marguerite_26 | First Times Fest

All right. I am having a shit, shit week. I need a happy distraction.

Comment fest anyone? How about First Times? They are always good.
Something like...
First time having ~those thoughts about a man.
First time she was ever truly afraid.
First time giving a blow job.
First time bed sharing (First time tent sharing)
First time sounding. (what? Just saying it does not need to be vanilla)

ALL PAIRINGS/ALL FANDOMS WELCOME. That includes HP, Merlin, The Avengers*, and yes, One Direction.
*Please warn for movie spoilers

Leave a pairing and prompt below, read through the prompts and write/draw a fill if you are inspired.
Subject lines are appreciated.

FILLS!!!

[The Avengers]
Tony/Bruce: Sounding by

snapelike
Loki/Tony -- Freefall by

lokifan

[Torchwood]
The First Time [Jack/Ianto, PG-14] by

iolo1234

[Merlin]
Skin - M/A - light-NC-17 by

kim47
Merlin/Arthur, Watching [NC-17, masturbation] by

snarkyscorp
Merlin/Arthur -- First time Arthur milks a cow by anon
Arthur/Merlin, "My King" [R, role-play] by

snarkyscorp
Gwaine/Nimueh -- Back The Way You Came by

planejane
Arthur/Merlin - First Kiss Gwaine's Bet, the Haunted House and The White Cat by

rotrude
Prom Night -- [unspecified pairing, warnings] by

kattale
Knowing -- Merlin/Arthur by

xfortytwo
One Blow -- Merlin/Arthur (NC-17, slight dub-con) by

fuckyeah
Starting Over, Something New [Arthur/Merlin, NC-17, 2.8k] by

planejane
Love Is a Doing Word (Fearless On My Breath) [Arthur/Merlin, NC-17,roleplay] by

alby_mangroves

[HP]
Harry/Draco - Submission [D/s, bondage, implications of future sounding] by

snarkyscorp
Harry/Draco The Indignity of It All - Light R, the most minor of bloodplay, by

ellecc
Harry/Draco Punch (R; 800 words. No special warnings apply.) by

potteresque_ire
HP - Petunia/Vernon (yes really) by

omi_ohmy
Albus Severus/Scorpius - First Time Having Those Thoughts About a Man by

potteresque_ire
Close To The Dragon's Fire [Neville, Alice - PG-13] by

lordhellebore
Harry/Draco - Knowing Harry Potter by

omi_ohmy

[~~I'll be off line for a few hours (doing things much less pleasant than reading these awesome fills) so this masterlist will be out of date until later tonight, sorry!~~ Did I mention how much I love you guys? ♥♥♥♥♥ All caught up. If I missed your fill please let me know. It's a bit hard keeping track.]

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From:

kim47.livejournal.com

It's been a...long time since I've written Merlin, hope it's not too bad!

*

The first time Arthur sees Merlin naked is not the first time they have sex.

The first time they have sex is frantic, up against the door to Arthur's chambers, harsh breath and fumbling hands, Arthur begging, imploring Merlin not to "ever do something that stupid again, please, Merlin, I can't lose you too." They don't get much past unlaced breeches, and Arthur bites Merlin's neck when he comes.

It happens again, and again; Merlin does something unbelievably stupid (and brave, Arthur's mind whispers) to keep Arthur unharmed, and Arthur can't stop the shuddering fear that overtakes him every time, can't resist the need to put his hands on Merlin, to draw him close and feel him shake apart, to remind Arthur that he's still alive. They always end up half-dressed, leaning against each other as they regain their breath. Hands fluttering under clothing, but never quite removing it.

It becomes a thing; somehow it's okay that they do this - it doesn't count - as long as it's hurried and desperate, a reassurance. As long as afterwards, Merlin can just straighten his stupid scarf and walk away. Arthur never presses, never asks for more, however much he wants so spread Merlin out on deep red blankets and taste every inch of him without the lingering terror thrumming in his blood.

