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I think it's a good day for another one word prompt fest. Due to cold medication I make no claims to any of the words I write making any sense but that's never stopped me before. and just feel like having a bit of fun and hope you'll join me!

So.

Link to previous such posts if you aren't familiar with the idea

Comment with two characters and a one word prompt.

1) See a prompt you like? write it!!! word count is not an issue - this is a distraction/writing exercise. Just have fun. paragraphs and sentences are still awesome fills.

2) Drawbles are awesomesauce!

3) Multiple drabble-like comment porns are welcome. If a prompt's been written, it can be written again.

4) If you see a little fic/paragraph/comment thingy that you like, feel free to write a continuation of it.

Let's just have some fun. Don't be shy.

[As with pretty much anything in this journal, all fandoms welcome but you'll likely get most attention for Merlin and Harry Potter]

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vlorahp

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marguerite_26

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faithwood

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vlorahp

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vlorahp

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otta_ff

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Uther/Merlin - young

Merlin is whatever age you want him to be in this.

Merlin woke with a start. His skin was tight and hot, a sudden shock of pain snapping him out of his lazy dream. The sun was low now in the sky, and a long shadow creep across his chest. He blinked up to recognize Mr. Pendragon down at him.

“Shit.” Merlin gasped. Then upon seeing Mr. Pendragon’s disapproving look, he quickly sat up. “Sorry!” Shaking off the mortification of swearing in front of an adult – Arthur’s father, who never failed to make Merlin feel inconsequential, young and unrefined. He looked around to pool area, confused. “I must have fallen asleep.”

“Clearly.” Uther said, a little amused smile tugging at his lips. “And where is my son?”

“Yeah.” Merlin shook his head, trying to remember, and hissed as his skin protested each movement. His thighs were pink and tender, and he knew from experience that tomorrow it would be blistering, red and unbearable. He was going to kill Arthur. “He left –“ Merlin looked at the pink light of sunset in the sky. “I don’t know, hours ago? Sophia called and he went inside to take the call in private. And I fell asleep.”

“You’ve got quite a burn.” Uther knelt at Merlin’s side, his hand a light touch on Merlin’s cheek. His voice was rough as he said, “Come with me. I have some salve for that.”

Merlin watched Uther walk to the door to the main house without looking back. He was a man that never questioned if his requests would be followed. Merlin stood, not about to change that perception today.

will continue this soon.

To Merlin’s surprise, Mr. Pendragon led him up the back stairs that lead to the master bedroom. He’d never been shown this part of the house, and had only seen Arthur peek up the steps to see if his father’s door was shut before putting the raunchy movie they’d rented into the DVD player.

The carpet was plush beneath his bare feet. Surrounded by the opulence of ornately carved stairwell, the fine antique pieces in the hallway made him feel completely out of place in nothing but his swim trunks. He wished he’d grabbed his towel at least. These trunks were short, cut high on his thigh like a young boys. He’d been embarrassed to swim beside Arthur, who wore swim trunks that where nearly to his knee. Not to mention Arthur’d hit his growth spurt and had woken up one day last spring with broad shoulders and nearly a full stone on Merlin.

They entered Mr. Pendragon’s bedroom. The air conditioning was on high, and he crossed his hands over his chest to hide the hard peaks of his nipples.

“Have a seat on the bed, Merlin.” His voice was soft, different. He was in his ensuite bath, searching through one of the cupboards. “You burn easily, don’t you? You should be more careful.”

“Yes, sir.” Merlin sat on the bed, trembling from nerves, the sudden temperature change and possibly a bit of heat stroke.

I'm kind of digging this innocent!Merlin...

mmm yeah, hope you continue this, anon :)

“This should help,” Mr. Pendragon said as he re-entered the room, a small white bottle in his hand. “I picked this up in Italy last time I was there. It’s to be applied as soon as you step out of the sun.”

Merlin read the label on the bottle: Dopo Sole. The entire thing was written in Italian. It looked very posh, bought in Italylast time he happened to be there. He knew Arthur’s dad travelled a lot, popping around the globe like it was nothing. Merlin’s mother couldn’t even afford to buy him a new bathing suit when he complained how skinny he looked in these short trunks. “You don’t need to use that on me, sir. I can just head home and my mother will--”

“Nonsense, Merlin,” Mr Pendragon said, leaning in close enough that Melin could smell the sharpness of his cologne. It made his stomach twist in a way it shouldn’t. “I was my son’s fault that you received such a burn. He should not have abandoned you like that. As his car is no longer in the drive, I can only assume he’s run off to meet with that new girlfriend of his. I feel responsible.”

