![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marguerite_26For ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kim47
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Prompt: Moustache
Word Count: 222
It tickled the tender skin of his thighs as Arthur kissed his way from his knee, up to that sensitive fold where his leg met his groin. It scratched at Merlin’s balls as Arthur dipped lower, spreading Merlin’s legs wide. Arthur soothed them with a lick.
“Fuck that stupid thing!”
Arthur chuckled, a dark rumble. “You love it.” He kissed the words into Merlin’s inner thigh, lifted him up enough to slip a pillow under his arse.
“Fuck.” Merlin elongated the word, stretching it to last.
“Yeah.” Arthur settled on his stomach. He winked when Merlin craned his neck for a look. “You love it.”
Merlin covered his eyes with his forearm; better that than admit anything to Arthur. He was insufferable with just assumptions. The first kiss made his breath catch. The prickle of coarse hair at his sensitive rim sent sparks shooting up his spine, curled his toes. “Bastard.”
His hole fluttered, waiting for the next sensation. Then Arthur’s tongue pressed in, slick and wet, pushing inside.
“More.” Merlin choked on the word please, stopping it before it could slip out.
Arthur didn’t tear his mouth away to answer. He kissed again and again, his clever tongue, soft lips and teasing moustache, working Merlin into a frenzy.
Merlin came suddenly, untouched, spurting filthy over his stomach.
“Yeah, you love it.”
Forlukita
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Prompt: Innocent
Word Count: 50
Arthur touched the delicate petal of the daisy, rubbing it gently between his forefinger and thumb. “What are these for?” Arthur asked, hopeful.
“I found a field-full this morning.” Merlin flushed, not meeting Arthur’s eyes. “I thought they were pretty.”
“They are.” Arthur smiled, leaning in to catch the scent.
kim47Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Prompt: Moustache
Word Count: 222
It tickled the tender skin of his thighs as Arthur kissed his way from his knee, up to that sensitive fold where his leg met his groin. It scratched at Merlin’s balls as Arthur dipped lower, spreading Merlin’s legs wide. Arthur soothed them with a lick.
“Fuck that stupid thing!”
Arthur chuckled, a dark rumble. “You love it.” He kissed the words into Merlin’s inner thigh, lifted him up enough to slip a pillow under his arse.
“Fuck.” Merlin elongated the word, stretching it to last.
“Yeah.” Arthur settled on his stomach. He winked when Merlin craned his neck for a look. “You love it.”
Merlin covered his eyes with his forearm; better that than admit anything to Arthur. He was insufferable with just assumptions. The first kiss made his breath catch. The prickle of coarse hair at his sensitive rim sent sparks shooting up his spine, curled his toes. “Bastard.”
His hole fluttered, waiting for the next sensation. Then Arthur’s tongue pressed in, slick and wet, pushing inside.
“More.” Merlin choked on the word please, stopping it before it could slip out.
Arthur didn’t tear his mouth away to answer. He kissed again and again, his clever tongue, soft lips and teasing moustache, working Merlin into a frenzy.
Merlin came suddenly, untouched, spurting filthy over his stomach.
“Yeah, you love it.”
For
lukitaPairing: Arthur/Merlin
Prompt: Innocent
Word Count: 50
Arthur touched the delicate petal of the daisy, rubbing it gently between his forefinger and thumb. “What are these for?” Arthur asked, hopeful.
“I found a field-full this morning.” Merlin flushed, not meeting Arthur’s eyes. “I thought they were pretty.”
“They are.” Arthur smiled, leaning in to catch the scent.