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Merlin - Reciprocation
Title: Reciprocation
Genre: Slash, Arthur/Merlin
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~920 words of porn
Spoilers: None
Synopsis: Every gift deserves proper reciprocation.
Author’s Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
emeraldteal who was having a less than awesome week. Seriously, the things you get me to do, sweetie. You got me to write something above R. *g*
Disclaimer: I do not own this interpretation of the myths and am making no profit from this.
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Merlin threw his head back as he gasped for air, likely would have hit it against something had there been anything solid behind him. He found it cupped by Arthur’s hands instead, urging him forward, tongue lapping at his lower lip until sweeping through his mouth once more.
Arthur finally pulled back, blue eyes not much more than a slim ring around the dark black of his pupils. “I never...” he breathed, the action ghosting across Merlin’s skin.
Merlin was still trying to find the words, found speech left him all together when Arthur sank to his knees before him, dragging down trousers Merlin never even noticed being unlaced. He did not have time to be embarrassed, his need pressing forward, proud and true of its own accord.
Arthur’s warm hands slid up to his waist, then back down to his hips, thumbs rubbing soft circles on the tender skin of the hollows. He breathed, long and ragged, hot air teasing and tempting against Merlin. He rubbed his cheek against Merlin’s cock, first the left side, then the right, nose near buried in Merlin’s dark hair.
He looked up, and Merlin tried to ignore the tiny glistening trail across his stubble as Arthur whispered, “Do you have any idea how long I have waited for this?”
Merlin was not certain if he was supposed to respond, or how, but any coherent thought was driven from his mind as Arthur’s tongue darted out and traced the ridge of his cock. A hungry moan was the only warning he received before Arthur engulfed him, lips stretched wide and obscene, tongue stroking even as he sucked the pleasure from him.
Merlin stumbled for balance, reached back and found the top of the chair and gripped on for all he was worth. It was further back than he thought it was and his back arched slightly to allow him to reach. The action inadvertently pushed himself deeper into Arthur’s mouth and he tried to pull back in apology, but found the strong hands still gripping onto his hips held him in place, Arthur making a rumbling noise deep in his throat that vibrated through to the cock he was working so thoroughly.
Merlin could feel the pleasure coil deep within, tendrils spreading outward until every nerve lit with fire. He force himself to breathe, to try to warn Arthur, “I’m going to...”
Arthur near rolled his eyes with a look that told Merlin that was rather the point of this whole endeavor, but the prattishness was countered by the hands that slipped down slightly, thumbs gently sweeping against the underside of Merlin’s balls. That was his undoing; the soft touch and expression of bliss about Arthur’s face sent Merlin over the edge and his pleasure pulsed out of him in long streams that Arthur greedily sucked down.
Slowly, almost reluctantly, Arthur let him go, let him slip from his mouth only to lick at any drops that might have dared to escape. Merlin found his legs would no longer support himself and he sank to his knees at Arthur’s side, the sharp coldness of the stone floor nearly shocking enough to miss Arthur’s whispered, “Thank you.”
Merlin was fairly certain his wits were not about him yet, but he was also fairly certain it was not he who should be accepting the gratitude. “I think that’s my line,” he murmured between still trying to gasp for breath.
Arthur looked at him curiously, hands finally drawing back from where they still cupped Merlin’s hips. Merlin stopped them, gripped them in his own for a moment as he tried to squeeze all the words that wouldn’t come into simple touch instead.
“I...” Arthur started, but Merlin shook his head and tried to kiss away the doubt he heard in that single word, tasted himself against something undeniably Arthur against his tongue.
He let go only to reach forward, intent on returning the gift given to him. He looked up in surprise when his hands encountered a warm damp mess of fabric instead.
Arthur blushed and tried to look away. “Did I mention how long I have been wanting to do that?” he asked with a hung head.
Merlin smiled and helped him to his feet, undid the laces and pushed the ruined fabric to the floor even as his kicked off his own trousers. He led Arthur to the bed where he kissed him again in between shedding their shirts before pressing him back against the fine fabric of the sheets and blankets.
Arthur propped himself up on his elbows to see what Merlin was up to when he did not immediately lay down next to him, but instead scooted lower and looked up at him in what he hoped was a coy way. He licked a strip against Arthur’s soft flesh, felt it twitch against his tongue as his mouth exploded with the tang of salt and skin and what he knew had to be Arthur’s essence smeared against him from the damp fabric.
“Too sensitive?” he asked at Arthur’s hitched breath.
“Feels good,” Arthur admitted. “I just didn’t think...”
Merlin cut him off with another lick. “Don’t think,” he chided. He rubbed his cheek against Arthur’s thigh and said, “Don’t doubt and don’t question. I’m right here with you, all the way.”
“Always?” Arthur asked. He tried for smug or arrogant, but Merlin heard that thread of doubt in his tone.
“Always,” Merlin confirmed with a smile before setting himself to the very important task of rightful reciprocation.
