A/N: I cannot resist rimming. Not that I try.

Done for one of the Merlin kinkmemes on lj. Original prompt: kink: rimming (if I can be specific, I think Merlin should be receiving this), DOM!Arthur other suggestions: In Arthur's chamber and in the middle of the afternoon. :D

Also, I edited my Merlin fic, Pendragon Blitz. You should check it out because it's soo better than the one I originally posted.

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"Fuck--" Merlin's strangled cry was cut short as his face landed on the pillow. Arthur was back two days early.

Merlin felt his trousers being pushed down, then a firm hand slapping his suddenly bare skin. Merlin sucked in a hiss. To his right a breeze rustled the curtains and disturbed the dust motes drifting lazily in the mid-afternoon light cutting across the room. Arthur was everything the afternoon was not. His movements were quick, hot, rough. He slapped Merlin again and crushed him against the pillow even more as he leaned hard against him, forcing him into the middle of the bed.

Merlin mumbled his master's name into the pillow.

"I know. I know." Came the breathless reply.

Arthur pulled off his tunic before pulling Merlin against his stomach, loving the silken flesh, round, inviting. Arthur forced his cock up to share in the heaven of Merlin's ass, pushing, sliding across his entrance. Merlin whimpered and arched into the touch, twisting his head sideways so he could say clearly, to make no mistake, "Now."

Arthur leaned down, across his back, stretching out a hand, offering his middle finger to swollen lips. Merlin licked it up and down before taking it in his mouth, sucking hard. But Arthur was already pulling away. His wet cock left a slippery mess behind as he moved to allow his finger in its space. With a twist, Arthur had it inside Merlin. Merlin, who shuddered helplessly beneath him, Merlin, who kept forgetting to breathe...

And then Arthur lowered his mouth, pulling his finger out just as his tongue entered. With it, Arthur fucked Merlin, drawing guttural moans from his throat. Arthur was licking and sucking and kissing, open-mouthed and filthy. All the while pressing back hard on Merlin's thighs to keep him still. To keep him open.