Christine (spaghettitoes) wrote in spaghettific, @ 2014-07-06 18:42:00 |
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Current mood: | complacent |
Entry tags: | merlin (bbc), merlin/arthur, rating: nc-17 |
Merlin Fic
Title: Cleanliness
Author: Spaghettitoes
Fandom/Ship: Merlin (BBC) – Merlin/Arthur
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: Creative use of historic information
Summary: Arthur takes a bath. (While reading about medieval life I was inspired by descriptions of how the rich and privilege could scent their bath and that smelling nice and flowery was thought to reflect the quality of your soul.)
Disclaimers: I have no connection with the BBC or any members of the Royal family in any time period.
A/N: Beta’d by amo amas amat who knows better by now
Cleanliness
Merlin swirled his hand through the hot water, envious of the oils that softened his skin and the warm, floral smell in the air.
“All ready sire,” Merlin stood, rolling his sleeves up past his elbows as Arthur padded out from behind the screen.
“About time.”
Arthur had long forgone the modesty of a bath sheet and Merlin often wondered if he even understood the meaning of the word. Stretching to crack his shoulders Arthur stepped casually into the water with a near imperceptible sigh.
Sitting down Arthur leant back and rested his head on the edge of the tub. His eyes closed and his neck bare, Adam’s apple pushing his skin boastfully proud. Merlin’s attention was captured.
Swallowing hard Merlin reached to the dressing table and pulled the dry sponge from the bowl, fingers running across and playing with the pores as they itched to move and explore Arthur’s skin. Instead he waited patiently and watched Arthur breathe, watched the subtle rise and fall of his chest.
The water was murky with decadent oils that only a prince could afford and it absorbed the darkness of the tub, leaving Arthur obscured and lost. Not that Merlin had any doubt what his master looked like naked but being so thinly hidden only added to the temptation.
Arthur announced Merlin’s name like a command before he shifted, leaning forward so the water swirled around his back, now presented at a sloping angle for Merlin.
Merlin dropped to his knees behind the prince and dipped the sponge into the warm water, letting rose scented water rush into every pore. He lifted it quickly, letting water run gently down Arthur’s back. He squeezed the sponge carefully, watching as the water danced around Arthur’s muscles. Repeating the action Merlin watched Arthur relax under his attention.
Without thinking Merlin used his free hand to encourage and guide the water in the right direction. With the sudden rush of skin to skin contact it wasn’t much of a leap from there to letting his fingers run over those muscles, smoothing the pad of his thumb up in purposeful strokes to work out the persistent tension. He only realised what he was doing when Arthur moaned approvingly. Heart beating anxiously but unable to stop he focused his fingers on the anxiety that built around Arthur’s shoulders and neck.
“You…You never have the musicians playing. Bernd says the king always has musicians when he bathes. Even Morgana used to…” Merlin coughed to cover his blunder and worked his thumb into Arthur’s left shoulder. “They still get paid don’t they? Might as well…”
“Imagine how loud you’d be trying to talk over musicians, hardly relaxing. And our musicians are terrible.” Arthur relaxed noticeably but as he moved back it only gave Merlin less space to work in.
“I wouldn’t talk over the musicians,” Merlin insisted.
“Yes you would,” Arthur replied softly his voice lacking reproach, instead sounding fond.
“I can be quiet…I could sing along. Or just hum. Or do you have objections to me singing?”
“You can do anything you want, Merlin.” The words sent a jolt through Merlin. With only Arthur’s neck and shoulders now exposed he found his fingers straying up into Arthur’s hair, firmly pressing down the line of his neck as he encouraged his head one way then another.
Merlin scoffed, “You’d start putting me in the stocks again if I sang while you were having a bath.”
Arthur only groaned again approvingly and rolled his shoulders, leaning further back to rest against the tub and encourage Merlin forward.
Merlin shuffled closer, sitting up so he was flush against the side of the tub and Arthur’s head rested gently on his shoulder. Merlin began to pour the water over Arthur’s chest.
“Don’t even think about it – the stocks. Even if I sing.” Merlin felt cool, wet hair on the side of his neck and smiled. He began to smooth his palm over Arthur’s bicep, massaging down and letting his fingers trail over hardening nipples, slick with oil that added a silken touch.
