He’d almost forgotten they weren’t alone. Almost lost himself to the feel of Merlin’s arms and the lazy-paced frotting that Merlin loved so much. Then Merlin’s breath caught. He stilled and Arthur blinked back to the moment. Gwaine was settled behind Merlin. A pot of salve lay next to Arthur’s foot.
“Don’t let me interrupt,” Gwaine said with a wink, then Arthur saw his arm flex in a slow, distinct pump and Merlin’s breath hitched again.
Arthur felt his cheeks flush. He looked to Merlin, his eyes squeezed shut and his breathing ragged. He looked fantastic. Arthur’s cock twitched. He hadn’t expected it to be like this, a confusing mixture of painful and erotic and frustrating. But watching Merlin’s face, saw the blotchy pink of his neck as another man worked him open made Arthur’s skin tingle. He was hyper-aware of every sound Merlin made, that it wasn’t him that was drawing those whimpers from Merlin. It made him want to tear Gwaine throat out or possibly come all over Merlin in some insane marking ritual.
Merlin was thrust forward, likely another finger being worked in. He buried his face into the crook of Arthur’s neck and kneened. The drag of Arthur’s cock along Merlin’s hot, damp belly was pure torture.
Re: rough snippet part 7
Date: 2010-10-07 02:15 am (UTC)He’d almost forgotten they weren’t alone. Almost lost himself to the feel of Merlin’s arms and the lazy-paced frotting that Merlin loved so much. Then Merlin’s breath caught. He stilled and Arthur blinked back to the moment. Gwaine was settled behind Merlin. A pot of salve lay next to Arthur’s foot.
“Don’t let me interrupt,” Gwaine said with a wink, then Arthur saw his arm flex in a slow, distinct pump and Merlin’s breath hitched again.
Arthur felt his cheeks flush. He looked to Merlin, his eyes squeezed shut and his breathing ragged. He looked fantastic. Arthur’s cock twitched. He hadn’t expected it to be like this, a confusing mixture of painful and erotic and frustrating. But watching Merlin’s face, saw the blotchy pink of his neck as another man worked him open made Arthur’s skin tingle. He was hyper-aware of every sound Merlin made, that it wasn’t him that was drawing those whimpers from Merlin. It made him want to tear Gwaine throat out or possibly come all over Merlin in some insane marking ritual.
Merlin was thrust forward, likely another finger being worked in. He buried his face into the crook of Arthur’s neck and kneened. The drag of Arthur’s cock along Merlin’s hot, damp belly was pure torture.