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blue_eyed_1987) wrote2011-06-25 09:15 pm
blue_eyed_1987) wrote2011-06-25 09:15 pm
Entry tags:
The Challenge
Title: The Challenge
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's Arthur's birthday. Merlin has a present for him. Arthur has a challenge for Merlin
A/N: Written for the Summer Pornathon challenge: Sex Toys
Arthur glares at his mobile as it's shrill ringing breaks his concentration.
“Hello.” He manages not to bark.
“Hi,” It's Merlin, but he sounds...odd. Almost out of breath?
“Merlin?”
“Arthur,” Merlin almost groans, and Arthur can feel a flush creeping up his neck. “you're working late?”
“I have a report I need to finish. Merlin, what are you doing.”
“But it's your birthday. I got you a present, but as you're not here, I decided to -” he gasps “-test it out for you. S'good.”
Merlin groans loudly, and Arthur swallows hard.
“What-Merlin.”
“Prostate massager. I got bored waiting for you.”
“Oh, god, Merlin.” Merlin's panting, letting out little 'ah' sounds, and Arthur can hear the rustling on the bedclothes.
The image of Merlin on his bed naked, writhing on a toy springs fully formed into his mind. He grinds his hand down on his dick which is starting to take an interest.
“You should – oh fuck – come home. Really quickly.” Arthur's shutting down his computer before Merlin's finished speaking.
“I'm on my way. Don't you dare come without me, Merlin.”
“Oh, a challenge?”
“Yes.” Arthur answers, a smirk forming as a brilliant idea crosses his mind. “You're not allowed to come until I get home – until I've got my hands on you. But you're not allowed to stop either.”
“Arthur, fuck, Arthur. I can't, too close.”
“I'm sure you'll find a way to keep yourself under control, Merlin. For me.” Arthur takes a deep breath, and rearranges himself so he can walk through his office without embarrassing himself.
Merlin groans again, “'kay, Arthur. Just hurry.”
“I'm going to hang up now, 20 minutes tops.”
“Nnng. Fuck, yes, hurry.”
Arthur huffs a laugh and hangs up, walking as quickly as possible without looking like he's in a hurry.
--
Arthur slams the door shut behind him and starts pulling off his jacket as he walks to the bedroom, not caring where he drops it. He stops at the bedroom door and he can feel his jaw drop.
Merlin looks wrecked. He's flushed from his hairline to his collarbone, lips red and swollen where's he's bitten them. The long fingers of one hand are teasing a nipple, and he's arching into it.
Arthur whimpers as his eyes take in the leaking cock and tight balls. Merlin's other hand is slick with lube and wrapped around the black, shiny plastic toy. He's barely moving it, the writing of his body apparently providing more than enough stimulation.
“Oh fuck,” His voice quavers in a way that would be embarrassing if he had the capacity to care at the moment.
“Arthur,” Merlin whines, and he looks at him, blue eyes blown wide. It galvanises Arthur into action, removing the last of his clothes.
Arthur clambers onto the bed, unsure where to touch first. He rubs his thumb over Merlin's full bottom lip. Merlin moans and opens his mouth, sucking on Arthur's thumb.
Arthur groans and covers Merlin's hand – the hand wrapped around the toy – with his own, tracing the rim of his stretched hole with a finger.
“Merlin, Merlin.” Arthur breathes, helping him to gently pull the toy out. The wet noise of the toy slipping out of Merlin's body shouldn't make Arthur's cock throb, but it does and it takes all his willpower not to slam into Merlin's body.
“Go for it,” Merlin pants, hiking his legs up. Arthur shudders and lines himself up, pushing in slowly. He knows he's not going to last – his orgasm's been sitting in the pit of his stomach since he hung up the phone back in his office – so he curls his fingers around Merlin's cock.
He gets one thrust in and Merlin arches and shouts out, coming all over Arthur's hand. His body clamps around Arthur's dick and he comes so hard he goes dizzy.
Arthur manages to aim so he collapses next to Merlin rather than on top of him.
“So,” Merlin pants “great birthday present, or greatest ever birthday present?”
“Dunno, I don't think I've experienced it fully yet. Give me half hour or so.”
