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Merlin had about twenty minutes before he had to go wake Arthur, and in that time he had to dress, collect Arthur’s washed laundry, and run to the kitchens to fetch the Prince’s breakfast, and now he also had to stretch himself, all within that increasingly small window.
The warlock grabbed the oil he had kept on his nightstand and coated two fingers. He slipped one inside himself, imagining it was Arthur's ministrations and not his own. He could feel the puckered ring of muscle feeling warm and still slightly sore from the previous day. He quickly inserted a second digit, twisting inside himself, much as the prince had done, eliciting a groan from Merlin.
Merlin could feel all his blood rushing south as he scissored his fingers inside, occasionally grazing against the bundle of nerves. The young warlock wrapped his other hand around his prick, jerking himself till he was on the edge.
Merlin craved Arthur at that moment and wished it was him inside rather than Merlin’s own fingers. He imagined Arthur taking him several times in the day, pinning him to various surfaces, taking him till his knees were weak and thoroughly wrung out.
Merlin was so close, yet he wanted to hold off. He could feel his anal canal sucking his fingers in, contracting to a vicelike grip as he clung to the edge, not letting himself fall over.
He then pulled his fingers out, quickly dressing, and adjusting himself, so that his lust would not be so clearly visible.
Merlin pushed Arthur’s door open with his foot, turning the knob with his elbow, and kicking it closed. In one hand he held a tray of rather precariously piled food, in the other, he held clean laundry. And with his chin, he clung to a small vat of lavender oil he had procured from Gaius, earning a rather cheeky and knowing smile from the old man.
Merlin carefully set the items on the Prince’s desk and then pulled apart the bed curtains to be presented with the image of the Future King sprawled across his bed, naked, with his covers mostly thrown off, shielding a quarter of his buttocks and one leg.
The young warlock tossed the rest of the blankets aside and then poked Arthur’s side, “Roll over you big lout.”
The Prince’s only response was a loud groan, so Merlin took matters in his own hands, pushing his arms under Arthur and trying to physically move him onto his back without much avail. The only reaction Merlin receives was Arthur shoving a palm in his face and pushing his away.
The prat was absolutely useless.
Merlin had to come up with a better way to rouse the prince or he would take his erection in his own hands soon, perhaps spilling overs Arthur’s back. It was a pretty sight to masturbate to after all.
This gave the dark-haired boy an idea.
He tossed his clothes into a pile near the foot of the bed and lowered his torso between Arthur’s thighs. He then pulled Arthur’s arse cheeks apart and gazed at the perfect, pink puckered hole. He then blew a hot breath on it, eliciting a soft moan from the prince while his thighs tensed slightly.
Merlin smiled at that and dragged his tongue across the pucker, feeling a shiver rack through Arthur’s body. The prince was definitely awake now, though Merlin was having a bit too much fun to stop. Merlin lightly bit one globe and went back to alternating between licking and blowing on the tight hole, with Arthur lightly quivering under him the entire time, physically willing himself to not make a sound.
Merlin then speared his tongue, stiffening it as he pushed into the tight ring of muscle. A loud long moan erupted, that Arthur could not suppress. His cheeks flushed red as he pushed them deeper into his pillows and the blush crept downwards, the color running down his back and onto his buttocks. Merlin practically preened at the sight, thoroughly enjoying the reaction he was getting from his normally control-freak master.
He speared his tongue inside Arthur several more times and nipped as his butt cheek before pulling away. He knew Arthur was not ready to be taken in this manner. He knew what the king preached to his son, “Arthur, you can take whomever you wish to bed, but no one of noble standing should let himself be taken or penetrated. It is a sign of weakness and a task for servants. Take whomever you wish, you are the prince, but if I ever find out you let yourself be taken I will put you in the stocks and watch as I let my knights take you there.”
Merlin could not even begin to fathom the depths of Uther’s cruelty, but then again the man had committed mass genocide against Merlin’s people and would have Merlin executed if he thought him to have even a lick of magic.
Merlin banished the thought quickly, as he saw Arthur lifting his head and smiling down at him.
“Turn over, clot pole.” Merlin said, “the amount of effort I have to apply to wake you…”
That earned him a laugh as Arthur turned to his back.
Merlin could see the impressively red penis that was full and ready, and his insides clenched at the thought of lowering himself on it.
The prince then rose to his elbows and raised an eyebrow, “Well you woke me, so lets put the morning to good use.”