*

The thought occurs to Arthur in the middle of breakfast one day, with Merlin humming a tune as he goes about his morning duties, that Merlin's seen him naked many, many times. He's helped Arthur bathe, he frequently dresses him, he's tended to more wounds than Arthur can count. It seems unfair, unjust even.

He watches as Merlin putters around his chambers, eyes following the line of his neck and the curve of his jaw. Merlin's always so covered up; boots, breeches, shirt, coat, scarf. The skin he can see is gorgeous, pale and smooth, and Arthur wants to lick and suck at it, mark it. He wonders if the rest of Merlin's skin is as perfect, if he would flush down to his chest while Arthur covered it with kisses.

Arthur sighs and returns to his breakfast.

center*

In the end it's easy. Merlin is drinking a glass of wine, at Arthur's offer, and his cheeks are flushed with it, his eyes bright. He's still completely lucid, arguing with and teasing Arthur, but he's also loose and easy with his smile. And Arthur is done with prevaricating, he wants this without the smell of blood and fear hanging over them.

Merlin comes to him easily, climbing into his lap and kissing him back hard. He rolls his hips down against Arthur's, just once, then shifts back, his hands going for Arthur's breeches.

"Wait."

Arthur tips him gently off his lap and follows him up, before Merlin has a chance to protest.

"I want to see you." It comes out a little too raw and desperate for his liking, but it's worth it when Merlin's eyes widen.

"Yes, yes, Arthur," he breathes and pulls Arthur back to him, kissing him frantically and tugging Arthur's shirt out of his belt.

Arthur laughs and stills his hands again. "No, this is my turn," he says simply.

He takes his time with it, loosening the knot of Merlin's scarf slowly and pulling if off. There's nothing for it but to lean in and kiss Merlin's neck, starting from his collar bones and working his way up to his jaw, pausing occasionally to suck and bite gently.

Merlin's torso, when Arthur finally gets rid of his shirt, is surprisingly muscled. Merlin looks almost painfully skinny clothed; unclothed, Arthur can see his wiry muscle tone, the taugh flatness of his stomach. A tiny smattering of dark hair covers his chest, and Arthur can't help running his fingers over it, smiling with Merlin shivers.

He pushes Merlin down on the bed then, eager to lay Merlin out, and starts to divest him of the rest of his clothes. Merlin's hipbones are just as sharp as they feel, and Arthur bites gently at each one, earning himself a light smack on the head.

Laughing, he pulls away to properly pull off Merlin's breeches, pausing to unlace his boots and throw them off the bed.

Edited Date: 2012-05-31 03:37 pm (UTC)

From:

kim47.livejournal.com

Finally, Merlin is naked, spread out on Arthur's bed, and Arthur doesn't know where to look first. Merlin's beautiful - shoulders broader then they seem, slim, boyish hips, long, long legs that Arthur can't wait to have around his waist.

There are scars peppering his body; small ones on his chest and legs, memories of hurts that make Arthur's blood cold, and he wants to kiss them all, to reward Merlin for every cut he's ever taken for Arthur, all the blood he's ever shed in his name. The long, jagged one on his leg must've been terrible, deep and painful. Arthur runs his finger along it and looks up at Merlin, the question hanging on his tongue. Merlin shakes his head.

"Years ago," he says. "Before I came here. Will pushed me in a river, I cut myself on a sharp rock. Nearly bled to death, Mum was hysterical." In typical Merlin fashion, he's smiling, as if it were some fond memory, not a near-death experience. Arthur just mutters "idiot" and kisses it anyway.

There's bruising too, along the ribs on his left side, the faint mottled yellow of a nearly-healed injury. Arthur frowns at it, tilting his head and staring. He knows that kind of bruising, he's seen it countless times. He crawls up Merlin's body and cuffs him around the head.

"Have you been sparring?" he asks, narrowing his eyes. Merlin looks affronted.

"Of course I have! In case you hadn't noticed, we get into a lot of trouble. I though it would be helpful if I knew how to use a sword."

"It was Gwaine, wasn't it?" Arthur doesn't even have to think about that one.
"Gwaine's been teaching you to fight, and bruising you thoroughly in the process."

