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Written in the Moon, part 5

Author: Katie pelydryn77
Title: Written in the Moon, part 5
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Merlin owes Arthur a favour.
Warnings:
Word Count: 1000
Prompt: Favour/favor
Author's Notes: This is the fifth part of Written in the Moon, originally published under my old username. (If you want to know why I changed, feel free to friend me.) You can find the first parts of the story here. The story was written for Kitty, who deserves smut. This is my first attempt at writing fluffy smut. It was hard to do!


As soon as Merlin slammed the closet door, he turned to pounce on Arthur, but the prat was too quick. Before Merlin could move, Arthur had pressed him up against the door and was snogging him so fiercely Merlin briefly worried his lips would be torn off.

But he relished it. Arthur never lost control, so for him to do so now….

Arthur pressed his body into Merlin's, hard. He was still wearing his officer's uniform, and the medals hanging on the front pressed painfully into Merlin's chest. He didn't care, but it was a great reason to suggest the removal of clothing. If only he could get the clotpole to slow down for a second. 

He had to wait a seemingly impossible length of time before Arthur paused for a breath. “Arthur! You're poking me!”

Grinning mischievously, the prat pressed his groin into Merlin's. He was hard, so very hard. “I know.”

“Do me a favour and take off that uniform!”

Arthur stepped back abruptly, a suspicious gleam in his eye. Merlin had to catch himself from falling to the floor.

“No, actually, I think you're the one who owes me a favour, seeing as how you so very rudely interrupted my very important—and very expensive—wedding.”

“You're damn lucky I did, you—”

Arthur reached out and stuck his hand across Merlin's mouth. “You know, I think I heard quite enough of your insults when you were standing half-naked in front of the king.”

Gods, Merlin loved it when Arthur got bossy.

“You ready to make it up to me?”

Merlin nodded, since Arthur's hand was still firmly pressed against his lips. Oh, how he longed to suck on them… but that was not part of whatever game Arthur was playing.

“I don't want to hear another word out of that insolent little mouth of yours, you understand?” Merlin nodded again, feeling more excited by the second.

Arthur cautiously removed his hand, as if expecting Merlin to start speaking at any moment. When he remained quiet, Arthur nodded.

“Strip.”

Merlin stared at Arthur, startled at the request. Arthur was trying his best to look nonchalant, but Merlin knew him too well to believe the act.

He had to admit to himself that he had dreamed of such a moment for years. But now that it was here, he felt strangely bashful.

“Sometime this year would be preferable, Merlin.”

All right then. Once a prat, always a prat. This thought strangely helped Merlin to feel more at ease. A bit of his normal cockiness returned.

Instead of hurrying, he leant over and slowly, deliberately, undid the laces on one sneaker. He wouldn't break the rules of whatever game they were playing by speaking, but he did lift one eyebrow in a show of defiance.

Arthur stared at him, an exasperated expression on his face. Score one for Merlin.

Slowly, slowly, oh so slowly, Merlin removed his other sneaker and socks. He pulled his jeans down before his shirt, feeling inadequate, all scrawny and pale.

Merlin.” Arthur's voice was a command that could not be refused. He pulled up his shirt, inch by hesitant inch. The expression on Arthur's face was inscrutable, but at least it didn’t show any hint of distaste.

Although he had already pulled his pants down today for all and sundry, it was another matter entirely with someone watching him so intently. But at last he did. He stood there completely nude, cock erect, blushing from ear to ear. It was thoroughly different than his experience with Gwaine. Then he had been drunk, desperate, disappointed, and mostly clothed. This was a second shot at a first time, and it couldn't have been more different. Though he was still desperate, just for all the right reasons.

Arthur stood tall in his uniform, but now Merlin could see the desire in his eyes. He licked his lips, and Merlin stood up straighter, bolstered by the knowledge that Arthur wanted this as much as he did.

Arthur swallowed visibly before saying, “Turn around.” Merlin did so (slowly… oh so slowly…).

“Put your hands on the door and leave them there.”

Once he did, a heavy stillness fell over them. The anticipation made Merlin's skin break out in gooseflesh. He was trembling and closed his eyes, willing himself to be calm.

When a touch finally came, feather-light upon his shoulder, it made him shiver. His cock grew even harder, harder than he could ever remember it being…. First there was only one hand, the slightest brush of fingertips. Then more fingertips, mirroring the first, barely grazing his skin. He trembled even more, though he was not scared. Merlin thought he would go mad with want.

Eventually the fingers worked their way down to his arse. Here they pressed more firmly, separating the cheeks till they arrived in the location Merlin knew the soul mark to be. He felt Arthur's hot breath warm the sensitive skin.

Without warning, something warm and wet covered his soul mark and pulled. It was pure electricity and Merlin gasped with the shock. He pushed back, but all he found was empty air. He moaned, a piteous, desperate little whimper.

“Are you going to behave? Or will I have to stop?”

Despite the attempted bravado, Arthur's voice was broken, as if he were as desperate as Merlin. His discipline to not touch was astounding.

Merlin forced himself back to his former position and nodded his head. With that, Arthur grabbed his hips firmly and returned to sucking on the mark. Merlin felt his climax building, despite not being touched in any of the normal ways. He daren’t  make noise, but he threw his head back and tried to keep his panting breaths under control.

When firm fingers unexpectedly stroked up the length of his cock, Merlin's awareness narrowed to a single focus:

“Arthur!” he screamed as his legs collapsed underneath him. Strong arms wrapped round him, keeping him safe, and Merlin let himself fall.
Tags: c:arthur, c:merlin, p:arthur/merlin, pt 263:favor/favour, rating:nc-17, type:drabble
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