memeliscious (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
memeliscious) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
bakerstreet2013-06-15 04:32 pm
memeliscious) wrote in bakerstreet2013-06-15 04:32 pm
Alpha/Beta/Omega
In our world, sexual roles are commonly defined by genders -- male or female or other, by sexualities -- gay or straight, bi or asexual or in-between. But what if they were defined by something else entirely?
Alpha/Beta/Omegaverse is a fusion of fanfiction tropes and animalistic behavior. In this world, sexual roles are divided into three categories: the Alphas (the dominant, the protective and the aggressive), the Betas (ordinary humans) and the Omegas (submissive, fertile and able to carry children).
RESOURCES:CONTENT WARNING: Below the cut contains descriptions of animalistic sexual behavior as applied to humans, situations of dubious consent, explicit situations, mpreg, and scenarios of societal oppression. Click with caution!
Fanlore on the Alpha/Beta/Omegaverse
Alphas, Betas and Omegas: A primer.
ROLES:
1 - The Alpha.
* Stereotypically type A personalities.
* Anatomically: Males have a penis; females may have a penis in addition to a vagina.
* Alphas knot their mates, meaning that the base of the penis swells and locks them inside their mate while they produce copious amounts of semen in an effort to breed.
* Strong sense of smell.
* Near an Omega in heat, they experience a compulsion to mate that is almost impossible to overcome.
* Alphas may go into rut, which is their equivalent of Omega heat, and drives them to mate.
2 - The Beta.
* Ordinary human being.
* Males have penises; females have vaginas.
* Can mate to anyone.
* Might be able to smell hormones of Omegas and Alphas, but will not be overwhelmingly affected by them.
3 - The Omega.
* Stereotypically submissive, quiet, intelligent and less physically able.
* Female anatomy is similar to Betas; males are self-lubricating and may have either an external or internal vaginal setup.
* Regularly go into heat, which involves being overcome by the urge to mate. They are unable to consent while in heat.
* May be made compliant by a bite to the neck. However, that may also induce a mating bond.
* Often regarded as second-class citizens or prizes to be won.
SITUATIONS:
1 - Bonding - Love at first sight. You've spotted your soulmate. You can smell them, you can feel them, you know that they'll be with you until the end of your days. Unless there's something between the two of you. It could be age - maybe one of you has to wait until the other has reached maturity. It could be that the bond is one-sided, and the other has yet to fall in love. It could be an unwanted bond, or society could have divided you into different places. Is your love strong enough to conquer?
2 - Heat/Rut - The need is coming on you strong. Everyone for a half-mile around can smell it. Better find someone to ride it out with, or hole yourself up in a room with a few bottles of water and a durable sex toy. And you'd better hope that there isn't someone out there who will take advantage of your pliable state. Best case scenario, there might be a Beta who can take care of you, or fend off anyone too predatory.
3 - Pregnancy - Whether through a heat or not, you're pregnant. Congratulations - or condolences. Is it time to start a family, or time to start panicking?
4 - Suppressants - You're using suppressants to keep yourself on an even hormone cycle, skipping heats, or maybe pretending to pass as a different class of society. After all, Omegas might want to be in the military, where they're not usually allowed - or an Alpha might want to take a job in a university or as a nurse. Shouldn't they be allowed to, if their hormones are suppressed? Just hope that you don't miss a dose.
5 - Mistaken Identity - That friend that you always thought was an Alpha, or an Omega, or a neutral Beta, turns out to be something entirely different, and your world is turned absolutely upside down. Does it challenge your preconceptions? Or does it just ruin the balance between you two?
6 - Unlikely Pairs - After all, there's no actual reason that Alphas have to mate with Omegas. Maybe two Omegas can satisfy each other. Or two Alphas. Or your intended mate could easily be a Beta. Maybe this is just about breaking out of your pre-established role and becoming something new.
7 - Manifestation - In some cases, an individual may not know they are Omega, Beta or Alpha until their first heat/rut/manifestation, usually happening in early teen years. It may take you by surprise; it may be a blessing, or may be a deep disappointment.
8 - Other - Adventures in getting jobs, making families, fighting bad guys, and anything else you can come up with!
/rolls around in these beautiful numbers
[ It isn't Merlin's fault. It isn't even Arthur's fault, not really, not when he has no idea of how crucial the tea is to his safety, nor how missing even one dose could turn his world inside out as well as upside down. In his eagerness to get out to his knights he'd flat-out ignored his breakfast brew. A skin of water would refresh him just fine on his breaks between drilling, wouldn't it? No harm done, despite the fact that Arthur knows hydration to be key when exercising. He's shouted it at his men often enough — even at Merlin, to a lesser degree, although nothing on the Gods' green Earth will stop him from complaining his way through a hunt.
