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Prompt: Artist AU
Arthur Pendragon was very proud of his red clipboard with gold edging. It was his most prized possession at the moment. Since starting this job, he’d hardly put the clipboard down. It was now like an extension of his arm. Wherever Arthur was, his clipboard was sure to be there as well. It was stuffed with running orders and signing in sheets, notes and contracts and a number of other random papers. At the top of the pile, the page he’d just ticked, was a checklist of all the items he’d been requested to find and have ready in the backstage area before the band he worked for came off stage.
A bowl of only red M&M’s… Check.
Three bamboo fibre towels… Check.
A double quarter pounder meal from McDonalds… On the way.
Arthur’s eyes skimmed further down the list, glossing over some of the more ridiculous requests and aiming to get the sensible items in place first. He didn’t want to mess anything up as this was his dream job, something he’d always dreamt of doing since he went to his first ever music gig as a teenager. Arthur often imagined being up there, actually on the stage, but his lack of musical talent was what led him to the world of management. And as it turned out, he made a great manager. His fantasy of holding a guitar and singing in front of thousands quickly faded away and Arthur was more than satisfied to be the man organising everything. He spent his days booking gigs, negotiating recording contracts, arranging tour travel and somehow trying to source energy drinks for the band when they’d all just replied ‘blue’ when asked what flavour.
But despite all of the hard work, Arthur loved his job. It also helped that the band he worked for played some of the best music around. A mixture of pop-punk and grunge, heavy guitar riffs and melodic vocals that stuck in your head for days after the track had finished. It also really helped that basically the entire band was attractive as anything. Seriously, some of the hottest people Arthur had ever laid his eyes on. However, what didn’t help was that this fact quickly became a distraction. Especially from the band's lead singer and the drummer.
Sure, Percy on the rhythm guitar was attractive enough with his incredible biceps and beautiful back up tenor voice. And Lance on lead guitar was extremely easy on the eyes. Elyan on bass was a handsome man, there was no denying that. But there was something about the drummer Gwaine and the lead singer Merlin that simply sent Arthur wild.
Merlin, who had formed the band in his teenage years, had a confident and cocky personality. It was like he knew exactly what effect he had on people and used it to his advantage as much as he possibly could. He would often perform shirtless, showing off his multiple tattoos and pale skin. As gigs went on, Merlin would inevitably get hot on stage and sweat, giving his naked torso a shine that Arthur had dreamt about on multiple occasions. Merlin’s hair was constantly messy, the eyeliner he wore wasn’t perfect and all of his clothes seemed to be ripped or frayed in one way or another. All of it just added to Merlin’s charm and attraction. Arthur was screwed.
And then there was Gwaine. Wild and free and chaotic. And of course, constantly topless. Arthur wasn’t even sure if Gwaine owned any tops, that’s how often the man paraded around shirtless. Not that Arthur was complaining of course. Gwaine was all taut muscle and tanned skin, clear of tattoos unlike Merlin but still just as enticing. He’d sit at his drumkit and twirl his drumsticks between fingers laden with rings and then play them so expertly, never missing a beat. The hair helped too. Arthur often caught Gwaine headbanging along to the music, his untamed long brown hair flying everywhere.
It was official. Arthur was screwed.
Ever since beginning his career in management and discovering Emrys and the Knights , Arthur had made a personal vow to never become involved with a client. It was too messy, too much room for things to go wrong. No, it was simpler to keep things professional and try to push every dirty thought he had to the back of his mind. Only, it really really wasn’t that easy.
The band were currently on the seventh stop of their autumn tour, promoting their latest album; The Sins of the Father. It was selling incredibly well and each city they’d visited had been sold out. Arthur was proud of them all for all the hard work they’d put into this tour and in fact, every show. There had been multiple encores and more than a few ambushes at the stage door. It didn’t take a genius to work out that the band was good. But alongside all of this success, was Arthur internally going into a meltdown every night.
It had started innocently enough. Arthur would watch the shows from the side of the stage and Merlin would glance at him, maybe smile, sometimes wink, and then he’d go right back to performing. Arthur remembers that first wink, how it had made him blush profusely and he had to blame it on over heating. But the very next night, things escalated as Merlin winked at Arthur whilst running a hand down his own chest before looking back at the audience as if nothing had happened. He spent gig after gig after gig, winking and smiling and pointedly licking his lips.
