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fifty_fifty) wrote2023-09-18 01:44 am
FIC: Untitled / The Gift that will keep on giving
Title: (not sure right now, so let's just call it The Gift that will keep on giving)
Prompt: The Kings Chambers Prompt #1 - Gift
Warning(s): None / Explicit
Summary: "Uh, Arthur…" he called. "You might want to come and see this."
"See what?" Arthur asked, appearing from behind the screen as he fastened his gambeson.
Merlin turned around, displaying the crotch-piece.
"Oh, wow. That’s…"
"...Impressive?"
Merlin watched as two men from Lord Boer's delegation marched into the room carrying a large, ornate, intricately carved chest and placed it down in the middle of the room.
"A gift from Lord Boer for his Highness Prince Arthur as a gesture of our good will and respect. Lord Boer would like to request that you wear it for this year's tournament, as is tradition."
Arthur looked at the chest curiously.
"Very well," he said. "Please thank Lord Boer for his kind and generous gift."
The men nodded and proceeded to leave in an orderly fashion.
Merlin and Arthur both stared at the gift.
"What do you think’s inside?" Merlin asked.
"No idea," Arthur confessed. "Probably a helmet, or some kind of cloak, maybe some gloves…"
"Gloves? In there?"
"Well, I don’t know Merlin. I’m not psychic, am I? Open it and we’ll find out."
Merlin approached the chest cautiously, looking and reaching out with his magic to feel for any sense or signs of anything untoward. It seemed fine.
"Come on, Merlin, I haven’t got all day. It’s not going to eat you. They’re our friends."
"Says you," Merlin muttered under his breath as he reached the chest. He took a deep breath and then pushed the chest open.
Inside was a beautifully polished suit of armour with intricate carvings and gold embellishments. Merlin lifted up the breast plate and showed it to Arthur.
"Ah, new armour? Drat. I wish I had a bit of time to practice wearing it. Still, I'm a man of my word. Go get my gambeson and some clean breeches, then I’ll put it on. Go on. Chop, chop!"
Merlin tore his gaze away from the armour; it really was quite beautiful. He hurried over to the wardrobe and pulled out the required clothing before returning to place it on Arthur’s changing screen.
As Arthur started to prepare, Merlin got the armour out from the chest and started to lay it out on the table. It was very complicated and had pieces he'd never seen before; there was the breastplate, gorget, pauldron, vambrace, placart and gauntlets.
But then there were all these other pieces that appeared to go on the legs and feet, and then there was the… um… piece de la resistance. A piece that appeared to cover the crotch, if the impressive and decorative upturned phallus was indeed an upturned phallus.
"Uh, Arthur…" he called. "You might want to come and see this."
"See what?" Arthur asked, appearing from behind the screen as he fastened his gambeson.
Merlin turned around, displaying the crotch-piece.
"Oh, wow. That’s…"
"...Impressive?"
"That’s one word for it."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Put it on. I can hardly insult our guests, no matter how strange their traditions are."
"Aren’t you… embarrassed?" Merlin asked with surprise.
"Of what?"
"Well, it looks like a… you know…"
"A what, Merlin?"
"A— A— you know."
Arthur raised his eyebrows at him and motioned for Merlin to continue.
"A—A penis," Merlin finally stuttered out.
"Ah, very good. So you do know what they look like then? I did wonder, since you act like such a girl."
"You know, you say that like it’s an insult. But I take that as a compliment. But what I mean is, you can’t seriously go fight in the tournament with that thing on your armour. Not with women around."
"Why do you think they’ll think it’s too small?"
"Too small?" Merlin spluttered. "Arthur, it’s massive!"
Arthur tilted his head to one side as he studied it.
"You really think so? Looks a bit small to me. I mean, I only really have the one source to compare to, but—"
Merlin’s head whirled with thoughts. Arthur thought this was small? Just how big was he?
He had always wanted to take a peek, but had been too noble to look when Arthur was bathing, and always diverted his eyes if Arthur was having any kind of… morning excitement.
He couldn’t let himself get distracted nor excited himself for the consequences that didn't bear thinking about.
Arthur would have his head. Or banish him at the very least.
He was constantly teasing him about his lack of experience with women, when really or was his lack of experience with men that bothered Merlin the most.
"Are you going to dress me or not?" Arthur asked, his voice cutting through Merlin's thoughts.
"Of course my lord."
