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Quickies	By : Dragonheart Category: M through R > Merlin (BBC) > Merlin (BBC) Views: 4976 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's Merlin, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Notes: These drabbles were written for the centi_porn challenge at Live Journal, where the idea is to pick a pairing, pick a theme set and then write those 15 100-word smutty drabbles. I've posted them all in one document because I felt that was the best form of presentation and couldn't find anything concerning drabbles in the FAQ. If this is incorrect, please correct me and I will be happy to fix things.

All drabbles are for the MerlinxArthur pairing.

Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's Merlin, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Perfect Alibi
The excuse is so perfect. Merlin's fingers slip over the fine cloth and metal he drapes upon Arthur, over his stomach and around his hips.
Arthur hisses about how he doesn't have time for this as he grips Merlin's hair. But to pull him closer or push him away?
Then Merlin presses hard between his legs, making Arthur's mind up for him. Merlin fumbles awkwardly to find his way past Arthur's waistband and when his fingers slip down they move at a jerky pace. But Arthur still ends up with his head rolled back against Merlin's shoulder as he gasps.
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Scrap
It's often rough. Clothes can never be shed fast enough. Merlin is barely on his back before his legs are spread and he's arching up as Arthur thrusts inside him. Fingers are everywhere, raking over bare backs and grabbing at limbs. Their lips bump into each other and any parts of each other's throat they can reach. Merlin feels Arthur's teeth bite his neck and there's a strain in his jaw as he tries to not cry out too loudly.
Next morning Merlin pulls his scarf on tightly and hopes it doesn't slip down when Gaius happens to be looking.
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Muted
Notes: Voyerism, spoilers for episode 10.
Will's throat is dry and he's sure his breathing can be heard by the whole village. But nothing notices him, which is a good thing.
He sees Merlin pressed up against a wall, cast in shadow. He has one leg raised and hooked over Arthur's hip, allowing the prince's hips to roll and thrust up inside him. Their lips are pushed hard together, keeping their voices from slipping too far into the night.
Will sees and hates that Merlin has heard all the things from Arthur which he could never bring himself to say. Even so, he can't look away.
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Knotted
Notes: light bondage.
All Merlin can really do is dig his ankles into Arthur's back. It's the only contact he has much control over because his scarf is knotted around his wrists, binding them above his head.
Arthur kisses and nips Merlin's skin at his leisure. It keeps Merlin's mouth open as he moans and he's sure Arthur is pushing his hips forward hard to keep that expression.
"This isn't fair," Merlin complains through his teeth, twisting his wrists to try and loosen the knot. But it seems Arthur is amazingly good at them.
Arthur laughs. "Since when did you make the rules?"
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Anticipate
Merlin feels his chest heave but can't control it. He wishes he could because he knows it makes him look foolish.
His scarf is wrapped around his eyes so he can only imagine how Arthur watches him and smiles as he traces his fingers up the inside of Merlin's thigh, making him feel every second of it.
Merlin reaches up blindly, feels Arthur's hair under his fingers. Then he's clutching it and pulling him down as Arthur thrusts hard inside him. As his cry trails off he doesn't have to imagine Arthur's smile. He can feel it against his neck.
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Snag
Arthur feels Merlin's fingers as they move through his hair. He feels Merlin's chest and rock-hard nipples skim over his. He feels the push of his hips. Most of all he feels the sting which mixes with near-blinding pleasure of Merlin's cock inside him. He arches underneath him, breathes hard, moans and feels sweat cling to him.
What he also feels is Merlin's scarf against his collarbone. It's the only piece of clothing which remains and Arthur has no argument that. It's easy for him to snag his fingers around it and pull Merlin down to press their lips together.
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Delay
If Merlin shared his bed it at least meant there was no issue with him not arriving on time.
The downside was it often made Arthur late.
Yet that didn't concern Arthur too much when he was being brought out of his drowsy state by Merlin's lips covering his and his fingers trailing lightly down over his stomach, then circling his thighs. Then inside him, stretching and pushing.
Arthur glanced towards the window and suddenly remembered the knights gathering, awaiting his instructions for training.
"They're waiting."