Gwaine was no better, glancing over at Arthur and biting his lip with a smile or shaking back his hair like he was in a bloody Loreal advert. It was if both men were intent on torturing Arthur within an inch of his life. He tried so very hard to keep his reactions and feelings to himself and bury them deep down, so far down that you’d need an excavation team with a two tonne digger to find them. But it appeared that Arthur wasn’t as good at burying things as he thought. One shallow scoop with a shovel would reveal all and allow all his dirty sordid thoughts to come falling out.
Merlin and Gwaine were incredibly distracting and Arthur had begun to notice how they acted with each other on stage now too, not just directing their… actions… towards Arthur. They flirted incredulously, as if there were no audience in sight and it was just the two of them in a hotel room somewhere. It began small, a few brushing of fingers here and there, a shared smile and a wink or two. But Gwaine really upped the ante one night when they were taking their final bows for the evening and he snaked an arm round Merlin’s waist. His hand lay possessively on the man's hip and although it was a small action, Arthur couldn’t help but notice Gwaine’s thumb stroking a circle over Merlin’s pale skin.
From then on it was like bloody softcore porn to Arthur. Merlin, having requested a wireless mic, was able to stalk wherever he wanted to on the stage. He’d begin the song front and centre before moving around the band. He’d drape an arm over Lance’s shoulder and smile innocently, he’d dance with Elyan on the bass and rock out beside Percy on the guitar. But then Merlin would make his way to the back of the stage, towards Gwaine and his drum set. At the Leeds gig, Merlin simply kissed Gwaine on the cheek before moving on. In Manchester, it was a kiss on the lips - one that Arthur had definitely not thought about every single day from then on thank you very much. In Sheffield, Merlin was a touch rougher. As he walked behind the drumset, he grabbed a fistful of Gwaine’s hair and pulled the man's head back. Gwaine still didn’t miss a beat as Merlin bent forwards and kissed him thoroughly. That was another incident that Arthur had definitely definitely NOT been thinking about over and over late into the night. And last night, in Nottingham, Arthur was reduced to using his clipboard as a bloody cover over his crotch as Merlin swept a leg over Gwaine and gave him a fucking lap dance in the middle of the title track.
However, the absolute worst moment, or maybe best depending on how Arthur looked at it, was in Birmingham, right towards the end of the set. Arthur was in his usual position, watching from the side of the stage, trying to look as calm as possible even though he was losing his mind. Merlin had already bent over in some ridiculously tight trousers right in front of Arthur and Gwaine had ‘accidentally’ spilt water over his chest when trying to take a drink, all whilst keeping his eyes locked on Arthur. It was enough to send even the strongest willed man or woman into a frenzy.
But it seemed Merlin and Gwaine were intent on driving Arthur even further into insanity as the night went on. It was during one of the band's biggest numbers, The Diamond of the Day , when Lance had taken the lead with a very impressive and complicated guitar solo, that Merlin made his way to the back of the stage. Much to the stage manager's dismay, Merlin shoved his microphone into his back pocket and stood behind Gwaine, a wicked glint in his eye. Arthur watched them suspiciously, certain that something was about to happen and oh, how he wished he was wrong.
Merlin put one hand under Gwaine’s chin and pulled his face upwards before placing his palms on the man’s shoulders. Gwaine’s chest was still wet from his water spilling trick, and Merlin used this to his advantage as he spread his fingers wider and slid his hands down. Gwaine leant his head back with a smile as Merlin locked his eyes on Arthur and pressed his lips to Gwaine’s neck. It was almost enough to make Arthur come undone right there on the spot but Merlin took it one step further… Even over the noise of the band, Arthur could hear the moan that fell from Gwaine’s lips as Merlin sank his teeth into his neck. Arthur quickly excused himself, all the blood suddenly rushing south. The last thing he saw before disappearing backstage was Gwaine and Merlin, grinning widely in his direction.
Tonight, Arthur was determined it would be different. He kept his eyes locked on the performers, marvelling at how incredibly talented they all were. Arthur didn’t have a musically talented bone in his body but he could appreciate the way that Percy worked, the way that Elyan seemed to become one with the music. In the corner of his eye, Arthur could just make out Merlin trying to get his attention but Arthur was having none of it. He was a strong willed professional and some light flirting wasn’t going to sway his attention again.