Merlin hurried to strap Arthur into the new armour, his face heating with every moment they got closer and closer to having to put on the eccentric crotch-piece. It wasn't helped when Merlin had to get on his knees to get Arthur into the metal leg pieces and boots.
Arthur coughed and Merlin couldn't help but notice a rather sizable bulge in Arthur's breeches.
He cursed under his breath.
"Merlin, why don't you get me some… fresh wine from the kitchen," he said hoarsely. "I have an urgent matter to see to."
"Or, um, maybe I could assist?" he asked, his pulse pounding in his ears as his face burned.
"Assist? I, well. It's not really something you can assist with. But I—"
Merlin started to tug at the laces holding Arthur's breeches together.
"I beg to differ."
When he parted them, Arthur's cock sprang out; large, thick and hard.
Arthur hadn't been kidding, he was bigger than any man he'd seen before.
He swallowed and gave his lips a lick before he wrapped a hand around the base. Arthur gave a quiet gasp as Merlin proceeded to give him a tentative stroke.
Merlin repeated the motion a few times as though in a daze, wondering how this was even happening.
In a moment of brazenness, Merlin stuck out his tongue and licked at the head of Arthur’s cock.
Arthur groaned, sliding his hand into Merlin’s hair, gripping it lightly.
Merlin smiled, pleased, and did it again, before taking Arthur into his mouth, starting to suck and work the head of his cock, along with his hand that worked the base.
It wasn’t long until Arthur’s hips started to hitch, pushing more of his impressive cock into Merlin’s mouth, making him gag a little. But he endured. Continuing to give it his all. It was all he had ever thought it would be—not that he ever thought he’d actually get to experience it.
Arthur’s hand tightened in his hair as he groaned and gasped out a warning.
"Merlin, I’m going to—"
Before he came hard and fast down Merlin’s throat.
It took them both a few moments to catch their breath.
"You can put that on now," Arthur said, nodding to the crotch-piece which had started it all. "And then take a few minutes to sort yourself out."
"Gee, thanks," said Merlin, pressing his hand against his own painfully hard erection before attaching the armoured part.
"Stop pouting Merlin." He paused for a moment as he took up his sword and helmet, before winking at him. "And who knows, if you’re lucky, maybe we’ll have a repeat performance after the tourney. After all, my helmet and armour won’t polish itself."
Prompt: The Kings Chambers Prompt #1 - Gift
Warning(s): None / Explicit
Summary: "Uh, Arthur…" he called. "You might want to come and see this."
"See what?" Arthur asked, appearing from behind the screen as he fastened his gambeson.
Merlin turned around, displaying the crotch-piece.
"Oh, wow. That’s…"
"...Impressive?"
Merlin watched as two men from Lord Boer's delegation marched into the room carrying a large, ornate, intricately carved chest and placed it down in the middle of the room.
"A gift from Lord Boer for his Highness Prince Arthur as a gesture of our good will and respect. Lord Boer would like to request that you wear it for this year's tournament, as is tradition."
Arthur looked at the chest curiously.
"Very well," he said. "Please thank Lord Boer for his kind and generous gift."
The men nodded and proceeded to leave in an orderly fashion.
Merlin and Arthur both stared at the gift.
"What do you think’s inside?" Merlin asked.
"No idea," Arthur confessed. "Probably a helmet, or some kind of cloak, maybe some gloves…"
"Gloves? In there?"
"Well, I don’t know Merlin. I’m not psychic, am I? Open it and we’ll find out."
Merlin approached the chest cautiously, looking and reaching out with his magic to feel for any sense or signs of anything untoward. It seemed fine.
"Come on, Merlin, I haven’t got all day. It’s not going to eat you. They’re our friends."
"Says you," Merlin muttered under his breath as he reached the chest. He took a deep breath and then pushed the chest open.
Inside was a beautifully polished suit of armour with intricate carvings and gold embellishments. Merlin lifted up the breast plate and showed it to Arthur.
"Ah, new armour? Drat. I wish I had a bit of time to practice wearing it. Still, I'm a man of my word. Go get my gambeson and some clean breeches, then I’ll put it on. Go on. Chop, chop!"
Merlin tore his gaze away from the armour; it really was quite beautiful. He hurried over to the wardrobe and pulled out the required clothing before returning to place it on Arthur’s changing screen.
