Note: This fanfiction is based on the TV show "Merlin" and assumes a romantic relationship between the characters Merlin and Arthur. If you are not familiar with the show or uncomfortable with the pairing, please feel free to skip.
It was a cold winter's night in Camelot, and Merlin was busy tending to the fires in Arthur's chambers. The prince was away on a hunting trip, leaving Merlin to tend to his duties alone. But despite the chill in the air, Merlin's thoughts were warm and focused on the man he loved.
As he added another log to the fire, Merlin couldn't help but replay the last time he and Arthur had been together. They had stolen a moment alone in the stables, their hands and lips exploring each other's bodies as if they couldn't get enough. Merlin had always known that he was in love with Arthur, but it wasn't until that night that he was sure that Arthur loved him back.
Merlin smiled to himself at the memory, but his musings were interrupted by the sound of the chamber door opening. He turned to see Arthur, still wearing his hunting gear, his cheeks rosy from the cold.
"Merlin," Arthur said, his voice low and husky. "I didn't expect to see you still up."
"I was just tending to the fire, sire," Merlin replied, trying to keep his voice steady despite the fluttering in his stomach.
Arthur crossed the room and stood before him, his eyes blazing with an intensity that Merlin knew all too well. He reached out and took Merlin's hand, pulling him close.
"I missed you," Arthur said, his lips brushing against Merlin's neck. "I couldn't wait to be back with you."
Merlin shuddered at the sensation, feeling his desire for Arthur grow stronger with each passing second. He turned his head to meet Arthur's lips in a heated kiss, their tongues tangling together as they lost themselves in each other.
The fire crackled behind them as they explored each other's bodies, their hands roaming over skin and fabric as they tried to get closer. Merlin felt Arthur's hardness pressing against his own, and he moaned into the kiss, wanting nothing more than to feel Arthur inside of him.
"Arthur," he whispered, breaking the kiss. "Take me. Please."
Arthur's eyes blazed with a fierce passion as he nodded, taking Merlin by the hand and leading him to the bed. They undressed each other slowly, savoring the sight and touch of each other's bodies. When they were finally naked, Arthur pushed Merlin onto the bed and climbed on top of him, his hands trailing down Merlin's chest as he positioned himself at Merlin's entrance.
Merlin moaned as Arthur pushed inside of him, feeling a delicious pain that was quickly overtaken by pleasure. He wrapped his legs around Arthur's waist, pulling him in deeper as they moved together in a rhythm that was both urgent and tender.
As they reached their climax, their bodies pressed together in a frenzy of desire, Merlin knew that there was nowhere else he'd rather be than here, with Arthur, in this moment of pure, unbridled love.
They lay there for a long time afterward, wrapped up in each other's arms, the fire casting a warm glow over their entwined bodies. Merlin knew that they would have to keep their love a secret, but in that moment, he didn't care. All that mattered was that they were together, and that they loved each other deeply and completely.