Prompt me?

[hoosierbitch]

I am having trouble getting anything written. It is starting to worry me. Please help?

Prompt me with:
1. A timestamp - (2 years after Ice Ice Baby, 1 hour after Playing Pretend - pick any story and a length of time!)
2. A time when...
3. Any kink. (You can pick characters/situations, too, but at minimum: a kink!)

And I will do my best to write something for it!

Fandoms I'll write in: White Collar (duh), Sky High, Leverage, Friday Night Lights, Merlin, Community, Ancient Greek tragedies


Thanks in advance, lovely beautiful people!

Comments

with you always 4/?

[hoosierbitch.livejournal.com]

And it stopped, it left, and he looked at himself and the only movement in his body was his lungs panting for air, his thighs shaking as they tried to close, the precum still spilling from his cock. He felt empty. Abandoned.

"Merlin - fuck, come back, I'm sorry - I'll do better. I can take it, I want it, come back."

He'd been hurt worse. Dozens of times. In war and training and tournaments, it was nothing new. (But Merlin had never hurt him. Merlin had cleaned him up and bandaged him and rubbed ointment on his bruises, Merlin who had strength Arthur couldn't even comprehend had never - )

He was strong enough to take whatever Merlin gave him. There was no shame in submitting, but there was shame in failure. He'd never backed down from a fight before.

Then there was pressure, like the tip of a finger against his check. It was wet - none of Merlin's touches had been wet before. And he realized he'd been crying. "Don't be such a girl, Merlin, I'm fine - "

And he didn't know if Merlin could hear him, he guessed that Merlin could see him, but suddenly there were fingers in his mouth to stop him from saying anything more. Pressing his tongue down, keeping his lips parted, stroking his cheeks. And there were lips - lips and teeth, teasing at his neck, biting into his collarbone, on both of his nipples at the same time.

With every movement he made, his ass ached. When he pressed his chest up to get Merlin to bite harder, it started to hurt. By the time the fingers left his mouth and the teeth around his nipples had left them sore and peaked and a dark, angry red - by then he realized Merlin was sorry.

"It's okay," he said clearly, hoping Merlin would read his lips. "It's okay."

He knew the shape of Merlin's hands. The width of his palms, his skinny fingers, the sure, firm grip. Merlin jerked him off quickly, efficiently, and when Arthur came - he'd been hard for hours, ages, since he'd left Merlin behind - he cried out Merlin's name.

He cleaned himself up. Wiped off the mess from his stomach, sorted out the bedroll, and told himself to go to sleep. After an hour of staring blankly at the tent wall an arm wrapped around his chest. Merlin's knees pressed against the back of his legs. Merlin's chin hooked over his shoulder. And he fell asleep.

Re: with you always 4/?

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Wow, this was fabulous. Dark and angsty not my cuppa tea? Ha, that is so not the case.

I love the way Arthur compares this to backing down from a fight, and the way Arthur has to figure things out by sensation alone, and of course the sweet ending made it even better.

Thanks so much! I thought this prompt would be the last one you (or anyone) would want, even though I really wanted to see it. And to no one's surprise, you hit it out of the park:)