Title: Broken Barriers
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin,
Summary: Arthur learns to accept something new.
Warnings: Strong language, PWP
Word Count: 1000
Author's Notes: There is absolutely no plot to this.
Merlin tried to catch his breath, his legs still splayed, as Arthur rolled off him, settling comfortably down to one side.
“Tomorrow,” Merlin panted, finally rearranging himself into a better position, “I’m going to fuck you.”
“Yeah, right.” Arthur chuckled even as he draped an arm over Merlin. “I’m the prince: I do the fucking around here.”
Merlin tried to glare at him, but he was too content and sleepy. He yawned instead and automatically tucked his head into his lover. Arthur’s fingers carded through his hair and Merlin settled down.
But the idea didn’t leave him.
They had been sleeping together for months, but Arthur was always top. Merlin had never thought about it until now; now, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Arthur claimed it was because of his position in court that meant he had to have a certain position in bed as well. But Merlin knew what his prince was like when someone else took control and had a feeling that his lover would enjoy being on the receiving end for once.
Arthur drew him close the following evening, kissing him even as his hands ran over Merlin’s body. Merlin let it happen and the pair of them stumbled towards the bed, clothes being lost on the way.
But when Arthur hovered over him, Merlin moved.
He rolled suddenly, taking Arthur by surprise as he reversed their positions. Linking his fingers with the prince’s, he pressed Arthur’s hands into the pillow and kissed him, long and leisurely. Arthur initially fought for dominance in it, but then he relaxed, letting Merlin explore him like it was the first time all over again.
Merlin eventually wriggled down the bed, taking Arthur in his mouth. The prince’s hand rested on the back of his head and when Merlin glanced up, Arthur was biting his lip, eyes blown as he stared down at Merlin. But although he swirled his tongue in the way he knew Arthur liked, he pulled off before the prince received any relief.
“Wha-?” Arthur’s voice was hoarse and Merlin smirked in satisfaction. He rested a hand on the prince’s chest.
“I promised you something last night,” he said, quietly. Arthur’s eyes went wide.
“You won’t know unless you try.” Merlin had no intention of pushing Arthur too far; it could ruin everything. But he wanted to try something different and, already, he could see a spark of curiosity in Arthur’s eyes. Arthur wanted something different as well, but being a prince meant he didn’t think he could ask, or submit.
Arthur gave one sharp nod and Merlin rewarded him with a kiss that made both of their head’s spin.
But then he reached for Arthur’s oil, liberally coating his fingers before bending one of Arthur’s legs up towards his chest. They were usually frantic, blinded by lust by this point, but Merlin was adamant he was going to make the whole thing an experience that Arthur wouldn’t forget.
He slipped one finger in, distracting Arthur with light kisses and soft touches. He went slow, watching Arthur’s face the entire time until he had three fingers inside the prince and Arthur’s body rigid, sweat coating him.
Arthur glanced at him, and Merlin smirked before crooking his fingers. Arthur gasped, collapsing back onto the bed and fisting his hands in the sheets as Merlin continued to tease him, pushing him towards the edge without letting him fall over it.
When Arthur was squirming, Merlin removed his fingers without warning, causing the prince to swear. Merlin took himself in hand and Arthur’s eyes went wide again.
“Relax,” Merlin breathed, edging in. His hands had hold of Arthur’s hips and he had to take a moment to just breathe, adamant that he wasn’t going to move too fast. When he realised that Arthur was watching him, waiting for him, Merlin rolled his hips.
It was better than he imagined. It felt so good and it was hard keeping the pace slow.
But Arthur was a trained warrior who never did things the easy way.
He looped one leg around Merlin, pulling him closer.
“I can take it,” he whispered.
Merlin groaned, his self-control vanishing. His fingers gripped Arthur and he lost himself to the sensation of giving Arthur what he wanted, pounding in as he gave in to the animalistic desires washing through his body. Arthur cried out, but when Merlin looked at him, his face was contorted with pleasure, eyes squeezed shut and lips parted as he gulped air.
To Merlin’s delight, Arthur came first without a hand on him. Seeing him like that toppled Merlin over the edge and when he finally pulled out, it was to collapse next to his lover, chest heaving.
When he could finally breath again, Merlin propped himself up on one elbow, his fingers tracing idle patterns on Arthur’s chest.
“Well?” He asked quietly. Arthur had seemed to like it, but Merlin needed to know for sure.
“That was… a revelation.”
Merlin snorted. “I told you that you would like it.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Well, I thought it,” Merlin grumbled, resting his head on Arthur’s shoulder. “Does this mean we can take turns?”
“I’m still the prince, Merlin,” Arthur said, although Merlin could hear the fondness in his tone. “I decide.”
Merlin waited until Arthur’s own breathing had settled and sleep was stealing upon both of them.
“You never have to hide with me,” he said, hesitantly. “You can try things, say things, and it will just be between the two of us.”
There was a long silence and he didn’t think Arthur would answer.
The whisper was so quiet that Merlin wasn’t certain he heard it. It was barely more than a breath. But, still, Merlin smiled in the darkness as he pulled the covers up over them both.
Arthur admitting to knowing that he could let his defences down in front of Merlin wasn’t a revelation. But it was nice hearing him say it out loud.