"Merlin! Will you hurry up with my belt! The feast has almost begun," Arthur shouted from across the room at his fumbling manservant. The last thing Arthur needed was any suspicion that he and Merlin were...

The sorcerer's lanky arms snaked around Arthur's torso, latching the prince's belt securely in place. His hands lingered, though, as he possessively clung to the prince's shirt. Arthur fluttered his eyelids shut as he felt Merlin's warm breath upon his neck. He turned his head slightly, just so he could look at his (adorable excuse for a) manservant in the eye. His voice was soft and almost withdrawn as he lovingly gazed at Merlin, "...don't even think about it, Merlin. You know I have to go."

"You could be late," Merlin placed a quick kiss on the noble's neck before moving his mouth up to Arthur's ear, blowing on it teasingly. The prince, now fully under Merlin's spell, leaned back into the embrace, a familiar hunger swiftly returning to him. A hushed moan slipped from his lips as he rolled his azure eyes back into his head, "Merlin... stop."

The sorcerer practically growled, "Make me."

Arthur licked his lips, craving the taste of Merlin's mouth. He twirled around to face his manservant, "Five minutes, Merlin. We have five minutes. Do you understand m-"

Merlin pulled Arthur into him, repulsed by the space that was still between them, "Shut up and kiss me, you adorable clot-pole."

Arthur did as he was told, pushing Merlin against a wall and kissing him senseless. They shamelessly knocked over a countless amount of goblets, scrolls, and draperies in their fit of lust. Arthur fisted his hand in Merlin's raven hair as he progressively kissed down the sorcerer's neck until he was at his chest. Breathless, Merlin ripped off his scarf and threw it to the stoney ground, longing to feel Arthur's touch upon his skin. Arthur pinned Merlin's hands against the wall as he placed an ungodly amount of kisses upon his chest. Merlin bucked his hips up while simultaneously silencing an oncoming gasp. Arthur looked up long enough to state the obvious, "I love you so much, Merlin."

The sorcerer was unable to stop the grin that spread across his face, "I love you more."

Arthur gleamed up from Merlin's (soon to be bruised) chest, unspoken feelings of love and accomplishment swirling through his eyes. He parted his swollen lips to retort something, but was silenced by a sudden rapping at his (securely locked) door, "Is everything alright in there, sire? The feast has begun."

The prince placed one last kiss onto Merlin's lips before whispering to him, "Be in my chambers after the feast- that's an order," without another word, Arthur turned to leave his room with a smirk inevitably plastered to his face.

Merlin, wanting to have the last word, shouted after Arthur, "'Love you more!"

Without turning around, the prince lovingly mumbled under his breath, "Shut up, Merlin.