Arthur glanced at the door again. It was still closed. Fifteen minutes was quite a long time.
“Are you okay, Merlin?” he called. “Is your little bottom sore?”
Merlin muttered something unintelligible through the door. Arthur supposed it was probably insulting, but he hadn’t been able to resist. It was the only fun he was likely to get for a while.
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