Arthur's Chambers, Citadel, Camelot, Saturday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

The morning had been spent in training, as it always was: it had been a mild day for Arthur, which meant most of the knights had come out of the ordeal relatively unscathed. After that, pouring over the fine print of some old treaty Uther was considering expanding on, and then making certain their grain reserves were still full enough, and then...

Honestly, it was like Francine and Katchoo had never even been here, let alone Katrina.

Arthur had sent Merlin out to get some boots mended. It wouldn't be long now before the boy returned-- in a fit of sentimentality, Arthur had ordered another servant to bring an especially large lunch upstairs with surplus honeycakes. Watching Merlin tear into some food would be a charming enough respite from all the bloody scrolls he was forced to go through right now...

God, but did Arthur hate paperwork.

[[ for that guy! ETA: slightly NWS ]]

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[bitchprince]

"I have no doubt you'll keep trying," Arthur replied, bumping his forehead into Merlin's, gently. "But let's not risk injury now, eh?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"You're exaggerating." No, he wasn't. "Is the door locked?"

[bitchprince]

"Not yet," said Arthur, rubbing his fingers idly along Merlin's breeches. "And I never exaggerate."

Yes, yes you do. Just not in this case.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Should we lock it?" Merlin thought he was being coy there.

[bitchprince]

"Yes," said Arthur, more than used to Merlin's variety of coy by now. "Yes, I believe we should."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin beamed at him, waving a hand vaguely in the direction of the door to throw the lock into place. "Since we're talking about that one movie..."

NO, MERLIN.

[bitchprince]

"...I hope this is going somewhere anatomically feasible."

It was worth hoping, at least?

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...it's feasible." Maybe?

[bitchprince]

"Merlin," Arthur said, eying him-- while moving his hands over to deftly undo the binds on Merlin's breeches.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I think? I haven't tried it yet, so I can't give a definite answer."

[bitchprince]

"I'm just going to take that as a no," Arthur said, glancing back up at his face, "But do indulge me."

While he pushed his now-free hands up under Merlin's shirt.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Because he was better at this whole talking and undressing thing. Merlin, on the other hand, was busy making a gaspy little noise and running his fingers through Arthur's hair. "When don't I?"

[bitchprince]

"Frequently," Arthur deadpanned. So he was a little grateful for the distraction from the worried depths his mind had started to plunge towards.

He slid his hands up until he could feel Merlin's nipples, thumbing them gently. "So tell me."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Distraction? Arthur was the one being distracted? Really?

"Uh--what was the question?" Damn it, Arthur!

[bitchprince]

"What do you want to do?"

Not that Arthur was giving him much in ways of wiggle room to think about it, rubbing gently as he was. He leaned over and kissed Merlin's collarbone for being in his line of sight.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"You're doing that on purpose!" Really, Merlin? Just figured that one out?

[bitchprince]

"Am I?" Arthur said, innocently.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin was totally glaring, you know. Even if Arthur couldn't see it. "Yes, you are."

[bitchprince]

"I think that's a bit unkind," Arthur informed him, a little subdued for his standards, but hopefully he obscured that a bit by pulling Merlin's shift up over his head.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin would have flopped backwards on the table, but that would end with pickled egg smeared into his hair. And no one wanted that.

"Fine, fine. What did you want to do then?"

[bitchprince]

"Now, I thought you had ideas," Arthur said, innocently (again) and cast the shift aside so he could lean in and kiss Merlin's nipple, instead.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"You seem to as well," Merlin replied, running his hands through Arthur's hair.

[bitchprince]

"Well, you are leaving me with a lack of instruction," he noted. "A situation I've rarely not seen you take advantage of."

And then there was no more talking, because he was gently sucking, instead.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Oh." That was simply cruel. Merlin inhaled sharply, nodding along to something he wasn't too sure about. "I think this is working well."

[bitchprince]

Good.

He licked a trail from one to the other, slowly, kissing Merlin's breastbone on the way. With his hands, he pushed down on Merlin's breeches, trying to get at more skin.

Which he succeeded in, in the end, as well as getting Merlin's hair covered in egg, but at least by the end of the afternoon they could say they'd, er, gone through all the food.