Merlin's hands shove off the robe at Arthur's chest, revealing far more scarred, golden skin and a triangular dusting of blond hair. A thumb runs softly over Arthur's collarbone, tracing and circling its shape before Merlin lets it drift, along with his forefinger and middle. It's unfair. Having to do this under the impression of duty. /Canon Era. Merthur. Oneshot.
Rated: M - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,114 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 78 - Follows: 26 - Published: 1/9/2018 - [Merlin, Arthur] Gwen/Guinevere, Sefa - Complete