The · Cupbearer

"Don't talk," was what Arthur said to him before capturing his lips.

So. No longer ignoring me then, was Merlin's last thought before he began kissing Arthur back.

They shouldn't be doing this; a pyre was the least of Merlin's problems if Uther were to find out. "Arthur, I really don't think—"

"What did I say about not talking, Merlin?" Arthur breathed out before nipping Merlin's earlobe.

A pleasurable heat started to spread from Merlin's stomach. He just hoped he didn't inadvertently set anything on fire.

Arthur Arthur Arthur—brother lover prince.

My lord and king, Merlin's mind whispered.

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