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Summary: What that scene was actually about.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Spanking, vague spoilers for S3x01 and likely won't make sense unless you've seen this tiny clip.
Word Count: ~700
Author's notes: Written formelusinahp, prompt: Merlin/Arthur spanking. Happy Birthday, lovely.
Thank you toella_bane for the lightning-fast beta.
Is your little bottom sore?
Merlin’s horse trotted over a fallen tree and jostled him in the saddle. The "ow" slipped pasted his lips before he could stop it.
Arthur huffed, unsympathetic. "Is there something wrong with you?" he said.
The prat knew exactly what was to blame. Merlin leaned forward, eyes watering as he tried to find some respite for his tender arse. "I've been on a horse all day," he replied as though that in itself was reason enough. As though they hadn’t been out riding day after day for nearly a year now on their fruitless search. As though his backside wasn’t well used to the constant rhythm of the horse and the chaff of the saddle. As if Arthur hadn’t been watching Merlin for the last three hours, watching every shift, every wince with a glint in his eye.
~
”I want you to count for me, Merlin.”
SMACK
The first was never soft and the wicked slap of Arthur's palm on Merlin's bare arse never failed to steal his breath away.
“Ten, do you think?”
SMACK
The second was worse, the momentum pushing him forward, making his hardening cock poke at Arthur's thigh.
“You’ll still be able to ride out tomorrow.” – SMACK – “But you’ll think of me with every step your mare takes, won’t you?”
~
"Is your little bottom sore?" Arthur teased, loud enough for the knights to hear. One of them chuckled, missing the joke by half.
~
”Look at that skinny arse of yours all red and prettied up for me.” – SMACK – “You are a sight.”
~
"Yes. It's not as fat as yours." Merlin had to bite his cheek to hide his grin.
"You know you have a lot of nerve… for a wimp." And he knew by Arthur's tone that he had just earned himself at least two extra that evening.
~
”I love you like this, that stupid neckerchief stuffed in your mouth.” – SMACK – “Making you hold your tongue.” – SMACK – “It’s the only way to get you to show me any deference.”
~
The pounding rhythm of the ride did nothing to keep the memory from flooding back to him, Arthur’s teasing voice only adding to it. Merlin’s face flamed as his cock began to fill. He snuck a peek at Arthur but couldn’t catch even a blush on his cheeks. He hated how stoic Arthur could manage to be before his knights while Merlin seemed to wear every emotion on his sleeve. He decided to push. "Well, I may be a wimp but at least I'm not a dollophead."
Arthur caught his eye then, a flash of promise that disappeared in the mist. "There is no such word."
"It's idiomatic."
"It's what?"
Oh Arthur, Merlin thought, you make it too easy. "You need to be more in touch with the people."
~
”Look at you loving this.” – SMACK – “What are we at? You haven’t lost count have you?”
Arthur reached up and tugged the worn cloth from Merlin’s mouth. "Well? How many, Merlin?"
Merlin didn’t look back, didn’t want Arthur to see the blotchy red of his cheeks. “Seven,” he rasped and before Arthur could mock-praise him or feign surprise at the correct answer, he added, “Hog-wit.”
“Hog-wit? Really, Merlin?”
Merlin opened his mouth to explain in detail why it worked perfectly as an insult when Arthur shoved the neckerchief back in his mouth.
~
"Describe dollophead," Arthur asked, though Merlin knew he was just setting up for another parry.
"In two words?" Merlin didn't miss a beat. It was easy, familiar. Foreplay.
"Yeah."
~
“New rule.” –SMACK – “Ridiculous, made-up words used to insult the crown prince earns you an extra five.” – SMACK.
“Last one.” Merlin writhed across Arthur’s lap in anticipation until the final – SMACK. “Some days, I think you rile me on purpose.” Arthur’s hot hand rested on Merlin’s abused bottom, somewhere between a threat and a tease. “But that couldn’t be right, could it?” He flipped Merlin over so Merlin could see the laughter in his eyes just before the gag was dropped and their lips met.
“Never, Sire.” Merlin grinned, grinding his aching cock across Arthur’s thigh. “I really do think you’re a hog-wit.” He was breathless with laughter and unable to defend himself as Arthur tackled him to the bed with a growl.
~
Merlin paused just long enough for effect then drawled out the answer, "Prince Arthur." He knew it would be well remembered come nightfall.
