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“You’re late, Sir Gwaine,” Arthur said as the knight entered the King’s chambers.
The sight he walked in on was a very alluring one. Merlin was on all fours on the bed, sweat already pearling on his naked skin. Arthur was pumping three fingers in and out of the Court Sorcerer’s arse. They must have been going at it for a while. After all, Gwaine was supposed to arrive almost forty minutes ago.
“Sorry princess, patrol lasted longer than anticipated and I needed a bath before I joined you,” Gwaine replied with an unapologetic smirk.
He quickly got undressed, not wanting to leave Merlin waiting any longer. Merlin’s breath hitched when Arthur finally penetrated him. Gwaine took advantage of his gaping mouth to shove his half-hard cock between Merlin’s lips. He hummed at the way Merlin gagged slightly at the sudden intrusion.
Gwaine remained still for a short while, watching Arthur fuck Merlin. A particularly strong thrust from the King forced Gwaine’s cock deeper down Merlin’s throat. The sorcerer’s answering moan sent shivers down Gwaine’s shaft. That prompted the knight to start fucking Merlin’s mouth in earnest.
“You’re such a slut, Merlin. Are you that hungry for our cocks?” Gwaine asked, combing his fingers through Merlin’s sweat-damp hair.
All Merlin could do was hum in response, hollowing his cheeks around Gwaine’s member. Merlin truly was a sight to behold. He was drooling on the bedsheets, eyes glazed and unfocused. The blissed-out sounds he produced from the back of his throat spurred both men to fuck him harder. They coordinated their paces to give Merlin the best possible experience, pitoning him from both ends. When Arthur pulled out, Gwaine pushed in, alternating their thrusts with an ease that came from years of practice.
Merlin was a wonder. He was so powerful, yet he submitted so beautifully to them. It was thrilling that he was on his knees for them because he wished to. Gwaine loved both his lovers, but Merlin would always hold a special place in his heart. Merlin’s eyes rolled back when Arthur finally decided to hit his prostate. He looked gorgeous in the thralls of pleasure. He was pliant between them, little more than a doll for them to fuck as they pleased.
“You take us so well, Merlin. It’s like you were born for our cocks,” Arthur praised between grunts as he kept fucking Merlin at a punishing pace.
Camelot’s King fucked the same way he fought, with passion and fire in his eyes. He was relentless, unstoppable. Gwaine remembered the first time he saw Arthur wield a sword. The way he moved so gracefully, how he slashed his enemies one after the other like some vengeful god. When Arthur fucked, he looked like a deity of sex and passion. Gwaine felt like a mere mortal allowed the honour of sharing the bed of higher beings.
Arthur was getting close. Gwaine could tell by the way he quickened his pace and held Merlin’s narrow hips in a bruising grip. It would surely leave marks on Merlin’s pale skin. Gwaine’s cock throbbed at the thought. He loved kissing the bruises they left on Merlin during sex.
“Merlin would look so good with your cum all over his face,” Arthur said, looking at Gwaine as if he was challenging him to go through with it.
The mental image of Merlin’s face painted with his seed made Gwaine moan, thrusting deep into Merlin’s willing mouth. His throat pulsed against the intrusion, massaging Gwaine’s sensitive gland. It felt so good. If he didn’t hold back, Gwaine could cum right then. Instead, Gwaine pulled his cock out of Merlin’s warm mouth and cupped his cheek. His skin was wet and sticky with a mix of drool and tears.
“Merls?” he asked, waiting patiently for Merlin’s eyes to focus on him. “Do you want me to paint your pretty face with my cum?”
Merlin moaned somewhere deep in his chest and nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please,” he croaked, voice hoarse from his throat getting fucked.
Arthur buried himself deep into Merlin’s hole and stilled. Gwaine watched Arthur fuck Merlin through his orgasm, moaning and groaning until he was done and withdraw carefully. Merlin whimpered as he was left empty on one end. Gwaine soothed him with a kiss on his forehead.
Arthur helped Merlin into a kneeling position on the bed. He kissed Merlin’s neck and stroked Merlin’s cock in a slow rhythm. Merlin looked at Gwaine expectantly. Gwaine was close. A few pumps of his fist around his shaft would be enough to get him over the edge. But he wanted to savour the sight Arthur and Merlin were offering him a few seconds longer.
“Gwaine,” Merlin said almost plaintively.
That was what finally spurred him into action. It took almost no time for Gwaine to finish. Merlin had his mouth open and his tongue sticking out, waiting to receive some of Gwaine’s cum. He looked absolutely debauched like that. Gwaine was a weak man, he had no chance to resist such a sight. His cum painted Merlin’s face, landing mostly on his cheeks, his nose, his chin and on his waiting mouth. But some of it reached Merlin’s forehead, dirtying his hair. Merlin licked his lips, smiling. He gathered some of Gwaine’s cum with his finger and brought it to his mouth, humming as he sucked on it. Gwaine moaned, his spent cock twitching at Merlin’s wantonness.
“I was right, that was very hot,” Arthur commented once he had recovered from his daze.
Arthur took Merlin’s chin in his hand and turned his face so he could kiss Merlin properly, tasting Gwaine’s cum on Merlin’s tongue.
“The two of you will be the death of me,” Gwaine whined.
Gwaine pushed Arthur away so he could claim Merlin’s mouth. He then started kissing Merlin’s cum-covered face and licking it clean. Arthur apparently thought this was a brilliant idea, because he imitated Gwaine. Merlin pushed them both away.
“That’s so gross,” he said with a grimace.
“You’re right. Maybe Gwaine should clean your face while I clean your arse,” Arthur said, grinning innocently.
Merlin groaned as if he regretted ever falling in love with two idiots. “I need a bath.”
“You can prepare it while we clean the cum off you,” Gwaine replied with a devious smile.
He looked at Arthur, chuckling as the King made hand signs behind Merlin’s back as if they were planning an attack on bandits. Merlin pretended he didn’t know what was going on. They were both lucky their lover had the patience of a saint. Merlin ended up on his back with Gwaine pinning his wrists to the mattress and his legs securely in Arthur’s hold. He protested at first when Arthur’s tongue teased his rim, but ended up relaxing and sighing happily, letting his lover lick him clean.
“You better not kiss me before you wash your mouth after that,” Merlin threatened with a pout.
“That’s okay, I’ll kiss Gwaine instead,” Arthur replied before kissing Merlin’s abused rim.