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Merlin dribbles a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. He reaches back and brushes against his hole. One finger slides in easily, and he runs it across his rim before sliding in the second finger. The stretch is a delightful burn; he drops his head against the counter, breathing heavily.
Two isn’t enough.
Instead of adding a third finger, he removes both digits and reaches for the crimson silicone anal plug laying innocently on the counter near his head. It’s a lot wider than two fingers.
Perfect.
He makes sure the object is covered in lube before he reaches back down and lines it up with his hole. His breath catches in his throat as he pushes the plug in and it breaches the first ring of muscle. It’s too much and not enough.
Merlin quickly covers it with more lube before trying again. He consciously relaxes his legs and ass, then starts to press the toy into his hole. It slides in easily, drawing a choked moan from Merlin. His fingers fall away, as he adjusts to the intrusion.
It’s… weird. But in a good way.
He can’t resist the temptation to play with himself a little more, hand going back to the plug and sliding it in and out of his hole like a dildo. Eagerness turns to frustration when the plug is too short to reach his prostate.
Maybe that’s for the best.
His cock hangs in the air, angrily red from the lack of attention.
Merlin washes his hands, then pulls up his jeans, whimpering at the enticing brush of fabric against his cock.
No, he has to follow the plan.
Even if it feels like he might die at the moment, the culmination will be worth the wait.
The bass, drums, and guitar fade out.
Arthur takes a deep breath. “Cry…” His voice lingers in the air as he draws out the word until his lungs start to burn. He looks out into the audience and locks eyes with a pair of vividly blue eyes. The lust they contain shoots straight to Arthur’s cock.
Fuck, but he knows what he’s doing after the show.
His bandmates strike the opening to the next song. He winks at the stranger, a promise, delighting in the resulting blush. Just three more songs and then he can have some fun.
The songs pass in a euphoric haze between his lust and the deafening cheers from the crowd. He’s on top of the world.
Arthur only gets higher when he leaps off stage to grab the groupie and drag him off backstage. They barely stumble into a closet before the stranger’s hands and mouth are all over him. He kisses back hungrily, struggling to retain enough brain power to lock the door, before letting his hands roam all over the stranger’s body.
“Please, Arthur,” the groupie begs. “Touch me.”
“Do this often?” he asks, even as his fingers go to their jeans and peel them down. Their cock springs free and Arthur swallows roughly. No trousers.
“Never,” they gasp. Arthur licks a stripe up their leaking cock, reveling in the whimper his actions produce. He grabs their hips and spins them around.
The rockstar nearly cums on the spot, when he looks down and sees a bright red jewel in their hole.
“Fuck,” he gasps. “Do you have a name, gorgeous?”
“Merlin!” they reply instantly.
“Well, Merlin,” Arthur purrs. He wraps his fingers around the edge of the anal plug and twists it mercilessly. “It seems you’re well-prepared. Do you even want my cock, or should I just play with this anal plug until you cum untouched?”
“Put your cock in me, now, Arthur,” Merlin demands, twisting to shoot him a glare. Arthur smirks. His hands briefly drop from Merlin’s hips to free his own cock from his pants. He pulls the anal plug from Merlin’s hole, enjoying the muffled moan from the groupie.
The tip of his cock lines up with Merlin’s entrance. Merlin suddenly moves. His cock sinks into Merlin in one smooth motion. He gasps a strangled moan as Merlin starts fucking himself desperately on Arthur’s cock.
“Been thinking about this all day,” Merlin grunts. “Wanted to feel your cock in me all day.”
Arthur wipes away the drool starting to trickle out the side of his mouth—fuck, but this groupie is hot as hell. His hands return to Merlin’s hips, guiding his motions until Merlin lets out a particularly articulated gasp as Arthur’s cock brushes against a hard bead. Found the spot.
He lets Merlin continue to fuck himself on his cock for a few more seconds. Then his desire grows overwhelming, impulse control thread bare. Arthur takes control and starts to thrust into Merlin. Merlin falls against the wall, hands barely coming up in time to prevent him from a painful collision.
His thrusts quickly devolve from precise to erratic, too riled up to draw this out. An impending orgasm prickles through his stomach heading for his cock. Arthur reaches around to stroke Merlin’s cock—it wouldn’t be fun if he were the only one getting something out of it. Merlin tips over the edge, clenching around Arthur, who fucks him through his orgasm. With one last, sharp thrust, waves of pleasure course over him.
Their harsh breathing fills the air for a moment before Arthur slips out of Merlin and tucks himself back into his jeans.
“Thanks,” he says, only a little awkwardly. Arthur doesn’t give Merlin a chance to respond before unlocking the door and hurrying away.
As soon as Merlin gets home, he showers. He dozes off twice before he’s finally clean and then he stumbles through drying himself before he collapses onto the bed. Merlin falls asleep instantly.
Sometime later he wakes up to the bed shifting and a kiss pressed against his forehead.
“Welcome home,” he mumbles.
“Have a good night?” his husband asks as he pulls Merlin against him and covers them both with the blanket.
Merlin snuggles in closer and throws his arms around Arthur’s waist. “Was alrigh’.”
“Alright?” Arthur demands. “Just alright?” Merlin opens his mouth, and all that comes out is a snore. Arthur rolls his eyes, but his exasperation is betrayed by the smile quirking up his lips. He mutters under his breath as he closes his eyes.
Arthur tangles their legs together.
It only takes him an instant to drift off to sleep