Arthur lounges back in his chair. He's grinning, he knows it, but really. With Merlin on his knees in front of him, naked and with Arthur's own coat of arms engraved on the pendant hanging about his neck? Well, he's got a lot to grin about, hasn't he?
And he has a suprise for his lover - because sometimes Merlin can be so very good, folding down obediantely to his knees when Arthur gives him no more than a look, eyes flooding molten as he vanishes his clothes from his body while Arthur watches, that pleased little grin on his face when Arthur can't help but gasp his name...
There's a knock at the door - his visitor, Merlin's present - and Merlin looks up, a little of the dazed acceptance fading from his eyes as he struggles back to now and reality, but Arthur just runs a hand through Merlin's hair from forehead to the nape of the man's neck, and Merlin settles against his chair, gaze falling again as Arthur calls 'Enter'.
But, oh! How Merlin's breath quickens when he realises it's Lancelot who's entered and barred the door behind himself - Lancelot, who's now standing there more than a little gobsmacked, staring at Merlin kneeling at Arthur's feet, and Arthur's grin grows just a little more.
"Merlin," he says, drawling out the name just to feel Merlin shiver under his hand. "Why don't you go welcome our guest properly?"
Merlin swallows, pushes his head into Arthur's touch just briefly, and then nods.
"As you wish, Arthur," he says, voice low and rough with arousal, and he starts to get to his feet, Arthur's fingers taking the opportunity to slide over as much of that unbelievably white skin as possible in passing. He walks, quietly, smoothly, over to Lancelot and folds himself down to the floor again, reaching for Lancelot's belt buckle.
From his chair, Arthur watches, watches as Lancelot's shocked look fades to one of deep arousal, watches as Merlin frees Lancelot from his breeches and Lancelot rests too-careful hands on Merlin's head, not guiding him, and Arthur's going to have to speak to him about that because Merlin likes it a little rough, sometimes, and tonight is one of those nights.
It's obvious Lancelot won't push, though, so Arthur gets to his feet and walks over, reaching down a hand to pet and soothe Merlin when the younger man looks up automatically at his approach, so obviously thinking he's done something wrong.
Far from it.
Arthur pulls Lancelot towards him, demands and takes a kiss as is his due, and then urges Merlin to his feet with a light tugging on his hair, and Merlin comes up, standing next to them.
"Go turn down the bed and prepare yourself," Arthur tells him, and leans in to take that pink, full mouth in a kiss that's more demanding than the one he took from Lancelot, because Merlin will give Arthur everything - the moon and the sun and the stars and the whole of Albion, should Arthur desire it - and Arthur wants...
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As you wish, Merlin, Merlin/Arthur/Lancelot - 1/2
Date: 2009-05-05 12:02 am (UTC)And he has a suprise for his lover - because sometimes Merlin can be so very good, folding down obediantely to his knees when Arthur gives him no more than a look, eyes flooding molten as he vanishes his clothes from his body while Arthur watches, that pleased little grin on his face when Arthur can't help but gasp his name...
There's a knock at the door - his visitor, Merlin's present - and Merlin looks up, a little of the dazed acceptance fading from his eyes as he struggles back to now and reality, but Arthur just runs a hand through Merlin's hair from forehead to the nape of the man's neck, and Merlin settles against his chair, gaze falling again as Arthur calls 'Enter'.
But, oh! How Merlin's breath quickens when he realises it's Lancelot who's entered and barred the door behind himself - Lancelot, who's now standing there more than a little gobsmacked, staring at Merlin kneeling at Arthur's feet, and Arthur's grin grows just a little more.
"Merlin," he says, drawling out the name just to feel Merlin shiver under his hand. "Why don't you go welcome our guest properly?"
Merlin swallows, pushes his head into Arthur's touch just briefly, and then nods.
"As you wish, Arthur," he says, voice low and rough with arousal, and he starts to get to his feet, Arthur's fingers taking the opportunity to slide over as much of that unbelievably white skin as possible in passing. He walks, quietly, smoothly, over to Lancelot and folds himself down to the floor again, reaching for Lancelot's belt buckle.
From his chair, Arthur watches, watches as Lancelot's shocked look fades to one of deep arousal, watches as Merlin frees Lancelot from his breeches and Lancelot rests too-careful hands on Merlin's head, not guiding him, and Arthur's going to have to speak to him about that because Merlin likes it a little rough, sometimes, and tonight is one of those nights.
It's obvious Lancelot won't push, though, so Arthur gets to his feet and walks over, reaching down a hand to pet and soothe Merlin when the younger man looks up automatically at his approach, so obviously thinking he's done something wrong.
Far from it.
Arthur pulls Lancelot towards him, demands and takes a kiss as is his due, and then urges Merlin to his feet with a light tugging on his hair, and Merlin comes up, standing next to them.
"Go turn down the bed and prepare yourself," Arthur tells him, and leans in to take that pink, full mouth in a kiss that's more demanding than the one he took from Lancelot, because Merlin will give Arthur everything - the moon and the sun and the stars and the whole of Albion, should Arthur desire it - and Arthur wants...
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