#Where do you think you’re going Merlin #I want you all for myself Merlin #I mean… #you’re a clotpole, Merlin
#oh god If this had come across my dash last night…
LOOOLLOLOLLL
I FEEL LIKE WE MIGHT HAVE WRITTEN ANOTHER PORNO
THAT OPTION IS STILL AVAILABLE.
Arthur grabbed Merlin forcefully by the jacket and pushed him up against the nearest tree. Their faces were inches apart, their bodies pressed together from chest to hips. Arthur’s finger prodded Merlin in the chest. “Merlin, you idiot. You are mine. Mine.” All Merlin could stutter out between shaky breaths was a gasped “Yours.”
And their lips collided together with the force of the promise.
CHELSEA OMG
Arthur dominated the kiss, meeting little resistance from Merlin. Merlin wound his fingers into Arthur’s hair, gripping it tightly and causing him to moan into Merlin’s mouth. Arthur dug his still gloved fingers into Merlin’s hips, sure to leave bruises. “You’re mine” He repeated. “And you’re going to be feeling me for a week after this.” Merlin thrust his hips into Arthur’s in response.
JENNA.
The force of Merlin’s hips caught Arthur off guard, and suddenly he was being manuvered so his back was against the rough bark, Merlin’s hands trapping him there. “I may be yours,” Merlin panted against Arthur’s throat. “But you’re just as much mine.” His tongue traced the planes of Arthur’s neck, his jaw, the sensitive spot behind his ear, and Arthur couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. “Shut up, Merlin,” Arthur finally muttered, when he regained enough breath to speak. “Say it,” Merlin demanded, voice rough and wrecked. “You—you can’t speak to me like that, Merlin.” Arthur attempted to block out the feel of Merlin’s tongue and teeth and lips on his skin long enough to string words together. “You can’t tell me what to—” And then Merlin’s hand was pressed to the front of Arthur’s trousers, firm, unyielding. “Say it, Arthur.” If Arthur whimpered, he didn’t want to think too long on it. “M-Merlin. Yours. I’m—I’m yours.” Merlin’s hand slipped under Arthur’s chainmail and down his trousers. “Yes. You are”
OMFG
Arthur let out a wrecked groan and slammed the back of his head into the tree trunk. Merlin gripped his already painfully hard cock but did nothing else. “Merlin, move!” Arthur groaned out, writhing under Merlin’s touch. Merlin slammed their lips together in response, his hand remaining motionless. “MERlin” Arthur gasped when they broke apart. “Patience is a virtue you prat.” Merlin smirked and pulled his hand out of Arthur’s trousers. He gripped Arthur’s hips, holding him against the tree and slowly sunk to his knees, eyes trained on Arthur’s and smirk still firmly in place. Arthur thrust forward at the image, but Merlin pushed his hips back against the tree even harder. Arthur moaned again and buried his in Merlin’s hair, trying to push his face closer to where he needed it most. Merlin’s smirk only widened, and he raised an eyebrow at him. “Merlin, come on.” Arthur groaned. Merlin licked his lips, and Arthur’s grip on his hair tightened, but Merlin still refused to move. “Merlin!” Arthur tried to use an authoritative tone, but it was strangled with need. Merlin chuckled. “Say it again Arthur.” Arthur groaned and the low, throaty voice and the command. He needed Merlin’s mouth on him. “Please.” Merlin chucked again. “You’re gorgeous when you beg. But that’s not what I want you to say. Say. It.” Arthur gasped and tried to thrust forward again, refusing to relent. Merlin just continued to smirk at him, biting his bottom lip now. Arthur felt like he was going to explode with want.“—yours,” Arthur choked out. “Only yours. Merlin. Merlin, please.” The smirk still lingered on Merlin’s face, but Arthur could also see desire there as well. “All right. Good. What do you want, Arthur? What do you want me to do to you?” The combination of Merlin’s suggestive words and his warm breath ghosting over Arthur’s cock was enough to make Arthur gasp and squirm beneath Merlin’s fingers. “E-everything. Anything. Gods Merlin, just—” “Anything?” Arthur wasn’t looking down at Merlin—his head was laid back against the bark and his eyes were screwed up tight—but he could hear the quirk of Merlin’s eyebrow. “Anything,” he whispered, voice jagged, trying not to give away just how nervous he was, just how much he needed this, how much he needed Merlin, right now. Arthur heard the shuffle of Merlin getting to his feet, and before he could protest, Merlin’s strong hands were around his arms, turning him, pushing his chest flat against the tree. His trousers pooled around his ankles and the pressure of Merlin’s arousal against his bare skin made Arthur moan before he could stop himself. “Will you show me just how much you are mine, Arthur? Prove it me, Arthur. Let me have you. All of you.”