“Oh.” Arthur had left him, had completely forgotten he was there. Merlin chest felt tight. “I have no way home.”

“We’ll worry about that after, all right?” Mr. Pendragon patted his knee. “Now why don’t you lie back and I’ll apply this for you, make sure you don’t miss a spot.”

Merlin’s froze, eyes flickering to the door. Being asked to lay on Arthur’s father’s bed felt a little like he’d landed in some alternate dimension. His skin flushed hot, despite his lack of clothes and the constant breeze of cool air from the a/c.

“No need to be shy, Merlin.”

Merlin blinked up at him. Mr. Pendragon must have said his name more times in the last few minutes then he might have said the entire three year friendship he had with Arthur. For the first two years, he thought Mr. Pendragon didn't even know it. He eased himself back onto his elbows, trying to hid his shaking hands.

Mr. Pendragon looked down at him, concern wrinkling his forehead. Honestly, a look Merlin had never seen on his face before this moment. “Is it the door?” Merlin’s jaw dropped as Mr. Pendragon went over to it, saying, “It’s no problem. I’ll lock it. Just as a precaution so no one walks in and thinks something inappropriate is happening.”

He laughed and Merlin forced a smile back, though he was sure his nerve made it all crooked and wrong.

“It’s only a bit of after sun lotion!” Mr. Pendragon’s tone was light, like they were sharing a private joke. Then he smiled softly at Merlin, sitting on the edge the bed, his tweed trousers brushing Merlin's shin. “There’s nothing wrong with what is happening here.”

Merlin let out strangled breath and did his best quiet the fluttering of his belly as Mr. Pendragon’s eyes drag over his body.

Oh, my. There's something wonderfully predatory in this matter of fact, door locking Uther. I think something inappropriate really is about to happen. Why else would Uther usher Merlin into his bedroom for some after sun care?

Edited 2012-03-28 13:30 (UTC)

Mr. Pendragon started by filling his palm with lotion, and raising Merlin’s hand into his own. Slowly, he worked the creme into the back of Merlin’s hand, slipping between the webbing of his fingers, and up over his bony wrist. The strokes were gentle; warm, strong hands tugging at his muscles, sliding methodically over his skin until Merlin’s entire arm was left tingling.

“Arthur spends too much time with that girl. I’m concerned for him,” Mr. Pendragon said, breaking the silence and pulling Merlin from his draze.

Merlin couldn’t think of a response because he agreed and maybe not for the right reasons.

After another moment and Mr. Pendragon had moved on to Merlin’s other arm, he asked, “Have you started dating yet?”

“I -- no. I don’t think anyone would be interested... “ God, he felt like such a self-pitying idiot. He couldn’t believe he said that. “I’m not. well...”

He fell silent as Mr. Pendragon wiped small circles at his cheek, chin and nose. The touch was far more intimate than he’d imagined, Mr. Pendragon looming over him so close Merlin could feel his breath tickle softly at his lips.

He swallowed thickly, trying to refocus, trying to keep calm. “Arthur doesn’t have any trouble talking to girls.”

Mr Pendragon chuckled, backing away to get more lotion. “No, I don’t suppose he does.”

He started on Merlin’s shoulders and it was a shock of cool as his hands slide over what must be the worst of the burn.

“But that doesn’t mean you aren’t attractive.”

“Right.” Merlin turned away, not interested in being placated.

“I think you would be surprised at just how lovely people think you are.”

For a moment, Merlin wondered if Arthur’s father had watch him sleep that afternoon. His voice had a certain something it, an admiration but no. Merlin had clearly been out in the sun too long and he was delirious to fantasize about such things.

“You’ve a thin frame. You’re body is on the brink of manhood,” Mr. Pendragon went on, rubbing across his narrow ribs like he was counting them. “Many people find that very attractive, even if people your own age don’t appreciate such fae-like beauty.”

Merlin assumed Arthur’s father was mocking him, until he turned back and found Mr. Pendragon’s eyes were dark, and focused on Merlin in a way that made Merlin’s breath hitch.

He spent a long time on Merlin’s chest, far more that his arms or face.

