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"You. Are. Such. A. Prat," Merlin punctuates each word with a thrust of his hips and tugging Arthur's ear with his teeth, making him shiver. Pushing down the prince's shoulders to gain leverage, he thrusts harder, eliciting a loud moan from Arthur's lips.
Sweat drips from Merlin's temples as he feels Arthur tightening around his length buried deep within him. Biting his lip, he slows his pace and continues to grind down on that spot that makes the prince damn incoherent.
" Fuck, Merlin," Arthur sounds breathless against the pillows trying to hide whatever comes out of his mouth. Belatedly, he realizes the prince is close from the moans rising in pitch and hands tightening around the blankets.
All Merlin can think about is being enveloped in his prince's tight heat and giving the prat a reason not to walk and maybe sleep all day so he won't have to deal with the chores Arthur gives him.
Right as he's about to scoot back to pull the prince's hips up to get to his cock, Arthur presses the side of his face into the pillow and lets out the most obscene moan that will never leave Merlin's mind and he will be sure to remember it in the future when he takes himself in hand.
His face is flush with pleasure, and drool drips from his lips as he shudders from coming. Completely untouched.
Merlin feels a new heat rise within his gut and feels himself hardened more.
Arthur is oblivious till he comes back to his senses and looks at Merlin in the corner of his eye, his lashes casting a subtle shadow over his cheeks, breathing heavily.
Arthur looks ethereal post orgasm with his hair tousled, eyes dark, and still shuddering. He looks so lax and completely malleable to Merlin's whims.
"Gods," Merlin swears. Arthur only has a split second to register before he is flipped to his back, his legs pushed to his chest with a pillow under his hips.
"Merlin!" Arthur yells, startled. "Would you just -" he stops with a gasp as Merlin sheaths himself inside him again. "I just came you - fuck! "
Merlin chuckles darkly, "Yes sire, that is the point." Arthur has no time to retort when Merlin slams back into him, directly hitting the spot that makes him see stars. All Arthur can do is hold onto the sheets as his eyes roll back.
Seeing Arthur coming just from his cock did something to Merlin, a sort of possessiveness of giving his prince all he needs to be satisfied. Having Arthur trapped beneath him and taking everything Merlin gives him has the warlock snapping his hips faster into the prince, making him shout and scramble to hold onto his servant.
Merlin loves to see Arthur come undone, but he wants to see it again and face to face this time. He smirks as he sees the prince's eyes cross from under his fluttering lashes.
Merlin looks down to where they are connected and can't help but moan his approval. Every time he pulls out, he feels Arthur trying to suck him back in, a whine escaping the prince's lips when his pace slows, and when he bottoms out he can see a bulge forming on the prince's stomach. "So deep in you Arthur," he groans, getting lost in the feeling and seeing himself poke through from Arthur's stomach.
A shiver runs up Merlin's spine when he thinks of easily plunging himself into Arthur whenever the prince needs and wants. He hears Arthur moan so loud he thinks that if someone passes by, they will hear what is happening inside the prince's chambers.
"You would like that, wouldn't you, Arthur?" Merlin grins, realizing he might have said that part out loud and Arthur loving the idea. He's right when Arthur nods furiously, eyes shut as he just feels Merlin rocking into him. He releases Arthur's knees from his chest and instead glides and grabs Arthur's thighs, pulling them to his chest and having both legs over his shoulders. "I'd have to keep a bottle of oil on me at all times, and to be at your beck and call for this? I would gladly come running, sire." Merlin groans when he feels Arthur tighten around him and can't help but snap his hips again in the heat.
"You already should - be," Arthur gasps around a pointed thrust to his prostate.
"You know how stubborn I am, my lord," Merlin says, his lips lifting up into a smile, placing a kiss on his knee. Suddenly, an idea strikes him, making his thrust stop completely. He hears Arthur whine and grab his hands that hold his thighs. hushing him, he continues a lazy rhythm. "You feel how big I am Arthur?" He nods, "Had to work you up to four to not hurt you." Arthur's brows are scrunched in an effort to concentrate on his words. He appreciates the gesture.
"What if we get something to always keep you open? I could slide into you with almost no effort at all." Arthur's eyes are on him, and they visibly darken. Merlin takes in a breathless gasp when he sees it.
Merlin eyes travel down, and Arthur is again hard, twitching, leaking, pooling onto his stomach, and at Merlin's words, he sees it jump and more come spills from the head. Merlin looks up at Arthur's face and is greeted by the sight of him with his mouth open in a silent moan and shuddering as his head falls back to the pillow. "Love that, don't you, Arthur." A hard snap of his hips has Arthur yelp and shake. His lips are in between his teeth and red from him, biting them.
"Yes," another hard thrust of his hips has Arthur's legs shaking.
"Look at you," Merlin whispers. Sliding his hand to Arthur's chest, he feels his breath stutter into a groan. "You just came, I'm barely moving, and you're already on the edge."
A sob wrenches from Arthur's throat as Merlin again snaps his hips, only to relax again to a slow back and forth. " Mer lin!" Arthur cries, but it has a gasping quality to it, a desperate sound Merlin all too much enjoys.
"So pretty like this Arthur, on my cock, on these sheets." Staring down at Arthur looking gone he knows he himself looks the same. The flush to his face travels all the way to his chest, making Merlin rock faster into the man, knowing he did that.
Lowering his legs he instead grabs at Arthur's hips to lean down, Merlin bites and sucks bruises to his neck as he starts grinding his hips, feeling close to burst. He doesn't have to last long. He can feel Arthur's heart race and breathing quiken, so he brings Arthur's lips to his, licking into his mouth in a gentle caress. Arthur moans low and loud as he can with his mouth already covered with Merlin's and comes. his stomach to his chin is splattered with his release.
Arthur bites his lips, and in a rasp, he says, "In me." Who is Merlin to refuse? Thrusting a few times his vision whites out from holding on for so long, keeping his hips flush with Arthur's shapely arse. His head is between neck and shoulder, biting again into his flesh enough to leave a dent but not draw blood. Shivers wrack his body.
Gods, he just fucked the prince and came in him. He groans at the thought, and his hips twitch forward, feeling himself hard again .
" Merlin !" He keeps nipping at Arthur's neck. "How do you expect me to hide these marks - and why are you -?" Cut off with an intake of air. Merlin can't help but moan when Arthur tightens around him.
"Feel so good, Arthur," he purrs, feeling drunk on the feeling of the man. "Think you can go one more time?" Merlin nips his jaw as he continues to move his cock deeper.
"You are insatiable. "