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Merlin sighed as he fingered the card in his hand.
Well, this was the place.
He'd never done anything like this before. But then again, he'd never needed it. He wasn't particularly sporty or athletic and he had no desire to be. But when he'd tweaked his back a few months ago and then dislocated his shoulder last month, it became clear he was becoming a walking liability.
It was Lancelot who had come to his rescue. He was a semi-professional football player and he had recommended a sports masseuse that he often used when he picked up injuries.
A place that gave proper massages. Not some seedy place where the clientele were sad pervy men hoping to get a woman to touch them, nor a pinkified or minimalist place that was obviously aimed exclusively at women given their policy of no alphas. Most alphas were men.
He didn't know why he was so nervous. It was just a massage and if this Arthur guy was as good as Lancelot said he was, he should be feeling much better afterwards. No need to feel so worried about it.
He entered the unassuming building and went up to the reception desk.
The place was clean and tidy without any superfluous thrills. There were a few pictures of sports people on the wall, which made sense as they specialised in sports massages.
But Merlin had booked for a regular massage, figuring he probably wouldn't need anything special. He just needed a bit of help to relax and work out any knots. He’d come back for a more specialised massage if it was recommended.
He waited for a few moments. There didn't seem to be anyone around.
But he supposed it was on the later side. Lancelot had asked Arthur to fit him in after work. So he was probably the last appointment of the day.
Merlin jumped a little when a tall, blond man appeared through a doorway.
“Sorry,” he apologised. “I didn't hear the door go.”
“I'm here for a massage. For—for— I have an appointment for five-thirty?”
“Of course,” said the man.
He went to the computer and typed something into it.
Merlin took the moment to look at him. He was gorgeous. Tall, muscly, blond with blue eyes. He was ticking all of Merlin's boxes when it came to his ideal man.
“Merlin, right?” the man asked, flicking his eyes up to look at him before returning to the screen.
Merlin brought his thoughts under control.
“Yeah, that's me.”
“Great. I'm Arthur,” he said, holding out his hand. Merlin shook it. Arthur had a strong, determined grip which made sense seeing his profession. “I see you've booked the full body massage? Follow me.”
He took Merlin down a corridor and stood outside the door.
“If you pop in there and undress and get comfortable. I'll be back in a few minutes,” he said, opening the door.
“Get nake—?”
But Arthur had already gone.
Merlin shook his head. Why hadn't Lancelot warned him how hot Arthur was? And why hadn't he told him he'd need to get naked?
Merlin was tempted to text him and chew him out. But it's likely that Lancelot was completely oblivious. Arthur was just a bloke to him and getting undressed was probably normal for a massage. It made sense.
He was just painfully aware that he was pale and scrawny. He could never put on much weight. He'd never look like someone like Arthur.
He looked around the room, closing the door behind him. There was a bench in the middle of the room and a small sofa up against the wall, and a cabinet with lots of jars and things on top of it.
Calm music was playing quietly and the room was dimly lit.
Merlin took a few deep breaths and then he got out of his clothes, wondering what he was supposed to do first.
Lay down on the bench? That's what they did on TV. They would just lay there and put their faces through the hole at the top.
Merlin went and assumed the position.
And then he waited. And waited.
The anticipation was killing him; part nerves, part excitement.
Then the door clicked open.
“Right well, I'll just get—” came Arthur's voice. He cleared his throat and then said faintly, "I'll just get started.”
There was a clinking sound of glass nearby, and a musty smell started to fill the room. Merlin felt warm, slick hands land on his back.
“Lancelot…” Arthur cleared his throat again. “Lancelot mentioned that you've been having issues with your back and shoulder? Is there anywhere… anywhere else you've been having pain? Legs, feet?”
“Um, no,” said Merlin, staring down at the floor as Arhur started to push in smooth motions up his back. “Just… just the right shoulder and my back.”
“Okay,” said Arthur.
