Where the fruit is
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blue_eyed_1987Title: Where the fruit is
Rating: NC-17
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summerpornathon challenge 4, First and Last times. The last time Merlin hides his magic during sex, and the first time he doesn't. Post season three. Spoilers for 2.13. This is the slightly expanded version
“Don't tease. Please, Arthur – you know I can't -” Merlin begs, fucking Arthur's hand and digging his fingers into Arthur's arms.
Arthur obliges, fisting Merlin harder, adding a twist at the end of the pull that he knows gets Merlin off quickly. He watches as Merlin curls in on himself and shudders through his orgasm. Merlin pants and opens his eyes – Arthur can just see the gold fade to blue – and smiles dopily.
Arthur hates that Merlin can't truly let go during sex – although the story of the first time he touched himself (and subsequent thunder in the middle of the day) – was hilarious and awe-inspiring in equal measures.
The crown is his now, and he's already set the way for lifting the ban on magic. He tucks Merlin close and vows that Merlin won't have to hide his magic during sec – or any other time – ever again.
~~~
The week after Arthur lifts the ban on magic once and for all is organised chaos. The creation of the title of Court Sorcerer and Merlin's subsequent appointment causes a few raised eyebrows but on learning Merlin is also the last Dragonlord (and wasn't that punch to the gut?) the dissenting voices soon shut up.
Arthur manages to escape for a day or two, and dragged Merlin with him.
“Not your manservant anymore!” Merlin said. He'd being saying that a lot over the past week.
“But I'm still your king, you should be falling over yourself to serve me.” Arthur ignores the snort.
They ride for an hour or so before they came to a clearing Arthur used to ride to to escape a little. Arthur flops onto the floor (in a kingly way, obviously), and Merlin unloads the food they had brought with them, grumbling.
Arthur smirks from his place on the floor and snags Merlin's legs on his way past, getting a hold on the flailing limbs as Merlin crumples on top of him.
Merlin splutters indignantly and tries to get up, and although his progress is hindered by Arthur, he still manages to get a knee to Arthur's stomach.
“Oof. Come here, you gangly oaf.” Arthur flips them over and straddles Merlin's waist. He grabs Merlin's wrists and pins them to the grass either side of Merlin's head.
“Get off me you arse!”
“I think not.”
“I could make you.” Merlin smirks up at him and a jolt goes through Arthur as he realises that Merlin could. He could do anything he wanted to Arthur without even moving. Arthur wouldn't stand a chance against him.
“You could.”
“I wouldn't use it against you, you know that, right? I wouldn't-”
Arthur silences Merlin's babble with a kiss.
“I know. Not unless I wanted you to, right?”
“Of course.” Merlin blinks. “Why- why would you want me to?”
“I can think of many reasons.” Arthur's head fills with dizzying images of just what Merlin's magic could be used to do. He pushes the thoughts to the back f his mind for later, and kisses Merlin again, pleased to see some of the tension leave his shoulders. Merlin arches up against Arthur, groaning softly. His tongue sweeps Arthur's bottom lip and Arthur opens his mouth eagerly, sucking on Merlin's tongue.
“I want you to do something for me” Arthur let up off Merlin's hands, tugging at his robes (he was starting to see issues with the robes he'd forced Merlin to wear).
“Anything.”
“Let go for me. I want to see.”
Merlin swallows. “I don't know, Arthur. I've never – I don't know what will happen.”
“I trust you. Please.”
Merlin nods once and pushes Arthur up and pulls off his robes.
“Stupid things Arthur, honestly.” And then Merlin was naked, all pale skin and long limbs. Arthur tugs off his own clothes, piling them on top of Merlin's.
Arthur pushes Merlin's down and kisses him fiercely, hands skimming Merlin's hipbone.
Arthur presses a kiss to the base of Merlin's erection, burying his nose into the coarse hair there. Merlin groans and hooks his legs over Arthur's shoulders. Arthur runs the flat of his tongue over the puckered ring of muscle. He circles the hole with the tip of his tongue, pleased when Merlin's thighs clench, trying to pull him closer. He runs a hand down one of Merlin's ridiculous legs, absently stroking a thumb along the underside of his knee.
Merlin starts to babble, filthy encouragement and begging falling from his mouth. Arthur smirks, before pushing his tongue hard against Merlin, trying to gain entrance. Merlin whines, hands scrabbling at the dirt.
Arthur pushes a thumb into Merlin, crooking it slightly. He gets distracted by how the ring on his thumb looks as it sits against Merlin's hot, wet skin. He runs his tongue along the line where the ring met Merlin's skin, enjoying the contrast in taste and texture. He shudders and takes a deep breath as Merlin grinds downwards, wordlessly begging for more.
“Fuck, fuck, Arthur. I'm going to.”
Arthur moves up and kisses Merlin deeply, swallowing the frantic sounds Merlin was making.
“Come on, for me Merlin.” He whispers. Merlin nods once.
Arthur wraps another hand around Merlin's erection and strokes. Merlin arches and comes, warmth splattering over Arthur's fingers.
His eyes are wide open, swirling gold and a sudden gust sweeps through the clearing. Plants sprout around them, bursting into colourful blooms. The air crackles and becomes thick.
Arthur pulls out of Merlin and leans down to kiss him. He watches as Merlin's eyes swirl back to blue and the air fades to normal.
Merlin cracks one eye open and looks around.
“Huh. Could've been worse?”
“Flowers, Merlin. And – strawberries?” Arthur scrambles to his feet and picks some. He hand feeds Merlin a couple, lapping up the juice that dribbles down his chin. “You're such a girl, Merlin."
