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“Merlin?”
Silence.
“Merlin.”
Nothing.
“Merlin!”
Still, Merlin sat, staring into the fire, ignoring Arthur Pendragon.
“Don’t tell me you’re still mad about yesterday.”
“Of course I’m mad about yesterday!” he burst out.
“Why? What’s there to be mad about?”
Glaring at Arthur, Merlin said, “Maybe you choking me half to death? That isn’t what you said you were going to do!”
A smile flickered across Arthur’s lips and he rose to come around the fire toward Merlin. “Ah. I see. So that’s what this is about.”
“What what’s about?”
“You’re upset that you didn’t get to ride me.” Arthur sat down next to Merlin, pressing himself into Merlin’s side and grinning at him.
Merlin’s face blazed red as he said, “No, I’m mad that you nearly killed me. With your dick.”
“Come now, Merlin. It is your job as consort, isn’t it?”
Merlin glared at him, then turned away, folding his arms. Arthur sighed.
“Alright, fine. I suppose what I did was a bit…uncalled for. I’ll only do it again in the future if you do something wrong.” Arthur noticed Merlin’s mouth tighten. “I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t mean to do that to you, I just got caught up in the moment.”
“Caught up in the moment? You expect me to believe that?” Merlin snapped.
“Yes,” Arthur said. “Look, Merlin, I…anytime I look at you, all I can think about is touching you. Anytime I’m touching you, all I can think about is kissing you. And when I’m kissing you…” His face got hot and he purposefully stared into the fire instead of at Merlin. “What I’m trying to say is you make me feel things that I don’t feel for…anyone. And I don’t really know what those feelings are, but sometimes they just get so intense that I can’t help getting lost–”
There was a hand on his shoulder, pushing him down into the grass and leaves. Arthur stared up into Merlin’s blue eyes.
“Just…warn me next time,” Merlin said before dipping his head to kiss Arthur, who was slow to respond, his head swirling. Merlin…was kissing him? Merlin was kissing him. Merlin was kissing him instead of him kissing Merlin. What did that mean? Did he also have weird, unknown feelings he couldn’t name, or was he just trying to be a good consort and smooth things over? That had to be it, there couldn’t be any way Merlin actually liked him, not with the way Arthur treated him. Not after all the punishments he’d doled out and the names he’d called Merlin and the way he’d almost gotten Merlin killed, not just yesterday, but on many of the quests they had gone on.
But as Merlin continued to kiss Arthur, as he threw a leg over Arthur’s waist to properly straddle him, Arthur’s confidence in that thought wavered.
Was there maybe a little more between them than just master and servant?
That thought made him nervous and uncomfortable, so he pushed it away, instead focusing on what was directly in front of him instead. Merlin.
Grasping Merlin by the hips, Arthur rolled over, throwing Merlin to the ground and pushing himself up so he was on hands and knees over Merlin, Merlin’s legs still wrapped around his hips. He stared at Merlin for a long moment, watching how the fire caused shadows to dance across his features, ever changing yet exactly the same. He was suddenly aware of how big of a chasm there was between them, how intimately Merlin knew him yet how little he knew about Merlin, even after everything Merlin told him the day before. Even before their affair had started, Merlin knew everything about him, had even seen him naked countless times, yet Arthur still didn’t even know what Merlin’s favorite food was. Or what kinds of stories he liked. Or why he wore his silly little scarf everyday. Arthur knew…nothing. How could he be a good ruler to his people when he knew so little about someone he cared for so much?
“What?” Merlin asked when the silence dragged on and Arthur had been staring at him for too long.
“Nothing, just thinking,” Arthur said, finally looking away.
“Thinking? Really?” Merlin laughed.
“I think about things much more complicated than whatever you have going on in the puny little skull,” Arthur said, reaching out and flicking Merlin on the forehead. “That’s why I’m the Crown Prince and you’re just a servant. Not even that, last time I checked.”
“And what is it you’re thinking about with that massive brain of yours?”
The smile that had been on Arthur’s lips faded. “I was wondering why you came to Camelot,” he said. “It sounded like you were really happy in that small village of yours, with your mother and your friends. Why would you leave all that?”
Merlin thought for a moment before saying, “I left because I outgrew it. I loved growing up there, but I also always knew that I was meant for more than that. So I left to find my destiny.” Gently, Merlin stroked Arthur’s face, and when their eyes met, Arthur heard Merlin’s voice in his mind. I left to find you.
Arthur couldn’t tell if he really heard Merlin or had just imagined it, but he still surged forward, pressing his lips to Merlin's, trying to show the feelings he didn’t know how to express. Merlin wrapped his arms around Arthur, pulling him closer, kissing him deeper, until it almost felt as though they were one. They explored each other’s mouths as though this were the first time, and for some reason, it almost felt like it was, something shifting between them. Arthur moved with the shift, slowly rocking back and forth, pressing himself into Merlin even though they were both fully clothed. He could feel his dick rubbing against Merlin’s even though the layers of cloth between them, and he wanted to strip so they could be pressed skin to skin, but that would also require him to detach himself from Merlin, something he was extremely reluctant to do, even for a moment.