“Half hour? Some people have no stamina.” Merlin tuts. “Give me twenty minutes.”
“You're on.”
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's Arthur's birthday. Merlin has a present for him. Arthur has a challenge for Merlin
A/N: Written for the Summer Pornathon challenge: Sex Toys
Arthur glares at his mobile as it's shrill ringing breaks his concentration.
“Hello.” He manages not to bark.
“Hi,” It's Merlin, but he sounds...odd. Almost out of breath?
“Merlin?”
“Arthur,” Merlin almost groans, and Arthur can feel a flush creeping up his neck. “you're working late?”
“I have a report I need to finish. Merlin, what are you doing.”
“But it's your birthday. I got you a present, but as you're not here, I decided to -” he gasps “-test it out for you. S'good.”
Merlin groans loudly, and Arthur swallows hard.
“What-Merlin.”
“Prostate massager. I got bored waiting for you.”
“Oh, god, Merlin.” Merlin's panting, letting out little 'ah' sounds, and Arthur can hear the rustling on the bedclothes.
The image of Merlin on his bed naked, writhing on a toy springs fully formed into his mind. He grinds his hand down on his dick which is starting to take an interest.
“You should – oh fuck – come home. Really quickly.” Arthur's shutting down his computer before Merlin's finished speaking.
“I'm on my way. Don't you dare come without me, Merlin.”
“Oh, a challenge?”
“Yes.” Arthur answers, a smirk forming as a brilliant idea crosses his mind. “You're not allowed to come until I get home – until I've got my hands on you. But you're not allowed to stop either.”
“Arthur, fuck, Arthur. I can't, too close.”
“I'm sure you'll find a way to keep yourself under control, Merlin. For me.” Arthur takes a deep breath, and rearranges himself so he can walk through his office without embarrassing himself.
Merlin groans again, “'kay, Arthur. Just hurry.”
“I'm going to hang up now, 20 minutes tops.”
“Nnng. Fuck, yes, hurry.”
Arthur huffs a laugh and hangs up, walking as quickly as possible without looking like he's in a hurry.
--
Arthur slams the door shut behind him and starts pulling off his jacket as he walks to the bedroom, not caring where he drops it. He stops at the bedroom door and he can feel his jaw drop.
Merlin looks wrecked. He's flushed from his hairline to his collarbone, lips red and swollen where's he's bitten them. The long fingers of one hand are teasing a nipple, and he's arching into it.
Arthur whimpers as his eyes take in the leaking cock and tight balls. Merlin's other hand is slick with lube and wrapped around the black, shiny plastic toy. He's barely moving it, the writing of his body apparently providing more than enough stimulation.
“Oh fuck,” His voice quavers in a way that would be embarrassing if he had the capacity to care at the moment.
“Arthur,” Merlin whines, and he looks at him, blue eyes blown wide. It galvanises Arthur into action, removing the last of his clothes.
Arthur clambers onto the bed, unsure where to touch first. He rubs his thumb over Merlin's full bottom lip. Merlin moans and opens his mouth, sucking on Arthur's thumb.
Arthur groans and covers Merlin's hand – the hand wrapped around the toy – with his own, tracing the rim of his stretched hole with a finger.
“Merlin, Merlin.” Arthur breathes, helping him to gently pull the toy out. The wet noise of the toy slipping out of Merlin's body shouldn't make Arthur's cock throb, but it does and it takes all his willpower not to slam into Merlin's body.
“Go for it,” Merlin pants, hiking his legs up. Arthur shudders and lines himself up, pushing in slowly. He knows he's not going to last – his orgasm's been sitting in the pit of his stomach since he hung up the phone back in his office – so he curls his fingers around Merlin's cock.
He gets one thrust in and Merlin arches and shouts out, coming all over Arthur's hand. His body clamps around Arthur's dick and he comes so hard he goes dizzy.
Arthur manages to aim so he collapses next to Merlin rather than on top of him.
“So,” Merlin pants “great birthday present, or greatest ever birthday present?”
“Dunno, I don't think I've experienced it fully yet. Give me half hour or so.”
“Half hour? Some people have no stamina.” Merlin tuts. “Give me twenty minutes.”
“You're on.”