Merlin Drabbles: Anchor, Exhale, Golden
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acetamide turned 18 recently, finally ensuring that all of my flist is legal and that I can now stop looking over my shoulder for the moral police. In celebration of this I decided to write drabbles centred around some kinks... Logical? I THINK SO!
Anchor – Merlin – Arthur/Merlin – R
Kink: marking/scarification
ETA: June 2010. Lookit! This won a thing at the Merlin/Arthur Drabble Awards!
He shouldn’t, not without asking. But it’s too late now, the fresh cut on his thigh throbbing demandingly. Arthur is unconscious when Merlin presses the blade down firmly, low on Arthur’s back, where the mark won’t be easily noticed.
The symbol is not complicated; three quick slashes to match the ones on his own skin. Merlin is whispering the words as soon as the blood wells to the surface.
A flare of crimson shadows and a rush Merlin can feel in his veins and it’s done. There is nowhere Arthur can go now that Merlin won’t be able to follow.
Exhale – Merlin – Arthur/Merlin – R
Kink: breathplay
A vicious kick to his knee sends Merlin sprawling, the wooden practice sword falling away.
Arthur is on him in a second, hands circling Merlin’s throat. “I win. Again.” His grin isn’t playful in the slightest.
Merlin struggles to breathe, his pulse beating wildly against Arthur’s thumbs. He bucks up, but Arthur is a solid, unmoving weight against his hips.
Arthur keeps him there a while longer, before finally pulling off. The rush or air leaves Merlin gasping and rock hard.
There is no way Arthur can feel it through their protective clothing, but Merlin has no doubt he knows.
Golden – Merlin – Arthur/Merlin – R
Kinks: enforced silence, gagging, exhibitionism
Arthur sneaks an arm around Merlin’s waist, closing a hand around his mouth before he can make a sound.
“It’s me,” he whispers.
Merlin doesn’t relax.
The party is in full swing, the raucous laughter drifting into their hiding place. Nothing separates them from the rest of the court but three steps and a heavy curtain.
Arthur rubs his hand lazily across Merlin’s front, sliding it down to cup his cock. Merlin arches sharply, panting against Arthur’s palm.
“Hush now,” Arthur says, opening Merlin’s trousers one-handed. He pushes four fingers into Merlin’s mouth, trapping his tongue.
The boy’s a screamer.
acetamide turned 18 recently, finally ensuring that all of my flist is legal and that I can now stop looking over my shoulder for the moral police. In celebration of this I decided to write drabbles centred around some kinks... Logical? I THINK SO!Anchor – Merlin – Arthur/Merlin – R
Kink: marking/scarification
ETA: June 2010. Lookit! This won a thing at the Merlin/Arthur Drabble Awards!
He shouldn’t, not without asking. But it’s too late now, the fresh cut on his thigh throbbing demandingly. Arthur is unconscious when Merlin presses the blade down firmly, low on Arthur’s back, where the mark won’t be easily noticed.
The symbol is not complicated; three quick slashes to match the ones on his own skin. Merlin is whispering the words as soon as the blood wells to the surface.
A flare of crimson shadows and a rush Merlin can feel in his veins and it’s done. There is nowhere Arthur can go now that Merlin won’t be able to follow.
Exhale – Merlin – Arthur/Merlin – R
Kink: breathplay
A vicious kick to his knee sends Merlin sprawling, the wooden practice sword falling away.
Arthur is on him in a second, hands circling Merlin’s throat. “I win. Again.” His grin isn’t playful in the slightest.
Merlin struggles to breathe, his pulse beating wildly against Arthur’s thumbs. He bucks up, but Arthur is a solid, unmoving weight against his hips.
Arthur keeps him there a while longer, before finally pulling off. The rush or air leaves Merlin gasping and rock hard.
There is no way Arthur can feel it through their protective clothing, but Merlin has no doubt he knows.
Golden – Merlin – Arthur/Merlin – R
Kinks: enforced silence, gagging, exhibitionism
Arthur sneaks an arm around Merlin’s waist, closing a hand around his mouth before he can make a sound.
“It’s me,” he whispers.
Merlin doesn’t relax.
The party is in full swing, the raucous laughter drifting into their hiding place. Nothing separates them from the rest of the court but three steps and a heavy curtain.
Arthur rubs his hand lazily across Merlin’s front, sliding it down to cup his cock. Merlin arches sharply, panting against Arthur’s palm.
“Hush now,” Arthur says, opening Merlin’s trousers one-handed. He pushes four fingers into Merlin’s mouth, trapping his tongue.
The boy’s a screamer.