Fic: Crowned and Naked
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dripping_cherryTitle: Crowned and Naked
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drippingcherry
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Word Count: ~1,000
Beta: Thank you,groolover!
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Merlin unfortunately belongs to the BBC. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: "Oh, for God's sake, Merlin. You can't be angry with me for denying you that."
A/N: This is part of my Royal Goods series, in which Merlin obsesses over Arthur's various 'goods'. It began with A Repeat Offence, in which he couldn’t stop staring at The Teeth. If you have suggestions for future obsessions, please to be leaving a comment :)
"No, absolutely not."
Arthur's terse response and set jaw should have left no room for argument. Any sensible person with a shred of respect for authority would have dropped the matter and never brought it up again. But Merlin had never claimed to be a sensible person with respect for authority (which, incidentally, had been screwing him up the arse for months now), so he made a show of sighing and turning away from Arthur.
"Oh, for God's sake, Merlin. You can't be angry with me for denying you that."
"You said, 'anything.'" Merlin pulled the covers up over his shoulders.
A hand flopped down onto the sheets next to him, accompanied by a sigh that rivaled his own. "Yes, well, apparently I forgot who I was talking to. Only you would suggest something too outrageous even for the bedchamber."
Merlin shrugged. "I don't think it was that bad."
"You don't think it was that bad?" Arthur asked. "The crown is a symbol of sovereignty and honour; it represents my service to Camelot. I couldn't possibly do that and maintain any sense of dignity."
"I wouldn't think any less of you," Merlin said into his pillow.
He lay awake for a few minutes, hoping Arthur might at least agree to grant his request if they left the crown out of it, but the soft snoring that started beside him said it was a lost cause.
♥~♥~♥
Merlin had been woken many by things before, but never by anything so pleasant. If this was some kind of enchantment--which he thought was the most obvious conclusion--he was perfectly content to let it run its course.
"Mmm," he said, still too sleepy to open his eyes. It felt as if something hot and wet—a mouth, perhaps?—was wrapped his morning erection. He couldn't be certain of that, of course, because his cock had never been inside anyone's mouth before, but this was how he had always imagined it would feel, only better.
What he wasn't prepared for, however, was the responding moan and the vibrations it sent along the length of his shaft.
Merlin's eyes fluttered open, and what he saw then nearly made him come. Arthur was kneeling in between his legs, hands gripping his thighs, and sliding his lips down Merlin's cock as he took him deeper. He was wearing his crown, too--over tousled bed hair, at that.
"Fuck," Merlin said as he raised himself on his elbows for a better view.
Arthur looked up at him for a moment before returning his attention to the task at hand. He was just getting started, it seemed, as he had yet to establish any kind of deliberate rhythm. For now, he was licking and tasting, pulling back way too often as tried to get accustomed to having a cock in his mouth; his face scrunched up every time the two made contact.
"Do you like this?" Arthur asked.
"Do you like it when I do it to you?"
"Yes." Arthur wrapped his fingers around Merlin's cock and gave it a few long strokes. "Enough so that I don't ask you to have your head adorned while you do it."
Merlin grinned. "Do you want me to wear the Official Ceremonial Hat of the Servants of Camelot next time?"
"Please, don't."
Merlin's laugh turned into a moan as Arthur's lips closed around his cock again. He drove his hips upwards, into that inviting heat. Arthur gagged and pushed him back down onto the mattress.
"Control yourself, Merlin, or I'll stop."
"Alright, alright."
Merlin gripped the sheets to keep still while Arthur's tongue swirled around his glans and dipped into the sensitive tip. A strand of golden hair that stuck out farther than the rest invited Merlin to touch it. He reached out and brushed it gingerly, but pulled his hand back before Arthur decided to reprimand him. Sex with a royal prat could be difficult, he had learned. But it was worth it.
"I don't mind if you touch me—just be considerate," Arthur said.
And, taking a deep breath, he went down on Merlin again. His cheeks hollowed as he took Merlin deeper than before and finally began to slide his mouth up and down his length, his hand covering what his mouth didn't reach. Merlin hissed when Arthur's teeth scraped his shaft; Arthur took the sound as encouragement and began to move faster.
Merlin laced his fingers through Arthur's hair, pulling some of it out from underneath the crown. He tightened his grip just enough to get a good hold on the silky strands. The pressure around his cock felt amazing, and it was all he could do not to thrust into the other man's mouth.
Merlin forced himself to relax so he could hold back as long as possible. The sight of Arthur wearing nothing but a crown, head bobbing in between his thighs, was one he knew he might never have the privilege of witnessing again. And fuck if it wasn't the hottest thing he'd ever seen.
As the pressure in his groin began to build, every movement of mouth and tongue on his cock seemed to be intensified. He moaned under the sudden onslaught of sensation, and Arthur responded in kind. The mutual moaning was as amusing as it was hot.
When Merlin's breathing became ragged Arthur sat back on his heels, knocking Merlin's hand out of the way, and started stroking his cock fast and hard. "Come for me," he said.
The sound of Arthur's voice, low and hoarse from giving head, was all it took to tip Merlin over the edge. He threw his head back and came with a strangled cry, spurting come all over Arthur's hand. When it was over, he collapsed onto the heap of pillows.
"What made you change your mind?" Merlin asked, when Arthur sprawled out beside him.
"That doesn't matter," said Arthur. "What you should be asking is how you can return the favour. In case you've forgotten, it is your job to serve me."
