"You must be completely mad." Arthur says, closing the door behind him as he glares at his servant. Merlin glanced at the Prince and frowned. "Using magic in front of the entire court, Merlin? What if someone saw? Hm? What if they suspected? You're too careless!"
"I'm not careless." He mutters. "I knew exactly what I was doing, Arthur, it's not like I haven't done it before." Merlin crosses his arms over his chest, looking away with a glare. He was frustrated at Arthur. The patronizing was driving him mad. It felt like Arthur didn't trust him at all.
"Merlin." Arthur says, pausing before he strides over to Merlin, standing only an inch away. He reaches a hand to Merlin's chin, putting a finger under it. He turned Merlin's head to look the warlock in the eye. "Unlike you, I care about your wellbeing. As much as I don't think you use it, I'd rather your head be on your shoulders. Understood?" He gives Merlin an encouraging smile, holding the eye contact until Merlin conceded. The warlock gave up with a sigh, rolling his eyes.
"Fine..next time I will be more careful. Happy now?" He asks Arthur, raising his eyebrows. To which, Arthur smirks and begins taking steps forward.
"Not quite yet.." He murmurs, backing Merlin up until the warlock's back hit the wall. Merlin made a soft grunt, looking up at Arthur with new interest in his eyes. Arthur smirked a little more before he leaned in, taking Merlin's lips with his own. He used a crushing force, taking what he wanted from the kiss as Merlin kissed back desperately. His body pressed against Merlin's fully, pinning him to the wall, then he took one of the warlock's wrist, pinning it next to his head. Arthur's other hand held Merlin's cheek, tilting his chin up to deepen the kiss. The warlock groaned into Arthur's mouth, his free hand curling into the Prince's shirt. Merlin tugs on the shirt, as if he could get Arthur any closer. The kiss makes him breathless and dazed, so he doesn't feel Arthur's hand at his throat, pulling off the neckerchief. He doesn't realize until Arthur's mouth moved down, teeth scraping against Merlin's jaw. The warlock took in a shuddery breath, tilting his head back against the wall. He could feel Arthur's grin against his neck, the Prince pleased at the submission.
"Arthur." He gasps, hand sliding up into the blonde hair and gripping it. He knew what the other male was about to do. A moment later he felt teeth sink into the flesh of his skin. Merlin's back arched against the wall, pressing him into Arthur as the pain flashes through him and sends delightful shudders down his spine. He could feel his magic bubbling in with his pleasure that Arthur gave to him so teasingly. It had been a month since Arthur revealed he knew about Merlin's magic, and yet Arthur had done nothing more than tease Merlin in every hidden nook they would run into. Just teasing, never anything more than kissing and hickeys. It had been the most pent up month of his life, and Merlin wasn't sure if it felt worse than hiding his magic or not. However, right now, it felt amazing. Merlin's fingers pulled at the golden hair even after Arthur had moved on to suck marks into other parts of Merlin's neck. The warlock gasps as he feels the scrape of teeth against his jugular and when Arthur tongues the hollow of his neck. Merlin is sure that there are still some faint marks from the last time Arthur did this, but he knew the Prince only took those as reasons for pride.
"You're so beautiful, Merlin.." The soft, disbelieving whisper came, rousing Merlin from the sensations. He shivered at the warm breath the words brought to roll against his skin, swallowing in an instant. "Can't believe you let me do this.. with all you have.. all that magic and you let me do this." Arthur raises his head to look into the warlock's eyes, and Merlin gazes back. He could see the warmth, pride, and desire in Arthur's gaze. He could practically feel it. He could see the satisfaction. That Arthur had the most powerful sorcerer of all time completely willing. Completely docile. Merlin was still wild at times, still fierce and courageous, still defied Arthur when he believed Arthur was wrong, but here, in Arthur's chambers, he was Arthur's to control. Arthur smirked a little as he leaned in to take another kiss, this one shorter and much sweeter. Then he pulled away from the warlock, leaving Merlin to stare at him in confusion for another moment. "What? I can't keep you from your chores forever. You haven't even started any yet." Arthur teases the other, smirking when he saw Merlin's shock then indignation. He pushed himself from the wall, moving over and grabbing his neckerchief from the Prince then tying it back on.
"Prat." Merlin says with a look to Arthur as he then gathers up the laundry and walks out of the room. Arthur watches him go before letting out several chuckles of amusement.