Hills Outside of the City, Camelot, Friday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

There was a great deal of work left to be done, and Arthur had done as such just that morning until Gaius had gently reminded him he was supposed to be recovering still. With no interest in sitting around his room whittling or anything of the sort, Arthur had announced he was to go hunting.

This was, of course, somewhat counter to Gaius's concerns, but really, he'd assured the man, he was only taking Merlin for a quick jaunt to get some rabbits or maybe a deer. Strictly the simple stuff.

Apparently the tone in his voice had carried Arthur's meaning across to Gaius, because that had been the end of it. (Not that Arthur would have ever let Gaius order him to stay anywhere, except the man could be a bit odd in his own way, and the last thing Arthur needed today was a codgy old physician pottering after him with a bowl of leeches and a raised eyebrow and-- All right, maybe he was a little terrified of Gaius, but honestly, it was like people didn't expect him to be able to take care of himself after nineteen-- all right, eighteen, according to the slower turning of seasons in Camelot-- years of living)

If Arthur were to be forced to spend time outside of the reconstruction effort, he'd make it something enjoyable. Which is why, after an illicit trip down to the kitchens and a shout in Merlin's general direction, they were heading out into the woods.

And then past the woods, onto the hilltops and their sprawling fields. The view was nice, the early spring sun was nice, and Arthur would be lying if the company wasn't nice.

Of course, it was absolutely nothing like hunting, but shh. He'd mention the true purpose of this jaunt in due time.

This was an excellent idea, if he did say so himself.

[[ for the ears; thread goes nws ]]

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

It wasn't girly!

It was... nice.

Merlin only sped up a little bit, trying to keep everything coordinated so it didn't end horribly. Again. But he did speed up!

[bitchprince]

...Really, Arthur would take slow over fast if it meant he wasn't going to get his knob bitten off, Merlin.

But it was nice.

He brushed his fingers up, carding them softly through Merlin's hair, not gripping anything. His eyes half-shut. "Yeah," he gasped, a little louder this time.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin hummed something in response. Because that was about all that was available to him lest they repeat the biting.

And no on wanted that.

[bitchprince]

Not during their first time in Camelot.

... thinking of it like that was something else.

Arthur's eyes fluttered a couple of times in comprehension of that; he slid his thumbs gently over the skin by Merlin's ear, not close enough to his cheeks to throw him off. His mouth hung a little slacker.

He didn't exactly say anything, but the noises were slipping out rather faster than usual.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

That was good, right! That meant Merlin was doing this right.

And that he should probably move his hand a bit faster to keep getting those nice noises. There was a pause as he attempted what Arthur could do with taking a bit more in his mouth before hastily backing off.

Nope.

Not happening then.

[bitchprince]

Arthur took a deep breath - mostly to compose himself before he started yelling or anything - and gathered the patience Merlin deserved in this case. "You really don't have to push yourself, Merlin," he muttered, letting his head drop back into the grass. "Just-- keep on as you were."

Because that had been very... very nice.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Pulling back to cough, Merlin looked up at him. "How do you manage that?" he asked, wiping his eyes as he continued to stroke Arthur's length.

[bitchprince]

"Discipline," Arthur said, letting his hand drop back to Merlin's shoulder. His hips snapped ever so lightly up into Merlin's touch.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Discipline," Merlin repeated dubiously.

He looked back down at Arthur's prick for a moment before taking it back in his mouth.

[bitchprince]

"... and effort," he groaned, cramming his eyes shut.

He wasn't going to say 'talent'. That sounded too sordid.

Yes, even while he had his cock in another man's mouth.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

And everyone knew Arthur wasn't sordid.

Merlin's talents just lay... elsewhere. After all. So, this was his best effort going about it his own way. Which seemed to involve keeping mostly just the tip of Arthur's prick in his mouth while he worked the rest with his hand.

[bitchprince]

Again: it wasn't like Arthur was exactly protesting.

In fact, he was getting embarrassingly loud rather quickly, one hand clawing into the grass from the effort of not giving into instinct. "Yes," he said, finally finding syllables appropriate to the situation. "Merlin--"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin helped that by placing his free hand on Arthur's hip to keep him in place. And not at all thinking about moving that hand elsewhere.

Nope.

Not at--okay, it was on Arthur's ass now. Don't you judge him.

[bitchprince]

No judging.

For now, anyway.

Squirming didn't much help him now either. "When I'm done--" he choked out. "'s your turn-- god."

Wouldn't be an utter puddle by the end of it - that was reserved for Merlin's other talents - but it felt fucking good regardless.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

It might have helped that Merlin was very gently pressing a finger to Arthur there. No real pressure since they were lacking supplies, but just enough.

He hummed something that might have been a yes to Arthur's words.

[bitchprince]

Arthur had probably just torn a clump of grass out of the soil. He'd made a fairly embarrassingly incoherent noise. He swore loudly.

And then maybe forced something out about being careful and almost, you know, in case Merlin wanted to move it before he accidentally choked to death on--

Anyway.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Those were good noises! Very good noises.

Merlin sucked harder, pressing his finger more insistently against that spot. Still not about to force anything, but pressure was constant.

[bitchprince]

...so he may have rubbed back against that pressure. Ignoring a fresh new, slight blast of shame that curled up in his gut.

(Not-quite-enough)

"Jesus," he said, with feeling. "Next time--" Something something. He was starting to hurtle towards the end rather quickly.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Mmmhmm," Merlin replied, concentrating hard on the task at hand. Next time he ought to just start with fingers right away!

[bitchprince]

... just as long as he never told anyone about that.

"Merlin," Arthur said, refinding his voice with some effort. "You might want to-- pull off."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Oh, because he had so many people to tell here.

Pulling back, Merlin sped up his hand. "Alright."

[bitchprince]

Arthur's head, which had come up halfway into the proceedings, flopped back against the grass. He moaned loudly, pressing back against Merlin's fingers again. Nearly-- nearly there.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"C'mon," Merlin whispered, kissing what was exposed of Arthur's thigh. "C'mon."

[bitchprince]

He didn't so much come hard as come softly, spilling over Merlin's hand while he gasped for breath, reaching for him blindly.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin continued to very slowly move his hand until Arthur stilled. That worked better than expected!

He smiled, looking up at him as he wiped his hand off on the grass. "Good?"