He smoothed his hands down Merlin's back to the small of it and it was like the motion had a direct connection to his cock.
“Let me know if I go too hard. We can stop any time,” Arthur continued.
Merlin wished he wasn't getting so hard.
“Mmhmm,” Merlin replied, not trusting himself to open his mouth lest a moan come out.
Arthur used his thumbs to smooth across Merlin's lower back and when they brushed the top of his buttocks he almost whimpered.
What was happening? Was a massage supposed to feel so sexual?
Arthur continued to massage, pressing with more pressure as he tried to loosen Merlin's tight muscles.
“Relax,” Arthur said, his voice calm and measured.
It tingled down Merlin's spine like the fizz of bubbles. He did his best to comply, taking a couple of deep breaths.
“That's it,” Arthur said gently.
His voice was like honey and Merlin longed to arch up into his touch, like he did when…
Merlin froze and tensed up as he realised.
He hadn't taken his medication this morning.
Fuck.
It wasn't usually that big a deal, only if he was going somewhere busy with lots of people.
The only time he deliberately hadn’t taken them was back when he was younger and he’d gone out to gay clubs to deliberately get the attention of all the gorgeous alphas.
Every movement of Arthur's hands flooded through Merlin, his thoughts began to become foggy, and beneath him his cock started to leak.
Merlin felt his cheeks heat knowing that it was only going to get worse. He should get up and stop the massage, get himself home to nurse himself through this.
It felt as though he was about to get his heat. It had been ages since he'd gone through that. Back when he was a teen and hadn't realised what was happening. He had meds that suppressed that now, and he was glad for it.
Arthur had moved towards his upper back and was starting to work on his shoulder.
He groaned and turned his head to the side as Arthur worked out a knot there.
Merlin swallowed when he realised he was eye level with Arthur's crotch. His thin white scrub trousers did little to hide the outline of his cock that was pressing against them.
It looked like he wasn't entirely unaffected either.
Closing his eyes, Merlin hoped that Arthur would be polite enough not to comment on the effects this was having on him and in return he’d do his best to ignore that his cock was just inches from Merlin’s face.
When Arthur was done with Merlin's shoulders, he lifted Merlin's arm and started massaging all along them. He even massaged Merlin's fingers. His fingers wrapped around Merlin's and as he moved them up and down Merlin realised with alarm he could feel the movement on his cock.
He bit his lip to hold back any sounds and it took all his willpower for him not to start humping the bench.
Arthur moved around and did the same with his other arm.
A tiny whimper from the back of Merlin's throat escaped his lips.
“Sorry, did I hurt you?” Arthur asked.
“No,” Merlin gasped, shaking his head.
“I'm going to move on to your legs,” Arthur said. “If you're at all uncomfortable, just say.”
Merlin listened as Arthur walked down the bench, and when he touched Merlin's left thigh he jumped as though electrocuted.
“Merlin? Are you all right?”
“I'm fine. Fine.”
Keep going please, he begged in his head. Embarrassed, but craving more of Arthur's touch.
Merlin tried to squeeze his arse together as he started to feel a wetness between his buttocks.
Fuck. Fuck.
Arthur touched him again, and Merlin continued to bite back his moans as he started to knead and smooth out Merlin's thigh muscle.
Merlin felt himself growing desperate, longing for Arthur to use his strong supple fingers to fuck his dripping hole.
He felt Arthur's touch falter and the musty smell in the room grew stronger.
Merlin felt a prickle at the back of his neck, he knew his own scent, and this was more than that. It was mixed with something distinctly alpha.
Shit. This had never happened before but he knew what it meant. It meant they were compatible. A signal that if bred, Merlin would be extremely fertile.
He should leave.
Every time he'd read about what happened when omegas found their alpha he had sworn that he would never allow it to happen to himself. Yet here he was, laying there, compliant; his mind and body begging for more.
He wanted Arthur to fuck him so badly, he felt like he was moments away from pushing up from the table and presenting himself.
