Title: The Night
Character/s: Merlin, Mordred, Arthur, Cenred
Summary: Mordred was on a date, until he got stolen away.
Warnings: PURE PWP. Sexual content. Threesome.
Word Count: 600
Prompt: "Blind Date" for camelot_drabble
Author's Notes: Unbeated. Written very late at night. OMG, Idk.
Mordred nearly cried out his orgasm as Merlin's face was buried in his arse, his tongue plunging in and out of his hole, and Arthur whispering hot, sweet nothings in his ear.
He couldn't believe his blind date from hell had turned into something just so fucking brilliant.
He'd showed up at the pub at the time told, and the man supposed to meet him was over thirty minutes late. As Mordred had waited, he'd struck up a friendly conversation with the bloke next to him who was waiting for his boyfriend.
Merlin, his name was Merlin, he'd found out later. Later when Cenred, Mordred's date had showed up and was nothing but a complete arse. First, he thought Merlin was Mordred, and went off about how hot he was, and when Merlin had politely corrected him, he'd given so much attitude to Mordred as if it was his fault Cenred had been confused.
As soon as Merlin's boyfriend, Arthur, had got there, Merlin and Arthur had made sure to drive Cenred away. Mordred, as thankful as he had been for his new friends to save him from his date from hell, had been sad about yet another date failing spectacularly.
That was when Merlin and Arthur invited him to a party, and Mordred had willingly accepted.
And now here he was. His face buried in the pillow at Arthur's flat, while Arthur stroked his cock and Merlin fucked him. He'd no idea how things had escalated so quickly, and nor was he going to know now if this was a momentary thing or something that might happen again.
Mordred simply decided to make the best of it and enjoy his night.
Right when Merlin was getting ready to enter him, he moved Mordred back so Mordred could be face to face with Arthur's cock. He went to town with his tongue on Arthur, showing his gratitude for the best night of his life while Merlin pounded in and out of him.
This was brilliant. It really was. As Arthur raked his fingers through Mordred's hair, he bucked his hips up, fucking Mordred's mouth. When Mordred looked up to lock eyes with ARthur, Arthur was smiling down at him.
"You're so good..." he whispered, deep and low, and it was Merlin moaning behind him.
"Love it when you talk like that..." Merlin said, his fingers digging deep into Mordred's skin.
Arthur came first, spilling himself in Mordred's mouth as Mordred swallowed him down, and then it was Merlin, filling the condom as he continued with small thrusts in and out of him. When Merlin pulled out, Arthur returned his attention to Mordred's cock, stroking him gently.
"You're beautiful, you know," he said to Mordred; turning to face Merlin and kissing him. "Isn't he?"
"Gorgeous," replied Merlin.
"You two are the beautiful ones..." Mordred gasped, Arthur's grasp tight on his erection--his wrist turning this way and that, trying to get him off.
"Will you stay the night?" Merlin asked when Mordred had nearly screamed out his orgasm for the second time that night.
"Do you really want me to?" Mordred asked, hating the way he sounded so insecure.
Arthur, who had disappeared for a few brief seconds, returned. He had a warm wash cloth in his hand and they helped clean Mordred up first, before paying attention to each other. They worked like a beautiful machine and Mordred wanted nothing more than being a part of their routine.
"I'd like to stay..." he said and Merlin grinned at him.
He fell asleep in between the two gorgeous men, thanking his luck.
The Night Continues...