Merthur One-shots

Come Fly With Me

SMUT WARNING

Summary: “Oh no, please help,” Merlin said, deadpan. “I’m being held captive by a terrible monster.”

“You laugh,” Arthur said, biting his nape and worrying it gently. “But I will get it out of you, one way or another. This is my kingdom, you know. I won’t have you keeping secrets from me.”

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“What are you hiding, Merlin?” Arthur murmured, nosing at the sensitive place behind his lover’s ear. He pressed a kiss to the bare skin there, and Merlin shivered, his breath making that delicious sound which meant he was getting hard. “I can smell it on you, you know. Where you’ve been. All dragons have a nose for metals.” 

“Are you planning to—hmm—torture me for information, sire?” Merlin asked, as Arthur moved on to kiss his shoulders. “Because I hate to break it to you, but I don’t think it’s working.” 

“Oh, I’m just getting started,” Arthur promised him, smiling. He let his hands run along Merlin’s flanks, feeling the too-prominent ribs, splaying his hands over Merlin’s belly when he laughed to feel it rise and fall. “I have you at my mercy, now. I can do what I want with you.” 

“Oh no, please help,” Merlin said, deadpan. “I’m being held captive by a terrible monster.” 

“You laugh,” Arthur said, biting his nape and worrying it gently. “But I will get it out of you, one way or another. This is my kingdom, you know. I won’t have you keeping secrets from me.” 

“So territorial, my lord,” Merlin said. In spite of the sharp scent of his excitement, he didn’t seem in any particular hurry to be mounted, content to let Arthur use him as he willed, and if Arthur hadn’t known better, he’d have said Merlin was almost asleep. “I wasn’t going to tell you until I was sure it would work.”

“But?”

“But…” Merlin stretched languidly, rubbing up against Arthur’s cock in a way that had to be deliberate. “I think I like the idea of torture better. Let’s see how long you can make it last this time, and then I’ll tell you what I’ve been working on the past few weeks.”

Arthur let out a low rumble, deep in his chest. The dragon part of him didn’t appreciate being challenged; Merlin was his mate, and this was his territory. Only a fool would provoke him and expect to win. On the other hand, however, Merlin was already spreading his legs, presenting himself, and both the human and dragon parts of Arthur approved of that concept heartily. 

“Fine,” he muttered, reaching for the jar of lube he kept on the side table. “But I feel like I should remind you that I’m supposed to be the one in charge here, not you.” 

“That’s debatable,” Merlin said, wiggling his arse. “Since, technically, I’m the Dragonlord in this relationship.” 

Arthur really did bite him for that—just a small nip with his human teeth, not his proper ones, but the resulting yelp was definitely satisfying. The whole Dragon/Dragonlord thing was outdated nonsense, as far as he was concerned; all of the Pendragon heirs had been shifters of one form or another, and all of their mates had been Dragon kin—humans who could understand the Dragon speech—but it was completely untrue that any dragon had to obey a Dragonlord’s command. It was more like they occasionally listened to reasonable suggestions, but for those who couldn’t speak Dragontongue, the sight of any great reptile doing a human’s bidding apparently meant there had to be some kind of magic involved. And thus, a myth had been born.