aurora_primavera | Fic: I'm going to make you see stars, Arthur Pendragon. (Merlin/Arthur)

Title: I'm going to make you see stars, Arthur Pendragon.
Author:

auroraprimavera
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Merlin/Arthur
Summary: This is nothing but porn, no summary is needed.
Word Count: 2,690
Warning(s): Dirty, kinky porn & a somewhat obedient Arthur.
Beta: HAHAHA - Anyone I could ask to beta is already dead from reading it once. Oops.
Author's Notes: Started as comment!porn on

i_claudia's journal when

gealach_ros pleaded help with one of her ~~kinks~~ fantasies. The convo went something like this:

gealach_ros - BB,

i_claudia and I need your help with this *FLAIL*

auroraprimavera - HAHAHAH OMG

auroraprimavera- *pause*

auroraprimavera- *starts writing*

gealach_ros - *FLAILS*

Oh and a huge thank you to all my ~~enablers~~ friends (

gealach_ros,

i_claudia,

sequanne,

issahime) for their support in writing this here dirty wank!porn. I dedicate this to you all. \o/ Enjoy!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction – none of this ever happened. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work.

He doesn't quite know how it started. One moment he and Merlin were arguing and the next Merlin is pushing him down into his chair, a dark look on his face. They're still staring at each other, with Merlin hovering over him in a rather predatory manner.

"Merlin, you need to get it into the addled brain of yours that you cannot treat me like this. I'm the Crown Prince and you are my manservant. Did you happen to forget that yet again?"

There is no reply only Merlin leaning down and putting his lips too close to his ear. And for the record, he does not shiver. Not at all. "I happen to think that you are nothing but a royal prat, my Lord."

Arthur has to swallow before he feels himself able to speak. "You need to learn your place, Merlin." Also for the record, his voice does not shake at all. None whatsoever.

Soft huffs of air sweep across his ear as Merlin chuckles. "I believe, Sire, that it is time for you to learn your place."

He frowns and opens his mouth to say - well he doesn't know what he was going to say, but he was going to say something - only now he can't because...because...Oh holy hell Merlin's tongue is warm on his skin.

"Tell me, your highness, what do you like?"

Some noise makes it out of his throat but he doesn't know what it was supposed to be because Merlin is licking and sucking his ear and that should not feel as wonderful as it does. So the best that Arthur can do at the moment is grab onto the arms of his chair and moan in appreciation.

Just when he's really starting to enjoy the sensations running across his skin Merlin pulls back and away, far far away. Arthur huffs out an annoyed breath and unconsciously reaches out to pull Merlin back in. But his hand is batted away and Merlin is even further away.

"Merlin..."

"Like I said, it's time for you to learn your place."

He feels his eyes widen as Merlin's hands reach down to undo the laces on his own breeches. Once he's done he reaches a hand inside and lets out a very needy moan. After a few moments he pulls his cock out and gives it a few leisurely strokes. Arthur can feel his hips moving in rhythm with Merlin's. For some reason he can't fathom he wants to be the one touching Merlin like that.

Merlin opens his eyes and locks Arthur down with his gaze. When he speaks his voice is low and husky. "Strip."

It takes a few moments for the word to make it through Arthur's foggy brain but when it does he glares at the other man. "Excuse me?"

Merlin smirks and steps closer, still stroking himself. "Strip."

It's completely against his nature. Yet he finds himself obeying. Arthur stands up and pulls off his shirt and as he's unlacing his breeches, he kicks off his boots. When he's free of his clothes he turns to Merlin and finds him standing too close. The heat radiating from his body inexplicably makes Arthur shiver.

Merlin pushes him down on to his chair once again and moves to stand between Arthur's legs, his own legs spreading out and opening Arthur up further.

He can't help the groan that escapes and has to clutch at the arms of his chair again, desperate for a way to ground himself.

"Look at you, sire, so needy. I bet you're the kind that begs loudly for what you want, aren't you?" Merlin leans closer, his free hand resting on the back of the chair, close to Arthur's head. "I can imagine the breathy little moans that you make when you're close. Tell me, Arthur, how long does it take you until you turn into such a needy, wanton creature?"

Not long at all, apparently. That's what he wants to say, really. He even opens his mouth to do so. But all that comes out is a low whine, accompanied by his bucking hips.

"You haven't even been touched yet and look at you. Red and flushed and begging. What would the people say, to know that their crown prince is such a slut?"

A hand trails down his chest and Arthur can't figure out if he'd rather cry out or suck in air. His body decides to do both and he writhes under the fingers tracing patterns on his skin. He can hear the soft swish of skin as Merlin strokes himself and the thought makes him harder, his own cock twitching. Arthur wants to reach down and stroke himself, or maybe reach out and touch Merlin. He's not sure, but he needs to touch.