Merlin switched the sponge to his left hand when he saw Arthur’s erection breach the surface of the water as he shifted. He rubbed the sponge in gentle circles on Arthur’s stomach, letting his fingers dance carefully around his navel before moving teasingly lower.
Arthur grabbed the sponge from Merlin and dropped it down beside the tub, reaching back with his right arm to loop it around and paw at Merlin’s hair. Merlin smiled again, rubbing his cheek against the muscle of Arthur’s forearm until it pushed back and nudged Merlin’s head back to where Arthur’s lips were waiting to attach themselves to Merlin’s jaw. Merlin smiled and watched Arthur’s erection reappear through the murky water as he wrapped his hand around it and moved his fingers carefully.
Arthur tugged at Merlin’s scarf, “Why are you still dressed?”
Merlin tightened his grip a little and relaxed before resuming the rhythmic pull on Arthur’s skin. Arthur groaned his approval again and left Merlin to his own devices for a moment before gripping his jacket.
“Undress or I’ll pull you into this tub and you can explain to every guard between here and your quarters that you fell in my bath.”
With a grin Merlin pulled away, dragging his shirt and jacket off quickly before leaning in to draw his lips down Arthur’s neck and nibble eagerly at his collar bone. Untying the scarf proved relatively easy compared to opening his breeches; standing to remove them with Arthur drawing possessively on his tongue was near impossible.
Wet hands pawed at Merlin as he manoeuvred his way around the tub and the caution about his britches ignored. Instead Arthur pulled Merlin close, the final offending garment clumsily pulled from his body and thrown into a lump on the floor.
Merlin chuckled as he slipped across Arthur’s thigh, their legs intermingling and bodies pressing together. Arthur’s broad, roaming hands spreading warm water across Merlin’s skin.
“And when people ask why I smell like flowers?”
“Your good, virtuous soul.”
Arthur’s coordination was challenged by the limited space and he paused, kissing Merlin firmly before gripping him by the waist and moving him to the centre of the tub where he settled steadily onto the sponge that cushioned him.
Arthur moved carefully into Merlin’s lap, silencing any response as he slowly slid himself onto Merlin’s waiting erection.
Arthur laughed softly, “Nothing to say Merlin?”
Merlin adjusted himself carefully, legs braced against the tub as he rested back against the side. His eyelids hung half closed as he looked at Arthur, holding his hips carefully.
“You’re the laziest person I’ve ever met,” Arthur moved slowly, gently, hands gripping Merlin’s shoulders and steadying his movements.
Merlin didn’t answer, his hands sliding up to pull Arthur forward. When Arthur leant forward Merlin kissed him, a long, lazy kiss that he moaned into. Panting as he increased the pace, Arthur broke the kiss and rested his forehead on Merlin’s shoulder. Merlin tried his best to kiss Arthur’s neck and support his stuttering movement, to keep them moving together as Arthur started to tremble.
Merlin gasped and moaned, unable to be quiet as he drew closer to orgasm and Arthur forced himself to look up just enough to move one trembling hand over Merlin’s mouth. A single huff of laughter shook through Merlin as he took in Arthur’s pointedly angry glare losing the battle to remain in place and Merlin pushed up harder. Arthur dropped his head back to the crook of Merlin’s neck and Merlin smiled at the stuttered, half sounds he tried to suppress.
“Must I...do everything myself?” Asked Arthur as he removed his hand from Merlin’s mouth and moved it between them.
Smiling, Merlin planted his feet firmly and used all of his strength to hold Arthur up as he thrust harder. Merlin was rewarded with Arthur’s stifled cries as he came feverishly hard. Merlin was left supporting Arthur’s weight for his last final thrusts but they sank together against the edge of the tub when spent.
Merlin turned his face into Arthur’s neck with a satisfied smile, “This would be much easier in a bed.”
Arthur cleared his throat with a subtle cough, “Whenever I undress in my bedchamber you seem very keen to put a nightshirt on me.”
Merlin smoothed his hands over Arthur’s back, “My apologies, sire.”