Chapter 3

Within half an hour the band were al set up on the stage, guitars and drums at the ready. Merlin was hugging Arthur from behind, running his hands through the short blonde hair to 'make him look more rock and roll' as Percival had put it.

Will turned up five minutes before the gig was about to start with a big jar or nutella, thrusting a spoonful of it into all the boys' mouths. If there was anyway to sate and pep 'Camelot' up it was with the chocolatey goodness of nutella. And preferably a warm mug of tea as well, but there wasn't time for that.

The venue was fairly small, but really well decorated. The walls were a dark turquoise colour with dark mahogany-coloured furnishings. The stage was in the centre of the bar, in a raised hexagonal platform. There wasn't a backstage area as the boys were used to, but at the edge of the hexagon shape there was a hatch that opened into a downstairs lounge area for bands to hang out it after playing. Merlin found the novelty of an underground area probably more exciting than he should have. But it was underground! That was just the coolest idea ever. The little kid in him was shrieking at the prospect of an underground lair where he could hang out with his favourite people. And nutella, and also tea. Oh and Arthur lounging with his legs spread wide to accommodate Merlin sitting between them.

"Merlin, Merlin I need you!" Percival called from his place sitting on the edge of the stage. Arthur raised his eyebrows at the phrasing, but continued to strum and arrange his fingers on the neck of the guitar. Merlin bounded over, trying to diagnose what the problem was.

"Can you do my makeup, love? You know how bad I am at it. Just a bit of lipstick and eyeliner." Percival pleaded, twirling the eyeliner pencil between his fingers in one hand and digging into his pocket for the lipstick with the other.

"Yeah sure, tilt your head to me?" Merlin said, lowering himself (and his stupid plaster-covered leg) slowly to sit next to Percival and running the eyeliner underneath his eye, over the eyelid and along the inner rims too. The lipstick was handed to him, a bright blue colour to match Arthur's blue hair. He rolled the lipstick over Percival's pink lips, covering them in the garish silvery-blue.

"All done. You look great." Merlin announced, handing the items back to Percival and walking over to where Will was sitting at a table, a plate of chips in front of him. He was just spooning mayonnaise onto his plate when Merlin arrived.

"How are you doing? I haven't talked to you in a while. How's the leg?" Will asked, watching as Merlin searched for a chair to sit on.

"Just sit on my lap. You usually do." Will added as an afterthought, pushing his chair back a bit to make room. Merlin nodded and sat on Will's legs, pinching a chip.

"Sorry, Will. I just got caught up with Arthur and the hospital; I didn't think about-

"Ah ah ah, don't worry about it love, I'm not criticising. I'm just saying I've missed you is all." Will replied, wrapping his arms around Merlin's tummy and hugging him. Merlin hugged back as best he could, he enjoyed the feeling of his best friend's arms around him.

"I'm all in good shape. I kind of have to be if my plan's going to work." Merlin answered, somewhat belatedly. Will snaked his arms back and started eating his chips, giving Merlin an intrigued look.

"Plan? What sort of plan? Anything I can assist with?" Will enquired, licking salt and mayonnaise off of his thumb. Merlin shook his head and flicked his eyes to his blonde rocker stood at the front of the hexagon, blue eyes searching the small crowds of people that were arriving.

"Sorry, this is one Merlin-plan that his sidekick William the Great can't really have a part in." the brunette replied conspiratorially, grinning as he swiped another chip off Will's plate.

"Oh. It's an Arthur-type plan?" Will guessed expertly. Merlin turned to him with narrowed eyes, trying to keep his face serious, but his lips were twitching up.

"You've been using your mind-reading powers again, William; I told you not to do that." Merlin countered, pouting, which just made his big pink lips look even larger and more provocative than normal.

"Oh hush, young padawan. It's not telepathy." Will answered, swatting playfully at Merlin's arm.

"I just figured that the only part of your life I'm not allowed access to is things that dicks and hearts are involved in. I made the logical jump. It's like I'm Spock, isn't it?" he continued, throwing up a Vulcan salute while Merlin threw his head back and laughed.

"Oh yeah, just like Spock; the likeness is uncanny. Also I think it's illegal to use a Star Trek and Star Wars reference in the same conversation. Punishable by nerd torture or something. You, know, bad grammar forever or a lifelong ban of caffeinated drinks." Merlin said.