“You can get a sunburn on your nipples, did you know that?” He said he grabbed the bottle, squirting strips of cream across each nipple. Merlin’s back arched and he stifled a cry as the cold lotion splashed on his flushed chest. He looked at the messy white globs and tried not the think what else it looked like. God, he was pervert to be even thinking it. His cock was thickening and there was no stopping it, not with the memory of wanking so hard that his come shot up his chest flashing through his mind, and not when Mr. Pendragon’s fingers began to smear the lotion. At first his fingers moved in small circles, just grazing Merlin’s nipples with his nails.

Merlin bit his lips until his eyes watered trying to think of anything but the heat of his skin and the soothing cool of the lotion wreaking havoc with his body.

“It’s painful, a burn to your nipples, especially if you are sensitive.” Mr. Pendragon’s fingers seemed intent to find that out. They are rough working in the lotion over the stiff peaks, pinching until Merlin gasps at the pain.

Merlin’s body was on fire; he was hard and the thick outline of his cock in his tight trunks was unmistakable. Mortified, he moved his hands over his crotch.

Mr. Pendragon’s eyes crinkled into an amused smile when he noticed the movement. “No need to hide. It’s only natural.” He took Merlin’s wrists and moved his hands from over his groin, and looked his fill. “Your body is reacting like any man’s would with this kind of simulation.” The words were said plainly, matter of fact and Merlin wanted to believe them.

Shifting, he moved Merlin’s foot so it pressed against his crotch; Merlin can feel the hardness of Arthur’s father’s erection against his bare feet. “See. There is nothing to be embarrassed about.”

He kept Merlin’s foot pressed against him as he began to spread lotion on Merlin’s ankle and shin. The position made Merlin’s legs spread, and with his knee bent, his trunks gaped wide along his inner thigh. Merlin spotted Mr. Pendragon’s eyes flicker to that spot and tried to squirm so that he was less exposed.

“Are you uncomfortable?” Mr. Pendragon asked, leaning forward so that Merlin’s trapped foot is pressing in on the hard length at his crotch.

The more he squirmed, the more he rubbed. It’s not hard to imagine what it must feel like. Merlin’s face heated in a way that wasn’t due to the sun, and noticed sweat gathering at Mr. Pendragon’s temple.

“Here, give me your hand.”

Before he could comply, Mr Pendragon took Merlin’s hand that had been twisting in the covers, and squeezed a palmful of lotion into it.

“There,” he said. “I’m not trying to torture you! You can take care of your little problem while I finish up with your legs.”

Merlin looked up, his brain refusing to believe what was just said. “I couldn’t...”

“Don’t be silly lad.” He laughed, giving Merlin an indulgent smile. “It’s perfectly natural. And by the look of it, you are going to be quite uncomfortable while I’m working. Besides, can’t send you home in that state! What would your mother think?”

Merlin stared at the cream in his hand. He’d heard that wanking with cream was better but he’d never dared still his mother’s lotion to find out.

“Go on. I really don’t mind.”

Merlin hesitated another minute but he was a bit trapped and holding out his hand to not spill the cream was getting awkward. Besides, Mr. Pendragon wasn’t staring any longer. He’d seemed content to let Merlin decide on his own and was currently rubbing lotion into Merlin’s knee. So Merlin took his messy hand and dipped into his swim trunks. He closed his eyes at the slick squelch of the cream coating his cock. Then he started to wank, not taking his cock out, just working the best he can, trying not to make a show of it and draw attention to himself. His trunks would be a ruined, stained with the lotion and god... soon his come. He would have to throw them out and say he lost them. His brain had already planned out it all out because it was better to think on that, than on what was actually happening right now...

Which was him pulling on off with Arthur’s father watching. With Arthur’s father’s hand sliding up and down his thigh. And his own foot was pressed, against his crotch, He was trying to ignore how he was forced to rub back and forth each time Mr Pendragon shifted forward to reach higher up Merlin’s legs.

As Mr. Pendragon began the second leg, he stopped for a moment, just to watch. Merlin’s hand stills to a halt. “You like is slow, like that? taking your time?”

He started working the lotion into the other leg, but his eyes kept flickering to Merlin’s crotch and the outline of his knuckles as his hand moved over his cock. Merlin squeeze his cock at the scrutiny, wondering if he could come just from that.

“Everyone’s different you know,” he said, as though it were an ordinary conversation.

