Not sure how much of this will end up in the final piece... but porn for you! :D
Arthur knew what was coming next. He’d agreed to it, of course. He and Merlin had talked it through and yes, they were okay with Gwaine’s request. It could even be a special memory, they’d said. Except now Arthur was pinned beneath Merlin’s weight and Gwaine was readying his cock to slide into Merlin. And Arthur could do nothing but watch. The room was suddenly too hot. He should have opened a window. Merlin was breathing, hot and wet at his neck. The room felt like it was closing in on him.
Then suddenly the weight was gone. Merlin was sitting up, letting Gwaine hand’s direct him until he’d manoeuvred himself to be straddling Arthur’s hips. Arthur didn't understand. “What are-“
“My reward, my rules,” was all Gwaine said before he positioned Merlin to kneeling with Merlin’s elbows leaning on the headboard above Arthur.
Merlin gasped. The mattress began to shift beneath Arthur with Gwaine’s slow, measured thrusts. Arthur focused on Merlin, watching the blush of his neck spread lower with each push in.
“Merlin, you feel amazing.” Gwaine stilled, letting his head fall to Merlin’s shoulder as he caught his breath. “I knew you would. God, I could tell the moment I saw you.”
“Shut up.” Merlin’s laugh was more of a broken gasp. “You’re as bad as Arthur.”
“Like Arthur? We can’t have that.”Gwaine moaned into his first thrusts as the bed began to rock. “There’s only one Arthur. Golden boy of Camelot. Loved by all.”
“Gwaine.” Merlin admonished and the room fell silent but for the thud of the headboard and the slap of flesh. Merlin’s cock bounced against Arthur’s stomach with each thrust.
It didn’t last long, though. It was almost a relief when Gwaine began again. “God, Merlin. What you do to me.” He caught Arthur’s eye. “He’s amazing, isn’t he, Arthur?”
Arthur’s cheeks burned, biting his tongue to remain silent. If he spoke now his voice would be thick with bitterness, revealing more than he wanted to.
“Does he make these sounds for you?” Gwaine went on, laughter in each teasing question. “Do you get to hear this every night, you lucky prat?”
“You like the sound of your own voice quite a lot.”
Above him, Merlin snickered.
“Yes. Yes, I do.” The bed shook as Gwaine slammed in hard. “It’s been my faithful companion for as long as I can remember. We don’t all have such pretty bedwarmers to amuse us on cold winter nights.”
“Why do I imagine that you have no shortage of bedwarmers?” Merlin asked over his shoulder.
It was Arthur’s turn to snicker. He reached up and trailed a finger along Merlin’s cheekbone then down his lips. Merlin opened to suck Arthur’s index finger until his tongue flicked Arthur’s ring. And Arthur’s cock twitched, begging for attention. He almost felt sorry of Gwaine. One day he’d be gone and Merlin would still be here with Arthur.
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rough snippet part 9
Date: 2010-10-08 03:11 pm (UTC)Arthur knew what was coming next. He’d agreed to it, of course. He and Merlin had talked it through and yes, they were okay with Gwaine’s request. It could even be a special memory, they’d said. Except now Arthur was pinned beneath Merlin’s weight and Gwaine was readying his cock to slide into Merlin. And Arthur could do nothing but watch. The room was suddenly too hot. He should have opened a window. Merlin was breathing, hot and wet at his neck. The room felt like it was closing in on him.
Then suddenly the weight was gone. Merlin was sitting up, letting Gwaine hand’s direct him until he’d manoeuvred himself to be straddling Arthur’s hips. Arthur didn't understand. “What are-“
“My reward, my rules,” was all Gwaine said before he positioned Merlin to kneeling with Merlin’s elbows leaning on the headboard above Arthur.
Merlin gasped. The mattress began to shift beneath Arthur with Gwaine’s slow, measured thrusts. Arthur focused on Merlin, watching the blush of his neck spread lower with each push in.
“Merlin, you feel amazing.” Gwaine stilled, letting his head fall to Merlin’s shoulder as he caught his breath. “I knew you would. God, I could tell the moment I saw you.”
“Shut up.” Merlin’s laugh was more of a broken gasp. “You’re as bad as Arthur.”
“Like Arthur? We can’t have that.”Gwaine moaned into his first thrusts as the bed began to rock. “There’s only one Arthur. Golden boy of Camelot. Loved by all.”
“Gwaine.” Merlin admonished and the room fell silent but for the thud of the headboard and the slap of flesh. Merlin’s cock bounced against Arthur’s stomach with each thrust.
It didn’t last long, though. It was almost a relief when Gwaine began again. “God, Merlin. What you do to me.” He caught Arthur’s eye. “He’s amazing, isn’t he, Arthur?”
Arthur’s cheeks burned, biting his tongue to remain silent. If he spoke now his voice would be thick with bitterness, revealing more than he wanted to.
“Does he make these sounds for you?” Gwaine went on, laughter in each teasing question. “Do you get to hear this every night, you lucky prat?”
“You like the sound of your own voice quite a lot.”
Above him, Merlin snickered.
“Yes. Yes, I do.” The bed shook as Gwaine slammed in hard. “It’s been my faithful companion for as long as I can remember. We don’t all have such pretty bedwarmers to amuse us on cold winter nights.”
“Why do I imagine that you have no shortage of bedwarmers?” Merlin asked over his shoulder.
It was Arthur’s turn to snicker. He reached up and trailed a finger along Merlin’s cheekbone then down his lips. Merlin opened to suck Arthur’s index finger until his tongue flicked Arthur’s ring. And Arthur’s cock twitched, begging for attention. He almost felt sorry of Gwaine. One day he’d be gone and Merlin would still be here with Arthur.