"Not bad grammar and a ban of tea! I couldn't handle it. Anyway stop hedging around the point, magic-boy! Tell me the bloody plan!" Will squawked indignantly, digging his fingers into Merlin's ribs to tickle the plan out of him as a last resort.

"Aahh nooo ok ok mercy! I'll tell you." Merlin wailed, squirming around in Will's lap as he was attacked heartlessly. Will relented and wrapped his arms around Merlin's waist to hold him still, waiting to be told the plan.

"So, I know Arthur and I have only just started going out, and you will probably shout and me for the idea I've got." Merlin started, turning to look at Will warily. Will frowned.

"But I really like him, love him. And I just want to be…I need to… we're going to have sex tonight, after the gig." Merlin blurted the last part out, turning forwards again in fear of what Will might think. Will's arm tightened around him for a moment, and Merlin braced himself for being shouted at.

"You what? Is he pressuring you? Because if he is I'll kill him." Will asked in a whisper, balling his fists. Merlin patted Will's clenched hands, manoeuvring in his lap so they were face to face.

"He hasn't pressured me. It's actually my idea. You know how long I've wanted him." Merlin replied, his voice tapering into a persuasive whimper. This tone of voice always worked on Will, never fail. Will just stared him down for a minute, assessing what Merlin was saying.

"Alright boys? Having a good little chat?" Arthur said, walking over and leaning forward to kiss Merlin's temple. Will watched them for a second. Merlin could tell he wanted to burst out with questions about the plan.

Just as Will opened his mouth to speak Merlin shoved a handful of chips inside and addressed Arthur. He heard Will chewing as he answered.

"Yeah, babe. Just catching up. Is the band ready?" the brunette asked watching as the bar owner started to set up the lights for the stage.

"Pretty much ready. Just trying to remember song lyrics and guitar riffs." Arthur replied pulling Merlin off of Will's lap and into his arms. He wrapped his arms around Merlin's neck and kissed him on the mouth, chaste but meaningful.

"Thanks for making me do this, Merlin. It's nice to be back with the boys again." Arthur murmured against Merlin's pink lips, arms still wrapped tight around him. Merlin kissed him again in response.

"Get up there then, big boy. Show us what you got." Will said raucously, sidestepping the couple to go and talk to Lancelot. Merlin could sense Will was upset about something, but he couldn't quite pin down what it was.

Arthur kissed Merlin on the nose and walked back over to the stage, just as the owner of the bar had jumped down after introducting them, the crowd hushed to silence and they looked expectantly around the stage for the front man. He announced the first song and let Lancelot and Percival rock out on their guitars, Elyan thudding out a rhythm on his drums.

As the music filled the room, Arthur's voice and Lancelot's merging together flawlessly as they sang three or four of their older songs, ones that Merlin had sat with Gwaine and helped write, adding his own verses in where needed. Never let it be said that Merlin wasn't as musically talented as the rest of the band. He had been a singer ever since he could remember, from joining the choir at school, to making his own band during his teen years with Will and a couple of other friends.

Merlin closed his eyes and just listened to the notes and melodies as they flowed over him, peeking to see the enthralled crowd with their arms raised and their bodies swaying along. But something was niggling at Merlin, Will had disappeared just before the gig and hadn't reappeared. Deciding that he couldn't let his best friend be worrying somewhere without anybody, Merlin stood from his table and walked out into the street, seeing Will leant against a wall in a crouch a few buildings away. He walked the short way to his friend and sat cross-legged on the pavement in front of him.

Will lifted his head from his knees and stared at Merlin for a moment, an amount of anger in his eyes.

"What did I do wrong, Will?" Merlin asked in a gentle voice, going to reach out and touch Will's knee but rethinking it and dropping his hand to the stone ground.

"You did nothing- it's not- I'm just being selfish." Will answered in a louder voice, scratching at the back of his neck and vehemently looking away. Merlin frowned and touched his hand to the other boy's thin wrist.

"What do you mean?" Merlin enquired; trying to sort through his thoughts to try and possibly explain how Will was being selfish.

"I'm just worried about you…being with Arthur." Will murmured, blushing lightly. Merlin jerked his head up violently, ready to fight will on this point. Will's green eyes meeting Merlin's stormy blue ones, guilt shining in them.

"What? You always said you were supportive of my love for Arthur! What the hell?" Merlin started, his voice becoming high pitched in indignance at Will's attitude.