“Er, no?” Merlin stuttered out, surprised at his own honesty. “I usually go faster.”

“Well, don’t hold back on my account.” Mr Pendragon said with a wink. “You’ll only frustrate yourself.”

Merlin whimpered, too turned on to restrain himself any longer. He began pumping ruthlessly, hardly noticing what Mr Pendragon was doing until he’d worked so far up Merlin’s leg that his thumb reached high, slipping into Merlin’s trunks and grazed his balls. The faint scratch of the blunt nail sent Merlin over, coming into his trunks and soaking his waistband.

He was a little stunned as he opened his eyes, realising what he’d just done. Merlin just caught his breath, frozen and terrified, his head buzzing and yet still fucking horny. Red-cheeked, breath coming short, Mr. Pendragon let his eyes raked over Merlin.

He had yet to let go of Merlin’s foot. It was still right there pressing against his erection. With Merlin’s ankle trapped between his thighs, he rocked his hips, getting himself off at the sight of Merlin. He came with a loan moan, face pinched tight and Merlin’s head swam at the realisation.

Uther handed some tissues, and changed right there in front of him, unabashed, only going into the toilet to clean up.

When he came out, he said, “I’ll drive you home, if you’d like”

“Yes, sir.” Merlin stood, fidgeting, unable to stay still with the cooling come in the trunks and panic of having just got off with Arthur’s dad finally crashing in on him.

“Your clothes are in the pool house, I assume?”

“Yes, sir.” He couldn’t meet Mr Pendragon’s eyes so he stared at the fancy bottle of dopo sole and wondered if they’d emptied it.

“Get yourself cleaned up and changed. I’ll meet you in the foyer.”

They didn’t talk on the drive home, and it was as if nothing had happened until they pull into Merlin’s drive.

“You be careful in the sun with that sensitive skin of yours” Arthur’s father said, giving Merlin a long complicated look. “But if you ever need that lotion again, you come to me.”

Merlin shivered at the invitation, ducking his head and giving Mr. Pendragon a secret smile. He hoped his erection was hidden better in his jeans, but as he stands at his door, he gets a wink and wave as the Porsche pulled away.

Author here.

I just reread the fic and I'm cringing at all the typos and tense issues. I might come back and post a cleaner version. Sorry.

Omnomnom, author!! :D This was very tense and wrong and hot and all those good things. Innocent!Merlin was the best. ♥

Canon-era. Warnings: minor reference to past spanking + heavily implied A/M.

The boy is obviously filled with self-loathing, unable to resist his desire for a man he wants so badly to despise. Perhaps he is too naïve to know there is a distinct difference between lust and love, though the king finds that difficult to believe, considering the company Merlin keeps.

None of it matters much to Uther, not when Arthur's manservant is on his knees, long since stripped of his filthy clothing, mouthing hungrily at the king's heavy sac and rubbing his face against the coarse hair at base of his cock. The fading glow from the hearth illuminates the oft pale flesh of the boy's cheeks, glistening wet with saliva and ruddy with arousal. He pulls the wrinkly skin between his lips, tugging gently, sucking each testicle into his mouth, then bending further and craning his neck in an effort to reach the soft skin just behind with his tongue. He is so young, delightfully overeager and desperate to please. While it is not the first time Uther has had Merlin like this, the king is surprised to feel the stirrings of release already building low in his gut.

"Enough," Uther grunts.

He yanks the boy by the hair, pulling him upright on his knees, then squeezes his jaw and cheeks in a gloved hand. Uther takes a moment to calm himself and scrutinize this wisp of a boy. He is panting, mouth shiny and swollen and as red as the wicked tongue that lies within. The flush that started high on his cheeks has traveled up to the tips of his ears and down past his sharp collarbones to the stiff points of his pebbled nipples. Uther reaches down to caress and pinch one, smiling when the boy's eyelids flutter shut.

"Keep your eyes on me," Uther demands. He drags a gloved finger across Merlin's chest and pinches the other nipple, twisting and pulling it between his fingertips to regain his full attention. Merlin's eyes fly open, wetness leaking from the corners and clinging to his dark lashes.

"Yes, sire," he gasps. His back bows and Uther wonders if he’s aware of it, or if it’s just his body’s instinctive plea for more contact.

