Keep A Secret | By : Dragonheart Category: M through R > Merlin (BBC) > Merlin (BBC) Views: 5201 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Keep a Secret
The castle is full of secrets and Arthur knows this. Within its walls and stacks of books, their pages yellowed with age, it carries the secrets and whispers of all those who came before him; what they spoke of, what they saw and what they did. To this day, the castle still gathers those secrets and every now and again Arthur finds himself reaching out a hand to brush it against the walls, wondering what they know of his time.
Arthur knows those secrets are there. They are within the hateful glint which lights his father's eyes on fire whenever the subject of magic is brought forward. They are within the whispers of the maids as they scurry down the hallways, their arms laden with sheets, swapping stories and gossip. They are within the pages of the many books and all the different containers belonging to Gaius, for goodness knows what exactly they hold.
Arthur also knows these secrets are there because he has his own.
His eyes are squeezed shut and he wants to allow his head to flop backwards but the brick wall his back is pressed against won't allow that. So he has to settle for letting his head roll down to his left, with his cheek near his shoulder.
Despite the hot day, the air inside the stables is cool as it mixes with musty smells and dust expelled from hay which dances in the light near the door and windows like fireflies. Inside the thick fabric of his clothes, Arthur is burning all over his body. The heat completely consumes him, especially around his bare thighs.
Beads of sweat run down from his forehead. He can feel the salty tingle as it trickles down onto his lips, which remain almost unbearably dry, no matter how many times he quickly runs his tongue over them. There is a part of Arthur which is reluctant to move his tongue at all, for he worries he will mimic Merlin's actions too much.
Even if he does, there is no indication at all that Merlin notices. He is down between Arthur's legs, moving his head back and forth. His tongue feels as though it's pulsing against Arthur's cock, pushing up hard as it laps over the veins and brushes against them so softly with the edges of his teeth. In the back of his mind, Arthur knows those touches are slight, but he is unable to completely bring himself to believe it. Because it sends a hot white flash through his body, which make his hips jolt, his cock throb and then he sees it before his closed eyes. It tries to escape through his mouth but Arthur does all that's within his rapidly diminishing power at that moment to prevent it. He thinks he's succeeding, but can't really tell.
And, to be honest, can't really bring himself to care very much.
All the same, he bears his teeth and clenches his fists harder where they hang awkwardly by his sides, scraping at the rough brick walls. Arthur's fingers twitch as he would like to reach them forward, find Merlin's hair and grip it hard, almost ripping at it. Those thoughts, those desires, swirl around his mind and snake down his arms to the tips of his fingers. But all they do is twitch and continue to hand there, pressed up against the wall.
There is no part of his body which is his own any more. Somehow Merlin has managed to seize it all in one fell swoop and toys with it before his eyes. He makes Arthur's fingers do nothing but twitch, his mouth hang open, his head roll, his chest heave and his hips jerk. Arthur feels as though his legs can barely keep him up and his cock seems to be screaming for Merlin to grip harder and harder at that control he has somehow managed to gain.
Merlin listens and obliges.
He hums low in his throat and all of a sudden Arthur's body is inflamed. A short, loud noise comes from somewhere which Arthur thinks may have been his own throat. His ears strain for a moment, listening hard for the heavy footsteps of the guards he's sure heard him. But none come.
There is the sound of rough cloth scraping against the ground and Arthur manages to crack one eye open for long enough to see Merlin between his legs, shifting up on his knees, but not far. Then a bead of sweat rolls into his eye, causing him to close it quickly and hiss. At that moment, his limbs choose to respond to his own commands just long enough for him to wipe away the stinging hot bead of water. Then Arthur's arm flops back to his side again.
Arthur suddenly sees lightning before his tightly closed eyes as Merlin takes all of his cock into his mouth. The tip hits something with a bump and then Arthur knows for sure those noises are bursting through his own lips. Through the haze which descends upon him, he forces his jaws shut and grinds his teeth into his bottom lip. The sweat continues to roll down his face and onto his lips, dipping down into the cut he inflicts upon himself to make it burn.
But it feels so good. So does the dizzying fog which rushes around his head, pierced and lit up by the hot white he keeps seeing whenever Merlin should push his tongue up against the underside of his cock or scrape his teeth lightly. Or suck hard or hum low in his throat.
Arthur is suddenly aware of his heart thudding right in his ears. He can feel it pulse along with his whole body. His chest starts to burn as it heaves hard and his lungs can't quite keep up with his panting.
The white flash suddenly consumes his vision, so quickly he isn't sure whether or not he actually saw it. His eardrums ring as his heartbeat booms and his chest feels as though it's going to burst. Arthur's mouth jerks back open because there's nothing he wants to do more that moment than shout as he feels himself come hard. His head buzzes with the pleasure of finally having his body do something he wants.
Below him, Merlin coughs, then draws back as he swallows. Arthur raises his hand once again and swipes away the sweat which has clustered in his eyebrows before he opens his eyes once more. As he does, he sees Merlin stand up in front of him, wiping something he doesn't catch a glimpse of away from the corner of his mouth. His slightly swollen lips are turned upwards and there is a glint in his eyes which is even more smug than it usually gets. As he starts to scrabble for wherever his trousers fell around his legs, Arthur knows he'll have to think of a way to knock that arrogance down again.
Luckily for both of them, Merlin knows how to keep a secret.
END
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