~fin~
Author:
marguerite_26Summary: What that scene was actually about.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Spanking, vague spoilers for S3x01 and likely won't make sense unless you've seen this tiny clip.
Word Count: ~700
Author's notes: Written for
melusinahp, prompt: Merlin/Arthur spanking. Happy Birthday, lovely.Thank you to
ella_bane for the lightning-fast beta.Is your little bottom sore?
Merlin’s horse trotted over a fallen tree and jostled him in the saddle. The "ow" slipped pasted his lips before he could stop it.
Arthur huffed, unsympathetic. "Is there something wrong with you?" he said.
The prat knew exactly what was to blame. Merlin leaned forward, eyes watering as he tried to find some respite for his tender arse. "I've been on a horse all day," he replied as though that in itself was reason enough. As though they hadn’t been out riding day after day for nearly a year now on their fruitless search. As though his backside wasn’t well used to the constant rhythm of the horse and the chaff of the saddle. As if Arthur hadn’t been watching Merlin for the last three hours, watching every shift, every wince with a glint in his eye.
”I want you to count for me, Merlin.”
SMACK
The first was never soft and the wicked slap of Arthur's palm on Merlin's bare arse never failed to steal his breath away.
“Ten, do you think?”
SMACK
The second was worse, the momentum pushing him forward, making his hardening cock poke at Arthur's thigh.
“You’ll still be able to ride out tomorrow.” – SMACK – “But you’ll think of me with every step your mare takes, won’t you?”
"Is your little bottom sore?" Arthur teased, loud enough for the knights to hear. One of them chuckled, missing the joke by half.
”Look at that skinny arse of yours all red and prettied up for me.” – SMACK – “You are a sight.”
"Yes. It's not as fat as yours." Merlin had to bite his cheek to hide his grin.
"You know you have a lot of nerve… for a wimp." And he knew by Arthur's tone that he had just earned himself at least two extra that evening.
”I love you like this, that stupid neckerchief stuffed in your mouth.” – SMACK – “Making you hold your tongue.” – SMACK – “It’s the only way to get you to show me any deference.”
The pounding rhythm of the ride did nothing to keep the memory from flooding back to him, Arthur’s teasing voice only adding to it. Merlin’s face flamed as his cock began to fill. He snuck a peek at Arthur but couldn’t catch even a blush on his cheeks. He hated how stoic Arthur could manage to be before his knights while Merlin seemed to wear every emotion on his sleeve. He decided to push. "Well, I may be a wimp but at least I'm not a dollophead."
Arthur caught his eye then, a flash of promise that disappeared in the mist. "There is no such word."
"It's idiomatic."
"It's what?"
Oh Arthur, Merlin thought, you make it too easy. "You need to be more in touch with the people."
”Look at you loving this.” – SMACK – “What are we at? You haven’t lost count have you?”
Arthur reached up and tugged the worn cloth from Merlin’s mouth. "Well? How many, Merlin?"
Merlin didn’t look back, didn’t want Arthur to see the blotchy red of his cheeks. “Seven,” he rasped and before Arthur could mock-praise him or feign surprise at the correct answer, he added, “Hog-wit.”
“Hog-wit? Really, Merlin?”
Merlin opened his mouth to explain in detail why it worked perfectly as an insult when Arthur shoved the neckerchief back in his mouth.
"Describe dollophead," Arthur asked, though Merlin knew he was just setting up for another parry.
"In two words?" Merlin didn't miss a beat. It was easy, familiar. Foreplay.
"Yeah."
“New rule.” –SMACK – “Ridiculous, made-up words used to insult the crown prince earns you an extra five.” – SMACK.
“Last one.” Merlin writhed across Arthur’s lap in anticipation until the final – SMACK. “Some days, I think you rile me on purpose.” Arthur’s hot hand rested on Merlin’s abused bottom, somewhere between a threat and a tease. “But that couldn’t be right, could it?” He flipped Merlin over so Merlin could see the laughter in his eyes just before the gag was dropped and their lips met.
“Never, Sire.” Merlin grinned, grinding his aching cock across Arthur’s thigh. “I really do think you’re a hog-wit.” He was breathless with laughter and unable to defend himself as Arthur tackled him to the bed with a growl.
Merlin paused just long enough for effect then drawled out the answer, "Prince Arthur." He knew it would be well remembered come nightfall.