Monday - Manners

[trinityday.livejournal.com]

Hi everyone! I'm trinityday and I'll be your guest host this week.

Today's theme is manners.

Ps & Qs. Social graces. Poise and deportment. Some people's default mode is to be polite. Others... not so much. So tell us about your characters following proper etiquette, their mishaps, everything that has to do with manners in general.

For the sake of our code monkeys, please remember not to go crazy and to limit yourself to 3 prompts per genre and 5 prompts in a row total. If your prompts get answered, then feel free to leave some more later in the day.

Spoilers are not allowed in your prompts until a week (7 days) has passed from the original air date. If there are spoilers in your fic, please remember to warn people by bolding and leaving at least 3 spaces.

Also, remember to thank your fic provider. Not only is it the nice thing to do, but it often helps encourage them to write even more.

The proper formatting for leaving your prompts is as follows, the third example being for crossovers:

Harry Potter, Lily/James, it's polite to reciprocate oral sex
Doctor Who, Doctor/Donna, the correct form of greeting on Earth in the 73rd century
Torchwood/Highlander, Methos/Jack, the proper etiquette for attending your own funeral

If none of today's prompts catch your eye, there's always the Lonely Prompts list to look through.

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Comments

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, no one has ever expected Arthur to say 'please' before

Expectations, Merlin/Arthur, R

[rocketgirl2.livejournal.com]

Merlin’s known Arthur for long enough that he knows what to expect. For instance, he doesn’t think Arthur will ever actually be nice to him face-to-face, because a prince is not friends with a servant. Nor does he presume that Arthur will acknowledge Merlin for helping him out of many a tight place, because a knight of Camelot likes to believe that he can do things on his own.

Then again, no one, has ever expected Arthur to say please before, and look where that belief has ended up.

The belief has, for future reference, been lost somewhere amongst Arthur’s bedclothes; slipped quietly into the realm of false assumptions sometime in between when Merlin’s mouth touched his and the place they are now, which has Arthur begging like he’s Merlin’s bitch and oh, Merlin likes that. Call it natural talent, call it intuition, but somehow Merlin knows just what to do to make Arthur moan and scream and beg even though he’s never done this before. Knows how to make him come, too, but he’s not doing that just yet. He’s going to tease Arthur for as long as he possibly can; would maybe even string him along and then never give him the satisfaction were it not for the fact that, come morning, Arthur’s in charge again. Merlin can get away with this because it feels so good. If he leaves Arthur feeling unsatisfied, though, there will be hell to pay.

Add this to the list of things Merlin never expected of Arthur: the prince squirming underneath him, trying to increase the friction as Merlin brushes his fingers over him oh-so-gently. The whimper that fights its way through Arthur’s lips is just pure beauty, and Merlin decides to give him more for that, increasing the pressure just enough to make it noticeable.

“More,” Arthur gasps, but Merlin doesn’t oblige; they’ve just started, really, and Merlin hasn’t gotten a chance to fuck the dignity right out of Arthur like he wants to, like he’s going to before the night is out. So he presses his lips to Arthur’s and finds his prince a mess of tongue and teeth and saliva and decides that maybe he’d better get on with things, for his own safety.

He skims his other hand sensually down Arthur’s back and begins loosening him up—Arthur has fallen mostly silent but for the occasional gasp, and feels a smile creep onto his face at the fact that he has done this to Arthur.

He pulls his fingers out of Arthur and positions the tip of his erection there instead, but then hesitates—Arthur still isn’t saying anything, and is it possible that he’s changed his mind?

Merlin doesn’t want to spoil the mood by asking—it would be one of those moves, so typical to Merlin, that Arthur always lectures him about afterward—but he thinks there may not be anything else to do. Thankfully, his uncertainty is resolved by Arthur’s moan of, “Merlin, please.”

And there’s nothing that can be much more clear that that, so Merlin does.

Re: Expectations, Merlin/Arthur, R

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

Oh... thank you that's so hot. I wasn't actually expecting this at all... maybe some teasing or a little argument but yes, this is perfect. Thank you!

Re: Expectations, Merlin/Arthur, R

[rocketgirl2.livejournal.com]

Thanks, I'm glad you like it!

To be honest, I don't generally write things so...R-rated, but your prompt just screamed "smut!" to me. XD