It was a great plan and wonderfully executed, if Arthur could say so himself. He made it all the way to the encore without one distraction from Merlin or Gwaine. It was all going to plan even when the band left the stage and made their way to the green room. It was even still going to plan when Arthur stood up and said his goodbyes, fully intending on heading back to the hotel without so much as a second thought about Merlin or Gwaine. But the moment Arthur stepped into the cloakroom, looking for his jacket, the plan went to pot. It was game over for Arthur Pendragon’s wandering mind.
Pressed up against the far wall was Gwaine, legs wide and arms pinned above his head, and leaning his entire body weight against Gwaine, was Merlin. One strong hand held Gwaine’s wrists up above and the other was pulling desperately at Gwaine’s waistband. Arthur was frozen to the spot, eyes wide and mouth dry. The image before him was so similar to so many of Arthur’s late night secret fantasies that Arthur wasn’t entirely sure that this wasn’t a dream. The way Merlin rolled his hips against Gwaine was like that of a seasoned expert and the noises that Gwaine made in response sent shivers straight to Arthur’s cock.
Arthur wasn’t sure how long he had been standing there, just staring, mouth agape with a growing erection but he didn’t dare move. If he made a noise and was caught staring… Well, that would be awkward and embarrassing and Arthur would probably have to quit his job. But he felt guilty just standing there and staring, like a dirty voyeur. The time to make a decision was on him and Arthur’s mind was so full that he couldn’t focus on anything from one moment to another. All he could think about was Gwaine’s whimpers and Merlin’s hands and Gwaine looking at him and Merlin’s arse and--
Gwaine looking at him .
Gwaine was staring directly at him, unashamedly. Arthur’s breaths came in heavier as Gwaine smiled at him and then winked , the bloody bastard. He was outwardly teasing now and Arthur was about to internally combust with the arousal that he felt. After a moment or two, Merlin kissed up Gwaine’s neck and then followed the man’s eyeline to Arthur.
Arthur’s brain finally jumpstarted into action and he looked at the floor with bright red cheeks. “I um… Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean too… I… Sorry, I’ll… Just… Great performance. On stage. The show was great… Yeah… Um…”
“Leaving so soon, Arthur?” Gwaine cooed, his voice a little husky.
“I-I didn’t mean t-to interrupt.” Arthur continued to shuffle around awkwardly, his eyes dancing everywhere around the room determined to not look back at the men.
Arthur heard a little shuffling and he could sense someone getting closer but he still didn’t dare look up. Not until he heard Merlin’s voice, as clear and as calm as day. “We could give you a private performance , if you wanted. Just for you, love.”
Arthur blinked a few times, trying to comprehend what he’d just heard. Had all that flirting on stage been more than just a show? Has Merlin and Gwaine been driving him absolutely wild for more than just kicks?
Merlin stepped forward again and grabbed the end of Arthur’s tie, pulling him closer, a wicked glint in his eye. “Come on, we’ve seen the way you blush. Staring at us from off stage as if butter wouldn’t melt.”
Gwaine joined Merlin at his side with a smug grin. “I bet under this professional exterior is a truly filthy man who’s going to let us show him a good time.”
“I-I.. Mer… Gwaine…” Arthur tried to form words, tried to form a coherent sentence but it seemed his mind had other ideas. The only things he could focus on were the two pairs of eyes staring at him, the hand that was still pulling him in by his tie, the way Gwaine was licking his lips… “Fuck,”
Merlin chuckled. “Oh we plan too, don’t you worry about that.”
Gwaine made quick work of rounding Arthur and shutting the door as Arthur allowed himself to be pulled further into the small cloakroom. All logic flew out the window at that point as Merlin leaned in closely, his lips ghosting a breath over Arthur’s cheek. Within a moment, Gwaine was at his back, two large, warm hands resting on his hips. Arthur leaned into the touch and allowed himself to simply feel . It was a novelty, giving into his desires like this. Usually life was all work, work, work and then a bit more work . But if Arthur was going to let his yearning take control, why not do it with the two hottest men he’d ever laid his eyes on? And was now going to lay his hands on.
