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Quiver	By : Dragonheart Category: M through R > Merlin (BBC) > Merlin (BBC) Views: 7789 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It's wrong, a terrible thing to do and Merlin knows that if he's ever found out then very bad things will happen. Even so, he can't stop himself. It's almost as though he's become separated from his own body. He watches what he's doing and tries to tell himself to stop, only to have his jaws move silently and uselessly.
His arm stretches downwards beneath the covers. It shakes. Merlin can't keep it held up, so rests it against his thigh. His eyes are squeezed shut, his head rolled back into his thin pillow and he gnaws at his bottom lip. As he does, he hisses words through his teeth, so softly he can barely hear them. There must be something else in control of his body, or at least it feels that way because he's barely aware he's doing it. He's so lost in the sensations its gives him.
Like how his stomach squeezes, his head rolls to the side so his chin brushes his left shoulder and how it feels so tight and hot between his legs. Merlin shifts, can hear his own whimpers but it does nothing. He still keeps muttering softly. He just can't stop himself and isn't quite sure of what he's doing, just knows that he's started so must see it through.
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Arthur sleeps in his own bed, many corridors away from where Merlin stays. He's on his back, one moment sleeping soundly, and then he shifts. Arthur's lips part and a soft moan, barely audible but with nobody to hear it, slips from him. When he draws in a sharp breath, his head rolls to the side and his chin brushes his left shoulder.
As Arthur shifts again, his legs spread and in his sleep he sees images flash before him. They're so quick he only just manages to catch a glimpse of what they might be. Flashes of skin, shoulders, chest, stomach, hip. Brushes of fingers which he can feel and make his skin tingle. A glimpse of black hair, messy and matted with sweat. Then there is a pair of eyes which watch him so closely and with such intensity Arthur can feel heat gather around his cock and an ache spread up to his gut.
He moans again, clenches his fingers and rolls his hips.
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Merlin hears his own breathing and it sounds as though it's all around him in the small room. It fills the dark and rings in his ears as he pants heavily. Somehow he keeps muttering those words. He barely knows what they are but doesn't think about them. It's just easier that way.
He lays there, squeezes his eyes shut and holds his hand against his thigh. He's only just aware of moving that hand, slowly and up and down to rub against his leg. It makes his chest go tight. Merlin's head pushes back into his thin pillow and his breath hitches in his throat as his hand creeps around his thigh, almost as though it has a mind of his own, and brushes over his cock. It's hard, feels hot and when Merlin touches it he gasps.
The words Merlin whispers become punctured by soft whimpers and moans as he moves his hand up and down, just enough to make his body feel as though it were alive and on fire. The images which were so vague in his head suddenly become so vivid. Images which include blue eyes, blond hair and sharp teeth which are exposed when Arthur smiles enough. Those images shift and change. The blue eyes are sometimes hooded, sometimes closed completely. The blond hair is mussed, the fringe mattered with sweat. The sharp teeth aren't visible anymore but Merlin can still see Arthur's lips parted.
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The images in Arthur's dreams are distorted so he can't quite catch a good enough glimpse of them or even think about what they might mean. He also can't because his body is burning. His breath is quick, rushes in and out of his chest as he gasps and pants and feels something press and rub against his cock. Whatever it is, he can't control it, can't stop it, doesn't want to stop it. His hands don't move, just clench at his sides and Arthur's hips buck forward.
He moans and can just about hear it. There is heavy breathing as well but Arthur isn't sure whether it's him or not. But that doesn't matter.
Arthur moves his hips towards that touch and feels his mouth go dry as his fringe matters with sweat upon his forehead.
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At some point Merlin stopped muttering but he doesn't know when exactly that was, neither is he really concerned. Those words still swirl around his head and something within his mind is able to make sense of them. Merlin can just about see them, blurry and just out of his reach. Whatever they are, they seem to know what they're doing so he doesn't try to stop it at all. He probably wouldn't be able to anyway, not with the way his body is reacting.
It isn't as though Merlin has any argument against that. It isn't as though Merlin even thinks about that. Instead all of his thoughts are on Arthur and he can see him now, clear as day in front of his closed eyes. His body sweats heavily, his face is flushed and his chest rises and falls quickly as he pants between parted lips. Arthur's eyes are closed and all of a sudden Merlin notices the small creases around his eyelids and how his eyelashes flick out. His hair is mattered over his forehead and messy against the pillows he rolls his head back into. Merlin can see his whole body. The thin light scars traced across his chest which he can only see when he looks closely. His nipples, dusky in colour and erect. There's his stomach which is toned and covered with sweat. Arthur's legs are parted, his cock is erect and his hips are raised.
Merlin's hips buck and there's a tight feeling around his cock and a moan in his ears. His own breath hitches in his throat but his hips move again, towards that feeling and that sound and his hand keeps moving. The image of Arthur before him moves, writhes where he lays and Merlin can feel it. He sees Arthur's hips move forward, his chest rise up and his mouth open even more. He can hear the soft cry, the low moan and the heavy breathing. Merlin can see him, hear him and when Arthur's fingers clench into the sheets he feels it against his skin.
He keeps his hips and his hands moving. The thrusting of his hips gets a little easier each time. Merlin raises his chin, flicks out his tongue and sees Arthur tilt his head to the side to leave his neck exposed.
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There's something inside him. It hurts and makes his body burn but there's also that feeling of something rubbing up and down against his cock. His fingers curl and try to hold onto something because his head rushes and it feels as though he's falling. Whatever he manages to grip, he thinks its flesh because he can feel the bones underneath and it's wet, as though sweating. Something comes hot and quick against his neck, again and again and Arthur is sure he can hear breath and moans which aren't his.
He parts his legs as far as he can and whatever it is which moves inside him hits something. Something which sends white heat through his body and bleeds pleasure into the pain. His head swirls even faster and his lungs burn. Something touches against his neck, runs up to his ear and Arthur tilts his head back.
That feeling keeps coming, something inside him which almost feels like too much but at the same time so good. It pushes his own hips forward, into whatever pumps up and down his cock. It's unbearable, but he lets himself become lost in it, allows it to wrap around him. Images flash through his mind and just when he's almost sure he thinks he knows what they are they're gone. There's black ruffled hair, jolting hips and eyes which are squeezed shut as small beads of sweat run past them.
Arthur's chest tightens, his breath scratches against his own throat. He feels whatever it was running up his neck come again and it's only when his earlobe is nipped he realises it was a tongue.
It's hard to breathe, his head rolls back and as he comes there's one name on his lips.
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"Merlin!"
The shout echoes in Merlin's head as his eyes suddenly open and he exhales so sharply his chest burns with pain. His wrist turns and his hand lays still upon the mattress, underneath his sheets, beside his leg. Things are quiet. So quiet the air around him feels too heavy with it and he chews hard upon his bottom lip as slowly, bit by bit, what he's just done begins to dawn on him.
He knows for sure he won't be able to look Arthur in the eye when he is to start his duties within a few hours.
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