthur, skin to skin, and he sees no point in waiting any longer.
He dips down and wraps his lips around the head of Merlin’s cock, tongue teasing the slit and then the slight ridge. He smiles when Merlin cries out and he wraps his hand around the base while he sinks down to swallow more.
Gwaine eases up on his thrusts, making only the slightest little jabs now, but it’s still enough to make Merlin move and Arthur relishes the slide of Merlin’s salty skin against his tongue. Gwaine lowers one hand to Merlin’s hip and Arthur’s not sure if he is guiding Merlin or holding him back. It would be easy enough to choke – Gwaine could press too hard and Merlin could thrust too deep – but he knows they won’t so he takes his time and sucks deep, hearing Gwaine’s moans echo Merlin’s and knows both of his lovers are watching him even as they seek their own pleasure.
Soon enough there is the slightest change to the moans, Merlin’s hips moving just a tiny bit more frantic and a tiny bit less controlled. He knows what this means, but does not want to give up the taste, the feeling of his lips stretched so wide and the heavy weight upon his tongue.
There’s a hand in his hair, pressing him slightly back in warning. He pulls off just for a moment, just long enough to whisper, “Do it,” and then he’s back, mouth full and taut and perfect.
Merlin mumbles something incoherent, and he feels Gwaine shift to force a hand between them just enough to cup Merlin’s balls, to rub them just right as Arthur continues to suck, and then Arthur’s mouth fills with salt and tang and his ears ring with Merlin’s shouts.
He draws it out as long as he dares, until Merlin is far too sensitive and the press against his forehead far too persistent to ignore. He backs off reluctantly, licks his lips as he watches Merlin’s now spent dick bob three more times as Gwaine pushs deep and finds his own release.
He reaches for his own cock, his own need too great to ignore now, but finds his hand slapped away at the lightest of touches. “Oh, no you don’t,” Gwaine growls, and then Arthur finds himself flat on his back on the bed, either from one very determined knight or one very sated warlock. Hands are on him, more than two, and he presses up into the touch, reeling in the sensations. Warm and wet closes around his cock and he feels a finger tease his entrance and another flick across his left nipple and then he’s gone, well and truly gone as he lets himself go with what he is later told is quite the roar.
He lays boneless for a moment before Merlin sidles up beside him, ignoring of his own mess when he throws first an arm and then a leg over Arthur to hold him in place and nuzzles his jaw with the tip of his nose. Gwaine is next, pushing and pulling and positioning them both so that all three will actually fit on the bed together.
A blanket is thrown over them and he is warm and content and satiated and his mind drifts to the endless possibilities that lay before them, and how he wants to claim them all.
Feedback is always welcomed.
Title: Three
Genre: Slash, Arthur/Merlin/Gwaine, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~ 1,000 words
Spoilers: Gwaine exists and the world is better for it, really.
Synopsis: Gwaine and Merlin put on a show. Arthur enjoys it thoroughly.
Author’s Notes: Er, I’m not sure how this came about but somehow I wrote 1K of plotless porn. Seriously, if you find a plot you are looking too hard.
Disclaimer: I do not own this interpretation of the myths and am making no profit from this.
Arthur is not surprised about the position he finds them in, not in the least. He does, however, wish they had waited long enough for him to arrive as he so loves to see the preparation.
Merlin is on his hands and knees atop the bed, nude save for two small strips of leather wound around his wrist – a sort of bracelet he so rarely removes and for which only the three of them know the meaning. Gwaine is behind him, already pressed deep, already making Merlin’s jaw go lax with pleasure and his eyes flutter as he fights to decide if he wants them open or closed.
This means that Arthur already missed the slow removal of clothing, the teasing touches that make them both hypersensitive to everything around them. He missed Gwaine pressing Merlin to the bed, peppering his face and neck with kisses or maybe little nips as he opens him up slowly, first with one finger, then two, and then finally three when Merlin begins to make the noises he always denies producing.
