merlin/arthur

A

That night Arthur just had to take Merlin. He felt he was losing him. This would be his way of reclaiming him. He visited Merlin's room. The boy was staring outside the window. He hugged his waist from behind and kissed his neck.

“My lovely prince,” he said, mouthing at his skin. Merlin arched into him, his little arse rubbing against his groin.

“Oh...” he moaned. Arthur crept his hand down and groped his behind. His cock was starting to harden in his pants. He turned Merlin's head and covered his mouth with his own. He began rubbing back and sneaking a hand up his loose tunic to pinch his nipple.

“I want to have you... Can I?” Arthur whispered. Merlin nodded with a moan.
“Yes, yes, yes....” Arthur smirked triumphantly.

“Where do you want to do it, sweetheart? Out here?” It would be nice to fuck Merlin while he leaned against the window, free to scream out to the cold outside.

“Or do you want me to take
you in bed?” That'd also be nice. Fuck Merlin on a big, supple bed with the fire shining over
Merlin's features.

“B-Bed...” Merlin stammered. Arthur was sort of relieved he said that. Taking Merlin's virginity like that would be sweeter than a rough fuck by the window. He took Merlin's waist and pushed him on the bed. He kissed him and peeled his tunic off his body.

Then he kissed a path down his neck and chest. He then stopped at Merlin's stomach; he rubbed his cheek against it, reveling at the silkiness of it. He kissed the soft planes. Merlin was straining above him, his eyes dark.

“I have to prepare you,” he said. He peeled his gloves off and sucked on a finger.

Arthur parted Merlin's cheeks and admired it for a bit. Merlin's little rosebud was pink and clenching uptight. He felt hungry for it. No man had soiled Merlin there, and no man would die except for him. In the spur of the moment, Arthur licked up the little clench with broad sweeps of his tongue. Merlin mewed and bucked wildly.

"Oh, Arthur!" he moaned. The young knight smirked at Merlin's reaction and continue to lick it, prodding his hole with his tongue and having his fingers join in. Merlin was curling into the bed, his face into the pillow.

He was blushing bright red; embarrassed Arthur would do such a thing to him. Arthur loosened him thoroughly.

He slipped two of his fingers inside him and spread his love hole, which was previously little and shy but now was wanton and opened. He gave it a little kiss, making Merlin twitch above him, then sat up with his cock in hand.

"I'm going to take you now, okay, my love?" he said sweetly. Merlin nodded, face still in the pillow. Arthur pushed in gently and slowly. He wanted Merlin to feel it all.

The boy was thrashing and holding himself back. He gripped the sheets and bit the pillow to stop himself from shouting. Arthur leaned over, driving his cock deeper inside, and whispered into his ear lovingly,

"It's okay, little bird. You can make all the noise you want. No one is here. Just let go." He then licked the rim of his ear. Merlin allowed himself to give a low moan. "I'll make him loud." Arthur thought and then started thrusting into Merlin's heat.

Merlin responded with a shout. His eyes bugged out in shock, and his mouth fell open. Moans and mewls spilled from his lips like curses. His thin body rattled with every thrust and moved Arthur did.

"Oh, oh! Oh, Gods! Arthur!" His slim hands clutched his shoulders tightly. His hole swallowed him and tried to take him out at the same time.

Even if Arthur wasn't thrusting into him like a beast, Merlin wasn't used to the large intrusion in him. Gwaine had only implied he wanted to use his fingers on him; something Merlin awkwardly laughed off.