weatherfeatherTitle: Harvest Festival part 3/4
Rating: E
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: Arthur attends an Ealdor harvest festival with Merlin.
Warnings: porn
Word Count: 552
Prompt: #260 art + "harvest festival"
Author's Notes: canon era
Arthur takes hold of Merlin through the cloth with the hand in Merlin's grip. That grip falls away as Merlin's hand finds the ground again for support.
Without letting go, Arthur positions himself behind Merlin and to the side to get a better angle.
Arthur tries to let go to move the cloth that was Merlin's only clothing for the performance, but he finds that he can't let go. It seems that he entered into a contract that will force him to see it through. So, he gets closer and brings his other hand around the other side of Merlin's waist so he can pull the cloth up and back. The magic allows this.
Once Arthur has a grip of skin on skin, he moves his hand down and back in the way he usually does for himself. He slowly loosens his grip on Merlin as he goes to allow the flesh to bunch and stretch and do some of the work.
Merlin responds well to Arthur's tactics. Arthur has Merlin pushing into Arthur's fist in just a few minutes.
They seem to stall in their jerking and thrusting motions for a while. Merlin is panting heavily like he wants to finish but can't, and Arthur is focused on helping Merlin although he is not unaffected.
Arthur isn't sure what the magic is going to require, so he changes his position so that he can get his mouth around Merlin.
Merlin cries out and jerks harshly inside Arthur's mouth. Arthur expects to choke, but Merlin spills no seed. Merlin's hips have regained their rhythm, and he continues to thrust into Arthur's mouth.
Arthur's jaw begins to ache, and he tries to get out from under Merlin. Because he's against the ground and Merlin is out of his head with lust, it takes several more thrusts before Arthur can manage to grip Merlin's length with one hand and shove his hips far enough away with the other, though. He coughs a few times and then scoots out from under Merlin to get back to his earlier position.
There is more jerking, thrusting, moaning, panting, heated air, sweaty skin, and urges coming from himself that Arthur still doesn't want to address, and still the magic that has hold of Merlin has not been satisfied.
Arthur gets an idea to help push Merlin to finish. He keeps jerking Merlin with one hand while he reaches the other down to try to squeeze the release out of Merlin's balls. He gets a good grip, and then slowly clenches his hand down around them.
Merlin's panting turns to short moans that get slightly louder as Arthur's grip gets tighter and tighter. As Arthur thinks he's going to crush Merlin if he goes any further, his efforts finally pay off. Merlin's release this time spurts and spills out of him, and Arthur does his best to direct it at the ground.
Merlin's motions come to a halt, and Arthur hopes that this means the magic is satisfied.
Merlin lifts his head slightly, and the antler crown slips down toward the ground. Merlin brings a shaking arm up to pull it off, and it slides the rest of the way off and lands in the dirt.
With a choked-off laugh, Merlin falls over onto his side on the ground.