GOOD PORNING, EVERYONE!
Sep. 26th, 2010 12:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dysonrulesWell, it's afternoon here now, but whatever. HAHA It still applies. I've been trying to write this beautiful, sweet love scene all bloody weekend and apparently the suppression of the OMG FILTHY HOT PORN gene was taking its toll and it sort of exploded all over the page.
So, um, have 700 words of pure porn, okay? It's Merlin/Arthur.
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“Kiss my arse!” Merlin snarled, fed up with Arthur’s superior attitude and condescending bloody comments. He had worked all afternoon cleaning His Royal Pratness’ rooms only to have him sodding come in and complain about his bloody boots not being shiny enough.
Unfortunately, Arthur seemed to be in just as wretched a mood as Merlin and the comment caused his blue eyes to narrow dangerously. Merlin had only an instant to regret his words.
“I think I will,” Arthur growled. He reached out and curled a fist in Merlin’s tunic before jerking his arm sharply and propelling Merlin toward the bed.
Merlin’s mind whirled as he stumbled and caught himself with his hands, sprawling half across the coverlet he had straightened just that morning. “What are you—?”
Arthur shoved Merlin’s tunic up and then he felt hands tearing at his breeches, yanking them free of his belt without bothering to unfasten the buckle. Merlin yelped in protest and squirmed, but an arm came down over his lower back and locked him in place.
“You asked for this, remember?” Arthur said roughly.
Merlin gasped as his undergarments were yanked down, exposing his bare arse. He struggled in earnest, but froze when he felt Arthur’s hot breath and warm mouth touch his arse cheek. “Oh my god,” he whispered.
Arthur’s lips moved over Merlin’s arse, leaving a trail of heat that exploded through Merlin’s entire body. He gasped with every kiss and started to wriggle for a different reason as his cock hardened and pressed into the soft coverlet.
Why are you doing this? he wanted to demand, but he was afraid it might cause Arthur to stop, and when his tongue flicked out and peppered Merlin’s arse with gentle licks, Merlin definitely did not want it to stop.
Arthur’s mouth reached the juncture of Merlin’s arse crack and licked the soft flesh there, causing Merlin to buck against the bed. An involuntary moan tore from his throat and his hands clenched against the bedcovers.
Arthur chuckled wickedly, but the pressure on Merlin’s back departed. Merlin could have (possibly) escaped, except that Arthur’s hands cupped his arse cheeks and squeezed for a moment before moving them apart, exposing Merlin completely to Arthur’s gaze.
Merlin dropped his head with a groan of mortification, a sound that turned into a strangled gasp when he felt Arthur’s tongue slide over the soft flesh between his testicles and his arsehole.
“Oh god. Oh god, oh god,” Merlin chanted, voice completely muffled. His cock twitched uncontrollably as Arthur licked the area completely… and then—
Merlin jerked as Arthur’s tongue brushed over his arsehole. It was only a light touch, but the sensation was extraordinary. His whole body quivered and struggled to breathe even as he unconsciously lifted his hips, seeking more.
“Like that, do you?” Arthur’s voice was thick and heady. He licked the same spot again, harder this time, and Merlin felt warm wetness against his abdomen as his cock spurted precome, likely ruining the expensive coverlet. He didn’t care, he just wanted more. “Tell me you like it, Merlin.”
Merlin lifted his head and took a much-needed breath of fresh air. Arthur’s hands moved, spreading him even wider. “Yes,” Merlin said in a choked voice, using all his willpower not to buck his hips with a needy moan. “Yes, I like it.”
“Tell me to fuck you with my tongue, Merlin.”
Heat exploded through Merlin’s body. The words were both humiliating and extraordinarily erotic. “Fuck me with your tongue,” he said hoarsely, shivering and clutching at the fabric.
Arthur did. His tongue moved over and around Merlin’s arsehole, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure thrumming through his body, and then Arthur’s tongue stabbed through the tight ring. Merlin threw back his head with a strangled cry and tried to alternately drive his cock into the too-soft mattress and shove backward onto Arthur’s amazing, incredible, hot, wet tongue.
Arthur’s tongue shoved in and out, over and over, as Merlin whimpered and thrashed mindlessly. Arthur’s strong hands held him in place as he pushed Merlin to the brink and then—
His release exploded through him, stronger than anything he’d ever felt. Merlin screamed with the force of it, muffling his cry with a wadded handful of the bunched coverlet. Even then, Arthur didn’t stop, licking and tongue-fucking into him until every drop was milked from Merlin’s twitching cock and shudders wracked his body.
Utterly limp and spent, Merlin barely heard as Arthur got to his feet.