After what felt like hours, Merlin broke their kiss, throwing his head back and moaning, “Just f*ck me already. I can’t take this anymore.”
“No, I think I like things the way they are,” Arthur said into Merlin’s neck as he continued to grind his hips.
“You asshole,” Merlin groaned. “Dick. Codswallop. Turnip head.”
“Are you trying to piss me off so I’ll f*ck you out of anger?” Arthur asked, pulling back.
“No,” Merlin said, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I’m just expressing how I feel. And right now, I feel like you’re being a dung heap.”
Arthur glared down at Merlin, then said, “Fine. You want to be punished, you’ll get punished.”
An excited look came over Merlin’s face until Arthur pushed himself up, walked around to the other side of the fire, laid down with his back to Merlin, and called, “Good night!”
“What? No. Wait!”
Arthur heard the sound of Merlin scrambling around the fire toward him. “I said, good night Merlin!”
“That’s not fair,” Merlin whined. “You can’t keep saying you’re going to f*ck me and then not do it. You’re a Prince, aren’t you? You should follow through on your word.”
Arthur rolled over to face Merlin. “Are you trying to tell me what to do?”
“No,” Merlin replied. “But you said you wanted me on my knees, begging, didn’t you? Well, here I am, asking for it. Please, Arthur?”
“Please what? What do you want?”
“I want you.”
“Want me how?” he asked, a teasing smile on his face.
“Really, Arthur?”
“Yes.”
Merlin sighed, dropping his head, then looked back up to say, “I want you in every way I can. I want you to kiss me and touch me everywhere. I want your co*ck in my mouth again. I want you inside me even though I’ve never done anything like that before.” Merlin took a breath, then asked, “Is that good? Is that enough?”
“I suppose it is,” Arthur said, though there was a smile on his face. He reached into his pants to pull out his co*ck, still half hard from humping Merlin, and grabbed Merlin by the front of the shirt, pulling him forward to kiss as Arthur began stroking himself. Merlin kissed him back, crawling on top of Arthur and taking his co*ck from him when Arthur moved his hand there. Merlin’s hand felt much better than his and he clutched Merlin’s hips as he thrust, Merlin straddling him.
“Make it wet,” Arthur said, grabbing Merlin by the hair and pulling his head down toward his co*ck. Merlin obeyed, dipping his head down and taking Arthur into his mouth. Arthur groaned and shifted, doing his best not to act as he had the last time Merlin had done this. But he felt so good…
Arthur’s fingers tightened in Merlin’s hair, but instead of pulling his head down further onto his co*ck, Arthur pulled Merlin back. “Pants off,” he commanded, unable to form full sentences with how good he was feeling. Merlin fully stripped, even though Arthur didn’t tell him to do so, so Arthur also pulled off his shirt and pants, not wanting to be outdone. Arthur laid back as Merlin climbed on top, kissing him again. Arthur wrapped his arms around Merlin, pulling them closer so their bare chests pressed together. Reaching between their legs, Merlin adjusted Arthur’s dick until its head was pressed against his asshole, but made no move to push things further, instead just kissing Arthur’s neck and chest. Arthur waited, thinking that Merlin needed to prepare for what was about to happen, then realized Merlin was waiting for him. Slowly, he pushed into Merlin, not wanting to hurt him, only pressing farther on when he was certain Merlin could take it. It seemed as though he didn’t need to be worried because instead of wincing and tensing up like he might have expected, Merlin moaned and sank his hips farther down, making Arthur wonder if he had lied about having never done this before.
It wasn’t long before Arthur was fully inside Merlin, Merlin moving back and forth while Arthur let his hands rest on Merlin’s hips, not trying to move him any faster or slower. He wanted to see what Merlin would do when left up to his own devices, and shouldn’t have been surprised at the results. He was bad at this as much as he was bad at anything else, struggling to keep a steady pace, starting and stopping at seemingly random times. Arthur waited to see if Merlin just needed a few minutes to figure things out, but as it went on, it was clear Merlin wasn’t going to master this anytime soon. So, like before, Arthur grabbed him and rolled him over so Arthur was on top.
Things went much smoother after that, Arthur gliding in and out of Merlin at a steady pace. Merlin hooked his ankles together around Arthur’s waist, letting him go deeper, and moaned.
“Good boy,” Arthur whispered in his ear and Merlin moaned again. “Do you like this new job I gave you?”
“Yes,” Merlin panted.
“Do you like it when I f*ck you? When my dick is deep inside of you?
“Yes!” Merlin cried.
“Louder,” Arthur commanded, thrusting a little harder.
“Yes!”
“Louder!” He was f*cking Merlin as hard as he could.
“Yes! f*ck yes! Oh, Arthur, yes!”
“I said, louder! Come on, Merlin, there’s no one around to hear you!”
That was when he felt the cool touch of the tip of a blade against the back of his neck and heard the deep voice say, “You sure about that?”
