This turned out a bit more bittersweet than I planned.
Merlin lowers his basket and starts picking at the small patch of medicinal herbs, losing himself in the feelings of leaves under his fingers, the smells that always said home.
“Merlin.”
“Sire,” Merlin paused, looking up. “do you require anything?”
Arthur cups Merlin’s face, thumb following his cheekbone. Merlin swallows.
“We’ll be seen,” It’s not what he wants to say, he wants to say yes, anything, but he knows he should offer this piece of advice, a way out for his king.
Arthur pauses, sighs. He pulls Merlin up by his shoulders and moves him into a corner. The royal gardens are starting to lose their colours, turning from a celebration of life into mourning, before the cycle of life starts again. The smell of the remaining flowers is sweet, mixing with the sickly scent of rotting petals at their feet.
Merlin kneels and Arthur moves to shield him. If anyone looks they’ll see a king surveying his land. It’s been so long since they had done this, stowing away in nooks and crannies around the castle and it’s grounds, usually muffling their giggles in each other’s mouths.
Merlin runs his hands up Arthur’s thighs, trying to gauge his mood. when there’s no response ho mouths at Arthur through his trousers, feeling him stir. His mouth waters at the thought of having Arthur against his tongue.
He opens Arthur’s trousers and pulls Arthur’s cock out, fully hard now. Merlin laps at the end, tongue teasing the slit, heart skipping a beat when Arthur gasps. He takes Arthur into his mouth, moaning softly at the taste, warm and slightly salty. He feels clumsy, out of practice as he lowers his head, suckling gently.
Merlin moves his head up, tongue teasing at the head, lapping up the bitter liquid beading there. Arthur moves a hand to the back of his neck, not pushing just holding. Merlin’s hands grasp at Arthur’s legs. His jaw is starting to lock but he’s determined to have this, to have Arthur come apart in his mouth. He moans again and moves as low as he can go, almost down the back of his throat. Merlin scrapes his teeth gently under the head of Arthur’s dick as he moves back, and he makes a sound in response, half bitten off, maybe a word. Merlin’s cock throbs, and he moves a hand to fist Arthur’s dick, wanting him to come. Arthur’s thighs start to tremble. Arthur’s fingers curl painfully into Merlin’s hair and all he can think is more.
Arthur grunts as he spills himself and Merlin swallows, pulling back to lap at the head, cleaning Arthur gently. He does this until Arthur pushes at his shoulders. Merlin watches as Arthur drops unsteadily to his knees.
He hesitantly reaches for Merlin’s trousers and cups his erection. Merlin shudders, fumbling at the opening. Arthur pushes Merlin’s hand out of the way and shoves his own into the opening. He manages exactly one stroke and Merlin keens, pulsing over his fingers.
He says Merlin’s name, low and unsteady and reaches out a hand to cup Merlin’s face again.
Re: Merlin - Merlin/Arthur prompt
Merlin lowers his basket and starts picking at the small patch of medicinal herbs, losing himself in the feelings of leaves under his fingers, the smells that always said home.
“Merlin.”
“Sire,” Merlin paused, looking up. “do you require anything?”
Arthur cups Merlin’s face, thumb following his cheekbone. Merlin swallows.
“We’ll be seen,” It’s not what he wants to say, he wants to say yes, anything, but he knows he should offer this piece of advice, a way out for his king.
Arthur pauses, sighs. He pulls Merlin up by his shoulders and moves him into a corner. The royal gardens are starting to lose their colours, turning from a celebration of life into mourning, before the cycle of life starts again. The smell of the remaining flowers is sweet, mixing with the sickly scent of rotting petals at their feet.
Merlin kneels and Arthur moves to shield him. If anyone looks they’ll see a king surveying his land. It’s been so long since they had done this, stowing away in nooks and crannies around the castle and it’s grounds, usually muffling their giggles in each other’s mouths.
Merlin runs his hands up Arthur’s thighs, trying to gauge his mood. when there’s no response ho mouths at Arthur through his trousers, feeling him stir. His mouth waters at the thought of having Arthur against his tongue.
He opens Arthur’s trousers and pulls Arthur’s cock out, fully hard now. Merlin laps at the end, tongue teasing the slit, heart skipping a beat when Arthur gasps. He takes Arthur into his mouth, moaning softly at the taste, warm and slightly salty. He feels clumsy, out of practice as he lowers his head, suckling gently.
Merlin moves his head up, tongue teasing at the head, lapping up the bitter liquid beading there. Arthur moves a hand to the back of his neck, not pushing just holding. Merlin’s hands grasp at Arthur’s legs. His jaw is starting to lock but he’s determined to have this, to have Arthur come apart in his mouth. He moans again and moves as low as he can go, almost down the back of his throat. Merlin scrapes his teeth gently under the head of Arthur’s dick as he moves back, and he makes a sound in response, half bitten off, maybe a word.
Merlin’s cock throbs, and he moves a hand to fist Arthur’s dick, wanting him to come. Arthur’s thighs start to tremble. Arthur’s fingers curl painfully into Merlin’s hair and all he can think is more.
Arthur grunts as he spills himself and Merlin swallows, pulling back to lap at the head, cleaning Arthur gently. He does this until Arthur pushes at his shoulders. Merlin watches as Arthur drops unsteadily to his knees.
He hesitantly reaches for Merlin’s trousers and cups his erection. Merlin shudders, fumbling at the opening. Arthur pushes Merlin’s hand out of the way and shoves his own into the opening. He manages exactly one stroke and Merlin keens, pulsing over his fingers.
He says Merlin’s name, low and unsteady and reaches out a hand to cup Merlin’s face again.