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Ratitng: NC-17
Warnings: Objection insertion
Word Count: 750
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summerpornathon's third challenge, Fill a KinkMeme prompt. I'm OBVIOUSLY a member of teamenvy because everyone wants to be us.
"Merlin!" Gwen shouts across the yard before tugging him into a hug. "I'm glad you could make it."
Merlin nods and Gwen hugs him again, her smile wide and slightly tipsy, giving him some sort of musical instrument he's never seen in his time in Camelot. She's off across the grass before he can ask her what it's for, disappearing into the chaos of Servant’s Festival.
"Thanks?" He calls after her, fumbling with the large tubular instrument that billows out into a horn shape. He snags a cup of ale, ready to be drunk from just a cup. Even wine with dinner tended to put his mind in the clouds and his magic on the tips of his fingers.
<3<3<3
The horn Gwen gave him earlier is loud and obnoxious but that doesn't stop Merlin from blowing into it every chance he can get--like now. The instrument has a name but Merlin's lips are too heavy with mead and his tongue too lazy for the foreign name.
"You have taken to that thing, haven't you?"
Merlin spins around to see Sir Leon, wreathed in firelight and looking incredibly handsome outside of his formal attire.
"Leon!" Merlin says loudly and before he can stop himself he's hugging the knight. Surprisingly, Leon accepts the embrace and Merlin tries not to snuggle into the warmth of his neck, which smells of rich spices and sunlight.
He is obviously drunker than he thought.
"I didn't know you played the vuvuzela," Leon says with a smile that turns into a leer as his fingers wrap around the instrument before Merlin has fully pulled back from the embrace. Merlin can't help but stare, his vision blurring around the edges, as Leon practically strokes the instrument with his long and incredibly erotic fingertips. Merlin watches, mouth dry, as Leon gently moves the instrument from Merlin’s side to press it against Merlin’s lips. Leon smirks, his head tilted in amusement and Merlin isn’t drunk enough to believe it has nothing to do with his tenting breeches, or the way he greedily accepts the horn between his lips. “You look good playing it too.”
Merlin blushes as Leon’s hand moved down the tube until he is tracing the edge of Merlin’s mouth. Merlin shivers, frozen to the spot and utterly riveted by Leon’s smoldering gaze.
“Come with me to get an ale?” Leon asks, already tugging Merlin out of the ring of fire and in the opposite direction of the ale vendors, toward the forest.
<3<3<3
Merlin moans, his flushed face pressed into his arms. His mind is dizzy drunk but his body is on fire, Leon’s fingers thrusting into him, hot and insistent.
“Look at you, you gorgeous thing,” Leon whispers against the shell of his ear. It’s consuming, the fire Leon’s fingertips press into his greedy hole and the magic that courses through his body more freely with alcohol and arousal.
“Leon,” Merlin pants into his skin when Leon removes his fingers and he hears the man behind him laugh lightly before curling a calloused hand around Merlin’s thin hip and pulling until Merlin’s back is almost flat as a table, presenting his gaping hole for Leon’s use.
“Impatient for my cock, Merlin?” Leon’s tone is teasing but Merlin can hear the arousal there. Merlin only moans in response, swiveling his hips in an attempt to get more contact. But what he receives isn’t the thick length of Leon’s cock but the cool slide of something smaller but harder.
Merlin tries to protest but it comes out as a moan when he twists around to see the vuvuzela being eased into his hole. Merlin’s eyes dart from the horn to Leon, cock leaking out of his trousers as he watches the instrument press inside of Merlin.
“Yes,” Leon murmurs. “Take it all.”
“Harder,” Merlin moans, fucking himself on the vuvuzela for Leon’s eyes to feast on. Merlin impales himself on the instrument, writhing for more until the knight bites savagely at his neck and pulls the instrument out too quickly, leaving Merlin to squirm and gasp until Leon replaces it with the length of his cock.
“Fucking gorgeous thing,” Leon mouths into his neck as he pounds into Merlin’s barely stretched hole, his sword hand coming around to stroke Merlin’s leaking cock.
They fuck in time with the vuvuzelas playing in the distance.
FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DIDN'T GUESS ME, YOU ARE ALL SILLY.
Ratitng: NC-17
Warnings: Objection insertion
Word Count: 750
Author's Notes: Written for
summerpornathon's third challenge, Fill a KinkMeme prompt. I'm OBVIOUSLY a member of teamenvy because everyone wants to be us. "Merlin!" Gwen shouts across the yard before tugging him into a hug. "I'm glad you could make it."