“Be careful what you wish for, Merlin.”
Arthur’s footsteps sounded on the floor and then the door slammed and Merlin was alone.
So, um, have 700 words of pure porn, okay? It's Merlin/Arthur.
Untitled
“Kiss my arse!” Merlin snarled, fed up with Arthur’s superior attitude and condescending bloody comments. He had worked all afternoon cleaning His Royal Pratness’ rooms only to have him sodding come in and complain about his bloody boots not being shiny enough.
Unfortunately, Arthur seemed to be in just as wretched a mood as Merlin and the comment caused his blue eyes to narrow dangerously. Merlin had only an instant to regret his words.
“I think I will,” Arthur growled. He reached out and curled a fist in Merlin’s tunic before jerking his arm sharply and propelling Merlin toward the bed.
Merlin’s mind whirled as he stumbled and caught himself with his hands, sprawling half across the coverlet he had straightened just that morning. “What are you—?”
Arthur shoved Merlin’s tunic up and then he felt hands tearing at his breeches, yanking them free of his belt without bothering to unfasten the buckle. Merlin yelped in protest and squirmed, but an arm came down over his lower back and locked him in place.
“You asked for this, remember?” Arthur said roughly.
Merlin gasped as his undergarments were yanked down, exposing his bare arse. He struggled in earnest, but froze when he felt Arthur’s hot breath and warm mouth touch his arse cheek. “Oh my god,” he whispered.
Arthur’s lips moved over Merlin’s arse, leaving a trail of heat that exploded through Merlin’s entire body. He gasped with every kiss and started to wriggle for a different reason as his cock hardened and pressed into the soft coverlet.
Why are you doing this? he wanted to demand, but he was afraid it might cause Arthur to stop, and when his tongue flicked out and peppered Merlin’s arse with gentle licks, Merlin definitely did not want it to stop.
Arthur’s mouth reached the juncture of Merlin’s arse crack and licked the soft flesh there, causing Merlin to buck against the bed. An involuntary moan tore from his throat and his hands clenched against the bedcovers.
Arthur chuckled wickedly, but the pressure on Merlin’s back departed. Merlin could have (possibly) escaped, except that Arthur’s hands cupped his arse cheeks and squeezed for a moment before moving them apart, exposing Merlin completely to Arthur’s gaze.
Merlin dropped his head with a groan of mortification, a sound that turned into a strangled gasp when he felt Arthur’s tongue slide over the soft flesh between his testicles and his arsehole.
“Oh god. Oh god, oh god,” Merlin chanted, voice completely muffled. His cock twitched uncontrollably as Arthur licked the area completely… and then—
Merlin jerked as Arthur’s tongue brushed over his arsehole. It was only a light touch, but the sensation was extraordinary. His whole body quivered and struggled to breathe even as he unconsciously lifted his hips, seeking more.
“Like that, do you?” Arthur’s voice was thick and heady. He licked the same spot again, harder this time, and Merlin felt warm wetness against his abdomen as his cock spurted precome, likely ruining the expensive coverlet. He didn’t care, he just wanted more. “Tell me you like it, Merlin.”
Merlin lifted his head and took a much-needed breath of fresh air. Arthur’s hands moved, spreading him even wider. “Yes,” Merlin said in a choked voice, using all his willpower not to buck his hips with a needy moan. “Yes, I like it.”
“Tell me to fuck you with my tongue, Merlin.”
Heat exploded through Merlin’s body. The words were both humiliating and extraordinarily erotic. “Fuck me with your tongue,” he said hoarsely, shivering and clutching at the fabric.
Arthur did. His tongue moved over and around Merlin’s arsehole, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure thrumming through his body, and then Arthur’s tongue stabbed through the tight ring. Merlin threw back his head with a strangled cry and tried to alternately drive his cock into the too-soft mattress and shove backward onto Arthur’s amazing, incredible, hot, wet tongue.
Arthur’s tongue shoved in and out, over and over, as Merlin whimpered and thrashed mindlessly. Arthur’s strong hands held him in place as he pushed Merlin to the brink and then—
His release exploded through him, stronger than anything he’d ever felt. Merlin screamed with the force of it, muffling his cry with a wadded handful of the bunched coverlet. Even then, Arthur didn’t stop, licking and tongue-fucking into him until every drop was milked from Merlin’s twitching cock and shudders wracked his body.
Utterly limp and spent, Merlin barely heard as Arthur got to his feet.
“Be careful what you wish for, Merlin.”
Arthur’s footsteps sounded on the floor and then the door slammed and Merlin was alone.