That morning's session, though, had been a little peculiar. The usual sweat that accompanies training had seemed marginally different somehow, as though the heat had crawled beneath his skin instead of dusting it with a healthy sheen. Arthur felt looser, more limber, and he'd found himself noticing little aspects of his knights that he mightn't have noticed before; physical aspects that caught his attention in an obscure (if not positive) way. The way a muscle bunched here, or a trickle of sweat there, or the promising grunt of a man straining his way through a powerful move.
It set his pulse pounding. Arthur had chalked it up to having repressed his pride for his men for too long: they were clearly becoming fine warriors, and shouldn't he tell them so more often? Keeping them working hard for his approval was good incentive to do better, yes, but would it really be so bad to simply ... yield, once in a while? Thankfully he'd caught himself before that thread of thought progressed, prompting him to clear his throat and steel his resolve before pushing them a little harder. What was wrong with him? He's the prince, for goodness sake: a warrior, leader, Alpha. He shouldn't be having such nonsensical thoughts about giving his knights an easy morning.
Still, that doesn't stop him from hanging back for a short while after practice. Several of them have shown interest in getting individual feedback: they surround him in the courtyard, all but pawing at him for attention. It's unusual, so much so that he actually feels a little flustered, not because of some sudden onset of shyness but because he's finding he likes being made a fuss of. The heat under his skin (heat that never left) intensifies a little further ...
But then Merlin's there, out of the blue, spouting rubbish about his father needing to see him. ]
My chambers?
[ He lifts an eyebrow, unconvinced, as his knights throw dirty looks at Merlin. ]
What could he possibly want in my chambers?
[ But, a summons from the king is a summons from the king. He claps his closest knight — Sir Bedivere, as it happens — on the shoulder before gesturing for Merlin to follow, already unfastening his gauntlets as he sweeps up the palace steps. ]
Come on, then.
[ Of course, when they arrive, and Uther's nowhere to be seen ... ]
I hope this isn't some kind of poor attempt at a joke, Merlin.
[ But the warmth in his rooms is stifling. Arthur's glad that his father's not there: all of a sudden he wants nothing more than to peel off his clothes and lie down, quite unaware that the heat he's feeling is radiating from him in fragrant, welcoming waves. He rounds on Merlin, haughty as always, noting the pile of laundry dropped in his haste. ]
Well?
no subject
Maybe you should drink your tea.
[He casts a glance in the prince's direction, and then doesn't even bother looking at the tea. Arthur is flushed with the onset of heat, and whatever is in the mug certainly won't be strong enough to stop it.
Merlin takes a deep breath, getting control of his own urges before he pushes away from the door. He wills his voice to stay soft and steady - Arthur will surely do enough shouting for the both of them.]
Arthur, there's something I have to tell you.
[His voice trembles with the words, and he's not sure if it's more from fear or want.]
Something's...happening to you. And just this once, I need you to listen. You can't go outside today.
[This close to getting the 'you're becoming a woman' speech.]
no subject
[ And something is happening to Arthur; something that's changed the balance between them with the barring of the door. It doesn't sit right in the same way that it sits perfectly beneath his skin: he looks at Merlin, unaware of the pheromones beckoning his manservant closer towards him, and frowns a little as the heat puddles itself right down to the pit of his stomach. All of a sudden he feels feverish, like he's sick and needs to lie down, and yet ... ]
You brought me up here ... to try and get me to drink cold tea.
[ The look he offers Merlin is sceptical. ]
And you can sod off, by the way — as if you can tell me what to do.
[ But there's no harshness in his voice. In fact, Arthur's tone is unwittingly soft and sultry, and with every step he takes towards Merlin his pupils yawn open to darker black. He stops only when he's a couple of feet away; folds his arms across his chest; but then he smells it, smells Merlin, and it squeezes right down to his core. The tip of his tongue licks a gloss of dampness over reddened lips; ]
... Why? [ Lashes flutter to half mast. Arthur feels like he's wet and melting, a bit like honey, but it doesn't seem to matter half as much as it would've an hour ago. In fact, it feels good, and as the heat takes over all rational thought he begins to forget how to be angry. ] Go on. Why can't I go outside today?
no subject
Maybe Omegas are the ones with the true power after all.]
If you go outside, all the others will fight to claim you. And whichever one wins-
[Merlin's breath hitches, his own ebony lashes fluttering at the picture that his words paint.]
Whichever one wins will claim you. He'll spend the rest of the night fucking you, forcing his knot.
[There's a flush of heat in Merlin's cheeks, and he tells himself that it's shame but he knows better. It's arousal, but also a strange anger. They're fine knights, but they're not good enough to bed Arthur. He can't allow it. He has to stop Arthur from wanting it.]
You know the way you bark orders. The whole castle will probably hear it. And what about the state of your bed tomorrow? If he doesn't just take you right there in the court-oh.
[The little moan comes out unbidden. It startles him, and suddenly Merlin's stumbling back, tipping over a bowl of apples on the table and then shakily trying to collect them. He's intoxicated by Arthur's very presence.]
