"I'll be watching you," Merlin said. "So don't do anything stupid."
"Oh, come on! It's a long trip, and the courtesy Denthor shows to his guests is legendary, you can hardly expect me to decline it!" Merlin's eyes blazed yellow and Arthur lost his words in a swell of lust. He didn't have time to tell Merlin he'd been joking - really, he was - before invisible hands grabbed his limbs and held him stretched across the mattress. He licked his lips, rolled his hips, and waited for Merlin to join him.
They stretched their goodbyes into the dark hours of morning, and when they rode out of the courtyard at dawn Merlin's jealous gaze followed them.
*
It started on the third day. Light touches against the back of his neck when there was no wind, no one near him. Feather-light kisses on his neck, behind his ear, the small of his back. He dismissed it as pointless longing for Merlin's touch. They hadn't been apart this long before, his mind was playing tricks on him. He ignored it as best he could.
*
On the fourth day, a few hours into their ride, he was suddenly full. As if Merlin's cock were attached to his saddle and each stride his stallion took thrust it further inside him - he tensed, looked around wildly, bit his lip to keep from moaning and felt the pressure of lips against his. A push inside his mouth even though his teeth were closed - Merlin.
It grew. They had hours more of riding and whatever Merlin was doing inside of him - whatever phantom form he'd magicked into Arthur's body, it was getting bigger. His cock was hard and dripping inside his trousers, his breath knocked out of him with each movement, sweat dripping down his back. When he dismounted, he thought it would go away. That it was somehow tied to the saddle or the horse or the movement of his steps but - no. He dismounted, felt whatever was inside of him press against his prostate harder than was honestly pleasurable, and leaned against his steed as he came.
It stayed in him until he was in his tent, under his bedroll, wrapping his hand around his soaked cock, and then it faded.
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with you always 1/?
Date: 2010-04-04 10:33 pm (UTC)"Oh, come on! It's a long trip, and the courtesy Denthor shows to his guests is legendary, you can hardly expect me to decline it!" Merlin's eyes blazed yellow and Arthur lost his words in a swell of lust. He didn't have time to tell Merlin he'd been joking - really, he was - before invisible hands grabbed his limbs and held him stretched across the mattress. He licked his lips, rolled his hips, and waited for Merlin to join him.
They stretched their goodbyes into the dark hours of morning, and when they rode out of the courtyard at dawn Merlin's jealous gaze followed them.
*
It started on the third day. Light touches against the back of his neck when there was no wind, no one near him. Feather-light kisses on his neck, behind his ear, the small of his back. He dismissed it as pointless longing for Merlin's touch. They hadn't been apart this long before, his mind was playing tricks on him. He ignored it as best he could.
*
On the fourth day, a few hours into their ride, he was suddenly full. As if Merlin's cock were attached to his saddle and each stride his stallion took thrust it further inside him - he tensed, looked around wildly, bit his lip to keep from moaning and felt the pressure of lips against his. A push inside his mouth even though his teeth were closed - Merlin.
It grew. They had hours more of riding and whatever Merlin was doing inside of him - whatever phantom form he'd magicked into Arthur's body, it was getting bigger. His cock was hard and dripping inside his trousers, his breath knocked out of him with each movement, sweat dripping down his back. When he dismounted, he thought it would go away. That it was somehow tied to the saddle or the horse or the movement of his steps but - no. He dismounted, felt whatever was inside of him press against his prostate harder than was honestly pleasurable, and leaned against his steed as he came.
It stayed in him until he was in his tent, under his bedroll, wrapping his hand around his soaked cock, and then it faded.