Will tried to cut in but Merlin interrupted, his anger bubbling under his skin.

"Since when is Arthur someone to worry about? He's a wonderful guy and you know that! You aren't jealous of him are you?" Merlin thought the latter might have been a bit harsh on his friend, but he just couldn't get his head around it.

Will was nodding furiously. Merlin just stared at him in confusion and waiting for an explanation.

"Yes! Yes, okay, I'm jealous of him! Not in a sexual way, you're my friend and I definitely like girls. I'm just scared of you being with him." Will replied in a rush.

Merlin's anger dissipated a small amount, waiting patiently for more of an explanation.

"Not because he'll hurt you, because I know he cares too much to do that. Just that he might…um…he might turn you against me. And I couldn't bear that, Merlin." Will let out a heavy shuddering sigh and continued.

"Ever since he's been with you, I have felt I couldn't see you, just in case he didn't want me there, and…I…. I've missed my best friend." Will finished in a small voice, feeling like a bit of a child saying it all out loud. He was just being petulant and self-centred wanting Merlin to himself. Waiting to be shouted at or possibly pushed over Will peeked up at Merlin.

"Oh Will! I'm sorry." Merlin said in an exasperated and pitying voice, launching forward and hugging Will tightly, a bit awkward in their respective positions, but the thought was there. Will manoeuvred so the hug was more functional, and just held Merlin tight, leaning into his warmth and familiarity.

"I never realised it would affect you like this. I've been neglecting you. I'm sorry." Merlin said against Will's shoulder just before pulling back.

"No, I'm sorry. I had no right to be a bloody idiot about it. I'm really happy for you guys." Will replied, smiling meekly as he watched Merlin get to his feet, and extend a pale hand down to him. Will allowed himself to be pulled to his feet, and leant into his friend's side as they returned to the bar to watch the rest of the gig together.

They stood together right at the front shouting loudly along with the songs. Arthur looked down at his boyfriend and winked at him, grinning with all the charm he could muster. That look set the butterflies in Merlin's stomach all a-jitter, unable to keep the goofy smile off of his face for a long while afterward.

Song after song was played and sung, the notes so familiar to Will and Merlin, sounding new in this different gig area. The acoustics were strange yet comfortably brilliant, as if the riffs echoed and clanged against the metal chairs and tables, ringing off the bottles behind the bar and pouring through the floor vibrating everything there.

The gig went on in this way for a good two hours, each song a little different to the last time it had been played, the boys gelling perfectly as they always did, smiling and rocking the building with every note.

Merlin and Will, and the rest of the crowd watched in adoration as Arthur and Lancelot sank to their knees as the ringing notes of their penultimate song tore through every synapse and nerve in their bodies. That was when Merlin saw someone he hadn't seen in a long time. He was stood a few feet from the back of the bar, bouncing on his heels, and dark hair with a purple tinge moving as he bobbed his head. His pale blue eyes scanning the room and becoming half lidded as the final note rang out; his trademark move as Merlin remembered in a flash of memories. He was dressed all in black; a band tee Merlin didn't recognise the name of worn over the top of a turquoise net shirt and skinny jeans and biker boots. What the hell was Mordred doing there?

Those pale eyes turned on Merlin and they both froze on the spot, just staring, Mordred broke the trance, blinking rapidly, a deer caught in the headlights. Without thinking Merlin started to move through the crowd toward him, but before they came in contact Mordred shouldered his bag higher and ran out of the bar, taking one final glance over his shoulder at Merlin.

Merlin opened and shut his mouth for a moment, but decided against chasing after the younger boy. He rushed back to Will and in a broken whispered conversation explained he had seen Mordred. Will's hands briefly tightened into fists before he shrugged it off and told Merlin to forget it. Merlin did just that and stared up at Arthur.

"This last song is dedicated to a very special person. I recently had a bit of a shock and it made me realise just how stupid I was being keeping secrets from them. So, Merlin, this is for you, babe." Arthur said into the microphone, blowing a kiss in Merlin's direction and whispering what Merlin assumed was a melody idea to Lancelot.

"So far away from me, can't you just come back? I want you in my life but I can't tell you that if you keep those lovely eyes closed from me…" Arthur sang in a pleasant slow tone, Lancelot and Percival's guitars playing a jingly accompaniment that matched perfectly. Arthur nodded to Elyan, Leon and Gwaine and the song became a bit more Camelot style with a heavier beat and an edgier rhythm. But every word of it was for Merlin, and he felt his heart melting with every syllable sung.

