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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Merlin_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Merlin/Arthur_Pendragon_(Merlin)
  Character:
      Merlin_(Merlin), Arthur_Pendragon_(Merlin)
  Additional Tags:
      Pedophilia, Somnophilia, Daddy_Issues, non-con
  Series:
      Part 4 of Summer_Pornathon_'13
  Collections:
      Summer_Pornathon_2013
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-19 Words: 729
****** summer pornathon 4 ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Merlin likes pretty boys. (somnophilia; non-con; pedophilia; daddy
     issues)
Notes
     IDK OK. Last of the series. Didn't make it past 4. Cheeee-
     eeeeeeeeeers.
Merlin likes pretty boys.
Merlin likes pretty boys with blue eyes and blond hair.
Merlin likes pretty boys with blue eyes and blond hair—likes them in his bed,
sleeping.
Merlin likes pretty boys with blue eyes and blond hair—likes them sleeping in
his bed, sleeping and drugged from the pills in their guts he slips them during
dinner.
Merlin likes pretty boys with blue eyes and blond hair—likes them sleeping in
his bed, sleeping and drugged from the pills in their guts he slips them during
dinner so he can tie them to his bed.
Merlin likes pretty boys with blue eyes and blond hair—likes them sleeping in
his bed, sleeping and drugged from the pills in their guts he slips them during
dinner so he can tie them to his bed while they’re drooling and unconscious.
Merlin likes pretty boys with blue eyes and blond hair—likes them sleeping in
his bed, sleeping and drugged from the pills in their guts he slips them during
dinner so he can tie them to his bed while they’re drooling and unconscious and
their arseholes are so trusting and loose for him to stick his dick inside.
Merlin likes pretty boys with blue eyes and blond hair—likes them sleeping in
his bed, sleeping and drugged from the pills in their guts he slips them during
dinner so he can tie them to his bed while they’re drooling and unconscious and
their arseholes are so trusting and loose for him to stick his dick inside
because it makes him come so hard.
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Merlin likes Arthur.
He’s Arthur’s nanny—Arthur’s nanny, Arthur, who’s fifteen years old and
especially pretty when he frowns after his daddy’s leaving for the weekend,
again. Merlin leaves lollipops on the kitchen counter of his flat, knowing
Arthur’ll sneak one between his red puffy lips and suck it empty like he’s
going to suck Merlin empty, later, when he won’t know. It makes Merlin’s
trousers go tight as he cooks dinner for Arthur, who’s sitting at the dinner
table with a cute glower on his handsome face. The pills are pretty like
Arthur’s pretty—when he swallows them, unconsciously, like he’s going to
swallow Merlin later, unconsciously. They make him drowsy, make him slur his
words, make him fall asleep on Merlin’s couch while they’re watching footie.
Merlin shifts Arthur’s face into his lap and strokes the fair wispy hair,
smiles indulgently as Arthur pushes his nose into his crotch, because when
Arthur’s sleeping he’s dreaming of daddy; daddy, who’s never there.
“Daddy,” he’s mumbling, his voice so young, so vulnerable still it makes
Merlin’s chest ache. So Merlin scoops him up and drags him over to his bed.
Lays him down on it and spreads his arms like an angel’s wings; takes off his
trousers and underwear and pushes his legs apart to lick at his plump butt, the
way his daddy never does. Merlin does, and Arthur loves Merlin’s goodnight
kisses: he’s making little snuffling noses when Merlin kisses the soft,
innocent skin of his cheeks, slurs “daddy, daddy,” while Merlin’s lapping his
tender hole open, the dusk giving way to rose, rose giving way to pink and hot
and tight around Merlin’s tongue.
“Don’t go, daddy,” Arthur’s whimpering into Merlin’s pillow, crying the sort of
fat, childish tears he won’t cry when he’s awake. Merlin’s chest tightens and
he zips open his flies and slicks his dick with spit and goes to still Arthur’s
need; he feeds his love into Arthur, slow, slow and lasting with every bit of
his dick, because it needs to be enough to make Arthur go the entire week
without him until next weekend, when he can have him again his bed.
Arthur’s sweet around him, holding him the way Merlin knows Arthur wishes his
daddy would’ve done, and Merlin does instead, pumps Arthur full with himself
while Arthur’s whispering “daddy, daddy,” still, and Merlin replies with a
kiss, the goodbye kiss daddy’s never given Arthur—pries Arthur’s full, soft
lips apart to push his tongue inside and lick at Arthur’s tongue, wet and thick
and unmoving inside.
“Daddy’s here,” Merlin’s saying back, “daddy’s here,” stupidly, like he’s
stupid for Arthur, stupid for his innocent, untouched skin while he’s moving
his hips in eager, wonderful little jerks, spilling himself inside to the sound
of Arthur’s sobbing.
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