You're the prince of Camelot. Your father said that no one can ever know what you really are.
no subject
[ But Arthur isn't listening to his explanation — or rather, he's listening, just not as closely as he should be. He's far too preoccupied with the curve of Merlin's lips; the line of Merlin's jaw; the strong scent of Merlin's masculinity that he's never really noticed before. It addles his mind and mixes up the right from wrong: he hears words like 'fight' and 'claim' and they sound like good things, things he wants, and when Merlin speaks of the victorious knight 'forcing his knot' he shudders deep down to his bones. Yes. He wants that.
... But then a cold drop of reality permeates the haze. ]
But I'm an Alpha, not some mewling Omega prize ...
[ He blinks, suddenly bewildered, as this new information creates its contrast with what he thought he knew. An Alpha, they'd always said, because he was strong and brave and royal, and besides, he's never once demonstrated any kind of Omega trait. He's never had a heat before ... ]
... Oh.
[ Heat. That's what this is. The heat of an Omega, and Merlin knew. ]
You knew.
[ Should he be outraged? Appalled? Embarrassed? Arthur feels nothing of the sort — none of the hurt that should be coursing through him at the disclosure of their deception. His father, Gaius, Merlin ... all of them, hiding the truth of what he is, but the part of him that wants to throw things is, for now, purring and quiet. ]
How. How did you do it?
[ His question is soft — all crushed velvet, only sore around the edges, but the bruise will darken after the heat, when the tide of hormones pulls back to leave naked truth. ]
Actually, wait. I don't care.
[ Because there are more pressing matters at hand. Merlin's words have turned Arthur's wetness from metaphoric to quite literal, and the smell of it, syrupy sweet, hangs heavy in the air. He leans close, nudging his nose against Merlin's jaw as he breathes deep; ]
You lied about this too. You are an Alpha, aren't you. That's why you smell like that ...
[ And he wants to laugh, because Merlin? Merlin. An Alpha. The very concept would be utterly ridiculous if Arthur wasn't leaking more of that slippery sap into his smalls. ]
Would you fight them to claim me, too?
[ He pulls back, taunting Merlin, despite the fact that his eyes are hot and hungry. ]
To spend the rest of the night fucking me? Forcing your knot?
no subject
But it doesn't come, at least not yet. Merlin starts gulping the air, not in relief, but at the pure sweetness that's invading every part of him.]
Of course I would.
[For all his lies, all he has to do is imagine Arthur brushing his lips against his skin and he feels compelled to tell the truth. He starts to chase after that perfect mouth right as Arthur curves it into a smirk. Smug, even in this. Merlin's eyes are bright with wanting, even with the herbs still in his system.]
I'd fight for you and I would win. You'd take my knot, and I'd fill you until there was no space left. And in the morning we'd be weak and clawed, and you'd complain that you smelled like sweat and come and demand a bath. Only I'd end up fucking you over the edge of it. But we would be. Happy.
[The words catch in his throat. A lot has been expected of him since he became the prince's servant. Most of it Merlin has expected of himself. But it doesn't change the fact that he wants the same things as everyone. The straining at the front of his trousers is proof enough of that.]
But I'm just a servant.
no subject
[ Merlin's words, shot from his mouth, find their mark at the base of his cock, and bury themselves there easily as his cock grows thick in the aftermath. Arthur wants to hate him but he can't, not like this, despite the deep blow of finding out he's been the Alpha all along. Lies, lies all, and the sting curls around his prick with the arousal, but every shape Merlin makes with his lips is enough to hypnotise him a thousand times over. It is, in a way, not too unlike a cruel enchantment; one that's been written into his flesh as opposed to gold leaf in a dusty tome. ]
How would you win?
[ His breath catches. Arthur feels dizzy with want and need, as though a breath of wind could fell him, and so he clutches at Merlin's shabby jacket to keep himself upright. ]
Look at you — compared to my knights you're just a sapling. A bunch of green twigs.
[ Which confuses Arthur to no end, because there's still just ... something about him. In that moment, at least, Arthur doesn't doubt that he could win, because his eyes are hard and dark and already he knows Merlin wants it more. To his knights he'd been an impossibly rare trophy, but to Merlin ...
Arthur isn't sure. What he is sure of, however, is that if he were to tilt his head just so then he could steal a kiss from his lips, but what's more interesting is the tent of his arousal making itself prominent in his breeches. Arthur frees a hand from Merlin's shirt and lets it dip down to cup his cock. ]
Have you thought about it before? Taking me, I mean.
