Drabble: Victory (Merlin/Arthur, "Victory")
AN: for astolat.
Victory
The room's silence is thickly apparent after the roar of the crowd--the weight of so many gazes from the stands--when he kisses Arthur, sweaty and bloodied, a long day's brutal combat. Later there'll be noisy hours of feasting, Uther's pleased glances, groups of knights and courtiers knotted around Arthur like closed fists.
But here he carefully strips off Arthur's armor, knowing each strap and latch, and presses him down on the bed, distracting Arthur with his mouth, his tongue and hands, working past the tight awful tension Arthur will never admit to until he can finally sink in.
Victory
The room's silence is thickly apparent after the roar of the crowd--the weight of so many gazes from the stands--when he kisses Arthur, sweaty and bloodied, a long day's brutal combat. Later there'll be noisy hours of feasting, Uther's pleased glances, groups of knights and courtiers knotted around Arthur like closed fists.
But here he carefully strips off Arthur's armor, knowing each strap and latch, and presses him down on the bed, distracting Arthur with his mouth, his tongue and hands, working past the tight awful tension Arthur will never admit to until he can finally sink in.