He shuddered a full-body shudder as Arthur's hand moved up towards his buttocks.
Arthur's hands paused, a fraction away from Merlin's slick.
His hand slowly slid up and cupped Merlin's arse. It sent every nerve of Merlin's alight. Before Arthur pulled away as though he were burned.
Merlin heard him walking away.
“Massage is over,” he said, his voice not quite right. “I— I apologise it wasn't the full hour. I'll process a refund for you. I didn't realise you were a— I thought I'd be able to—”
Arthur stumbled over his words and Merlin felt a surge of annoyance that he was being so fucking noble.
Merlin snapped his eyes open. Arthur was over by the jars of oil. His back hunched and arm moving ever so slightly.
“Arthur…” he breathed.
He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, his cock hard and streaming pre-come onto the table.
He cried out as he felt a sharp pain in his gut.
Fuck. His heat…
He doubled over again as another wave of pain hit him. Merlin reached for his cock and started stroking, bracing himself for the next wave.
Arthur turned and hurried over to him.
“Merlin?” he asked. “Merlin, what's wrong?”
He placed his hand on the small of Merlin's back and relief flooded through him.
“I need— ah, I need— You know what I need!” Merlin cried out.
Arthur was an alpha, his scent was so strong and intoxicating now there could be no mistaking it.
“I don't have any meds!” said Arthur. “I don't tend to treat omegas.”
“I need you to…” Merlin grabbed his hand and placed it between his cheeks where he was dripping.
Arthur's fingers were so tantalisingly close to his hole and the second the tips of them were touching it, Merlin's body pulled them in; all three of them with one clench.
“Oh, fuck…,” Arthur groaned.
“Yes, yes, please,” Merlin begged, his vision going hazy. “I know— I know you feel it. Please, Arthur… Please.”
Merlin reached out and tugged down Arthur's scrubs, exposing his hard cock which was already starting to swell at the base.
He pulled Arthur closer and started mouthing at his cock, as his hole pulled at Arthur's fingers.
Arthur hissed and dug his fingers of his other hand into Merlin's hair, his eyes clenched closed as he grit his teeth.
“Merlin…” he said, warningly. “Please… I'm a professional!”
Merlin wrapped his lips around the head of Arthur's cock and started to lap at the pre-come dripping from his slit. It tasted like pure ecstasy.
Arthur slowly rocked his hips, his breath hitching.
Merlin glanced up at him as he started to suck and bob his head up and down.
Arthur opened his eyes.
As he looked down at Merlin, a strange look came over his face. and he started to thrust, gripping Merlin's hair holding him in place as he started to fuck his mouth. His fingers fucking into Merlin’s hole at the same pace.
Merlin groaned blissfully around Arthur's cock, his whole being soothed by having something to occupy his mouth and hole.
But it wasn't long before Arthur was prying Merlin off of his cock.
Merlin whined at the loss.
Arthur kicked off his shoes and socks whilst he continued fingering Merlin's hole. He crooked his fingers and Merlin cried out, his untouched cock jerking and pulsing, sending a jet of come across the bench.
“That's it,” Arthur said, crooking his fingers again, milking Merlin's prostate. Merlin shuddered and came again.
Kicking off his scrubs, Arthur climbed up onto the bench behind Merlin.
He pulled out his fingers and Merlin sobbed for a moment as he clenched around nothing, until Arthur pushed his cock all the way into his slick hole in one go, punching the breath out of him.
Arthur leaned over him pressing his nose against Merlin's neck. He inhaled deeply and groaned, his cock throbbing inside Merlin.
“Jesus Christ, Merlin. You've been driving me crazy from the moment I walked in the room. Laying there all naked like a slut for me to devour you, which I will by the way, later. You do know you're supposed to cover yourself with a towel, don't you?”
He started to thrust his hips, fucking into Merlin with smooth, efficient strokes.