[ Arthur is thinking about it now. He can feel the spread of wetness that makes it all the more apparent, then he's on his knees, pressing his face to Merlin's crotch not just because he want to, but because he has to. The lie cuts deep but this is affirmation that he's wanted; that Merlin wants to win him, fuck him, and give him his seed until his body can take no more. Perhaps what hurts the most is that Arthur's never been allowed to know it up until now. He looks up at him, the rim of blue fever-bright around the black of his pupils; ]
... Being happy with me.
no subject
[Merlin reaffirms it with a confident, secretive smirk. Arthur's men are strong, skilled warriors. But for Arthur they could all come at him at once, and Merlin would still put them on the ground. But there's only so many secrets he can reveal today.
He groans the prince's name when he touches him, but it's as if he's cut off from oxygen completely when Arthur drops to his knees. Even the ability to protest is waning, much less the desire to. Merlin takes a harsh breath through his mouth, and it's enough to get his lungs working again. Those fingers that help Arthur on with his armour every morning start carding through his hair, caressing the warm skin of his face.]
At night. Sometimes.
[When his suppressant is gone and there's half a castle between them. The confession alone could land him in the stocks. But Merlin doesn't care, not about anything but making Arthur know just how much he's wanted him.]
I wake up touching myself and saying your name, fucking into my fist and pretending it's you. But it's not the same. I can't...I can't lick into you or make you cry out. I can't smell you.
[Merlin's fingers twitch at the laces of his trousers. He wants to show Arthur what the thought of him does, how he's sticking to that roughspun fabric because his cock has been tricked into thinking it's going to get inside him.]
I never come.
[And it's frustrating, and sometimes Merlin thinks about searching out an Omega in heat. But it wouldn't be Arthur. Somehow, Merlin's the one who's been claimed.]
no subject
[ In that respect, at least, it's a trading off of secrets. It's true that Arthur has confessed things to merlin that no prince should ever say: he's formed his own opinions and defied his king in ways that, for anyone else, could very well amount to treason. Merlin's kept his secrets safe. Now, though, in admitting that he's had sexual thoughts about his prince, Merlin could very well be placing his life in Arthur's hands. After all, it would only take a word to have Merlin punished for everything, culminating in right now ...
But Arthur would never do that. He couldn't. His heart hurts, but his manservant is still the closest to a true friend he's ever had.
The heat in his blood demands Merlin's pleasure, as an Omega, but the scrap of reason left at the back of his mind is glad he's been unable to come while thinking of him. It sweetens the moment just a little, as well as allowing him another moment of smugness, because Merlin shouldn't be able to come while coveting him late at night. He mouths over the swell of his prick until the material is damp with spit: he's not done this before, of course, what with the ominous lectures and rules set by Uther, but it's too natural for him to stop now when he's so ripe and ready to feel it.
To feel Merlin. ]
Do it. All that.
[ He's panting now, flushed and wanting as he sucks at Merlin through the linen. It may very well be the worst idea he's ever had but right now he's too far gone to care: the heat is relentless, simmering in his blood which sings to Merlin's in a feral tune. He's not going to make it easy, though, because some small part of him still wants to make him feel even a breath of that betrayal; ]
If you won't, I'll find someone who will.
[ Subconsciously, at least, he knows he shouldn't threaten an Alpha: not like this, when he's on his knees and tasting his cock through his trousers. Still, Arthur's always been one to flirt with danger. His clothes are sticky with sweat and his breath is shaky, thick with need, and he draws the flat of his tongue up over the damp bulge of Merlin's cock. His own is just as stiff and hot beneath the laces of his breeches; he's never felt so hard before, so ready to open himself to another man. He need his seed so much it aches inside.
Standing, Arthur leans close to steal the breath right from Merlin's lips; ]
Undress me.
no subject
The prince's name is whispered now, almost prayer-like. Merlin knows this is wrong for so many reasons, but he wants Arthur to want him, wants it more than anything. How can he possibly push him away when all that he's done has been in hopes of staying close to him.
Even with all the heat in the room, Arthur's threat still makes his his blood go ice-cold in his veins. He thinks about Arthur being wanton and vulnerable in front of another man, being touched and fucked by anyone who isn't him, and that's all it takes to put Merlin back under Arthur's command. His fingers hastily work at buckles and laces even as he find that place behind the prince's ear, breathes deep and moans. By tomorrow his life will literally be in Arthur's hands, but it's worth it just to have him under his tonight.]
Show me.
[He whispers it breathlessly. Arthur's scent is even stronger now that his trousers are pushed down. Merlin knows that he's wet between his cheeks, down the backs of his thighs. His pupils almost overcome the bright colour of his eyes at just the thought of his pink, wet hole.]
Arthur, let me see.
no subject
[ Surprisingly (and it is surprising, because Arthur doesn't know how Omega heat goes), the more items of clothing Merlin strips away the hotter his body becomes. It's the burn of blue eyes on him, of the watchful gaze of another, and in that moment Arthur understands that he's being truly seen for the first time. If not for the hormones pounding through his veins he might even be a little apprehensive, but this is Merlin, his Merlin, and he's never had to worry around him before. Why should he begin now? Nothing else in the world matters, save fucking the heat right out of his body.
