For more mature audiences

"We are not asking the Dragon for directions!"

Merlin's eyes were drooping, he was limping from a nasty fall he had, and there were sorcerers In this land... Let's just say most of them were not big pendragon fans. "Why not it'll get us there faster!" Merlin had argued.

"This is the Dragon that attacked Camelot multiple times, yes?" Pride was all that could be heard in his voice. He had nearly died multiple times today, and he hadn't noticed half of them until Merlin stepped in to save him.

Two more hours of hopeless walking and arguing, until Merlin sat down. He started refusing to move.

"I'm not moving till you let me call the Dragon."

Arthur had picked Merlin up and slung him over his shoulder and kept walking. Too tired to fight this Merlin had just hung off of Arthur's shoulder for another hour. Although he did notice they entered a forest. He'd started eating cherries at some point and spit the pits out behind him, until Arthur noticed and took away the cherries.

"Can I call the Dragon now?"

"No." Arthur immediately turned down the idea again.

Soon Merlin had fallen asleep on Arthur's shoulder. Not much later Arthur realized he'd been going in circles. The trees had all looked the same, but the trail of cherry pits Merlin had made earlier had made it quite clear. So he put Merlin down and decided he would make a fire.

When Merlin had awoken, the the sun was rising. I slept that long? He wondered. He looked around and found a sleeping Arthur and logs in his arms. Arthur was hugging the logs. Then Arthur did something Merlin would not have expected. He started kissing the logs in his arms.

Merlin was extremely curious what he was dreaming about. While knowing it was rude to look into peoples dreams, he was also curious if the spell he had read the other day worked...

The spell had been fairly simple. Remembering three aspects he had read about the spell that really didn't seem important, but he'd remembered anyway: if you were not in the dream, then you would be able to watch it without being seen, like you're invisible. The second was that if you were in the dream already, then you would just go straight into the spot where they had dreamt you. To get out, you'd either wake when they do, or you had to say the words 'dreamy star stopper.'

So he cast the spell. It felt like nothing happened for a bit. He slowly felt a tug in his head that slowly made him sleepy, until the spell fully hit him. Feeling himself falling was horrifying at first, but then he started falling faster, which made him panic more. Suddenly it stopped. A floating sensation was left in place of the falling. Was that it? Was Arthur dreaming of falling? It turned out that the spell wasn't quite finished yet though.

Suddenly he was thrust into a new place. Arthur's chambers. Merlin found himself pinned to the wall by Arthur... Who was kissing him! He tried to push Arthur off, but Arthur held his hands tightly over his head.

Those lips trailed down to Merlin's neck, and explored the sensitive area. Merlin was in too much shock to protest. Wasn't this a dream? Why did this feel so real? Meanwhile, Arthur had found a particularly sensitive spot that made Merlin gasp. Arthur hummed into that spot, before continuing to lick, and nibble at it. Apparently Arthur had let go of his arms because now they were moving sensually between Merlin's stomach and thighs.

"Arthur," Merlin just managed to whisper between breaths.

It seemed Arthur took that as encouragement because he began to lick, and suck down lower. That was when Merlin realized he wasn't wearing a shirt. Feeling Arthur's hands on his bare legs, Merlin discovered he was only in his underwear.

A shock of pleasure ran through Merlin as Arthur had found Merlin's nipple with his mouth, and a hand had moved slightly into his underwear.

"You want this Merlin?" There was a hot breath on his nipple, "You want me to get you off?"

Merlin was too far gone. "Yes, please Arthur!"

Before Merlin knew it, he was on Arthur's bed. His underwear had been torn off. Arthur was crouching near his thighs. Merlin looked down, and found Arthur already looking him in the eye. Those blue eyes were dilated, and Arthur was shirtless.

Still looking Merlin in the eye, he licked the head of Merlin's cock. Torn between throwing his head back in pleasure, and keeping eye contact with Arthur, Merlin could barely think. Then Arthur did it again, but he started a little lower. Now Merlin's hips were bucking without his permission. Arthur simply smirked before holding them down, and taking Merlin's cock into his mouth.

Merlin had lost it. He was moaning, gasping, and clawing at the sheets as that mouth worked miracles. In no time Merlin had come.

"Always knew you liked me," Arthur muttered.

As Merlin was slowly more able to think clearly, he realized he was in Arthur's dream, and that this wasn't real.

"Dreamy star stopper."

Back in his actual body, Merlin immediately turned to look at Arthur, who was waking up.

Arthur looked rather confused. "Merlin, does dreamy star stopper mean anything to you?"

"I'm calling the Dragon for instructions," Merlin hastily told Arthur. As he scrambled to stand and walked away from Arthur.

What just happened??? He asked himself.

You're an idiot, you know what happened. A voice inside his head called.

That voice spoke up again, and don't you dare deny it, but you liked it. You liked it a lot.

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