As Arthur let his head fall back onto Gwaine’s shoulder, he reached his hands forwards to Merlin’s hips. Merlin was already shirtless, having performed the earlier gig as usual, and Arthur was surprised to feel how soft the man’s skin was. Gwaine’s cheek however, which was now brushing over Arthur’s jaw, was rough with stubble but Arthur didn’t mind, in fact, he leaned into it a little more. Merlin was now so close in front, that Arthur could feel the erection that hid beneath his black skinny jeans and Arthur couldn’t hold back a moan. He was already hard himself but having Merlin pressed against his front only added to his arousal. And the moan didn’t go unnoticed. Gwaine didn’t miss a beat as he sandwiched Arthur between him and Merlin, pressing his own erection into the swell of Arthur’s arse.
“Mmm, such a nice tight arse you’ve got here,” Gwaine grumbled into Arthur’s ear. “Wonder how it’ll feel when I’ve got my face buried in there…”
“Fucking hell… Gwaine…” Arthur moaned unashamedly now. In for a penny in for a pound, he thought. “You’re so… Fuck ,”
Merlin chuckled. “A man of so many words, aren’t you. But don’t worry, this is just the beginning of it, sweetheart.” Merlin finally closed the gap between them and pressed his lips to Arthur's, claiming him possessively as Gwaine let out a low growl at his ear. Merlin’s lips were slightly chapped but Arthur couldn’t get enough of them. He pushed his tongue forwards and licked across Merlin’s bottom lip, silently seeking permission and Merlin opened up quickly. As they continued on, Gwaine had lifted his hands from Arthur’s hips and up to his chest, pulling at Arthur’s crisp white shirt. He undid each button slowly before sliding Arthur’s tie loose and pulling both items of clothing off. As he did, Merlin broke the kiss and took a step back, much to Arthur’s dismay.
“Bloody hell, look at you. Why are you keeping this body under wraps? Fuck, come and look at this, Gwaine.” Merlin’s eyes were roaming over Arthur’s body and he felt a little embarrassed, to be standing in a cloakroom with two men staring at him.
But then Arthur took a second look as Gwaine joined Merlin at his side and he could see the want and desire in both men’s eyes. They looked at Arthur as if he were some precious deity they couldn’t wait to get their hands on.
Arthur had never really been ashamed of his body but nor had he been overly confident. Sure, he ate healthily and went to the gym, there were obvious muscles under his skin but it was just a body, right? But the way Merlin and Gwaine licked their lips and widened their eyes at him, filled Arthur with a new found confidence. Gwaine was the first to reach out and touch, stroking a hand down Arthur’s chest, pausing to flick over his nipple which hardened almost instantly. And then Gwaine was on Arthur like a ravenous tiger devouring his last meal. He kissed Arthur hungrily, desperately, pushing his tongue forward and tangling his fingers in Arthur’s now messy hair.
Then Merlin was the one behind Arthur, fingers dipping into his waistband and pulling insistently. It was another moment or two before Arthur found himself standing naked before Merlin and Gwaine and surprisingly, pressed up against a wall. Gwaine was on his left, one hand leaning on the wall, the other gripping Arthur’s hip. He kissed and licked and nipped at Arthur’s neck as Merlin snogged him senseless from the right. As they kissed, Merlin pulled at his own belt, sliding the leather off before retreating back to shimmy out of his jeans and boxers. Arthur missed his lips instantaneously but Gwaine was quick to take his place, his stubble once again rubbing deliciously over Arthur’s chin.
Arthur waited for Merlin to return, to feel those delicately soft fingers on his chest again, but it seemed the man had other ideas. When Arthur was finally able to move his head once more, Gwaine had lowered himself down to suck at his nipples, he could see Merlin on his knees. The singer had one hand stroking lazily over his cock, the other pushed back the hair that had begun to stick to his forehead and Arthur let out a long, low moan.
“Just look at you,” Merlin cooed from his position on the floor. “So gorgeous, Arthur. Can’t tell you how long we’ve both wanted you. How many times we’ve talked about what we’d do to you…”
Gwaine groaned against Arthur’s chest. “How many ways we want to ruin you, Arthur.”