Merlin rolls his eyes. "Can we not talk about Gwaine right now?"

Arthur sighs and kisses him instead of replying. One day, possibly, Merlin will understand what it does to Arthur when he puts himself in danger, the way it twists up his insides and makes him frantic. Merlin kisses him back, sliding his tongue into Arthur's mouth, hot and deep. His hips start moving, little jerking thrusts against Arthur.

After a minute, Arthur pulls away and slides down Merlin's body. Merlin is completely hard, his cock flushed, and Arthur's mouth waters at the sight. He leans down slowly and licks him from root to tip, glancing up to see Merlin's eyes slip shut. He smiles.

He's not exactly skilled at this; he's done it once or twice, but it's been a while and he's not sure he was ever that good to begin with. From the way Merlin's moaning and rocking into his mouth, though, it's as if he's the best cocksucker in the best whorehouse in Camelot. It's intensely arousing, the noises Merlin's making, the heavy, hot taste and feel of him in Arthur's mouth, and Arthur has to slip his hand into his own breeches.

It doesn't take long, not more than five minutes before Merlin slides his fingers into Arthur's hair and tugs, flooding Arthur's mouth when Arthur refuses to move. He's sputters and chokes a little, ending up with Merlin's come all over his chin, but thankfully Merlin is too busy panting and whispering Arthur's name over and over to notice. He's so close, desperate now, only a minute behind Merlin when he spills over his own fist, forehead pressed into Merlin's stomach, mouthing at the muscle there.

Merlin pulls him up by the shoulders, and they kiss gently, Merlin licking his own come off Arthur's chin. When they finally part, Merlin frowns.

"You're still dressed."

"I was distracted," Arthur says, smiling. Merlin huffs, kisses Arthur again, then curls into his side. It feels amazing, having Merlin tucked against him, miles of still-flushed, naked skin pressed against Arthur. Arthur can't stop moving his hands, sweeping out circles on Merlin's body, as if he can’t quite believe he’s allowed to touch all of this.

"Next time," Merlin mumbles, clearly about to fall asleep. "Next time we should both be naked."

“Oh, absolutely,” Arthur murmurs, and manages to kick off his boots and settle down, arranging Merlin more comfortably around him, kissing the nearest part of Merlin’s face He’ll probably regret this when he wakes up, his breeches still sticky, his arm numb, Merlin drooling on his shoulder.

For now though, it’s perfect.

From:

fuckyeah.livejournal.com

Eee, so much love for this! It was wonderful! <3

From:

kim47.livejournal.com

Thank you! <3

From:

marguerite-26.livejournal.com

!!!!

Oh, Kim. That was so perfect. ♥♥♥♥

From:

kim47.livejournal.com

Thank you!

(And thank you for all these mini-fests you do...I'm usually just a lurker, but I always enjoy them so much :D)

♥

From:

brunettepet.livejournal.com

This is wonderful. Arthur needing to reassure himself that Merlin's alive by having him in his arms right this second was fantastic, but this first time seeing Merlin naked feels even more achingly intimate and connecting than those frantic couplings.

From:

kim47.livejournal.com

I'm so glad you liked it! Thank you <3

From:

archaeologist-d.livejournal.com

THat was hot and sweet and wonderful! Oh, yeah.

From:

kim47.livejournal.com

Thank you <3

From:

otta-ff.livejournal.com

Aww! That was so sweet and sensual. Loved it!

From:

kim47.livejournal.com

Thank you!

From:

planejane.livejournal.com

That was absolutely perfect and gorgeous. Incredibly hot! I love the way you described Merlin's body and Arthur's appreciation for it.

From:

kim47.livejournal.com

Thank you! It was a little self-indulgent, I'll admit, so I enjoyed writing it :) <3

From:

ellecc.livejournal.com

"...he's not sure he was ever that good to begin with." Why is that so hot?? Maybe because Arthur does not admit when he's not the most perfect at something.

Love that they come together (so to speak) post-danger, when I'm sure they're utterly terrified of losing each other.

This was really lovely!