Be as that may, Merlin's command catches Arthur's breath in the back of his throat. Merlin's seen him naked before but never like this, and never so intimately; he wants to see the part of him that they're discovering together. He's still not entirely sure whether he should feel shame for how wet he is: it's normal for an Omega, especially one as hot and aroused as he is, but it's also sticky evidence of the extent of how wrong he was about himself.
Arthur, let me see.
The words echo in the back of his mind, and the world falls away.
Arthur backs towards his bed for a few pages before turning to let Merlin watch his arse move, all honey-pale skin beneath his clothes and slightly moist with sweat. The backs of his generous thighs, of course, glisten with his own slick, but then he's up on the bed on all fours and spreading his knees for Merlin's viewing. The ache in his balls is nothing short of exquisite — Arthur shudders and dips the small of his back, encouraging ample arse cheeks to part further to show him that pouting pink little hole. It's wet and slick with fluid — even now it leaks onto the coverlet — and he fists two handfuls of his sheets as his toes curl with anticipation. ]
Well?
[ His breathing is ragged now, and his voice is rough with lust. Everything about him beckons Merlin closer; begs him to touch and grasp and claim. It makes him feel powerful in his submission, that he can have such an effect on another person, and he reaches around to tease his hole with the tips of his index and middle fingers.
And that is Arthur's first groan. A slow, sweet sound; his whole body squeezes on another rush of that clear wet fluid. ]
Merlin. Say ... just. Say something.
no subject
He has to grip the edge of the table when Arthur goes to all fours, something primal stirring in him. It's the only thing that keeps Merlin anchored where he is, forces him to just look before he thinks about tasting and fucking. He's jealous of Arthur's fingers. Never before has anyone had to order him to speak. But Merlin's struggling to find the language to match how seeing Arthur wet and spread for him makes him feel.]
You're amazing.
[It's quiet with awe, and Merlin allows himself to come closer - is truthfully commanded to by Arthur's body to come closer. He slides his hands over the swell of Arthur's arse, and now it's his turn to go to his knees and lick the fluid from the back of one powerful thigh with a long sweep of his tongue.]
You taste even better than you smell.
[There's a quivering in his breath, because he didn't even think it possible.]
Does it make you wet to think about me? About how it'll feel to have me inside you?
[Merlin circles him with a single finger, slips it inside and gasps at the tight clench.]
I'm not so sure you can take me.
no subject
[ Arthur all but purrs into Merlin's touch as he strokes over the curves of his arse, relieved to have him there, praising him, in a way he's never been praised before. His words are hushed and revenant as though Arthur is something to be adored: amazing, he says, and Arthur's cheeks flame brighter red, and for a moment he's pleased he's facing away so that Merlin can't see it. The extent of his effect on Arthur is startling.
And speaking of startling. The lick to the back of his thigh forces a strange sound from Arthur's lips. Not a whimper, never a whimper, because Pendragons don't make such pathetic sounds, but in truth that's the closest thing to it without a shadow of a doubt. He's panting softly in his efforts not to push back and spread himself for more, but his body knows what it wants far more more than his mind wants to stop it. Does it make him wet to think about Merlin? To imagine him licking him more, then licking him there, before stuffing his cock in and taking him hard? ]
... Yeah. Gods, yes, it makes me wet.
[ But then his body tightens up as Merlin's finger pushes in, and Arthur huffs just a little through soft and open lips. It doesn't hurt, exactly, because this is what his body's for, but it does feel a bit peculiar. Inside he's hot and tender as he squeezes around that digit; ]
Shut up, Merlin.
[ He groans low in the back of his throat. His finger isn't enough; Arthur needs so much more from him, and as much is obvious in the way his muscles clench and pull him deeper. Of course, he doesn't know how big Merlin is when he's hard, but that dark new part of him hopes it's enough; ]
I can take you — all of you. And your knot.
[ Because his body is strong in all the right places, even shapely around the arse and hips, as though it was made to be mounted and filled while keeping a skinny thing like Merlin comfortable. He gasps at the thought, giving and pliant under his touch. Arthur looks back over his shoulder with clouded eyes and damply curling hair, his body trembling ever so slightly as he searches for his gaze. ]
All night, Merlin. You said all night.
[ And that gets him wetter still; thinking about Merlin fucking him all night. ]
... And all day too.
no subject
He withdraws, and he does lick at the trickle of fluid that follows, tongue soft against Arthur's rim. It clouds his mind, making him feel like he does when he sneaks one too many sips of wine at the end of a feast. Merlin huffs an amused little laugh and closes his eyes, resting his forehead against the small of Arthur's back.]
What if your heat doesn't last that long?
[Merlin dreads that moment; fears it, if he's honest. Right now Arthur's hormones are a buffer against all that he's done. He lifts his head again, his eyes locking with Arthur's, the contact only broken when he pulls his tunic off over his head. Merlin crawls up, scattering touches and kisses against Arthur's heated skin as he goes. But his eyes are dark and desperate, like the threat of storm clouds just before a downpour.]