If Merlin hadn't already been seduced by Arthur, this would have worked like a charm. He was the luckiest boy in Ealdor at that moment. All thoughts of his minor argument with Will and seeing Mordred were wiped from his head as he let the heady song fill him up and consume his fears and worries one by one.

As the song came to a glorious crescendo ending, Merlin was feeling as if he could walk on air, and Arthur and the boys were bowing and accepting the praise and shouts from the small crowd. Will was hugging Merlin's shoulders and kissing him on the cheek. This had been the perfect afternoon, he couldn't wait to just go home with Arthur and spend what he knew would be an even more perfect night with him.

The owner climbed onto the stage and thanked the band and handed over their pay packets as the crowd dispersed into the bar or onto the darkening street outside. The band retreated to the underground area (which Merlin was still excited by) for tea and cake and celebratory nutella.

Merlin spent the entire time in Arthur's lap, feeding him the amazing chocolate spread and thanking him over and over for the song Arthur had dedicated and written for him.

Will and Lancelot tried to teach Merlin a bit of guitar as they always did. Merlin listened and watched his friends playing the instruments, big blue eyes scanning strings and finger placements and his ears trying to tune to the finite differences. He would learn sometime. But with a beautiful blonde boyfriend tempting him away with tea and chocolate cake, the boys realised they were fighting a losing battle. Not that they minded.

The band stayed for a while longer, chatting and catching up and comparing new material they had all been writing now they knew Merlin was recovering. Merlin and Arthur slipped out and up the ladder in a fit of giggles, the brunette having great difficulty coordinating his crutches and his weak arms and not falling on his face in a bar full of people.

The walk home was pleasant and Merlin was feeling anxious yet full to the brim with excitement about what tonight meant for them both. As he hobbled half the way, and permitted Arthur to carry him the last few feet up his path to his front door, waiting patiently as Merlin pulled his key from his pocket and unlocked it. Arthur, Merlin and guitar (formally named Ygraine after Arthur's mother) stumbled through the doorway, trying to be as quiet as possible as not to disturb Hunith. Then Merlin remembered she was staying at her friend's house across town which meant they could be as loud and disruptive as they needed.

Merlin flailed his arms and whispered to Arthur to set him down. Ygraine wobbled precariously as Merlin was deposited onto the stairs; he stroked a long-fingered hand up the guitar's neck and gently removed her from Arthur's back, leading Arthur upstairs with a gentle melody Lance had taught him while Merlin had been laid up in hospital. Arthur's eyes flashed with so much love that Merlin felt he might crumple beneath the power of the look.

As he hobbled backwards into his room, he placed the guitar onto his beanbag with upmost care. Arthur sidled forwards into his personal space, wrapping his arms around Merlin's slim wait, sliding a hand up Merlin's back, allowing a shiver to skitter up his spine, finally cupping the brunette's jaw.

"You're amazing. I'm the luckiest boy in the world tonight." Arthur whispered huskily against Merlin's parted pink lips before leaning in the last few inches and kissing him sweetly.

"I love you, more than you'll even know." Merlin replied once they broke apart, surging forward and claiming Arthur's lips again, running his wet tongue along the seam of his lover's lips in pleading. Arthur allowed it and felt Merlin's teeth rake over his lower lip as he slid their tongues together, setting his nerves alight with every minute movement. Luckiest boy indeed.

"Mm, love you too." Arthur whispered back, kissing his way down Merlin's pale neck, unzipping the jacket he was wearing to expose more skin to suckle and lick at.

Merlin slid his hands into the back pocket of Arthur's jeans, pushing his neck further towards the blonde's questing warm mouth. As Merlin groped at Arthur's ass through the dark denim he felt a piece of lose material in the pocket. Arthur was still occupied, pushing Merlin's jacket off and lifting his t shirt over his head. Merlin pulled the material out and realised it was one of his bandanas. A wicked idea flickered into the brunette's head and he lifted Arthur's head from where it was licking at his collarbone.

"I've got a great idea. Trust me?" Merlin said huskily, smiling sinfully at Arthur, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure as he watched Arthur lick his red lips slowly.