Merlin nods and Gwen hugs him again, her smile wide and slightly tipsy, giving him some sort of musical instrument he's never seen in his time in Camelot. She's off across the grass before he can ask her what it's for, disappearing into the chaos of Servant’s Festival.
"Thanks?" He calls after her, fumbling with the large tubular instrument that billows out into a horn shape. He snags a cup of ale, ready to be drunk from just a cup. Even wine with dinner tended to put his mind in the clouds and his magic on the tips of his fingers.
The horn Gwen gave him earlier is loud and obnoxious but that doesn't stop Merlin from blowing into it every chance he can get--like now. The instrument has a name but Merlin's lips are too heavy with mead and his tongue too lazy for the foreign name.
"You have taken to that thing, haven't you?"
Merlin spins around to see Sir Leon, wreathed in firelight and looking incredibly handsome outside of his formal attire.
"Leon!" Merlin says loudly and before he can stop himself he's hugging the knight. Surprisingly, Leon accepts the embrace and Merlin tries not to snuggle into the warmth of his neck, which smells of rich spices and sunlight.
He is obviously drunker than he thought.
"I didn't know you played the vuvuzela," Leon says with a smile that turns into a leer as his fingers wrap around the instrument before Merlin has fully pulled back from the embrace. Merlin can't help but stare, his vision blurring around the edges, as Leon practically strokes the instrument with his long and incredibly erotic fingertips. Merlin watches, mouth dry, as Leon gently moves the instrument from Merlin’s side to press it against Merlin’s lips. Leon smirks, his head tilted in amusement and Merlin isn’t drunk enough to believe it has nothing to do with his tenting breeches, or the way he greedily accepts the horn between his lips. “You look good playing it too.”
Merlin blushes as Leon’s hand moved down the tube until he is tracing the edge of Merlin’s mouth. Merlin shivers, frozen to the spot and utterly riveted by Leon’s smoldering gaze.
“Come with me to get an ale?” Leon asks, already tugging Merlin out of the ring of fire and in the opposite direction of the ale vendors, toward the forest.
Merlin moans, his flushed face pressed into his arms. His mind is dizzy drunk but his body is on fire, Leon’s fingers thrusting into him, hot and insistent.
“Look at you, you gorgeous thing,” Leon whispers against the shell of his ear. It’s consuming, the fire Leon’s fingertips press into his greedy hole and the magic that courses through his body more freely with alcohol and arousal.
“Leon,” Merlin pants into his skin when Leon removes his fingers and he hears the man behind him laugh lightly before curling a calloused hand around Merlin’s thin hip and pulling until Merlin’s back is almost flat as a table, presenting his gaping hole for Leon’s use.
“Impatient for my cock, Merlin?” Leon’s tone is teasing but Merlin can hear the arousal there. Merlin only moans in response, swiveling his hips in an attempt to get more contact. But what he receives isn’t the thick length of Leon’s cock but the cool slide of something smaller but harder.
Merlin tries to protest but it comes out as a moan when he twists around to see the vuvuzela being eased into his hole. Merlin’s eyes dart from the horn to Leon, cock leaking out of his trousers as he watches the instrument press inside of Merlin.
“Yes,” Leon murmurs. “Take it all.”
“Harder,” Merlin moans, fucking himself on the vuvuzela for Leon’s eyes to feast on. Merlin impales himself on the instrument, writhing for more until the knight bites savagely at his neck and pulls the instrument out too quickly, leaving Merlin to squirm and gasp until Leon replaces it with the length of his cock.
“Fucking gorgeous thing,” Leon mouths into his neck as he pounds into Merlin’s barely stretched hole, his sword hand coming around to stroke Merlin’s leaking cock.
They fuck in time with the vuvuzelas playing in the distance.
FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DIDN'T GUESS ME, YOU ARE ALL SILLY.
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Date: 2010-07-24 08:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-26 02:35 am (UTC)HEHE. THEY'RE NOT ANNOYING. THEY ARE A LOVVVVEEE SONG.
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Date: 2010-07-24 09:48 pm (UTC)I FUCKING KNEW YOU'D PICK THAT ONE OH MY FUCK I KNEW IT THE MOMENT I SHOWED YOU
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Date: 2010-07-26 02:34 am (UTC)HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO RESIST IT. AND THEN NO ONE FUCKING TOOK IT. NOT ONE PERSON. IT WANTED ME AS MUCH AS I WANTED IT.
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