As Arthur started to prepare, Merlin got the armour out from the chest and started to lay it out on the table. It was very complicated and had pieces he'd never seen before; there was the breastplate, gorget, pauldron, vambrace, placart and gauntlets.
But then there were all these other pieces that appeared to go on the legs and feet, and then there was the… um… piece de la resistance. A piece that appeared to cover the crotch, if the impressive and decorative upturned phallus was indeed an upturned phallus.
"Uh, Arthur…" he called. "You might want to come and see this."
"See what?" Arthur asked, appearing from behind the screen as he fastened his gambeson.
Merlin turned around, displaying the crotch-piece.
"Oh, wow. That’s…"
"...Impressive?"
"That’s one word for it."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Put it on. I can hardly insult our guests, no matter how strange their traditions are."
"Aren’t you… embarrassed?" Merlin asked with surprise.
"Of what?"
"Well, it looks like a… you know…"
"A what, Merlin?"
"A— A— you know."
Arthur raised his eyebrows at him and motioned for Merlin to continue.
"A—A penis," Merlin finally stuttered out.
"Ah, very good. So you do know what they look like then? I did wonder, since you act like such a girl."
"You know, you say that like it’s an insult. But I take that as a compliment. But what I mean is, you can’t seriously go fight in the tournament with that thing on your armour. Not with women around."
"Why do you think they’ll think it’s too small?"
"Too small?" Merlin spluttered. "Arthur, it’s massive!"
Arthur tilted his head to one side as he studied it.
"You really think so? Looks a bit small to me. I mean, I only really have the one source to compare to, but—"
Merlin’s head whirled with thoughts. Arthur thought this was small? Just how big was he?
He had always wanted to take a peek, but had been too noble to look when Arthur was bathing, and always diverted his eyes if Arthur was having any kind of… morning excitement.
He couldn’t let himself get distracted nor excited himself for the consequences that didn't bear thinking about.
Arthur would have his head. Or banish him at the very least.
He was constantly teasing him about his lack of experience with women, when really or was his lack of experience with men that bothered Merlin the most.
"Are you going to dress me or not?" Arthur asked, his voice cutting through Merlin's thoughts.
"Of course my lord."
Merlin hurried to strap Arthur into the new armour, his face heating with every moment they got closer and closer to having to put on the eccentric crotch-piece. It wasn't helped when Merlin had to get on his knees to get Arthur into the metal leg pieces and boots.
Arthur coughed and Merlin couldn't help but notice a rather sizable bulge in Arthur's breeches.
He cursed under his breath.
"Merlin, why don't you get me some… fresh wine from the kitchen," he said hoarsely. "I have an urgent matter to see to."
"Or, um, maybe I could assist?" he asked, his pulse pounding in his ears as his face burned.
"Assist? I, well. It's not really something you can assist with. But I—"
Merlin started to tug at the laces holding Arthur's breeches together.
"I beg to differ."
When he parted them, Arthur's cock sprang out; large, thick and hard.
Arthur hadn't been kidding, he was bigger than any man he'd seen before.
He swallowed and gave his lips a lick before he wrapped a hand around the base. Arthur gave a quiet gasp as Merlin proceeded to give him a tentative stroke.
Merlin repeated the motion a few times as though in a daze, wondering how this was even happening.
In a moment of brazenness, Merlin stuck out his tongue and licked at the head of Arthur’s cock.
Arthur groaned, sliding his hand into Merlin’s hair, gripping it lightly.
Merlin smiled, pleased, and did it again, before taking Arthur into his mouth, starting to suck and work the head of his cock, along with his hand that worked the base.
It wasn’t long until Arthur’s hips started to hitch, pushing more of his impressive cock into Merlin’s mouth, making him gag a little. But he endured. Continuing to give it his all. It was all he had ever thought it would be—not that he ever thought he’d actually get to experience it.
Arthur’s hand tightened in his hair as he groaned and gasped out a warning.
"Merlin, I’m going to—"
Before he came hard and fast down Merlin’s throat.
It took them both a few moments to catch their breath.
"You can put that on now," Arthur said, nodding to the crotch-piece which had started it all. "And then take a few minutes to sort yourself out."
"Gee, thanks," said Merlin, pressing his hand against his own painfully hard erection before attaching the armoured part.
"Stop pouting Merlin." He paused for a moment as he took up his sword and helmet, before winking at him. "And who knows, if you’re lucky, maybe we’ll have a repeat performance after the tourney. After all, my helmet and armour won’t polish itself."