"Trust you with my life. So what's the idea?" Arthur asked, eyeing the bandana in Merlin's hand with a raised eyebrow.

"Ok, you lie back on the bed and I'll demonstrate." Merlin practically purred, lightly pushing Arthur back towards the mattress. Arthur scrambled back until he was leaning against the headboard, eyes dark with lust and long legs spread apart. Merlin crawled up Arthur's legs and settled himself in his lap, wiggling until he was comfortable. Without another second for Arthur to whimper or surge to kiss him Merlin tied the bandana about his boyfriend's head. Arthur tensed up and fidgeted beneath Merlin.

"Uh, Merlin? are you sure this is- your bed is only small I'm not sure if…um." Arthur stuttered out, reaching to hold onto Merlin's sides.

Merlin stilled and suddenly felt a little bit foolish. Was this Arthur saying he didn't want this? A pink hue stained Merlin's cheeks as he lifted himself from Arthur's lap and stood at the edge of his bed, straightening the sheet out.

"Oh god. You're making excuses. You don't want me, do you? I'm so stupid. Fuck. I knew it was too soon for this. I'm sorry Arthur I didn't-"

Arthur pulled the bandana away and shuffled to where Merlin was standing, leaning on the bedside table for support.

"Ssh love. Of course I want you. I have for months, years even. Don't be so down on yourself. Come and show me the bandana plan?" Arthur murmured in a gentle sweet voice, holding Merlin's hands in his and smiling up at him.

The blonde arranged himself on the bed again, placing the bandana back over his eyes and awaiting Merlin's idea, whatever it may be. When he felt Merlin's familiar weight straddling his hips he couldn't keep the big grin from his face. The brunette teased Arthur slow and calculating, licking and kissing his way down Arthur's warm tan chest, sucking one nipple into his mouth while he rolled the other between finger and thumb, then alternated.

Next he paid particular attention to running his pink tongue down Arthur's abs and tummy, dipping it into his belly button and scratching it down the golden happy trail that ran into his jeans. Arthur was panting and trying desperately not to buck his hips up to Merlin's needy mouth.

When he felt Merlin's long fingers working his zip and button open and pulling the jeans off of him, Arthur was very aware of the sexual acts that might just occur if he played his cards right. He so wished he could see just how Merlin looked between his knees, lips red and kiss-bruised and eyes glowing with want and lust. But this was Merlin's plan; it would work out and be as perfect as Arthur knew he'd dreamed of for all those months.

"M-Merlin, please. More baby. So hard." Arthur panted, as he felt Merlin stroking up and down his spread thighs and tickling at his belly with deft long fingers.

"Yeah alright, love. Let me just-

Merlin tugged Arthur's boxers down in a fluid motion

"- there we go. Fuck, you're perfect." Merlin whispered in awe at finally seeing Arthur naked. He really was beautiful. Tan skin all taught and covered in a thin layer of blonde hair. The one part he hadn't seen was great too, large and pink and trickling pre-cum down the dark tip. Merlin's mouth watered involuntarily as he swooped down and licked the head tentatively. At Arthur's strangled moan at the unexpected action, the brunette continued onward, rolling and flattening his tongue around the tip, sliding it into the slit for a second.

"Ohhh yess! f-fuck Merlin. So hot. Amazing." Arthur whimpered out, arching up off the bed allowing his cock to slide an inch further into Merlin's hot wet mouth. The brunette took it and slowly bobbed his head lower and lower until his nose was brushing against the coarse curls at the base.

As Merlin worked the cock in and out of his mouth, swallowing and relaxing his throat so he could deep-throat it, Arthur was thrashing his blindfolded blonde head side to side, groaning and emitting a low growl from deep in his chest. Merlin held the base with his hand and licked and sucked at the tip and shaft again, making sure to rake his teeth just enough to cause Arthur to arch off the mattress in pleasure. Just as Arthur felt the orgasm coiling in his stomach Merlin pulled his mouth away, leaving Arthur in a jittery breathy mess on the bed.

It wasn't long before the lovely large lips and talented tongue were back upon him, suckling and rolling around his tightening balls, it was the moment Merlin spread his ass with cold fingers and ran his hot tongue down from his balls down to and around his tight entrance that had Arthur gasping.

"Ahh ah Merlin…I…mm" Arthur babbled and spread his legs wide as he felt Merlin's tongue slide around and around his hole, slipping inside on every third circuit. The stretch was just the right side of pleasant and had Arthur writhing around. Then the mouth was gone completely, leaving Arthur wanting again.