And with that, he took Merlin's hand and guided it to his cock.
Author:
drippingcherryPairing: Arthur/Merlin
Word Count: ~1,000
Beta: Thank you,
groolover!Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Merlin unfortunately belongs to the BBC. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: "Oh, for God's sake, Merlin. You can't be angry with me for denying you that."
A/N: This is part of my Royal Goods series, in which Merlin obsesses over Arthur's various 'goods'. It began with A Repeat Offence, in which he couldn’t stop staring at The Teeth. If you have suggestions for future obsessions, please to be leaving a comment :)
"No, absolutely not."
Arthur's terse response and set jaw should have left no room for argument. Any sensible person with a shred of respect for authority would have dropped the matter and never brought it up again. But Merlin had never claimed to be a sensible person with respect for authority (which, incidentally, had been screwing him up the arse for months now), so he made a show of sighing and turning away from Arthur.
"Oh, for God's sake, Merlin. You can't be angry with me for denying you that."
"You said, 'anything.'" Merlin pulled the covers up over his shoulders.
A hand flopped down onto the sheets next to him, accompanied by a sigh that rivaled his own. "Yes, well, apparently I forgot who I was talking to. Only you would suggest something too outrageous even for the bedchamber."
Merlin shrugged. "I don't think it was that bad."
"You don't think it was that bad?" Arthur asked. "The crown is a symbol of sovereignty and honour; it represents my service to Camelot. I couldn't possibly do that and maintain any sense of dignity."
"I wouldn't think any less of you," Merlin said into his pillow.
He lay awake for a few minutes, hoping Arthur might at least agree to grant his request if they left the crown out of it, but the soft snoring that started beside him said it was a lost cause.
Merlin had been woken many by things before, but never by anything so pleasant. If this was some kind of enchantment--which he thought was the most obvious conclusion--he was perfectly content to let it run its course.
"Mmm," he said, still too sleepy to open his eyes. It felt as if something hot and wet—a mouth, perhaps?—was wrapped his morning erection. He couldn't be certain of that, of course, because his cock had never been inside anyone's mouth before, but this was how he had always imagined it would feel, only better.
What he wasn't prepared for, however, was the responding moan and the vibrations it sent along the length of his shaft.
Merlin's eyes fluttered open, and what he saw then nearly made him come. Arthur was kneeling in between his legs, hands gripping his thighs, and sliding his lips down Merlin's cock as he took him deeper. He was wearing his crown, too--over tousled bed hair, at that.
"Fuck," Merlin said as he raised himself on his elbows for a better view.
Arthur looked up at him for a moment before returning his attention to the task at hand. He was just getting started, it seemed, as he had yet to establish any kind of deliberate rhythm. For now, he was licking and tasting, pulling back way too often as tried to get accustomed to having a cock in his mouth; his face scrunched up every time the two made contact.
"Do you like this?" Arthur asked.
"Do you like it when I do it to you?"
"Yes." Arthur wrapped his fingers around Merlin's cock and gave it a few long strokes. "Enough so that I don't ask you to have your head adorned while you do it."
Merlin grinned. "Do you want me to wear the Official Ceremonial Hat of the Servants of Camelot next time?"
"Please, don't."
Merlin's laugh turned into a moan as Arthur's lips closed around his cock again. He drove his hips upwards, into that inviting heat. Arthur gagged and pushed him back down onto the mattress.
"Control yourself, Merlin, or I'll stop."
"Alright, alright."
Merlin gripped the sheets to keep still while Arthur's tongue swirled around his glans and dipped into the sensitive tip. A strand of golden hair that stuck out farther than the rest invited Merlin to touch it. He reached out and brushed it gingerly, but pulled his hand back before Arthur decided to reprimand him. Sex with a royal prat could be difficult, he had learned. But it was worth it.
"I don't mind if you touch me—just be considerate," Arthur said.
And, taking a deep breath, he went down on Merlin again. His cheeks hollowed as he took Merlin deeper than before and finally began to slide his mouth up and down his length, his hand covering what his mouth didn't reach. Merlin hissed when Arthur's teeth scraped his shaft; Arthur took the sound as encouragement and began to move faster.
Merlin laced his fingers through Arthur's hair, pulling some of it out from underneath the crown. He tightened his grip just enough to get a good hold on the silky strands. The pressure around his cock felt amazing, and it was all he could do not to thrust into the other man's mouth.
Merlin forced himself to relax so he could hold back as long as possible. The sight of Arthur wearing nothing but a crown, head bobbing in between his thighs, was one he knew he might never have the privilege of witnessing again. And fuck if it wasn't the hottest thing he'd ever seen.
As the pressure in his groin began to build, every movement of mouth and tongue on his cock seemed to be intensified. He moaned under the sudden onslaught of sensation, and Arthur responded in kind. The mutual moaning was as amusing as it was hot.
When Merlin's breathing became ragged Arthur sat back on his heels, knocking Merlin's hand out of the way, and started stroking his cock fast and hard. "Come for me," he said.
The sound of Arthur's voice, low and hoarse from giving head, was all it took to tip Merlin over the edge. He threw his head back and came with a strangled cry, spurting come all over Arthur's hand. When it was over, he collapsed onto the heap of pillows.
"What made you change your mind?" Merlin asked, when Arthur sprawled out beside him.
"That doesn't matter," said Arthur. "What you should be asking is how you can return the favour. In case you've forgotten, it is your job to serve me."
And with that, he took Merlin's hand and guided it to his cock.