Uther wraps a leather-clad hand around his hardness. It is too dry, but the discomfort is negligible when he thinks of the hot, wet relief he'll soon find in Merlin's mouth. He strokes himself slowly, thumbing and squeezing his foreskin around the head until sticky fluid burbles from the tip. When the first string drips toward the floor, threatening to break and lie wasted on the cold stone, Merlin whimpers.

Uther smiles, catches it on the tip of his glove and brings it to Merlin's mouth, smearing it across his lip before slipping two fingers inside. Merlin holds his eye, lets the sticky leather rest against his tongue but does not move. His acquiescence is a pleasant surprise, though Uther would have been equally as pleased if he'd put up a bit of a fight. He fondly remembers one time in particular when the Merlin's petulance prompted him to warm the boy's backside with a gloved hand.

"Good. You're learning," Uther says, tightening his grip on the boy's hair and pushing his fingers in deeper. "Suck."

Edited 2012-03-27 15:23 (UTC)

Merlin moans and does so at once. His tongue twists and slips around and between them, trying to suck them in further, eyes communicating his desperation for more. Merlin's own cock is painfully hard and throbbing with need, and when his hips jut forward, trying to find relief against the king's leg, Uther pulls his fingers from Merlin's mouth and replaces them with his heavy cock. He drags his spit soaked glove across Merlin's cheek, then down to grasp the boy by the back of his neck.

Merlin shudders as the pungent scent of the king's arousal assaults his senses and immediately begins to suck his cock in earnest. Uther holds him close, allowing little room for movement, but Merlin doesn't seem to notice or care as he takes the king's length in with little jerking bobs until he's sucked it down to the root. The king's grip on his hair is painful now but Uther knows Merlin loves it, if the filthy sounds coming from his stuffed full mouth are any indication. After all, it is not this Pendragon the boy comes to when he wants soft and gentle.

Spit leaks from the corners of Merlin's mouth and his nostrils flare in an attempt to breathe. He is literally gagging on the king's cock and tears run freely down his cheeks. Not for the first time, Uther understands why the prince finds his manservant so beguiling; he is quite a sight like this. Then again, he muses, his son is soft-hearted when it comes to this boy and may not be capable of giving him what he clearly craves at times like these. Why else would Merlin seek out the king before daybreak, begging for his attention prior to the king's morning ride? The thought gives Uther great satisfaction and he increases the strength of his movements, pulling out until just the head of his cock rests between Merlin's plump lips, then thrusting harshly back in.

It isn't long before Uther spends in the boy's mouth and Merlin chokes as the bitter salt of the king's release hits the back of his throat. He coughs, making quite a mess, then laps up and swallows as much as he can, practically sobbing as he comes, cock untouched but for the barest brush of the king's breeches. They recover in silence, Merlin resting his cheek against the Uther's thigh, suckling the very tip of his spent cock like a babe. In a rare, momentary display of tenderness, the king releases his handful of the boy's hair and brushes the sweaty fringe from his forehead.

The castle stirs as the light of day begins to filter through the heavy drapes. Uther pushes the Merlin away none too gently.

"Go now, boy," he says gruffly. "It is time to serve your prince."

::flails like a flaily thing:: Woman, you have dedded me. I can't. ::reads over and over::

Haha! Thank you! *high fives you for our guilty pleasure pairing* Glad you enjoyed.

Um...i really didnt want to like this pairing, and it's still wrong (in a hot and filthy way), lol, but, damn it I did like it. Fab job :)

Haha. Sorry? :D These two are my guilty pleasure. So much opportunity for power differential and filthy porn! Glad you enjoyed.

Why oh why are you making me like this pairing so much? LOL. Super duper hot, and I *love* that he kept the gloves on. UNF. Awesome job on the prompt.

xo

I will make you love them, one porny fic (or fic rec) at a time! Glad you enjoyed - and I actually thought of you when I decided to go the glove route! ♥

I shouldn't love them as much as I do.... Well done!

I confess I cannot resist these two. I'm so pleased you enjoyed! ♥

So fucking wrong, but done so right. I totally bought this, though I almost looked through my fingers while clicking the link. That was unbelievably believable. I loved the undertone here, of the dark things that go on out of sight, the depraved underbelly of the castle which all look to as the seat of rightness and good. This is really great. Well done!

This is my not-so-secret guilty pleasure pairing. There's so much dirty/hot/wrong potential, I couldn't resist grabbing this prompt. I'm so pleased you took a chance on this little bit of smut and enjoyed it to boot! Thanks bb!

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