The blonde could hear Merlin moving around near him, unzipping jeans and removing clothes frantically. A drawer opened and closed and then Merlin's hands were on him again, stroking his hard aching cock and rolling a condom over it. Then he heard a bottle open and lube being squirted into what he supposed was Merlin's hand.

"Merlin…please baby. I need you." Arthur's voice was wrecked and pleading, Merlin could hardly say no. he lifted the bandana off of Arthur's eyes and lifted one tan hand to his dark lips, licking and sucking on three fingers. Arthur didn't have to ask what was happening, without a seconds thought he placed the wet digits at Merlin's entrance as he kneeled above him.

"G-god. Yes. Like that. Stretch me good." Merlin breathed, feeling Arthur's slick fingers gliding in and out, a third joining the first two, the burn was painful, but he knew it would be worse once Arthur was inside. Then those glorious wiggling fingers found his prostate and had Merlin seeing stars and his legs turning to jelly. Arthur knew he had achieved warp factor 9 and withdrew his fingers, rubbing his hands across Merlin's slim hips, leaning up off the bed and pecking him on the lips.

"So beautiful." Arthur murmured, stroking Merlin's high cheekbone.

Merlin positioned himself above Arthur's hard cock, felt it pressing slowly inside with every tremble of the brunette's body. Arthur wanted to offer comfort, but before he knew it Merlin had sank the full length of his cock, and was now fully seated on Arthur's hips, rocking gently back and forth.

"You okay, there, darlin'?" Arthur managed, tilting his torso up so he could hug Merlin close, their warm sweat-damp torsos sliding together pleasantly. Merlin could only nod as he continued to grind and carefully wrap his legs tight around Arthur's hips. Resting his feet on the mattress he gained leverage, allowing himself enough room and strength, despite his damned broken leg, to lift his lithe hips and slam back down none too gently.

They weren't going to last long like this, but Arthur knew that as well as Merlin did. With him sinking and slamming back down Merlin's prostate was being jack-hammered within an inch of his life, sending his eyes rolling and his lips parting in a silent gasp with every movement of his and Arthur's hips.

The blonde reached between them, stroking Merlin's cock in time with thrust and writhe, causing Merlin to groan loudly in between gasping and the litany of 'Arthur Arthur Arthur yes yes Arthur yes' that was pouring from his lips. Arthur could feel his orgasm building and building. Merlin's tight heat driving him forward at rocket speed, he thrust and took hold of Merlin's hips, guiding the bouncing motion to a slower pace, milking their first time for al lit was worth; not that it wasn't already more than perfect.

"I'm gonna- Arthur I'm going to- ohhh ffuuuckkkk. Arthuurr!" Merlin managed in semi warning, before be spurted warm sticky cum over Arthur's hand and chest. As he shivered and continued rocking through his orgasm, Arthur was struggling to keep from toppling over the edge with him, Merlin's tight ring of muscle clenching around him and dragging an unceremonious wailed-out orgasm from him moments later.

"Yeah, yeah…oh! Merlin yesssss uh unf ahh!" Arthur shook through his orgasm, feeling his cum warm and damp against his cock, still inside Merlin's glorious body. Arthur wrapped an arm around Merlin, reaching for his t shirt and wiping them clean, before nuzzling and sucking another love bite into Merlin's long warm neck. They stayed like that for a while, until they became too chattered to keep their eyes open. Merlin disappeared down the hall into the bathroom but returned moments later looking thoroughly debauched and limping back to the warm bed.

Merlin lay on his side and tangled their bodies together, wrapping Arthur in a hug and resting his head on the blonde's broad shoulder. His leg ached and his head was swimming with pleasure. The heady scent of their sex hung in the air, but at that moment all that mattered was the person held close enough to hear a heart beat or count eyelashes.

"Love you so much, Merlin. That bandana idea was genius." Arthur said sweetly, carding a hand through the hairs at the nape of Merlin's neck while the brunette leant back into the touch.

"Heh thanks. Love you too." Merlin replied, letting his heavy eyelids fall closed against the heat and passion encasing him. The night had been better than anything Merlin could have imagined. Happiness radiated from both of their pores as they snuggled together almost impossibly close in the single bed.

Hope this is ok :) x