Author Note: This is my first Merthur fic, and also the most racy thing I've written so far, so I would appreciate your thoughts on this creation of mine. For Isi, with love.
Breakfast, Bed
"Alrighty, shall we have breakfast then?" Arthur rolled out of bed and walked over to Merlin's side.
"Nrghn" groaned Merlin from beneath a huge doona, muffled by his pillow. He knew that this meant he'd have to get out of bed and cook.
"What's that?" called Arthur, "maybe you'll have to get up, I can't hear you!" He dug through the doona pile until he unearthed the wiry limbs of his boyfriend. His stomach rumbled and his playful tone dissolved a little.
"Come on Merlin, up you get!"
Merlin raised his head a little and grumbled, "I am not your servant!"
"Yeah, and I'm not your landlord, I don't see why you insist on paying me rent!" Arthur revived the old argument.
"Come on," Arthur's affectionate tone had returned. He draped Merlin's limbs around his neck, carrying him bridal style to the kitchen, depositing him next to the toaster on the kitchen counter. Merlin smiled sleepily, bemused, and watched as Arthur foraged for two slices of bread and held them out to Merlin.
"Come on then, do your magic!"
Merlin put the bread into the toaster and pointed to a cupboard, proclaiming "Nutella!" and watching Arthur hunt for the jar and a butter knife.
The toast popped up and Arthur stood well back, admiring Merlin's long pale limbs (so white he threatened to blend in with the counter top) as he meticulously spread the chocolaty goodness on the perfectly toasted slices.
"How come it never does that for me?" Arthur asked. As always, Merlin knew instinctively what Arthur was referring to and chuckled.
"That's cause it doesn't like you. Trust you to burn even toast! Anyway, I'd have thought you'd be good at this at least," gesturing with the Nutella-covered knife and almost dropping on the floor in the process "it's like wielding a sword against a mighty foe of jam, butter or Nutella!"
"Oh shush, you." Arthur claimed one of the toasts and went back to leaning on the cool fridge, happily munching and watching his boyfriend.
Merlin suddenly grinned evilly and began to lick the Nutella off the butter knife in a manner decidedly lacking innocence.
Arthur had already been half aroused by their shared state of nakedness – no one could deny that Merlin was strikingly beautiful, with or without clothes – and Merlin's display only underlined Arthur's situation.
Hurriedly finishing his toast in one last big bite, Arthur strode over to Merlin, seizing his face with his hands, bringing their lips together tenderly for a searing kiss.
The kiss tasted of Nutella; Arthur smiled into it as Merlin dropped the knife with a clatter. They kissed passionately until Merlin accidentally put his hand on his half-eaten Nutella toast and they burst out laughing.
The pair both stopped laughing immediately, breathless, when Arthur took Merlin's hand tenderly and seductively licked it clean.
Upon Merlin's insistence, they somehow made it back to bed (he had a rule about not having sex in the kitchen), Arthur mostly carrying Merlin again as the latter clung to him with legs crossed at the ankle encircling Arthur's waist, trailing kisses on any surface of Arthur that he found under his mouth, hands roaming all that Merlin could reach. Arthur tried to navigate in this much-distracted state so that he didn't bash his precious boyfriend into any door handles and was for the most part successful.
Later that day they lay cuddling, spent and sated, in bed atop Merlin's ridiculously huge and soft comforter, Arthur lovingly running his fingers through Merlin's dark locks until Merlin's stomach grumbled loudly and he shot Arthur a pointed look.
"I think you'd best hunt for some food for me now."
