The Problem with Decorating

Advent No.7

Prompt: ArthurxMerlin
Requested by: RoseWalker
Warning: Man on man bdsm, or at least the seeds of it within.
Notes: Written way back in December 09, and only just getting around to posting it here.
Disclaimer: Not mine! Just playing with them. I make no money from this and mean only to help spread christmassy joy. Don't sue, or Santa will leave you coal!

Merlin was just reaching up to fix the last garland to one of the posts on Arthur's four poster bed when he was tackled from behind. Whoever is was didn't move away once they'd landed heavily on the bed, shaking loose some of the decorations in the process. Instead the strangely familiar weight just shifted to straddle his hips and bent down to bite, nip and nibble its way down the nape of his neck. Well, could only be one person then.

"Arthur! Get off me you heavy git!" Pity he could make his voice any more than a whine with Arthur's mouth doing indecent things to his neck and ear. One particular manoeuvre involving a nibble, suck and that twisty thing the prince could do with his tongue left him gasping for breath. Damnit! Why did Arthur know all his sensitive spots? It just wasn't fair.

"Arthur... geroff!"

"You don't want me to though, do you?" That deep voice purred knowingly in his ear at the same moment both of his wrists were captured and pulled over his head.

"Yes. I do want you too. I have to finish this decorating. Gai-Ai ai ai!" The hand that had just grabbed him firmly by the balls let go and he didn't need to be able to see it to feel the smirk. "You're a bastard, you know that?"

"You love it, Merlin." Arthur was laughing, the git, even when he manhandled Merlin onto his back and used his own belt to tie the servant's hands together, and then the other's belt to tie them to the headboard. No running away now. "There. Now I can finally unwrap my Christmas gift with you trying to run away!"

"I wasn't running away! I was just getting my work done so – Mmph!"

He'd give Arthur this, he knew the best ways of shutting him up and the fierce, possessive kiss he was currently the recipient of was his favourites'. It had only been a few minutes since he'd been tackled to the bed by an insane royal by between all the teasing and being tied up - and how good the leather felt around his wrists with Arthur on top of him was something he would worry about much later, - he was already achingly, embarrassingly hard. The blonde's exploring hand discovered this and his smirk widened. Maddeningly slow he rubbed Merlin, causing the younger man to buck his hips up, needing more.

"You don't really want me to stop. Do you, Merlin?"

"Screw you! No!"

"Very good, Merlin." Arthur laughed at the glare the helpless wizard sent his way and gave his eager handful a hello squeeze, making his lover arch and moan again. "Be a good boy and let me unwrap my gifts."