He’s making them now, little mewling things in time to the way he rocks backwards to try to seek the fill of more of Gwaine’s cock, to prevent it from sliding out of him completely. His fingers clutch at the crimson fabric of the bed covers, bunching and releasing them, and his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip right before he moans deeply to show that yeah, Gwaine found the spot he loves so much.
Gwaine shifts now though. He sits back on his haunches with a wink in Arthur’s direction, pulling Merlin with him so that his own weight forces him further down onto Gwaine’s cock, pushing him deeper just like he wants. It’s a display, a performance, all for Arthur’s benefit. Gwaine wraps his arms forward, hands bracketing Merlin’s shoulders and forcing his arms just a bit outward and backward, displaying the long lines of pale skin and the flushed red of Merlin’s dick for Arthur’s pleasure.
Arthur doesn’t realise he’s licking his lips until Gwaine smirks at him, pistons upward so that Merlin’s hips rock forward, Arthur’s favourite pastime bobbing teasingly in his direction.
It’s an invitation, and one that Arthur is not foolish enough to refuse. He strips quickly and approaches the bed without shame, far more than half hard already. He sucks a bruise onto Merlin’s exposed neck because he can and offers Gwaine a kiss filthy with promise. Gwaine responds with another thrust, this one making Merlin rub tantalisingly against Arthur, skin to skin, and he sees no point in waiting any longer.
He dips down and wraps his lips around the head of Merlin’s cock, tongue teasing the slit and then the slight ridge. He smiles when Merlin cries out and he wraps his hand around the base while he sinks down to swallow more.
Gwaine eases up on his thrusts, making only the slightest little jabs now, but it’s still enough to make Merlin move and Arthur relishes the slide of Merlin’s salty skin against his tongue. Gwaine lowers one hand to Merlin’s hip and Arthur’s not sure if he is guiding Merlin or holding him back. It would be easy enough to choke – Gwaine could press too hard and Merlin could thrust too deep – but he knows they won’t so he takes his time and sucks deep, hearing Gwaine’s moans echo Merlin’s and knows both of his lovers are watching him even as they seek their own pleasure.
Soon enough there is the slightest change to the moans, Merlin’s hips moving just a tiny bit more frantic and a tiny bit less controlled. He knows what this means, but does not want to give up the taste, the feeling of his lips stretched so wide and the heavy weight upon his tongue.
There’s a hand in his hair, pressing him slightly back in warning. He pulls off just for a moment, just long enough to whisper, “Do it,” and then he’s back, mouth full and taut and perfect.
Merlin mumbles something incoherent, and he feels Gwaine shift to force a hand between them just enough to cup Merlin’s balls, to rub them just right as Arthur continues to suck, and then Arthur’s mouth fills with salt and tang and his ears ring with Merlin’s shouts.
He draws it out as long as he dares, until Merlin is far too sensitive and the press against his forehead far too persistent to ignore. He backs off reluctantly, licks his lips as he watches Merlin’s now spent dick bob three more times as Gwaine pushs deep and finds his own release.
He reaches for his own cock, his own need too great to ignore now, but finds his hand slapped away at the lightest of touches. “Oh, no you don’t,” Gwaine growls, and then Arthur finds himself flat on his back on the bed, either from one very determined knight or one very sated warlock. Hands are on him, more than two, and he presses up into the touch, reeling in the sensations. Warm and wet closes around his cock and he feels a finger tease his entrance and another flick across his left nipple and then he’s gone, well and truly gone as he lets himself go with what he is later told is quite the roar.
He lays boneless for a moment before Merlin sidles up beside him, ignoring of his own mess when he throws first an arm and then a leg over Arthur to hold him in place and nuzzles his jaw with the tip of his nose. Gwaine is next, pushing and pulling and positioning them both so that all three will actually fit on the bed together.
A blanket is thrown over them and he is warm and content and satiated and his mind drifts to the endless possibilities that lay before them, and how he wants to claim them all.
Feedback is always welcomed.
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Um, it's kinda my favourite threesome scenario *drools* so that hit ALL my kinks and um, yeah. *dazed*
1k of straight up porn, and it was indeed awesome. Eeeee.
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