“S-so do it.” Arthur managed, bucking his hips forward. He wanted, no, needed them both. He wasn’t entirely sure where his commanding tone had come from but Gwaine raised an eyebrow and smiled. He repeated his action of licking over both of Arthur’s nipples as Merlin crawled forward.
Arthur let one hand rest on Gwaine’s hip, holding him desperately in place whilst the other found its way to Merlin’s hair. The dark raven locks were soft under his touch and Merlin leaned into the touch, practically purring when Arthur tugged ever so lightly. Merlin let his cock fall free as he lifted a hand to cup Arthur’s balls, massaging them in his palm as he pressed open mouthed kisses to Arthur’s hip bones. Arthur could feel his skin tingling all over with want and need and arousal. These two men, with their torturous mouths and sinful moans… Arthur felt like he’d died and gone to heaven.
As he let out another embarrassingly high pitched moan, Arthur let his head fall back against the wall, urging himself to concentrate on not coming just yet . He was aware of Merlin’s mouth sucking a mark on his hip but couldn’t feel Gwaine any longer. Arthur forced himself to look down and watched as Gwaine relieved himself of all his clothes and knelt down behind Merlin, kissing the man’s neck with a groan. Gwaine’s knees spread around Merlin so his chest was against the man’s back and as he settled, Gwaine stretched his arms around to hold Arthur by his hips.
The grip was strong and Arthur couldn’t move, even if he wanted to. Merlin’s mouth was now moving on from Arthur’s hip and coming dangerously close to Arthur’s cock which curved upwards, begging to be touched. Arthur tried to thrust his hips forwards but Gwaine’s grip was strong.
“Shh, just wait, sweetheart. Let Merlin work his magic. He has the most exquisite tongue.” Gwaine said with a raspy voice and Arthur nodded. He would later deny the whimper that left his mouth in desperation.
Merlin looked up at Arthur through his dark lashes, all wide eyed and innocent before turning back to snog Gwaine. He still had his hand on Arthur’s balls and he gave them a little squeeze as their kiss finished.
“Tell me how much you want it, Arthur.”
Arthur whimpered. “S-so much… Please…”
“Tell me exactly what you want.”
Grabbing a few strands of Merlin’s hair and pulling gently, Arthur swallowed hard and let out a long breath. “Want… I want your lips on my cock, want to feel the back of your throat…”
Merlin licked his lips and moaned.
“He likes it when you pull his hair hard,” Gwaine began, pressing kisses along Merlin's shoulder. He squeezed Arthur’s hip in encouragement and Arthur pulled Merlin’s hair a little harder, urging his mouth forward. “He likes it when you tell him exactly what to do, too, Arthur. Don’t be shy, sweetheart.”
Arthur nodded at Gwaine and then looked directly into Merlin’s eyes. “Open up so I can fuck your mouth.” He whispered.
Merlin’s eyes seemed to flash as he did exactly as he was told and let his jaw fall open. Arthur wasted no time in pushing his cock forward, letting the wet heat of Merlin’s mouth envelop him. He pushed all the way in, felt his balls slap against Merlin’s chin, felt the head of his cock hit the back of Merlin’s throat and stilled, for just a moment. Gwaine’s hands were still on his hips, thumbs digging in and spurring Arthur on. Merlin moaned loudly around Arthur’s length and he began to bob forward and back, sucking and licking and looking like he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
The hands on his hips tightened after a few minutes and Arthur was forced to hold still, his arse pressed against the cold wall of the cloakroom. Merlin continued his work, twisting one hand at the base of Arthur’s cock and jerking him off in time to his sucking.
“That’s it, love. Take it all in, swallow it all.” Gwaine murmured, sounded half wrecked but holding his composure extremely well. Arthur could see a few beads of sweat on his forehead but that was it. His hands held firm, his smile never wavered unless it was to let out a moan into Merlin’s ear. Occasionally, Gwaine looked up at Arthur and winked or licked his lips, apparently intent on teasing Arthur even further.
“Fuck, Merls. You’re doing so well, baby.” Gwaine reached a hand round to take Merlin into his fist. “Shit, you’re so hard. Such a needy slut for this, aren’t you? Love having your mouth filled with cock.”
Merlin moaned so filthily that the noise went straight to Arthur’s cock and he bucked forward involuntarily, pushing his hips into Merlin’s face. Gwaine tightened his grip.
