ayoungboy | Spellbound

This week has been fucking exhausting. He'd been consuling all week and dealing with a threat over in Norway. Somebody trying to brew mind control potions, again. Why couldn't everybody just get along and stop fussing? He's finally back home, in England, heading up the wizarding council while they go over worldwide news, and he gets an invite - no, it isn't that. It's more of a demand, from King Pendragon.

He's a bit tired, really, and didn't feel like dealing with it. "Not now, thank you. Politely decline, for me?" He told the runner. "Send him some magical candy."

He just wanted to go home and finish his book, thank you. He didn't ask for these powers, but if he took a holiday the world would flip out. People held him in high regard for some reason - he wasn't that wise, or old. He was just a young man trying to do right. Yet somehow the King was demanding his presence.

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From:

ayoungboy

"None at all, sire." Merlin purrs softly, groaning and arching into Arthur's hand.

From:

royalpratness

"Good." Arthur lets his hands travel lower until he's reached the waistband of Merlin's trousers.

From:

ayoungboy

Merlin bites his lip, but allows the touch, fingers curling in Arthur's trousers, the folds of cloth near his hips.

From:

royalpratness

Arthur pops open the first button, stopping before he does anything else. "Is this okay?"

From:

ayoungboy

"Perfectly alright," Merlin breathes, tilting his hips towards Arthur.

From:

royalpratness

"Okay." Arthur opens Merlin's trousers, tugging them down.

From:

ayoungboy

Merlin flushes, his cock half-hard, a distinct outline in his underwear. He clears his throat, fingers toying with Arthur's belt loops.

From:

royalpratness

Arthur grins mischievously, palming Merlin's cock through his underwear.

From:

ayoungboy

"Arthur..." Merlin groans, rocking his hips up towards Arthur. Fuck that was...his hand was so broad and warm...

From:

royalpratness

Deciding that this isn't the time for long foreplay, Arthur slides his hand into Merlin's underwear and around his cock. "Can you magic the rest of our clothes of too?" It's so much faster than the old fashioned way.

From:

ayoungboy

Merlin hums and shivers, eyes flashing gold, and the rest of their clothes disappear and reappear on the floor. "Mmhm..."

From:

royalpratness

Arthur chuckles, very pleased by the sudden nakedness. "Much better." He seeks Merlin's lips out again while slowly stroking his cock.

From:

ayoungboy

"Arthur..." Merlin groans, his own hands sliding over the man's hips to his ass. "Fuck..." He hasn't been touched like this in a very long time.

From:

royalpratness

Arthur moans, brushing his lips over Merlin's throat. "How do you want to do this?"

From:

ayoungboy

"Any way you do," Merlin breathes, head tipping back to allow Arthur to access his throat. "Haven't...done this in a while..."

From:

royalpratness

"Me neither." Arthur admits. "Let's take it slow." No need to rush anything. For now, he's happy to watch Merlin's expression as he keeps jerking him off.

From:

ayoungboy

"Can't see why. Anybody would be happy to bed you..." Merlin shivers and his hips rock a little into Arthur's hand.

From:

royalpratness

"Told you, it's complicated with me." Arthur kisses Merlin's neck, his own erection brushing against Merlin's thigh.

From:

ayoungboy

"Mmhm..." Merlin mumbles, sighing happily. His eyes flashed gold, and an invisible touch began stroking Arthur, up and down, teasing a little around the head of his cock. Merlin's hands were then free to roam the King's body, mapping out hard lines of muscle.