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Service	By : Dragonheart Category: M through R > Merlin (BBC) > Merlin (BBC) Views: 8171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Note: Written for the prompt Uther/Merlin: just another serving boy at a Live Journal community called merlin_ficathon.
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Service
In practically every way, he's just another serving boy. His body shakes as he strips off his clothes and drops them beside the table leg as ordered. In the flickering candlelight, his skin is pale. His body is thin, he looks somewhat underfed but so has just about every serving boy ordered to the king's chambers.
When Merlin has removed the last of his clothing, he doesn't seem sure of what to do with his arms. They keep moving to hang at his sides, press against his legs and just behind him until he settles for crossing them awkwardly in front of his chest. He shifts where he stands, moves uncomfortably and gazes at the floor just in front of the king's feet. Uther lets him have those moments of uncertainty and watches as his bottom lip twitches. Merlin's breath shudders as he inhales and it sounds so loud in the silence.
The moments drag by, ended when Merlin's chest jumps and he looks up into Uther's eyes. He clutches at his own arms and his eyes are wide, like a deer that has heard something ominous in the shadows.
Uther remains seated, raises his eyebrows and gestures towards a small vial on the table. "You'll prepare yourself."
It was expected of all the others.
"And service me as well."
Merlin swallows and chews at his bottom lip. He gazes at the vial and nods.
"Well?"
Merlin's body starts and he looks to Uther again. He nods and says: "Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes sire."
Uther stands as Merlin moves and reaches for the vial. He shrinks back as he moves near the king, hunches his shoulders and draws the vial over the table towards him instead. The top comes off and Merlin dips one finger inside, then the other to coat them in oil. When he withdraws his readied fingers, he curls them towards his palm and then, while he bites his bottom lip again, drops to his knees.
His knees scrape against the cold stone floor as Merlin parts his legs. He reaches down, past his back and when he pushes one finger inside himself a small whine slips through his parted lips. His eyelids flicker shut and his other hand reaches up to take hold of the table edge. It isn't clear whether or not Merlin's aware of the way his hips roll and how he moans softly as his arm moves and he pushes his finger inside him.
Uther allows him whatever is going through his mind and the movements of his body. He watches Merlin as he steps forward, observing how his mouth opens to moan and gasp before his teeth clench, how he grips the edge of the table and how his hips move with the motion of his fingers. They buck forward as he pushes one finger up and moves it in circles, all the while poising the other oiled finger against the edge of his anus, ready. Merlin doesn't seem to notice as Uther's breeches drop around his ankles. When he touches Merlin's head and presses his fingers into that dark hair, he comes out of whatever fantasy world he was losing himself in. Merlin looks up at him with his eyes wide and his mouth open after letting another moan shudder out from his throat.
It only takes a small pull. Then Merlin's hand comes away from where it grips the edge of the table and settles on Uther's thigh. Uther allows it- he never did for the others- and watches as he sees Merlin's tongue flick out before he takes the king's cock into his mouth. The grip he has on Merlin's hair tightens as he watches the boy's head move up and down and feels his tongue swirl. His movements are clumsy, never quite finding a rhythm, but he still sends those hot shaking streaks of pleasure through Uther's body, causing his eyes to close and his head to tilt back.
Merlin moans loudly and for a moment Uther guesses he's managed to slip his other finger inside of him. That thought goes quickly because he feels the vibrations around him, quivering up his body and squeezing at his chest. He vaguely realises he's gripping the table himself now, and feels Merlin clutch at his thigh. Any other serving boy would have had his hand swiped away, but this time Uther allows it, finding a strange enjoyment in the sweat on Merlin's palm press into his skin and his fingers clench lightly. He clutches Merlin's hair tightly in return and pulls him forward a little more to push his cock further into his mouth and draw out a whimper.
As he feels something clench in his stomach and another moan from Merlin vibrate around his cock, Uther grits his teeth and looks down at him. The candles light up some of his hair and skin while leaving the rest in shadows. He notices how Merlin's hips still move, bucking forward and rolling, but also how his arm appears to be moving differently. Both fingers are inside him now, pushing up and away from each other. Something about it clutches at his throat and his mouth goes dry.
"Enough." Uther pulls Merlin back again, feels the drag of the boy's tongue and his hot breath as he gasps in surprise. Merlin is pulled away from Uther's cock and left with a short trail of saliva and precome on the corner of his mouth. He looks up at the king and waits. The sound of his breathing once again fills the room and he still has his fingers inside him, now still. "Remove your fingers and stand."
Merlin silently obeys, presses his lips together as he withdraws his fingers but Uther can still hear the soft groan rumble in his throat. When he stands, he clutches at Uther's thigh again before he withdraws his hand. Merlin waits and Uther sweeps his gaze down his body. He's become hard.
Then Uther looks up again, meets Merlin's eyes and enjoys the way he breaks the contact to glance down at the floor. When he looks back up again, he doesn't quite meet Uther's eyes. His face is flushed.
"Bend over there," Uther tells him and nods towards the table. "And try not to make too much noise."
"Yes sire." Merlin nods as he responds. His voice sounds nothing more than a whisper and a gasp. He turns and bends over the table, as ordered, and Uther watches how the candlelight flickers over and casts shadows onto his skin again. When he presses himself against Merlin's back, he can feel the boy shaking. Not a lot and not as much as some of the others did. But he still feels it and hears the gasp at the contact.
When he pushes up inside him, Uther hears the boy cry out and sees his head drop down. He's done a good job of preparing himself, but feels hot and tight around Uther's cock. Uther finds himself reaching down to grab one of Merlin's thighs, clench tightly and pull to spread his legs that little bit more. His own breathing becomes heavy as he thrusts hard into Merlin and bangs the boy's hips against the edge of the table in turn. Merlin had braced himself with his arms straight and his hands pushed against the table's surface. But it isn't long before his arms collapse as he cries out. Instead he crosses them at the wrists and pushes his mouth against them to muffle his moans and cries.
Uther leans over Merlin's back, puts most of his weight into one arm, and listens to those noises over the sound of his own heavy breathing. As he pushes inside him, it sometimes feels as though Merlin's hips are starting to jerk to jolt himself back, further onto Uther's cock. It's another action Uther allows while he thrusts his hips forward harder and pushes himself inside Merlin's hot, tight body.
He's breathing heavily and then groans as he comes into Merlin's arse and listens to the muffled, drawn-out groan. Uther thrusts hard once more inside him before he withdraws, trailing his fingers over Merlin's back as he does. He waits for a moment, watches the boy shudder, still pushing his mouth into his arms with his eyes squeezed closed, before he reaches out and tugs at his hair. Merlin's body starts before he looks round at Uther. He's panting and the candlelight briefly highlights a thin trail of saliva coming from his mouth.
"You're to finish your duties," Uther says but Merlin looks confused. "You're to dress me, then quickly get your own clothes and leave."
Merlin just nods and moves to do so. But Uther pulls him away and he cries out. "Y-Yes sire."
Uther releases him and watches Merlin kneel before him to pull his trousers back up and secure them around his waist. Merlin lowers his eyes to the floor as he steps back, towards the pile of his clothes left by the table leg. While he pulls them on as quickly as he can, Uther sits again to watch and notes that the boy is still hard, but that isn't of his concern. Whether or not the boy actually has some sort of mental affliction is still somewhat of a question, but Uther at least gives him enough credit by assuming he can attend to his own frustrations.
Without a word, Merlin hurries from the room, dipping his head in a quick bow when he has to look back at Uther to close the door. Uther watches the closed door and runs his tongue along his lower lip. He'll have to call the boy back in the near future.
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