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dripping_cherry) wrote2010-04-10 02:52 pm
dripping_cherry) wrote2010-04-10 02:52 pm
Fic: The Perfect Remedy
I wrote my first Merlin!pr0n! My second, actually. The first is still with the beta, and I'm not even sure I'll post it because it's got a few issues I might not be able to fix.
Enjoy :D
Title: The Perfect Remedy
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drippingcherry
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Rating: NC-17
Length: 800
Summary: Merlin has the perfect cure for Arthur's insomnia. PWP. Written for round 3 at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
speedpr0nz, using the prompt insomnia.
Warnings: Wanking, oral
Disclaimer: Merlin and Arthur belong to the BBC. I make no profit from this fiction. No copyright infringement is intended.
Merlin would never purposely deceive and take advantage of Arthur. He really has read in one of Gaius's books that semen, when swallowed, is reputed to aid one in falling asleep. Yes, the book also mentions that this is an old wives' tale with no scientific evidence to support it, but that doesn't mean there can't be some truth behind it. And even if there isn't, Merlin doesn't care because he is certain that the source of Arthur's insomnia is magical. Arthur hasn't slept more than two to three hours a night in weeks, and not one of Gaius's remedies has proven effective.
In truth, Merlin is only doing this because he needs Arthur to be distracted so that he can cast the spell he thinks will cure Arthur's insomnia. That's why he's made up the part about the semen needing to be swallowed directly and even the briefest exposure to air destroying its sleep-inducing qualities.
And that detail about them having to do it with Arthur down on knees so he can tilt his head back because the remedy won't work if any come spills out of his mouth? Well, that one really is just for Merlin's amusement. Actually, he is pretty sure he could have thought of some other way to distract Arthur, which means that this ruse is, in its entirety, purely for his own entertainment.
Okay, so maybe he is taking advantage— but really, Arthur should know better than to believe him.
Merlin looks over at Arthur, who is sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at the wall as he waits for him to finish. He looks genuinely bored, but Merlin isn't offended because he has seen Arthur glancing at him more than once. There's a flash of blue as Arthur does it again, but his eyes dart away the moment they land on Merlin's cock. Arthur's back tenses and he sets his jaw, clearly displeased that he's been caught looking again. Merlin's lips twitch as he realises just how adamantly Arthur is staring at that wall.
"Can't you do it any faster?" Oh yes, there's that you're-the-worst-manservant-ever-woe-is-me-for-having-to-put-up-with-you tone that will only make what's coming so much sweeter to watch.
"Would you like to help?" Merlin asks. He starts stroking himself faster, not because Arthur's being an impatient prat, but because his folded hands are failing to hide the bulge in his breeches.
"No," Arthur says flatly.
The pressure is beginning to build in Merlin's groin; he pumps his cock even faster, just to watch Arthur all but squirm on the bed when Merlin's breathing becomes shaky. The sight of Arthur closing his eyes, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard, is enough to undo him. "Alright, come here," he says.
Merlin squeezes the base of his cock to keep from coming as Arthur gets up from the bed. The prolonged lack of adequate sleep is evident in the slump of his shoulders and the deep shadows under his eyes. He looks up at Merlin with a look that is a mixture of dread and anticipation as he gets down on his knees. When Arthur brings his hands up to Merlin's thighs, it feels as if he's sending sparks through his fingertips.
"Ready?" Merlin asks, resuming his stroking.
No answer comes. Arthur just waits, mouth parted and revealing the tips of white teeth that sparkle in the firelight. And then—oh gods—he licks his lips and moves his face closer to Merlin's furiously pumping fist.
It's too much. Merlin grabs the back of Arthur's head and thrusts forward into his mouth just when it feels like his cock his going to explode. The blood rushes white-hot through his veins as he spurts his load down Arthur's throat.
"Mmph!" Arthur grunts in protest, but he swallows it down with all the courage and determination of a Knight of Camelot.
Merlin wants to tell him he's glad they've finally found a good way to occupy his bossy mouth, but he's too busy shuddering and catching his breath while Arthur licks him clean. As he threads his fingers through soft golden hair, he focuses his magic on Arthur and whispers the spell. His hand tingles and glows softly; the light fades just as Arthur pulls away with one last swipe of his tongue.
"That was disgusting!" Arthur declares, and wipes his mouth with the sleeve of his tunic. His eyelids are already beginning to droop.
Merlin resists the temptation to leave the prat to fall asleep on the floor. Instead, he helps Arthur up and guides him to the bed. By the time Arthur's blonde head hits the pillow, he's already snoring. Merlin bends over him and presses their mouths together, wondering if the musky scent of his cock still lingers on Arthur's lips. It does.
