|bewarethesmirk (bewarethesmirk) wrote,|
@ 2010-04-09 04:09:00
|Entry tags:||category: slash, fandom: merlin, genre: pwp, length: ficlet/under 1k, pairing: merlin/arthur, rating: nc-17|
I've not written much lately, and I decided (since I can't sleep) to write a snippet of Merlin/Arthur porn. It's unbeta'd and likely needs work given I'm out of practice. Maybe someone will enjoy. :D
Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, NC-17. ~300 words.
Merlin pushes Arthur into his chambers and slams the door behind them. Arthur is pressed against the wall with Merlin's mouth on his neck and a hand over his breeches, grabbing at his cock.
Arthur laughs at Merlin's desperation, but it's more of a snort than a laugh, and more of a moan than anything. He knew Merlin had been watching him while drilling his knights, each more incompetent than the next. Merlin likes when he's ordering people about - just so long as it's not Merlin on the receiving end.
Merlin shoves his hand under Arthur's tunic and then under Arthur's waistband. The rough pads of Merlin's fingers catch against his skin; the scrape of fingernails over the flat of his abdomen makes him shiver.
His hands may be brilliant, yes, but Merlin is obviously too stupid to unfasten clothing properly. Arthur reaches for his breeches to do just that, to pull out his cock so Merlin can jerk him off in rough, quick strokes, but fuck, Merlin's hand catches hold of Arthur's and pins it to his belly. Merlin somehow gets hold of Arthur's cock, wraps his dainty girl-like fingers around it and squeezes. Arthur moans low in his throat. His cock is all hard and straining and aching. He tips his neck back, and Merlin licks a single line from the base of his throat to his jaw.
Merlin licks down to Arthur's collarbone. Wet and hot. His tongue. Arthur imagines it around his cock as he fucks into Merlin's fist, wanting to come right now, uncaring that he's still unclothed. Merlin's finger drags over the head of his cock, and that's it: heat blooms in Arthur's belly and he comes, losing himself into Merlin's hand, which is still stroking him lightly.
"It's your turn," Arthur says.
"Oh?" Merlin says innocently, not so effective since his hand is still stuffed into Arthur's breeches.