Author's Note: Written for my best friend's birthday. Enjoy!
Merlin was in Arthur's bedchamber, eyes glowing gold as he caused one of the tapestries to shake itself free of dust. The door opened and he dropped it. Arthur raised his eyebrows as he closed the door after himself. The brunet's expression turned sheepish. "It fell," he stated.
Arthur sighed. "Merlin," he said gravely, "I know you have magic."
"M-Magic?" he squeaked.
"I know you're a sorcerer," he continued.
"Warlock," he corrected automatically, then blushed. He licked his lips nervously. "How long have you known?"
"Almost from the start," he answered honestly. "I was hoping you would trust me enough to tell me."
"I thought you hated magic," he breathed.
The Prince stepped closer to the brunet. "I needed my father to think that I did," he stated. "Go ahead, Merlin. Continue," he urged. The brunet blinked and glanced at the door. "Lock it if you must," he drawled. "You're not going to refuse an order from your Prince, are you Merlin?"
Merlin's smile was cheeky. "Not this one."
Arthur huffed out a laugh, and gestured for the brunet to continue. He leant against the table as he waited. The warlock took a deep breath…and tapped into his magic. His eyes glowed gold, and the door locked itself. He turned his attention to the tapestry, and it rose into the air, shaking itself free of dust.
Once clean, he levitated it back onto the wall. "Keep going," Arthur encouraged. Merlin turned his attention – and magic – toward the remainder of his chores.
Merlin turned to Arthur with a grin. "Done," he stated.
"Good," Arthur replied with a smile.
"It's good not to hide who I am-" he cut off as the blonde tugged him close. He looked up at his Prince, startled. "Arthur?"
The blonde dipped his head, and pressed his lips against Merlin's, a touch the brunet soon returned. Arthur pulled back, smiling at how dazed the brunet was. "You know that wasn't an order, don't you Merlin?"
"Yes," he breathed.
The Prince stroked his thumb along the brunet's bottom lip. "And you know you can tell me no, don't you Merlin?"
"Yes."
"Is that all you can say, Merlin?"
The warlock shook his head. "Don't stop," he breathed. Arthur's eyebrows rose. "I never thought you would want me. Please don't stop."
Arthur cupped his cheek gently. "As if I couldn't want you," he murmured and dipped his head for another kiss. The moment Merlin returned the touch, he walked the brunet toward the bed, determined to take advantage of the time they had. To make sure Merlin knew how much he wanted him, and would always want him.