Arthur, how do you want me? Do you want to stay like this? Or would you rather be on your back like a new bride? The bed could use a few flowers for that.
[His eyebrow quirks, teasing. Merlin doesn't doubt that he'll pay for that later.]
Let me guess, you want to be the one on top, riding me until you're ready to sink down completely. Fine, let's do them all.
no subject
[ Merlin makes a decent enough point, of course. What if his heat doesn't last that long? What if being taken the once is enough to fuck the sense back into him; to remind him exactly how this came about, and why? Arthur wants to growl something cutting and lewd, something like "you'll fuck me until I tell you to stop, or else", but then Merlin's kissing and nuzzling his way up his back and soothing him back down into compliance. He stretches a little, like an overgrown cat, before turning to sit and prop himself up on an arm; ]
Well, since I'm not a bride, or a dog ...
[ Oh, he's definitely going to pay for that later. A few hours in the stocks should lash Merlin's loose tongue back behind his teeth ... but then Arthur imagines him being unable to lick him like he did before, and suddenly the idea seems ludicrous. He lets his gaze roam over Merlin's torso, drinking him in with hungry eyes, before circling a scrawny wrist with his hand and tugging him close enough to kiss.
And kiss he does. Every inch of him feels like its screaming as he laps his way into Merlin's mouth: his body calls for him, needs to feel the silk of his skin, and Arthur moans hot against his lips as his free hand skims Merlin's chest. ]
Let me ride you. [ That hand wanders down to rub and squeeze at Merlin's crotch. ] I want that — until it's too much for you to bear. Until you have to take me on my back.
[ He groans at the mere thought. Wetting his lips, Arthur rubs at Merlin once more before looking up at him, expectant. ]
Now you show me.
[ Because he wants to see it, too, as well as feel it swelling and spurting deep inside. ]
Go on.
no subject
When it's time for his reveal, Merlin's fingers are suddenly clumsy at his laces. It makes him sweaty and frustrated, and he tugs them with a disregard for his clothing that he's constantly clicking his tongue at Arthur for. He's desperate to show Arthur, not just the size of his cock, but the way it's hard just for him.
Merlin finally tugs his trousers halfway down his hips, the flushed head peeking up first before he manages to get them peeled the rest of the way off. He rests back on his elbows, watching Arthur's face with his own hungry and hopeful. Merlin's a slender twig in most other ways, but he's as well-endowed as any Alpha.]
Will that be enough to satisfy you? My Lord.
[There's no actual mocking in his voice. Merlin reaches out to touch him, to coax Arthur closer so he can reach back and feel his hole again, how it clenches, as hungry as the rest of their bodies. He can smell his own pheromones rising, fuel for Arthur's heat.]
All night and all day.
[Because Arthur's not an average Omega. He's beyond average in every way.]
no subject
[ Arthur watches shamelessly as Merlin moves to strip away his trousers. The first peek of the head of his prick sets his mouth watering, finally, and when he pushes the offending clothing down and off Arthur's quite certain he's fallen in love. Merlin is strikingly beautiful like this. Everything about him is sharp and slim save the thick curve of his gorgeous, gorgeous cock, which easily beats Arthur's for size and girth, but then, he is an Alpha. He can smell it more clearly now, the musk and sweat and salt of precome, and he's on top of Merlin in an instant to feel the rub of it against his own. ]
... We'll soon see, won't we.
[ But Merlin's touching him again, feeling how wet and ready his hole is, twitching and squeezing beneath the slick for a cock to anchor itself to. Their scents mingle with every breath to create something far better than the both of them. Arthur leans down and pins Merlin's wrists, half-convinced to tie him there for his use until he's satisfied, but then he's kissing him again — kissing him so hard it feels like drowning.
When he finally relents for breath Arthur is flushed and open and panting, and his hips move smoothly against Merlin's to tease out their pleasure even further. It's not enough, though, because Arthur needs so much more than that heated friction; ]
Feel that.
[ His eyes are hazy, and Omega or no, that's still an order. He sits up, letting Merlin's cock dip into the slippery crack of his arse, and his lashes flutter at the promise of getting him inside. His hands slide down the taut lines of Merlin's chest to splay flat against his abdomen, where his own cock is red and shivering with hot anticipation. ]
Feel how wet I am for you.
no subject
He moans into the kiss, because the world has narrowed down to just them and what they're about to do, this natural thing that still feels amazing and impossible to him.]
Is this really happening?
[It's a nonsense question, a predecessor for one of Arthur's don't be such an idiot, Merlin barbs. Merlin licks his kiss-bruised lips, and strains to lift his hips against his Omega's. But Arthur's so physically strong, fit from all the years that he thought he was an Alpha, and treated and trained his body accordingly.]