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Written for the
summerpornathon challenge 4, First and Last times. The last time Merlin hides his magic during sex, and the first time he doesn't. Post season three. Spoilers for 2.13. This is the slightly expanded version“Don't tease. Please, Arthur – you know I can't -” Merlin begs, fucking Arthur's hand and digging his fingers into Arthur's arms.
Arthur obliges, fisting Merlin harder, adding a twist at the end of the pull that he knows gets Merlin off quickly. He watches as Merlin curls in on himself and shudders through his orgasm. Merlin pants and opens his eyes – Arthur can just see the gold fade to blue – and smiles dopily.
Arthur hates that Merlin can't truly let go during sex – although the story of the first time he touched himself (and subsequent thunder in the middle of the day) – was hilarious and awe-inspiring in equal measures.
The crown is his now, and he's already set the way for lifting the ban on magic. He tucks Merlin close and vows that Merlin won't have to hide his magic during sec – or any other time – ever again.
~~~
The week after Arthur lifts the ban on magic once and for all is organised chaos. The creation of the title of Court Sorcerer and Merlin's subsequent appointment causes a few raised eyebrows but on learning Merlin is also the last Dragonlord (and wasn't that punch to the gut?) the dissenting voices soon shut up.
Arthur manages to escape for a day or two, and dragged Merlin with him.
“Not your manservant anymore!” Merlin said. He'd being saying that a lot over the past week.
“But I'm still your king, you should be falling over yourself to serve me.” Arthur ignores the snort.
They ride for an hour or so before they came to a clearing Arthur used to ride to to escape a little. Arthur flops onto the floor (in a kingly way, obviously), and Merlin unloads the food they had brought with them, grumbling.
Arthur smirks from his place on the floor and snags Merlin's legs on his way past, getting a hold on the flailing limbs as Merlin crumples on top of him.
Merlin splutters indignantly and tries to get up, and although his progress is hindered by Arthur, he still manages to get a knee to Arthur's stomach.
“Oof. Come here, you gangly oaf.” Arthur flips them over and straddles Merlin's waist. He grabs Merlin's wrists and pins them to the grass either side of Merlin's head.
“Get off me you arse!”
“I think not.”
“I could make you.” Merlin smirks up at him and a jolt goes through Arthur as he realises that Merlin could. He could do anything he wanted to Arthur without even moving. Arthur wouldn't stand a chance against him.
“You could.”
“I wouldn't use it against you, you know that, right? I wouldn't-”
Arthur silences Merlin's babble with a kiss.
“I know. Not unless I wanted you to, right?”
“Of course.” Merlin blinks. “Why- why would you want me to?”
“I can think of many reasons.” Arthur's head fills with dizzying images of just what Merlin's magic could be used to do. He pushes the thoughts to the back f his mind for later, and kisses Merlin again, pleased to see some of the tension leave his shoulders. Merlin arches up against Arthur, groaning softly. His tongue sweeps Arthur's bottom lip and Arthur opens his mouth eagerly, sucking on Merlin's tongue.
“I want you to do something for me” Arthur let up off Merlin's hands, tugging at his robes (he was starting to see issues with the robes he'd forced Merlin to wear).
“Anything.”
“Let go for me. I want to see.”
Merlin swallows. “I don't know, Arthur. I've never – I don't know what will happen.”
“I trust you. Please.”
Merlin nods once and pushes Arthur up and pulls off his robes.
“Stupid things Arthur, honestly.” And then Merlin was naked, all pale skin and long limbs. Arthur tugs off his own clothes, piling them on top of Merlin's.
Arthur pushes Merlin's down and kisses him fiercely, hands skimming Merlin's hipbone.
Arthur presses a kiss to the base of Merlin's erection, burying his nose into the coarse hair there. Merlin groans and hooks his legs over Arthur's shoulders. Arthur runs the flat of his tongue over the puckered ring of muscle. He circles the hole with the tip of his tongue, pleased when Merlin's thighs clench, trying to pull him closer. He runs a hand down one of Merlin's ridiculous legs, absently stroking a thumb along the underside of his knee.
Merlin starts to babble, filthy encouragement and begging falling from his mouth. Arthur smirks, before pushing his tongue hard against Merlin, trying to gain entrance. Merlin whines, hands scrabbling at the dirt.
Arthur pushes a thumb into Merlin, crooking it slightly. He gets distracted by how the ring on his thumb looks as it sits against Merlin's hot, wet skin. He runs his tongue along the line where the ring met Merlin's skin, enjoying the contrast in taste and texture. He shudders and takes a deep breath as Merlin grinds downwards, wordlessly begging for more.
“Fuck, fuck, Arthur. I'm going to.”
Arthur moves up and kisses Merlin deeply, swallowing the frantic sounds Merlin was making.
“Come on, for me Merlin.” He whispers. Merlin nods once.
Arthur wraps another hand around Merlin's erection and strokes. Merlin arches and comes, warmth splattering over Arthur's fingers.
His eyes are wide open, swirling gold and a sudden gust sweeps through the clearing. Plants sprout around them, bursting into colourful blooms. The air crackles and becomes thick.
Arthur pulls out of Merlin and leans down to kiss him. He watches as Merlin's eyes swirl back to blue and the air fades to normal.
Merlin cracks one eye open and looks around.
“Huh. Could've been worse?”
“Flowers, Merlin. And – strawberries?” Arthur scrambles to his feet and picks some. He hand feeds Merlin a couple, lapping up the juice that dribbles down his chin. “You're such a girl, Merlin."