Merlin didn't appear to share his concern. "They can wait a few more moments."
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Self Restraint
Arthur bites hard into the thick glove which covers his fist. One noise too loud and it's over.
It's in Merlin's mind as well. He's pressed against Arthur's back, panting heavily into his shoulders, pushing his hips forward. Arthur burns with the feeling of him inside and the strain builds in his jaw as he bites back his shouts. It isn't helped at all by Merlin grasping Arthur's cock in his hand, squeezing and pumping.
He gets the feeling Merlin is doing it on purpose. But, rather conveniently, he's can't have words about it with a mouthful of leather glove.
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Ignite
There's a fire in Arthur's eyes when he's challenged and Merlin has a talent for provoking it. He pins Arthur's wrists above his head, putting his weight into it. Merlin can't help smiling when he dodges Arthur's attempts to dip his head up to reach him, listening to the curses and threats which come with it.
But Merlin doesn't have much patience either. He lets Arthur catch him and takes the weight off his wrists. Their bodies are hot as they press together and become a mess of thrusting hips, tangled limbs, scratching fingers and tongues slipping around each other.
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Moth to a Flame
Notes: Spoilers for episode 10.
In only a few months Merlin has forgotten how cold it gets at night. The chill bites right through his skin, so he sits as close to the fire as he can.
When the fire burns down, he sandwiches himself between Arthur and the ground. Merlin keeps his eyes squeezed shut, ensuring he doesn't remind himself of how close Morgana and Gwen are, and his mouth pushed against his arm. It's all he can do to keep his gasps and moans from slipping too far into the forest as Arthur reaches down, pressing and rubbing his hand between Merlin's legs.
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Tremor
Merlin's hands are holding down Arthur's trembling hips as he licks, kisses and sucks gently at them, his thighs, his stomach... anywhere except where Arthur needs his mouth to be. Arthur's fingers are threaded through Merlin's hair. But then Merlin does... something and his grip loosens.
The bloody idiot.
Arthur doesn't often try to figure out how Merlin's mind works. So he doesn't know why Merlin decides to suddenly stop his teasing and run his tongue over the head of Arthur's cock. Something flashes before Arthur's eyes, his throat rumbles with a shout and he's in no position to complain.
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Stained
It doesn't matter how far Merlin spreads his thighs or how much oil they use. As Arthur thrusts into him, Merlin bites into his bottom lip as he's sure he can feel something tear and sting. But there's an odd pleasure swirling with it, so he shifts his legs and whines for Arthur to push harder.
Afterwards, when Merlin is sure that Arthur is asleep, he breathes some well-rehearsed words as quietly as he can and the traces of blood upon the sheets vanish. He's aware that there may be a high price to pay should he forget even once.
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Resolve Shattered
Something snaps. There's no time to figure out exactly what it is because minds are racing and breaths are quick.
Somehow it's Arthur's back which ends up pressed against the wall. Merlin's hands are shaking but somehow he still manages to get the belts undone. Arthur's leg hooks over and presses against Merlin's bare hip, he claws at his back and scrapes his teeth against his lips.
Merlin was never a good liar but at that moment the thought of having to make up stories for why his lips are bleeding and swollen is the last thing on his mind.
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Time of Day
The windows in Arthur's chambers were topped with arches and the glass was what the prince's back was pressed against. It was the dead of night so he had no argument to Merlin pushing his face against Arthur's neck as he pressed and rubbed his hand firmly against his erection.
His patience faded and he took a firm hold of Merlin's hand, pulling it up then beneath his waistband. Arthur shifted to part his legs even further, he pressed their lips together and right then he wouldn't have cared what time of day it was or who might be watching.
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Technicality
Technically, Arthur was resting. Technically, Merlin was watching him.
Just not how Gaius probably had in mind.
Arthur had his eyes closed and his mouth open. Merlin was between his legs with Arthur's cock in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.
Then Merlin suddenly withdrew and, before he could stop himself, Arthur's hips bucked.
Usually Merlin might lay himself on top of Arthur, but his body was still covered in cuts and bruises. So he pressed himself to Arthur's side as he reached for a small bottle. Then Arthur was arching back again as oil-coated fingers pushed inside him
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