Merlin didn't care about the rain pelting the window making a crack, crack, crack noise; rain couldn't hurt Arthur.
Merlin didn't care about the banging of the wooden bed frame against the wall; the thick stone wouldn't give them away.
Right now Merlin didn't care about the world outside of Arthur's chambers.
All Merlin cared about was the air.
Cool air touched his skin when Arthur pulled off his tunic. Air filled his lungs each time Arthur pulled his lips away to kiss another part of Merlin's body. Air was the only thing separating him from Arthur now. The air carried Arthur's sent to Merlin's nose and he inhaled. As Arthur moved against him Merlin felt the rush of warm air pushed out from Arthur's chest as a companion to Arthur's moan of pleasure. Air was all Merlin could think about as Arthur's fist tightened around his hair. As his hands ran up and down Arthur's back all Merlin could think about was the air… and Arthur.
Arthur whispering his name over and over again, "Merlin…Merlin…Merlin". Arthur moving inside of him, making him want to scream and laugh and cry all at the same time. Arthur finally giving himself to him. After so many near deaths and noble battles and Merlin-you-idiot's, Arthur had finally given in. Arthur was lost, eyes closed, breath ragged, moaning his name and entering him over and over again. Arthur was finally his, and all Merlin could do was take in air, as he took in Arthur.