They'd done it once before. With a full container of lotion and hours of foreplay, with Merlin whispering in his ear and sucking his cock and slowly, inch by inch, working his entire hand inside of Arthur. It had been - it had been hard. Not the actual physical process of it, which hadn't hurt so much as it burned, but the - the letting go. Having to leave himself open and relaxed and trusting Merlin to be...gentle with him. Needing Merlin to take his time, and ask Arthur over and over if he was sure, did it hurt, how did it feel, Arthur, Arthur, you're so strong, can't believe you can take this, look at you -
This time, there was no lube. But then, there was no friction. There were no more phantom kisses on the back of his neck, no invisible fingers on his cock, no sense that this was Merlin - his Merlin - just pressure. It would inflate inside of him and then vanish, appear again only deeper inside him - his hole could be closed but inside of him, oh, God it was so big, too big, he choked on the sobs Merlin worked from him.
There was a silencing spell, yes, but no spell that would hide him, disguise him. The flap of the tent didn't lock, anyone could walk in and see - and see him spread by an invisible lover, his hole gaping wide and growing, his cock dripping precum steadily. And still the pressure grew.
And he screamed into his bedroll, and thrust back - but Merlin wasn't there, the frantic motion of his hips was no good at all. He kept rutting desperately anyway. There was no one to see how badly he wanted more, see what Merlin did to him - not even Merlin was there to see it and it gave him a terrifying freedom. He didn't hold back.
It felt like Merlin's hand. And then - and then it felt like two. Two wrists against his rim, two sets of knuckles rubbing against his flesh, ten fingers pressing against his prostate, squeezing it - they'd never done that before. Merlin wasn't holding him down anymore. He rolled onto his back, his thighs screaming from being stretched too far too long, his knees aching from the hard ground, and still Merlin pressed deeper inside him.
When he looked down his torso, he could see it. See his body stretching to accommodote, Merlin carelessly demanding it from him, Merlin, how can you - where are you - "Merlin!"
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with you always 3/?
Date: 2010-04-04 11:03 pm (UTC)This time, there was no lube. But then, there was no friction. There were no more phantom kisses on the back of his neck, no invisible fingers on his cock, no sense that this was Merlin - his Merlin - just pressure. It would inflate inside of him and then vanish, appear again only deeper inside him - his hole could be closed but inside of him, oh, God it was so big, too big, he choked on the sobs Merlin worked from him.
There was a silencing spell, yes, but no spell that would hide him, disguise him. The flap of the tent didn't lock, anyone could walk in and see - and see him spread by an invisible lover, his hole gaping wide and growing, his cock dripping precum steadily. And still the pressure grew.
And he screamed into his bedroll, and thrust back - but Merlin wasn't there, the frantic motion of his hips was no good at all. He kept rutting desperately anyway. There was no one to see how badly he wanted more, see what Merlin did to him - not even Merlin was there to see it and it gave him a terrifying freedom. He didn't hold back.
It felt like Merlin's hand. And then - and then it felt like two. Two wrists against his rim, two sets of knuckles rubbing against his flesh, ten fingers pressing against his prostate, squeezing it - they'd never done that before. Merlin wasn't holding him down anymore. He rolled onto his back, his thighs screaming from being stretched too far too long, his knees aching from the hard ground, and still Merlin pressed deeper inside him.
When he looked down his torso, he could see it. See his body stretching to accommodote, Merlin carelessly demanding it from him, Merlin, how can you - where are you - "Merlin!"