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Feedback is always welcomed.
Genre: Slash, Arthur/Merlin
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~920 words of porn
Spoilers: None
Synopsis: Every gift deserves proper reciprocation.
Author’s Notes: For
emeraldteal who was having a less than awesome week. Seriously, the things you get me to do, sweetie. You got me to write something above R. *g*Disclaimer: I do not own this interpretation of the myths and am making no profit from this.
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Merlin threw his head back as he gasped for air, likely would have hit it against something had there been anything solid behind him. He found it cupped by Arthur’s hands instead, urging him forward, tongue lapping at his lower lip until sweeping through his mouth once more.
Arthur finally pulled back, blue eyes not much more than a slim ring around the dark black of his pupils. “I never...” he breathed, the action ghosting across Merlin’s skin.
Merlin was still trying to find the words, found speech left him all together when Arthur sank to his knees before him, dragging down trousers Merlin never even noticed being unlaced. He did not have time to be embarrassed, his need pressing forward, proud and true of its own accord.
Arthur’s warm hands slid up to his waist, then back down to his hips, thumbs rubbing soft circles on the tender skin of the hollows. He breathed, long and ragged, hot air teasing and tempting against Merlin. He rubbed his cheek against Merlin’s cock, first the left side, then the right, nose near buried in Merlin’s dark hair.
He looked up, and Merlin tried to ignore the tiny glistening trail across his stubble as Arthur whispered, “Do you have any idea how long I have waited for this?”
Merlin was not certain if he was supposed to respond, or how, but any coherent thought was driven from his mind as Arthur’s tongue darted out and traced the ridge of his cock. A hungry moan was the only warning he received before Arthur engulfed him, lips stretched wide and obscene, tongue stroking even as he sucked the pleasure from him.
Merlin stumbled for balance, reached back and found the top of the chair and gripped on for all he was worth. It was further back than he thought it was and his back arched slightly to allow him to reach. The action inadvertently pushed himself deeper into Arthur’s mouth and he tried to pull back in apology, but found the strong hands still gripping onto his hips held him in place, Arthur making a rumbling noise deep in his throat that vibrated through to the cock he was working so thoroughly.
Merlin could feel the pleasure coil deep within, tendrils spreading outward until every nerve lit with fire. He force himself to breathe, to try to warn Arthur, “I’m going to...”
Arthur near rolled his eyes with a look that told Merlin that was rather the point of this whole endeavor, but the prattishness was countered by the hands that slipped down slightly, thumbs gently sweeping against the underside of Merlin’s balls. That was his undoing; the soft touch and expression of bliss about Arthur’s face sent Merlin over the edge and his pleasure pulsed out of him in long streams that Arthur greedily sucked down.
Slowly, almost reluctantly, Arthur let him go, let him slip from his mouth only to lick at any drops that might have dared to escape. Merlin found his legs would no longer support himself and he sank to his knees at Arthur’s side, the sharp coldness of the stone floor nearly shocking enough to miss Arthur’s whispered, “Thank you.”
Merlin was fairly certain his wits were not about him yet, but he was also fairly certain it was not he who should be accepting the gratitude. “I think that’s my line,” he murmured between still trying to gasp for breath.
Arthur looked at him curiously, hands finally drawing back from where they still cupped Merlin’s hips. Merlin stopped them, gripped them in his own for a moment as he tried to squeeze all the words that wouldn’t come into simple touch instead.
“I...” Arthur started, but Merlin shook his head and tried to kiss away the doubt he heard in that single word, tasted himself against something undeniably Arthur against his tongue.
He let go only to reach forward, intent on returning the gift given to him. He looked up in surprise when his hands encountered a warm damp mess of fabric instead.
Arthur blushed and tried to look away. “Did I mention how long I have been wanting to do that?” he asked with a hung head.
Merlin smiled and helped him to his feet, undid the laces and pushed the ruined fabric to the floor even as his kicked off his own trousers. He led Arthur to the bed where he kissed him again in between shedding their shirts before pressing him back against the fine fabric of the sheets and blankets.
Arthur propped himself up on his elbows to see what Merlin was up to when he did not immediately lay down next to him, but instead scooted lower and looked up at him in what he hoped was a coy way. He licked a strip against Arthur’s soft flesh, felt it twitch against his tongue as his mouth exploded with the tang of salt and skin and what he knew had to be Arthur’s essence smeared against him from the damp fabric.
“Too sensitive?” he asked at Arthur’s hitched breath.
“Feels good,” Arthur admitted. “I just didn’t think...”
Merlin cut him off with another lick. “Don’t think,” he chided. He rubbed his cheek against Arthur’s thigh and said, “Don’t doubt and don’t question. I’m right here with you, all the way.”
“Always?” Arthur asked. He tried for smug or arrogant, but Merlin heard that thread of doubt in his tone.
“Always,” Merlin confirmed with a smile before setting himself to the very important task of rightful reciprocation.
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