So here is the second part of the two-shot. I hope you all like it.
As night fell on Camelot the city was falling asleep. The commotion of the townspeople died down and the only thing that can be heard was the occasional snore and the clanking of chain mail. The streets were barely visible in the shoddy torch-light and the streets were barren.
In the castle only two occupants stirred. A grin here and a sly comment there was all that happened. Until, of course, one of them lost the dangerous game that they played and surged forward.
"Merlin-"
Muffled as it was by a pair of lips the name was still heard. His voice was squeaky and high in surprise. Pushed back onto the bed his shock was starting to wear off. Awareness shifted to where their bodies touched. The heat. The taste. That little noise Merlin made when he kissed him behind his ear.
This was a side of Merlin that no one saw. He was powerful; in control. Shock turned to lust and control turned to dust.
"Merlin."
Deep and guttural and drawn out. That little noise again and he almost couldn't take it. Lips clashed again and again and again. Thighs between thighs just to get some friction. He ached for Merlin. He needed Merlin.
Their shirts came off first. Then the shoes, which were quickly follows by pants. Mouths met again and they shuffled onto the bed. The desperation increased until their touches were bruising.
"Merlin!"
Shouts that might have been loud before were barely heard over the pounding of blood in his ears. Merlin slowly made his way from a mouth over the hill of a cheek. The ridge of a jawbone was all that separated him from the vulnerable pulse beneath him. The time Merlin spent on that jaw would have undone lesser men.
Finally, finally lips touched neck and things slowed down. Everything was easygoing and unhurried.
"Merlin"
Just a whisper now, sensual to its name sake. His name no longer echoed through the halls. It was just a secret shared between just two. Secrets, of course, came in pairs and the response wasn't too far behind.
"Arthur"