Arthur swallowed thickly. All he could do was groan in response even though the only words he could think was yes yes yes yes pleasehardermoreyoursi’myoursyouhavemetakeme. Merlin thrust lightly against Arthur, mouth hovering beside his ear. “Arthur…” Merlin encouraged in an almost desperate sing-song voice. “OH God. I’m yours you can have me any way you want me, please.” Merlin chuckled darkly, breath hot against Arthur’s ear, making him shudder in anticipation. “I don’t know, you took so long to answer me…” Merlin teased, desperate to keep control over himself. “Please Merlin. Merlin, Merlin, take me please!” Arthur thrust back into Merlin. “I suppose I could…” Merlin murmured, bringing his fingers to Arthur’s mouth, resting them against his lips. Arthur took them into his mouth greedily sucking them desperately, laving them with his tongue. Merlin pressed his mouth to Arthur’s neck and moaned loudly before licking at the salty skin, then sinking his teeth into Arthur’s neck. Arthur moaned wantonly around Merlin’s fingers. Merlin pulled them out of Arthur’s mouth with an obscene pop and brought them to his entrance.
Merlin’s slick fingers worked inside him, and Arthur wasn’t sure how his legs managed to hold him up, how the sound that came from between his lips and echoed through the forest didn’t send every woodland creature within a 5-mile radius running for the hills. He couldn’t believe he’d given over such complete control, but it felt so good, so freeing, so liberating to just let go this way, to let Merlin take him, have him, hold him. Merlin was panting, hot into his ear, “Arthur, Arthur, Arthur” and Arthur pushed back against his fingers, wanting more, needing more. “Look at you,” Merlin whispered into Arthur’s neck. “Just look at you.” His voice went low, rough. “You love it.” “Shut up, Merlin.” Arthur tried to inject as much authority into the command as possible, but the shudder in his voice as Merlin pushed his fingers deeper inside him only made Merlin snicker. “You know, Merlin, I could still put you in the stocks for this,” Arthur threatened, even as he shamelessly writhed against Merlin’s fingers. “And—and what would you do with me then, sire?” The brief hitch in his voice was the only hint that Merlin might have been just as wrecked as Arthur. ”What would you do with me, when you had me bound and kneeling before you, completely at your will?” Merlin’s voice was deep and quiet and entirely obscene. “This. F-f-fuck you with my fingers until you begged for more.” “And is this your subtle way of begging me for more, Arthur?” Merlin’s voice dripped with sugary sweetness as his free hand moved from Arthur’s hip and his long fingers wrapped around the base of Arthur’s cock.
“Yes!” Arthur cried out, thrusting his hips backwards and fucking himself on Merlin’s fingers, trying to force them to hit that spot. Merlin, however, knew his body too well to allow that. “Yes, what?” Merlin whispered wickedly, his grin evident even though Arthur couldn’t see it. He stroked Arthur’s cock once, his fingers barely there, before gripping the base again. Arthur keened and thrust forward. “Take me. Fuck me. Make me yours. God, MerlinMerlin please.” Merlin’s self restraint very nearly snapped, and he thrust hard against Arthur. “Please!” Arthur begged again, and Merlin couldn’t keep denying him. He removed his fingers from Arthur and spread him open so he could see Arthur’s entrance. “God, just lookat you. Your ass wants me so bad.” Arthur babbled incoherently, thrusting hsi ass backwards. “Need you in me. Merlin!” Merlin couldn’t keep denying either of them. He lined his cock up with Arthur’s entrance, and thrust in roughly, going about half way in. Arthur cried out, nearly sobbing with the need for release. Merlin’s hand found Arthur’s cock, but he merely wrapped his fingers around the base again.
“M-Merlin. I—I need. I need—” “Not yet, Arthur.” The fingers of Merlin’s right hand were buried in Arthur’s hair, pulling, tugging—mixing pain and pleasure just they way Arthur liked it. Merlin’s left hand was still wrapped lightly around Arthur’s cock, teasing him, taunting him, sending little shocks of ecstasy up his spine, but not enough, not nearly enough. Just as Arthur was about to damn his pride and beg for more, Merlin thrust into him, his full length deep within Arthur, hitting the place, that place, that made Arthur’s toes grip the soles of his boots, made his vision go white with little dancing stars, made him grip the bark of the tree so hard he could feel it breaking away beneath his gloves. Merlin was gasping behind him, moaning what Arthur could only guess was supposed to be his name, his hand rough in Arthur’s hair. Merlin thrust with abandon into Arthur, and Arthur was tight and hot around him. And just as Merlin’s moans became obscene, just as he started to come undone, he stroked his fingers over Arthur’s cock, once, twice, three times, and they were both coming, hard and fast, hurtling toward a blissful oblivion, together.
“You’re still mine, Merlin,” Arthur mumbled, when, slumped at the base of the tree with Merlin lying between his legs, he found his voice again. “Yes,” Merlin whispered. “Yes, I’m yours.”
FIN.
#THIS #FANDOM
FUCK ALL!!
THIS IS THE FUCKING TOP!MERLIN
AND I AM FUCKING DEAD!!
LOVE THIS. #Bless this post