The hand stops just above his hip, fingers trailing dangerously close but still too far out of reach. Merlin's breath is warm on his cheek when he speaks. "I want to see you come undone, my prince. I want to see you writhe and moan and beg. I want to see you flushed with desire. I want to see you touch yourself."

His eyes snap up to Merlin's and he can't breathe. Merlin's blue eyes are dark with desire, pupils blown wide. Merlin leans back a bit and, eyes still locked, guides one of Arthur's hands off the arm of the chair. He lets it go and stands straight up. The action brings Merlin's cock close to Arthur's mouth and all he wants to do at the moment is take the flushed head of it into his mouth and suck.

It's when Merlin pushes him back that he realizes he's moving forward. "Naughty prince. I didn't say you could, did I?"

"Please..."

Merlin's smile is pleased and he darts down to place a quick kiss at the corner of Arthur's mouth. "Soon, but first...touch yourself. Arthur, show me what makes you pant." And he's straightening back up, hand still caressing his own cock in long, slow strokes.

Arthur swallows and moves the hand Merlin had indicated towards his cock. Right before he reaches it he glances up at Merlin and receives a nod in return. When his hand closes around himself his eyes flutter to a close and his head snaps back hard against the back of the chair.

Oh gods, it feels so good. He doesn't do much, just stroke slowly up and down, fingers twitching with the need to do more.

"That's it. Tighter, Arthur. I want to see you fuck your hand."

He can feel Merlin step closer again and his legs brush against Arthur's, sending shivers of pleasure along every nerve. Obediently he tightens his grip and arches up into his hand, new sounds slipping from his lips. For a few moments all Arthur can hear is their hands moving swiftly across skin. The pleasure is starting to build up and he groans, pushing further into his hand.

"Stop."

It's nothing short of a command and Arthur lets out a whine as his body automatically listens. He opens his eyes to see Merlin stepping away and towards Arthur's discarded clothes. When he comes back, Arthur sees one of the laces from his breeches dangling from Merlin's hand. Before he can ask what it's for Merlin drops to his knees before Arthur and quickly ties the lace at the base of his cock.

Arthur screams and bucks his hips, body shuddering from the sudden sensation. It's not too tight, but tight enough to cause a dull pleasurable ache to course through his body. His breathing is harsh and when he opens his eyes - when had they closed? - Merlin is staring up at him with a hungry look on his face. Still watching Arthur, he leans forward and places a wet kiss on the head of Arthur's cock. Arthur cries out again and has to hold himself still so as not to push into the wet heat that Merlin's kiss holds at bay.

Merlin stands back up, his hand reaching for his own cock - which is red and dark with arousal, and fuck Arthur finds that to be the hottest thing ever - and starts his slow, careful stroking. He blinks slowly and moans, head falling back.

"Arthur, touch yourself. I want to see you shake with the need to come."

Again his body obeys without question and when his hand comes into contact with his cock he groans loudly. Without needing to be told his grip is tight and he pushes up into it, his other hand still clenched on the arm rest.

It's just this side of painful, but the pleasure surmounts it and swirls around his body. Arthur hasn't had anything like this before. Not this heady rush of want, the need to do just as he's told, the rush he gets in watching Merlin fucking his own hand. Somewhere along the way his thought processes have fled and all he can think is of need and Merlin and touch and so many other things.

"I love watching you like this Arthur. So obedient and willing to do what I say. I want you like this always. I'll have to figure out a way to keep you hard and ready for me, for whenever I want. So I can push you against any wall and take you quick and hard."

Oh gods - The mere idea of Merlin doing that, in a corridor where anyone could see them...

"You're not going to come until I tell you." Merlin leans close again and places open mouthed kisses along Arthur's neck. "When you finally get your release it's going to be so much that you'll think you've died. I'm going to make you see stars, Arthur Pendragon."

He doesn't know how to respond to that. Not like he would be able to, with the way air is barely reaching his lungs and his mouth seems to be stuck in a permanent 'O' of sorts. Merlin's heat is distracting and he wants to pull it in closer and wrap himself around it, take it all in at once. The slight brush of fabric - because damn it Merlin's still clothed - against his legs is driving him wild. He wraps his legs around the back of Merlin's knees, shocking the other man and almost making him fall forward.

Merlin lets out a laugh and leans back, letting Arthur's legs hold him in place. "Demanding aren't we? What else would I expect from a pratty prince?"

