Merlin gasped, trying to steady his breath. He could feel Arthur's hands playing with his dark hair, curling it around his fingers, making a mess of what was already messy enough. He tried to focus - Arthur was supposed to meet his counselors in fifteen minutes. He should be getting dressed - or else, Merlin should be helping him get dressed - not fooling around.

-Arthur.. -he began an attempted complaint - it's time for you to start getting ready, don't forget the meeti-oh -He was silenced by Arthur's lips, kissing and sucking on his kindly. Merlin felt Arthur's hands finding their way through his body, keeping him unable to concentrate on anything other than the chills his King's touch gave him.

Still, he tried again - Arthur, you really ought to get dressed-

- I thought you liked me more with my clothes off. - he shamelessly replied, with an evil, sexy smirck on his face, as he tilted his head to the side and kissed Merlin's neck tenderly.

- I can't say it's an unpleasant view, but… - he breathed in when the King softly bit his left ear.

Arthur quite liked the way his manservant (and lover) sounded like when overwhelmed with the feelings he was responsible for, and wasn't willing to stop any time soon. Eventually, however, Merlin managed to recover his senses and tried to move away from the King's undeniably attractive body.

- What if someone catches us?

He trembled at the thought of Guinevere walking in on them, lying on the royal bedsheets embracing each other, or doing something worse - she'd been spending an awful lot of time in the King's chambers lately, and Merlin was not pleased by that at all. And what if Agravaine were to walk into the room at that moment, that exact moment when Arthur's hands couldn't - shouldn't- go any lower, when his feelings were almost impossible to keep in.

-Let them - the King whispered to his ear. Merlin grumbled, forgetting all his foolish concerns; being next to the man he loved was all he need to survive.

A few minutes (and a few unsteady breaths) later, Arthur laid back, his hands crossed behind his head.

- Fine. We can get up now. Go on, my royal clothes won't prepare themselves. Oh, and Merlin?

- Yeah?

- You might want to bathe first.

Merlin didn't think he could love his dollop-headed king more.