“Ah ah ah, Arthur. Not yet. Merlin, sweetheart… Why don’t we…”
And Arthur couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation as Gwaine leaned in to whisper in Merlin’s ear. Arthur’s cock fell from Merlin’s mouth with a wet squelch and Arthur whined at the loss. Merlin and Gwaine however had giant grins on their faces. Gwaine crawled backwards a little to allow Merlin to move and Arthur felt his legs go a little weak as Gwaine let go of him.
“Get on your knees. Over Merlin.” Gwaine ordered, a hint of authority in his tone.
Merlin was now laying on the ground, a flush running all the way down from his cheeks to his torso. Arthur was able to finally take in the full site of him, his long lithe figure, pale skin and surprisingly long cock. Oh how he wanted to get his mouth around that… As Arthur knelt down, Merlin grabbed him by the hips and pulled Arthur up until his thighs were either side of Merlin’s face.
“You said you wanted to fuck my mouth… Do it, Arthur.” Merlin said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Arthur was acutely aware of Gwaine leaning behind him and then two hands were wrapped around his chest, gently lowering him down. Soon enough, Arthur was on all fours with Merlin’s head between his legs and Merlin’s mouth gently sucking the head of his cock. “You taste so good, sweetheart. Want you to come in my mouth so I can taste your seed too.”
Arthur groaned as he tilted forwards, forcing more of his length into Merlin’s mouth. Suddenly, there was a hand on his lower back, warm and calloused and Arthur’s breath hitched at the contact.
“Let’s see how right you are, Merls.” Gwaine’s voice echoed from behind him and Arthur barely had a moment’s notice before he had his cheeks spread. Gwaine had crawled up behind Arthur and pulled apart his arse with two large hands. Arthur let his head hang forward, allowing himself to focus on all the feelings and sensations once again. Merlin’s mouth and hands were soft on his cock whereas Gwaine’s stubble brushed beautifully against Arthur’s arse cheeks and he licked a stripe over Arthur’s hole.
“Oh f-fuck!” Arthur exclaimed, his fingers scraping against the floor.
Merlin licked and sucked gently, his hands on Arthur’s hips, guiding him back and forth. Gwaine was less gentle, brushing his cheeks against Arthur’s skin and digging his nails into the soft flesh of Arthur’s arse. After a few more exploratory licks over his hole, Gwaine pushed his tongue inside of Arthur with a hum. Arthur moaned louder and louder as every movement attacked his senses. The warmth of Gwaine’s tongue and Merlin’s mouth, the wetness around his cock, the sounds that all of them were making, the way Gwaine massaged his arse as Merlin grabbed at his balls.
“Sodding hell.. Shit, yes! Fuck…” Arthur murmured and whimpered one expletive after another as the two band members went to town delivering pleasure to every inch of his body.
Merlin pulled off momentarily and took a deep breath, wiping a hand over his mouth. “Such a nice cock you’ve got here, darling. Can’t wait for you to fill me up next time.”
The idea of a next time swam round Arthur’s mind and images of all the things they could do together quickly flashed before his eyes. Yes, there would definitely be a next time.
“M-Merlin,” Arthur whined. “I swear down…”
“Yes, Arthur? What is it?” Merlin replied, his voice sounding surprisingly calm. Arthur could tell just from the sound that Merlin was smiling.
“I need… your mouth. I need your mouth, now.”
Gwaine joined Merlin in leaving Arthur feeling woefully untouched and chuckled. “Gosh you’re so desperate, love. Tell us what you want, ask for it. We’ll give it to you.”
Arthur took a breath to calm his thoughts. He wanted anything, everything. He wanted Gwaine inside him, Merlin inside him. He wanted to be inside them both, he wanted to be fucked until he couldn’t walk properly and wanted to fuck Merlin till he was screaming Arthur’s name. He wanted Gwaine’s cock in his mouth, those strong hands tangled in his hair as Gwaine fucked into him without a care. He wanted to feel every ounce of pleasure he could possibly experience and return it to both men tenfold.
In the end, Arthur settled on simply asking for “Your mouths… Now, please. Please…” The rest could wait for that aforementioned next time.
“As you wish, sweetheart. And don’t be afraid to be loud. I want to hear how much you like my fingers fucking your arse and Merlin’s tongue around your cock.”
