Title: Whatever You Say, My Lord
Author: sdk
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Arthur/Merlin
Rating: R
Genre: Naughty and Silly
Length/Word Count: Ficlet, 272 words
Warnings: None
Summary: Merlin talks too much.
Notes: I blame lilithilien and also Merlin's complete fangirling of Lancelot in 1X05. This is a missing scene from that episode. No one looked over this before posting, so please forgive and point out any typos/errors. Thanks!
Disclaimer: The following is based on fictional characters that I don't own doing fictional things in a fictional world that I didn't create. No copyright infringement intended, no money's being made.



Whatever You Say, My Lord

Arthur's legs flop open as Merlin takes him in hand with steady fingers, his touch a far cry from when he fumbles with Arthur's clothing. Arthur's never known a servant to be so completely hopeless with the simple act of dressing his sire, but here, he's different. Confident. Perhaps too confident, Arthur thinks. Indeed Merlin knows exactly the way Arthur likes to be stroked, his oiled fist like heated silk bound tightly around Arthur's shaft, and there's those long fingers slipping over his balls, tugging with precision.

Arthur would be enjoying himself if only Merlin would keep his mouth closed.

"You'll give him a chance, won't you?"

"Who?"

"Lancelot." Merlin's pace doesn't falter even as his eyes take on a dreamy haze. Arthur's stomach clenches, but it doesn't stave off the heat coiling in his centre, and he knows he's close. As if reading his mind, Merlin speeds up, but Arthur will be damned if he's going to come while Merlin goes on about some wannabe knight.

"He's brilliant, you'll see."

"Merlin," Arthur hisses through clenched teeth. "Do shut up."

Merlin lips turn to that goofy smile that Arthur loathes as much as Merlin's ridiculous ears, but before he can command his servant to stop smirking, he's coming and it takes all his energy to keep a moan from his lips.

That doesn't stop a hint of satisfaction from creeping into Merlin's smile.

"From now on, no more talking about this…Lancelot," Arthur says once he's caught his breath.

Merlin's smile grows, and there's something unreadable in his eyes, but whatever it is, Arthur's certain he doesn't approve.

"Whatever you say, my Lord."



-Fin-







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