"No, look, Arthur, can I just leave these with Gaius - wherever we're going, and however urgently, I'm still going to spill this water over something, and I don't want to deal with the consequences of it being you."
Merlin's logic is, for once, apparently flawless, and so Arthur lets him drop the pail and the bag inside the door of Gaius's room before taking him into the castle, up a sweeping flight of steps, across flagged stone floors and through echoing corridors.
"I don't think I've been this way before," says Merlin. "Where are we going?"
"Somewhere quiet," says Arthur.
They've left the sounds of the courtyard far behind them now, and there are no footsteps of busy servants to be heard in the corridors around them; only their own, slowing eventually to a standstill by a small alcove in the wall.
Arthur says, "This'll do," and shoves Merlin rather unexpectedly into it.
A suit of armour may once have stood here before, on display, when this part of the castle had been in more frequent use; now there are only stones worn smooth by time, and Merlin, struggling to steady himself. "What's going on?" he asks, in a distinctly un-armourlike way.
"You're mine," says Arthur, and kisses him hard, pinning his arms back against the wall in the process.
When he stops, eventually, all Merlin can say is, "Didn't quite expect that," a little breathlessly.
Arthur's not sure he quite expected it either, but his actions seem to have moved beyond his control. "Stay there," he says, and kisses him again; this time one of his hands runs down Merlin's body until it finds his groin, and presses against it, feeling him harden already at the contract. "Aren't you easy," murmurs Arthur, to nobody in particular.
It is a small step from there to carefully undoing Merlin's breeches, rubbing a little as he does so; to palming Merlin's cock, letting it twitch and fill his hand; to dropping to his knees, and letting it fill his mouth instead.
The whole thing is messy and inexpert, Merlin too aroused too quickly by the shock of his dick finding itself warm and wet, Arthur not experienced enough to have thought much further than this stage, and making do with moving back and forth a little, his mouth sloppy and confused. Not that Merlin seems to care about the intricacies of the operation: already he's thrusting forward slightly into Arthur's mouth, Arthur having to move backwards a little to cope, and taking the base of Merlin's cock in his hand while his lips stay on the head.
He doesn't have to put in much more work before he feels Merlin begin to jerk faster, his muscles tensing all over; and with a small strangled noise, he comes, and Arthur swallows more out of surprise than anything else.
"Arthur," says Merlin, a little shakily, when they are face to face again, Arthur back on his feet. He looks as though he might have planned to follow this with something else, but either he's forgotten what it was, or thought better of it.
"Just - " says Arthur, and is surprised to hear the waver in his own voice. "Just - you answer to me, understood?"
There is nothing for Merlin to do but nod his head.
"For god's sake, Merlin, just shut up."
"No, look, Arthur, can I just leave these with Gaius - wherever we're going, and however urgently, I'm still going to spill this water over something, and I don't want to deal with the consequences of it being you."
Merlin's logic is, for once, apparently flawless, and so Arthur lets him drop the pail and the bag inside the door of Gaius's room before taking him into the castle, up a sweeping flight of steps, across flagged stone floors and through echoing corridors.
"I don't think I've been this way before," says Merlin. "Where are we going?"
"Somewhere quiet," says Arthur.
They've left the sounds of the courtyard far behind them now, and there are no footsteps of busy servants to be heard in the corridors around them; only their own, slowing eventually to a standstill by a small alcove in the wall.
Arthur says, "This'll do," and shoves Merlin rather unexpectedly into it.
A suit of armour may once have stood here before, on display, when this part of the castle had been in more frequent use; now there are only stones worn smooth by time, and Merlin, struggling to steady himself. "What's going on?" he asks, in a distinctly un-armourlike way.
"You're mine," says Arthur, and kisses him hard, pinning his arms back against the wall in the process.
When he stops, eventually, all Merlin can say is, "Didn't quite expect that," a little breathlessly.
Arthur's not sure he quite expected it either, but his actions seem to have moved beyond his control. "Stay there," he says, and kisses him again; this time one of his hands runs down Merlin's body until it finds his groin, and presses against it, feeling him harden already at the contract. "Aren't you easy," murmurs Arthur, to nobody in particular.
It is a small step from there to carefully undoing Merlin's breeches, rubbing a little as he does so; to palming Merlin's cock, letting it twitch and fill his hand; to dropping to his knees, and letting it fill his mouth instead.
The whole thing is messy and inexpert, Merlin too aroused too quickly by the shock of his dick finding itself warm and wet, Arthur not experienced enough to have thought much further than this stage, and making do with moving back and forth a little, his mouth sloppy and confused. Not that Merlin seems to care about the intricacies of the operation: already he's thrusting forward slightly into Arthur's mouth, Arthur having to move backwards a little to cope, and taking the base of Merlin's cock in his hand while his lips stay on the head.
He doesn't have to put in much more work before he feels Merlin begin to jerk faster, his muscles tensing all over; and with a small strangled noise, he comes, and Arthur swallows more out of surprise than anything else.
"Arthur," says Merlin, a little shakily, when they are face to face again, Arthur back on his feet. He looks as though he might have planned to follow this with something else, but either he's forgotten what it was, or thought better of it.
"Just - " says Arthur, and is surprised to hear the waver in his own voice. "Just - you answer to me, understood?"
There is nothing for Merlin to do but nod his head.
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hello! Possessive, jealous Arthur FTW!
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