Arthur, I have to feel you around me, have to. I'll make you feel so good, I promise. Please. Take me before I take you.
no subject
Stop being such a girl, Merlin.
[ It's a quiet little huff that's quickly followed with a kiss. Arthur isn't just strong, he's heavy with muscle, which makes keeping Merlin in place far easier than it should be. His breathy words force a bead of precome to the head of his aching cock: he'll make him feel good, he promised, and perhaps for the first Arthur believes every word without question. He reaches behind himself to fist Merlin's dick before rubbing the tip against his too-wet hole. ]
Promise me again.
[ But it's no so much a condition as a desperate request, because Arthur's too far gone in his heat to stop now. He wets his lips and pushes down to take the head of Merlin's cock — there's resistance, of course there is, because Arthur's never done this before, but his body knows what it has to do even if he's still uncertain himself. The moment when the tight muscle gives pulls a sharp gasp from his lips; ]
Oh— Gods, Merlin ...
[ Sinking down on him is slow progress. Arthur rolls his hips on a soft groan as he takes him, inch by inch, although he only makes it half-way before he's lifting up again. He laughs, a little breathless, as he stretches and squeezes around Merlin's cock, before pushing a hand through his hair and spreading his thighs a little wider. ]
Tell me what you want.
[ Words Arthur's never said before — words only a heat like this could induce. He's drunk on Merlin's Alpha scent; his lips; his cock, and as much is evident in his rosy flush, but Arthur wouldn't be Arthur if he wasn't going to make it at least a little bit difficult. Omega or no. ]
Tell me.
no subject
I promise, I'll make you feel so good. Like you do after a good, hard training. Loose and tired but adored. I do, Arthur. I do.
[This time Merlin does surge forward, but wanting a kiss most of all. Until he feels Arthur's arse squeezing around the head of his cock, and Merlin falls back to clutch at the sheets. It's hot and wet and perfect, and he watches his cock being taken inch by inch. The tightness and friction is nothing less than exquisite.]
Touch yourself.
[Arthur makes demands and it's the first thing that comes to mind. He knows that even with the high colour of his skin and the sounds that he makes, it isn't easy for him, can't be. And Merlin made a promise.]
I want you to touch yourself, and think about me. All those nights that I did it...touch yourself until you come all over me, until you cover my scent with yours.
[Merlin turns his head to the side, spots a phial of oil that he knows Arthur uses for sore muscles. There's a quick flash of gold in his eyes as his magic brings it to his hand. Hopefully Arthur was too distracted with his cock.]
Think of my mouth, tasting your cock, licking you clean. You're not leaving this room smelling like that. Mated or not, every knight in that courtyard would still-
[Merlin bites down on his bottom lip, hips straining and pleading for more. The sweat is beading up on his skin, his body trembling when Arthur sinks down to his thickening knot only to lift up again. It's enough to make him see stars against his eyelids.]
Oh fuck, Arthur.
no subject
[ Merlin's words drip over him like so much sweet syrup, relaxing him further and loosening him up until he can sink further down on him with ease. The sounds he makes beneath him flush his own cock a darker red; Arthur watches as he unravels beneath the wet squeeze of his hole, feeling a sudden flare of pride when Merlin tries to lean up — when he can't. It encourages Arthur to ride him a little harder, taking more of him in each time he grinds back down onto his cock. When he wraps an oiled hand a round his cock he sucks in a breath, hissing quickly, and his head drops back on a noisy groan when he begins to pump himself in earnest. ]
Fuck.
[ And Arthur imagines it all. Merlin touching himself, wanking his cock and being unable to come without him; Merlin's lips wrapped around his prick to suck down his come and lick him clean. His arse clenches tight, worshipping the curve of Merlin's length as he splits himself on it, until finally, finally, he's taking him down to his knot each time. The swell of it nudges his cheeks and has his lips slack with sensation; ]
Mated. That means —oh — I'm yours, then?
[ Arthur leans over him, his free hand bracing against Merlin's shoulder. He's panting with exertion now, riding him hard and fast, skin slapping against skin as they move together on the bed. It's infuriating — the heat inside him is getting worse, not better, and he moans harsh with frustration as his cock leaks into his palm. ]
Merlin ... Gods, Merlin, I need—
[ He needs his knot. Arthur slows his pace, sliding down so that Merlin's cockhead is buried deep inside him, before flipping them easily so that he's on his back with his legs spread wide. It's a little embarrassing — "like a new bride" — but he can't deny himself. Sore lips seek soft, plush ones as he arches up, pulling Merlin down; ]
Give it to me.
[ His demand isn't as quiet as he'd like, but right now? Arthur doesn't care. ]
no subject
[It should be a question. He shouldn't presume that he can have the prince just because he's an Alpha. But Merlin knows that no one wants him more, no one will give him more, no one. No one loves Arthur more.
