"I swear, if you could you'd get someone else to jerk you off as well!"
The moment the words are out of his mouth, Merlin bites his lip, wishing he could take them back. He's never been very good at this submissive servant thing - after many slip-ups, some unintentional, some not, Arthur has even given up on trying to make Merlin address him as 'his majesty' - but there's a difference between getting Arthur's title wrong and treating him like Merlin would treat one of his mates back in Ealdor. Salacious comments like this are probably the kind of thing that gets clueless young sorcerers beheaded just as much as performing a spell in the courtyard in broad daylight would. His only excuse is that Arthur has been a right pest since he came back from that hunt, and Merlin's fed up with being sent for only so he can put out the candle that his majesty Crown Prince of Camelot Arthur Pendragon is too lazy to get up for and put out himself.
Arthur, however, who's reclining in his bed in a way so pompous and irritating that it has to be
( ... )
"Arthur," he starts, then has to stop talking when Arthur, his eyes deliberately fixed on Merlin, slides a hand over his hipbone and crotch to gently stroke down the inside of his thigh. Merlin can see the fine, blond hair and the way Arthur's thigh muscles twitch under his own, long fingers
( ... )
Arthur makes a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan, and boy, his Royal Highness is really enjoying this. Merlin's smile broadens into a grin as he begins to move his hand, slowly at first but speeding up quickly, his fingers tightening and loosening rhythmically, every stroke eliciting a shiver and another one of those wet, low sounds from Arthur. They really should have done this ages ago. Merlin can feel Arthur's hips twitching upwards in small, unconscious thrusts, and he notices his fingers curling and fisting the bedding
( ... )
The moment the words are out of his mouth, Merlin bites his lip, wishing he could take them back. He's never been very good at this submissive servant thing - after many slip-ups, some unintentional, some not, Arthur has even given up on trying to make Merlin address him as 'his majesty' - but there's a difference between getting Arthur's title wrong and treating him like Merlin would treat one of his mates back in Ealdor. Salacious comments like this are probably the kind of thing that gets clueless young sorcerers beheaded just as much as performing a spell in the courtyard in broad daylight would. His only excuse is that Arthur has been a right pest since he came back from that hunt, and Merlin's fed up with being sent for only so he can put out the candle that his majesty Crown Prince of Camelot Arthur Pendragon is too lazy to get up for and put out himself.
Arthur, however, who's reclining in his bed in a way so pompous and irritating that it has to be ( ... )
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lots of anon huggles for you!
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Yeah, that's all I've been reduced to. <3
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