Arthur looks up at him and sees how glassy his eyes are, sees the strain he's taking in holding himself back. He reaches out his other hand and wraps it around Merlin's cock, grip tight with just the right amount of pressure. This time Merlin does fall forward, and with a sharp cry. He manages to catch himself on the arms of the chair and leans his forehead hard against Arthur's shoulder. Merlin's hips are pumping in time with Arthur's strokes and he's fucking Arthur's hand, soft cries of pleasure coming from him.

"Oh gods...Arthur..." Merlin starts kissing him again, sucking on his skin and licking wherever he can reach. "I can only hope...that...when I finally...fuck you...that you're this tight. Fuck. Arthur..."

With a last gasping whine Merlin comes, bucking wildly against Arthur's hand and shuddering his release through the gentle strokes Arthur is giving him.

After a few moments he pulls back and steps out of Arthur's reach. He looks seriously debauched. His shirt is askew and his breeches are painted with small splatters of come, his lips are swollen red and a faint flush is creeping up his throat.

Arthur leans his head back and lets out a pleading noise, his hand still moving back and forth along his swollen cock. "Merlin...please...please..."

Merlin smiles, that same hungry leering smile, and falls down to his knees once again. He wraps his hands around Arthur's hips and pulls him forward until he's just barely seated on the edge of the chair. One hand then reaches down and gently cups Arthur's balls, making him cry out again. His other hand trails up to Arthur's mouth and two fingers push in. "Suck."

And Arthur does, with a fervor that shows how desperate he is. He wraps his tongue around both fingers, sliding them in and out of his mouth, teeth scraping gently against them. Merlin drops his head against Arthur's thigh and moans, hand tightening around Arthur's balls. And fuck there's only so much a man can take. He pushes Merlin's fingers out and sucks in some much needed air. "Merlin please..."

He doesn't get a response. And it isn't until he feels two wet fingers running down behind his balls that he realizes Merlin's intention. He gasps out a moan and opens his legs wider, pushing his hips up to give Merlin more room. His hand is still holding his cock, but not doing much else, fingers flexing with the desire to stroke. But, he can't. It hurts too much and all he wants is release and fuck...

Merlin pushes a finger in, slowly teasing him and opening him up. Arthur has to close his eyes again, head tipped back and pushing against the chair. He loses track of time as Merlin's fingers fuck him slowly, the second one eventually joining the first. He's lost in a haze of pleasure, the ache numbing him and making him lose all sense of the world around him. He comes back when a brush of fingers against something sparks his slack body to life.

"Merlin!" Arthur pushes against Merlin's fingers, his hand tightening around his cock. He needs to come now and so help him if Merlin doesn't...Oh fuck...Whatever it is that Merlin's touching inside of him, it's making Arthur shake harder than ever. "Gods, please...please..." Arthur's crying now, ready to do anything if Merlin just gives him this.

Soft kisses are being pressed on his thigh, that sinful mouth moving closer and closer...

"Arthur, look at me." Merlin's voice is rough, needy, and Arthur opens his eyes to look down at Merlin. Fuck, what a picture he makes. "Arthur, I want to see you...I want to see you come...touch yourself. Please."

His hand obeys and starts moving against his cock in harsh strokes, his entire body quaking with the need for release now, damn it. Merlin's breath is ghosting across his cock, making it twitch under his hands. Arthur looks into Merlin's eyes, still wide and dark, and swallows hard. This is so much more than anything ever and...suddenly the lace is gone and the pressure holding his release back is gone and Merlin is licking his lips, tongue darting out to touch Arthur's cock and...

He screams loudly, too loudly perhaps, and his entire body locks up from the pleasure. It feels like it lasts forever, what with Merlin licking him gently and Merlin's fingers brushing against the something in him - and fuck there are fucking stars bursting behind his eyes and it's too much. Arthur finally calms down with a whimpering sigh, body sagging back against the chair. He feels completely boneless, undone, and all he can do is give Merlin a wobbling smile.

Merlin smiles at him, a happy grin that sets Arthur's blood flowing again, and leans up. He catches Arthur's lips with his and finally finally they are kissing and Arthur had no idea that he wanted to kiss Merlin so bad or that kissing Merlin would be so great. He doesn't let Merlin pull away for a while, holding him locked in place with a hand at his neck. Finally he lets go and smiles again at the gleam in Merlin's eyes.

The smile he's being given turns decidedly wicked as Merlin leans in again, this time to whisper against his ear. "I don't think I ever told you that you could come, my prince. Someone needs to be taught a lesson."

A hand wanders down and caresses his still sensitive cock and Arthur lets out a whimper. It's going to be a long night indeed.

|END|

I may or may not be inclined to write more of this in the future. Depending on how horny my muse gets. *g*

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