He pulls back reluctantly. "Sleep well, Arthur."
The End.
Enjoy :D
Title: The Perfect Remedy
Author:
drippingcherryFandom: Merlin
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Rating: NC-17
Length: 800
Summary: Merlin has the perfect cure for Arthur's insomnia. PWP. Written for round 3 at
speedpr0nz, using the prompt insomnia.Warnings: Wanking, oral
Disclaimer: Merlin and Arthur belong to the BBC. I make no profit from this fiction. No copyright infringement is intended.
Merlin would never purposely deceive and take advantage of Arthur. He really has read in one of Gaius's books that semen, when swallowed, is reputed to aid one in falling asleep. Yes, the book also mentions that this is an old wives' tale with no scientific evidence to support it, but that doesn't mean there can't be some truth behind it. And even if there isn't, Merlin doesn't care because he is certain that the source of Arthur's insomnia is magical. Arthur hasn't slept more than two to three hours a night in weeks, and not one of Gaius's remedies has proven effective.
In truth, Merlin is only doing this because he needs Arthur to be distracted so that he can cast the spell he thinks will cure Arthur's insomnia. That's why he's made up the part about the semen needing to be swallowed directly and even the briefest exposure to air destroying its sleep-inducing qualities.
And that detail about them having to do it with Arthur down on knees so he can tilt his head back because the remedy won't work if any come spills out of his mouth? Well, that one really is just for Merlin's amusement. Actually, he is pretty sure he could have thought of some other way to distract Arthur, which means that this ruse is, in its entirety, purely for his own entertainment.
Okay, so maybe he is taking advantage— but really, Arthur should know better than to believe him.
Merlin looks over at Arthur, who is sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at the wall as he waits for him to finish. He looks genuinely bored, but Merlin isn't offended because he has seen Arthur glancing at him more than once. There's a flash of blue as Arthur does it again, but his eyes dart away the moment they land on Merlin's cock. Arthur's back tenses and he sets his jaw, clearly displeased that he's been caught looking again. Merlin's lips twitch as he realises just how adamantly Arthur is staring at that wall.
"Can't you do it any faster?" Oh yes, there's that you're-the-worst-manservant-ever-woe-is-me-for-having-to-put-up-with-you tone that will only make what's coming so much sweeter to watch.
"Would you like to help?" Merlin asks. He starts stroking himself faster, not because Arthur's being an impatient prat, but because his folded hands are failing to hide the bulge in his breeches.
"No," Arthur says flatly.
The pressure is beginning to build in Merlin's groin; he pumps his cock even faster, just to watch Arthur all but squirm on the bed when Merlin's breathing becomes shaky. The sight of Arthur closing his eyes, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard, is enough to undo him. "Alright, come here," he says.
Merlin squeezes the base of his cock to keep from coming as Arthur gets up from the bed. The prolonged lack of adequate sleep is evident in the slump of his shoulders and the deep shadows under his eyes. He looks up at Merlin with a look that is a mixture of dread and anticipation as he gets down on his knees. When Arthur brings his hands up to Merlin's thighs, it feels as if he's sending sparks through his fingertips.
"Ready?" Merlin asks, resuming his stroking.
No answer comes. Arthur just waits, mouth parted and revealing the tips of white teeth that sparkle in the firelight. And then—oh gods—he licks his lips and moves his face closer to Merlin's furiously pumping fist.
It's too much. Merlin grabs the back of Arthur's head and thrusts forward into his mouth just when it feels like his cock his going to explode. The blood rushes white-hot through his veins as he spurts his load down Arthur's throat.
"Mmph!" Arthur grunts in protest, but he swallows it down with all the courage and determination of a Knight of Camelot.
Merlin wants to tell him he's glad they've finally found a good way to occupy his bossy mouth, but he's too busy shuddering and catching his breath while Arthur licks him clean. As he threads his fingers through soft golden hair, he focuses his magic on Arthur and whispers the spell. His hand tingles and glows softly; the light fades just as Arthur pulls away with one last swipe of his tongue.
"That was disgusting!" Arthur declares, and wipes his mouth with the sleeve of his tunic. His eyelids are already beginning to droop.
Merlin resists the temptation to leave the prat to fall asleep on the floor. Instead, he helps Arthur up and guides him to the bed. By the time Arthur's blonde head hits the pillow, he's already snoring. Merlin bends over him and presses their mouths together, wondering if the musky scent of his cock still lingers on Arthur's lips. It does.
He pulls back reluctantly. "Sleep well, Arthur."
The End.