“Mhm..” Arthur whimpered.
Merlin took Arthur’s cock into his mouth once more and made quick work of swallowing him whole. The head of Arthur’s cock hit the back of Merlin’s throat and he feared for a second that he wouldn’t last much longer.
That fear was amplified when Gwaine pushed at Arthur’s entrance with a thick finger. With only saliva to coat the way, the stretch was a pleasurable sting. Gwaine moved slowly, crooking his finger every now and again causing more moans and swear words and short, sharp breaths to fall from Arthur’s lips. After a minute or two, Gwaine added another finger and Arthur felt his legs beginning to shake. Gwaine’s fingers were thick and his skin rough from holding drumsticks all his life. The feeling of that calloused skin inside of him was driving Arthur wild and then Gwaine angled his hand and Arthur screamed out in pleasure.
“Shit! Holy fuck, Gwaine, right there! Again, please… Please!”
Gwaine repeated his action, pressing against that sensitive nub deep inside Arthur. Arthur trembled and shook as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over him. He was close, he could feel the familiar feeling of ecstasy coursing through his body and it seemed that Merlin and Gwaine noticed it too. They both moved faster, Merlin massaging Arthur’s balls and swirling his tongue round the head of Arthur’s cock. He flicked his tongue over the slit and hummed around his length whilst Gwaine scissored his fingers and continued to stroke Arthur’s prostate.
“I’m… Gonna… I’m close. Shit, I’m gonna come…” Arthur’s voice was hoarse and broken, his legs almost turning to jelly and fingers scraping at the floor again.
“Come for us, Arthur.” Gwaine growled. “Let Merlin choke on your seed. You can do it baby, come for us.”
Arthur’s head shot up as he cried out into the empty room, a long strangled moan that contained Gwaine and Merlin’s names somewhere in it. His hips stuttered but Merlin and Gwaine both had one hand on each of his hips so they held him in place. He could feel Merlin swallowing around his length and Arthur’s mind went into overdrive, every feeling and caress so perfectly placed. Gwaine brushed over his prostate once more and Arthur sobbed out another fuck . He couldn’t remember the last time he’d come so hard, the last time he’d felt so good .
Merlin pulled his head away and Arthur felt the cold air surround his length as Merlin wriggled from his position underneath. Gwaine pulled his fingers away and leant down to place a soft kiss against Arthur’s hole before gently lowering Arthur to the floor. Arthur ended up face down for a moment against the cold linoleum but moved quickly to sit up. He was met with Merlin’s smile and Arthur momentarily thought he could come again. Merlin looked as blissed out as Arthur felt and there was a bead of white dripping from the corner of his mouth. Arthur took his opportunity and pulled Merlin in for a filthy kiss, tasting himself on the younger man’s tongue. Gwaine edged closer, kneeling high above them both and groaned.
“Gods, you’re both so fucking gorgeous. How did he taste, Merls?”
Merlin broke the kiss from Arthur and looked up wickedly. “Come and find out.”
Arthur watched with wide eyes as Gwaine leant down and took Merlin’s face in his hands. They kissed fiercely, tongues darting out and tangling round each other. It was the single most erotic thing Arthur had ever witnessed and his tired cock twitched in interest.
When the two men broke apart they both glanced at Arthur with admiration and smiled. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Merlin cooed.
“Incredible.” Arthur replied truthfully. His entire body was tingling with pleasure and he had never felt so wonderful in all his life. His eyes danced over the bodies of the men before him and landed on two hard cocks. “Why don’t I show you how incredible I feel?” He asked as he reached out a hand to each man.
Gwaine hummed at the touch and licked his lips. Merlin’s moan was high pitched, closer to a whimper. Both sounds were like music to Arthur’s ears.
He began to stroke slowly, thinking hard about just what he could do to show Gwaine and Merlin how good he felt. He wanted to give them all the pleasure possible and then a thought popped into his head.
“My hotel isn’t far from here. Why don’t we go back there… I’ll give you both a night to remember.” Arthur kissed Gwaine and then Merlin, eyeing them up with a playful grin. “And then tomorrow… I’ll give you a morning to remember too.”
Gwaine and Merlin glanced at each other and nodded. “We thought you’d never ask, darling.”
