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works/873506.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Merlin_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Merlin/Arthur_Pendragon_(Merlin)
  Character:
      Merlin_(Merlin), Arthur_Pendragon_(Merlin)
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Canon, Sexual_Slavery, Age_Difference, Gift_Giving,
      Underage_Sex, Barebacking, Topping_from_the_Bottom, Power_Play, Light
      Bondage, Come_Eating, Wrists, Denial, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot,
      One_Shot, Summer_Pornathon_2013
  Series:
      Part 1 of Merlin_Summer_Pornathon_2013
  Collections:
      Summer_Pornathon_2013
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-07 Words: 826
****** At your mercy ******
by andiwould
Summary
     Bayard offers Arthur a sex slave boy for a night. He's everything
     Arthur wasn't expecting.
     “Lie down and let me. I am here to please you, and the only sounds I
     want coming out of your mouth are those of pleasure.” As Arthur
     watched Merlin work, he mused how he should be the one in control
     here, and not have a slave manhandling him around. How he should grab
     a hold of the boy, plant him facepalm on the mattress and fuck him
     dry. But then, he wouldn't say it aloud, but it was exhilarating for
     once to leave the hard work to someone else.
Notes
     Written for the 2013_Merlin_Pornathon week one challenge: kink grab
     bag, and slightly re-edited.
     A million thanks to eeshbelle for checking this out :)
Arthur had refused to do it, but it had been of no use.
The boy —because that’s what he was, a slave boy, no more no less— had followed
Bayard’s orders, and despite the circumstances, their surroundings, and a
million reasons Arthur could think of so as not to have to do this, Merlin—
they had said he was called as soon as he had been thrust upon Arthur as a
gift— had practically forced himself on Arthur not a moment later.
Merlin had pinned Arthur to the bed inside the tent, tied Arthur’s wrists above
his head with the muddy cloth that had been previously wrapped around his neck,
and then had crawled down over Arthur’s body, lowered his breeches with a
single pull, and engulfed Arthur’s cock eagerly into his mouth.
Arthur had objected again then, attempted to sit up straight on the bed, but
Merlin had shoved him back down with a hand to his chest, had said, “Lie down
and let me. I am here to please you, and the only sounds I want coming out of
your mouth are those of pleasure.”
And Arthur had been more than prepared to protest again, because a mere slave
was not in any position to give Arthur, the King, any orders, even though the
picture they must’ve made could suggest otherwise, but the retort had died on
his lips the moment his blood had rushed southwards as his dick was enveloped
in a wet tight heat.
The boy wasn’t very gracious but he was more skilled than Arthur would have
imagined, despite his early age, and he sucked at Arthur’s cock eagerly as if
he had been born for that task only. He furrowed his bow and concentrated
solely on being true to his words and draw out of Arthur as much pleasure as
possible, making him grow hard in no time.
Taking a small jar of oil from his jacket pocket, Merlin divested himself of
his clothes until he was straddling Arthur’s thighs, completely nude, and then
unashamedly poured the oil onto Arthur's dick and smeared it behind himself. As
Arthur watched Merlin work, he mused how he should be the one in control here,
and not have a slave manhandling him around. How he should grab a hold of the
boy, plant him facepalm on the mattress and fuck him dry. But then, he wouldn't
say it aloud, but it was exhilarating for once to leave the hard work to
someone else.
Merlin's moves, although a bit mechanic, made Arthur hot, and when he supported
his weight with one hand on Arthur's chest and then impaled himself down on
Arthur's dick inch by inch, Arthur forgot about thinking altogether.
Merlin had not the body of a man as of yet, but he was appealing in his own
way, he was easy on the eye when you looked at him more than once, and the
rocking of his hips was sensual for a boy; Arthur could see why Bayard would
lay with a young lad like Merlin. He wasn't submissive or scandalous like a
woman; he knew what he was doing and he was cheeky about it.
He moved like he wanted it, but Arthur could see it was all an act. Merlin's
cock wasn't hard, but considering it wasn't entirely soft either, Arthur
decided to stimulate it and see what happened. He swung his arms from above his
head down to rest over his stomach, and then used his cupped hands tied by the
neckerchief to fist the boy's dick in between his palms. Merlin, taken aback,
flickered his eyes to Arthur, but his rhythm barely faltered, not even when he
started to fuck himself on Arthur, and his cock rubbed up and down firmly under
Arthur's touch, swelling against Merlin's will at the attention.
Maybe Arthur wasn't completely in control, and maybe he didn't know the kind of
men Merlin lay with, but he would not be one more of them. He started to meet
Merlin's thrusts, and smiled inwardly at the look on the boy's face, at the
reactions of his body, the change of his breathing and the strengthened grip of
his hands on Arthur's shoulders that soon dragged Arthur closer to orgasm.
When it happened, and Arthur spilled inside the boy, Merlin didn't stop
hitching his hips, the same way he had not when his dick had suddenly pulsed in
Arthur's touch; when he had shut his eyes and bit his lips, and his whole body
had gone taut and tense in Arthur's arms. Arthur's hands were wet with Merlin's
come, but as soon as Merlin freed him of the bonds, he didn't waste time, he
bowed his head and licked Arthur's fingers clean one by one, in a way that, if
Arthur could, would have had him hardening him again.
The next morning, after a long heated conversation with Bayard, Arthur took the
boy home with him.
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