Title: Under the open sky
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur, Merlin/Arthur/Knights
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Knights
Summary: Having gotten naked, our heroes get it on.
Warnings: Group sex
Word Count: 406
Prompt: #15 Confessions
Author's Notes: Sequel to “Like children in the mirror”(#14 Reflection).
Within days of becoming Arthur’s servant, Merlin had realised that this might just be what he had been born to do. Of course he ached for the respect that his powerful magic should have afforded him, but he would always use his magic to serve. For justice, for Albion, for Arthur. He hoped he would not be a servant all his life, but he would serve, it was simply who he was.
As Leon and Lancelot pulled him down towards the water, Merlin saw lust and anticipation shining in the waiting men’s eyes, and his own awkwardness evaporated. He wanted to reach out and worship Camelot’s best men, to feel them hard and trembling under his hands. He wanted to give them pleasure.
They wouldn’t let him, though. Somehow he ended up surrounded.
“So good of you to join us, Merlin,” Arthur said, arms crossed over his chest and devious smirk firmly in place.
“Yeah,” Merlin agreed breathlessly, smiling and hoping he wasn’t about to be-
Too many hands to defend against gripped his arms and legs and the world turned upside down before the water closed over him. He allowed himself a moment to look up through the mirror and see the distorted images of Camelot’s most incorrigible. Then he twisted himself around and grabbed Arthur’s ankles. He wished he could have seen the look on Arthur’s face when Merlin swallowed around his cock.
By the time he surfaced for air, Arthur was glassy-eyed and red-faced, holding on to Lancelot for balance. Merlin breathed in great gulps and couldn’t stop grinning. The other men had already busied themselves. Gwaine and Elyan seemed content to kiss and kiss and kiss, while Leon was being taken apart by Percival’s large, competent hands.
Arthur took Merlin by the hand and pulled him close jealously. “Don’t get too excited. I want your eyes on me, Merlin.”
“They always have been,” Merlin confessed.
A pleased sound rumbled in Arthur’s chest. He fumbled behind him to find and secure Lancelot, who reached past Arthur’s hips to grip Merlin’s waist and thus trap their King between them.
“Like this,” Arthur said, satisfied, and then he leaned forward, and kissed Merlin.
Merlin found an answer to his confession in that kiss, a silent return of devotion and a need long reigned in, and he deepened the kiss with every intention of licking every one of Arthur’s secrets out of his mouth.