Kink Me! #29
Kink Me! #29
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Arhtur has never been the one for rash or bold decisions. For all that he runs a huge company it’s just a branch of his father’s business empire and most things in his life were decided for him - and one can’t really blame Arthur because one certainly doesn’t have a father like Uther Pendragon. Even if it’s been seven years since his father moved permanently to New-York where the company is headquartered, Arthur still feels his shadow looming over him every day. Usually the world spins around smoothly and Arthur is just taken away by the flow of convenient and well-organized events but now it’s not the case.
He can’t see himself living with Merlin for years to come and not having sex. Probably they could find some way to satisfy Arthur - Merlin’s hands and mouth are still in perfect working order after all and there are sex toys - but Arthur knows that Merlin doesn’t really want that anymore and the idea that Merlin will be calmly planning the next chapter of his postgrad work while jerking him off makes him feel miserable and sick. He doesn’t see himself leaving Merlin in this state because he loves Merlin just as much as he loved before and the lack of sex is the only thing that really disturbs him - he doesn’t mind help Merlin to deal with his body needs, cooking, cleaning, shopping, bringing every single useful and entertaining thing to the nightstand so that these things are within an arm’s reach for Merlin. But he can’t stand cold nights and kisses without heat, he really can’t. One isn’t a kinesthetic for nothing and Arthur’s sensory system is crying out loud at night when Merlin is an inch apart from him but could as well be a mile away.
He thought of staying and cheating on Merlin sometimes, going to clubs and pulling one night stands just to get an orgasm and forget about sex as it is till the next night he goes but it sounds way too pervert for him. He knows Merlin would know. Perhaps Merlin would even like to talk about those that Arthur’d fuck not bothering to ask their name to demonstrate that it doesn’t concern him as long as Arthur comes back home to him because that is what Merlin is - kind and understanding and forgiving and so damn sensible for all his idiocy. He can’t see himself coming back late and smelling like sweat and sex and desperation and going to the same bed as Merlin.
Basically, he doesn’t know what to do but the suspicion that he has to make some decision that will almost surely ruin his life one way or the other nags at the back of his mind constantly.
He spends his morning at work with Morgana giving him some papers to sign and leading him to the conference room when needed, and reading some stock market statistics for the previous week but generally just tuning the world out and doodling in his notepad as if he’s taking notes. But all his pen leaves on paper is pretty crude images depicting wheelchairs and tubes of salve.
Just before lunch he sends Morgana to eat earlier than usually and googles HR agencies on his own.
After a few calls he has appointed an interview with nurse Percival who, according to the secretary of the agency, has excellent experience and possesses every appropriate quality that there is from physical strength to modesty and responsibility. He hopes at least a half of it is true because he needs someone good to look after Merlin during the day.
Arthur calls Merlin to tell him that he hires a nurse. Merlin sounds actually relieved and says that he was anxious that Arthur’s company suffered because Arthur paid more attention to Merlin’s needs that to deals and negotiations. He also says thank you shyly and tenderly and Arthur hangs up with a feeling that he can’t properly breathe.
When he can breathe again several tears burn their way down his cheeks. He washes his face with cold water and holds a staff meeting after lunch composed and competent as always.
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