He moves with him, keeping his eyes open so he can watch every expression, every wave of pleasure that washes over Arthur's face. It feels amazing, dizzying in its sweetness but not enough. Arthur isn't his yet, not until he ties them together and fills him to overflowing. His magic is there again, practically levitating him off the bed before Arthur flips them.]
Hang on - oh gods, Arthur you're so hot.
[He leans forward and kisses him tenderly, a second time on the temple to taste his sweat.]
I'll take care of you. I swear I will.
[He's panting, so much of the oxygen needed that he barely has any left to give to the words. Merlin's eyes roam over him, the sheen of Arthur's skin and the spread of those beautiful thighs. He pushes his hips forward, watching his knot meet with resistance against Arthur's hole. He fucks into him for a few strokes, but Arthur's moans turn into half-whimpering, distressful sounds.]
Arthur, I have to - you have to take it now.
[He was ordered to give it to him, Merlin snaps his hips forward, pushing until Arthur's body does the one thing that Arthur never does, surrenders and lets his knot inside. It's enough to make Merlin cry out, practically scream when the orgasms tear from him.
It also shatters the mirror.
And the window.
And suddenly every candle and fireplace in the castle is alight.]
no subject
[ For Arthur, it's that tender little kiss that closes his orgasm in around him. It takes him by surprise: a stark contrast to the fast pace of their fucking, and later he'll kick himself for thinking it but. For the first time in his life Arthur feels truly wanted. Needed, even — not for honour or duty, but for him. His free hand grasps at Merlin's shoulder, then the back of his neck, before finally anchoring itself in his hair, which he fists tightly between his fingers. ]
Please.
[ It's a strained, broken little whisper, because Pendragon's don't beg. They don't want to be taken care of — they take care of themselves — but in this moment he wants nothing more than to let Merlin do just that. He's a vision above him, all soft and sweaty and flushed with pleasure, and Arthur keens beneath him as he fucks in once, twice, three times.
And then he does it. The pressure of Merlin's knot forces him further open than he's ever been: his breath sticks in the back of his throat and he screws his eyes closed, pained, but when his hole finally yields it becomes white hot, toe-curling pleasure. His yelp of surprise is sharp and sweet; ]
Merlin! Gods, Merlin ... Merlin, I can't—
[ He belongs. Merlin belongs there inside him, fucking and filling him to the brim, and Arthur tosses his head to the side on a harsh cry as his own orgasm crashes over him. It heightens the feeling of fullness inside him as he clenches tight around Merlin's knot, and he can hear himself sobbing and babbling words of devotion as he spills over his fist and belly. It isn't his fault — his body is breaking with the sensation of being filled — with Merlin's cry and the crack of glass and the sudden burst of flames. it doesn't make sense, none of it does, but right now nothing matters other than taking every drop of Merlin's seed; ]
All of it. [ He clutches Merlin's shoulders tightly as he gasps and pants and shivers. ] Fill me up.
no subject
Shh. Shh.
[Merlin soothes, because that's as much a part of his job as working his knot in. He brushes his lips against him, nuzzles Arthur's sweat-soaked hair and breathes in the scent. It's giving up more secrets of its own, telling Merlin all he needs to know about the prince's body.]
There's not another like you, Arthur.
[He rocks his hips forward with a soft grunt, making sure that he's in deep and not a drop of him spills out.]
My Omega. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
[Merlin settles down carefully, rubbing the coarse hair on the outside of Arthur's thigh. Emotion has taken back ground from his instincts, and Merlin wants to kiss more than he wants to fuck.]
You should rest now. Your heat's not over.
no subject
[ Arthur huffs quietly at Merlin's words. He's too dizzy and lusty and fucked-out to remember that he should be protesting; that the aftermath of this should be chilled with betrayal. Instead there's only a warm voice and warm arms and gorgeously warm lips — there's Merlin calling him beautiful and telling him to rest. Not a bad idea, all things considered, since their enthusiastic mating has only just taken the edge off. Dimly, he wonders whether he'll ever be able to get enough. ]
Tch. I'm hardly tired out yet.
[ ... Still. Arthur can be petulant when he wants to be, even when it's quite obvious that a rest is the best course of action. He licks his lips and sinks back into the pillows, utterly boneless. It's a bone-deep feeling of goodness: Merlin is hot and slick inside him, slicker still for his seed, and Arthur rests his legs over sharp hips before pulling him down to kiss again. After all, the prospect that Merlin owns him is as unsettling as it is perfect, and right now kissing him seems the only appropriate course of action. ]
Mm. When.
[ Arthur blinks up at him slowly when he pulls away for breath. His hole twitches, squeezing Merlin's knot, and he hums a little in response, before sliding a hand down between their bodies to skim through his own come. His fingers rub gingerly at his abdomen; ]
... When will it be over, I mean.
[ He'd said all day and all night, yes, but what if that's not enough either? ]
And how do you know all this?
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)