“And then the way you reacted to my touch, and all those images you put in my head. Your scent… You're such a rotten tease...”
Merlin arched his back and rocked into Arthur's thrusts, he almost purred with contentment.
“I wasn't— I didn't mean to— I forgot my meds,” he panted.
“I think you were meant to,” Arthur said, his voice curling deliciously into Merlin's ear. “You were meant to come to me so that I could take care of you.”
Merlin's heckles rose. He might be an omega, but that didn't mean he was helpless and led by his hormones.
“I can take care of myself, you know!” he snapped. “I don't need you to take care of me.”
“Ooh, you're feisty! I didn't mean you were helpless, Merlin. I'm sure you're perfectly competent. But you still need this.”
He gave a hard thrust, ripping a moan from Merlin's lips.
Arthur continued to thrust, fucking into Merlin faster and faster.
It was obvious he was experienced and a surge of jealousy hit Merlin, thinking of his alpha with another.
He reached down and grasped his cock. Stroking himself as another orgasm hit him and he came with a cry.
“Going to make you come again,” Arthur growled.
And Merlin knew that he would.
He pulled Merlin up into his lap, holding him there as he fucked up into him. Arthur's strong fingers wrapped around Merlin's cock and Merlin felt he might have died and gone to heaven. He was surrounded, engulfed by his alpha. He could feel a more insistent pressure at his hole, stretching him wider—Arthur’s knot.
“Yes, yes,” he cried out.
He wanted Arthur's knot so badly.
Arthur stripped Merlin's cock with a maddening pace and Merlin could feel his orgasm cresting.
Arthur thrust a few more times until he shoved in one last time. Merlin spilled hot and wet over his hand as Arthur cried out.
“Fuck,” he groaned, as he throbbed and throbbed and throbbed, coming deep inside Merlin.
Merlin sobbed as Arthur's knot swelled, binding them both together.
Arthur mouthed at his shoulder, shuddering and still muttering, “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
His cock was still throbbing, filling Merlin full of his seed.
Eventually it stopped and Arthur practically collapsed on top of him, exhausted.
He rolled them carefully onto their sides and fisted Merlin's cock, which was threatening to harden again, lazily as they caught their breath.
He kissed the back of Merlin's neck.
“That was—”
“Yeah,” agreed Merlin.
It was the best fuck of his life.
He'd never been knotted before and so he reached out behind him to feel where his hole was stretched wide, touching Arthur's knot with wonder that plugged it.
Arthur buried his face in Merlin's shoulder.
“You don't know how good that feels,” he murmured. “I've never knotted anyone before.”
Merlin glanced over his shoulder at him.
“You haven't?”
Arthur shook his head.
“I mean, I've had sex… but I never give them my knot. You should consider yourself honoured.”
“Oh yes,” Merlin scoffed, starting to feel far more like himself now that he'd been sated. “What an honour!”
Arthur chuckled.
“How long do you think it'll take to go down?” Merlin asked.
“Not sure. By myself it usually takes about half an hour to go completely. No idea with knotting. We might be here a while.”
“Not that long, I hope,” Merlin said, his stomach beginning to grumble. “I skipped lunch.”
Arthur pressed a kiss to his shoulder
“Don't worry, we'll get something to eat after this.”
“I told you I don't need caring for,” Merlin told him, annoyed that Arthur would continue being such an alpha oaf, whilst also being annoyed that he felt so satisfied.
“Who said I was buying?” said Arthur.
An hour later, Arthur's knot finally slipped free. Arthur swirled a finger through their combined releases, pumping the digit in and out with a wistful sigh.
Merlin grumbled at him, but felt bereft when he pulled away.
He passed Merlin a clean cloth and wiped himself up before they got dressed.
“So what do you fancy then?” Arthur asked as he let them out of the building before locking it again behind them.
Merlin desperately wanted to say ‘you’, but he resisted.
“I think I'm in the mood for Thai,” he said.