“It’s time to wake up, clot-pole”, Merlin cheerily exclaimed, while yanking Arthur’s covers off. Arthur hadn’t been exactly asleep, but wanted Merlin to think it.
Until the moment Merlin had barged into his chambers, Arthur had been in the throws of one of the most marvelous dreams. Unfortunately, the stiffness in his cock only worsened when Merlin walked in.
“You’ve got to give a speech about armor polishing, and then you have to listen to a speech about bricklaying. And then in the afternoon, you have training, followed by a dinner with Guinevere”. Merlin’s tone was annoying as ever.
“Oh, and here’s you’re breakfast”, Merlin added, shoving a scone into Arthur’s mouth.
It took all of Arthur’s effort to not buck his hips at the sensation of being gagged. This is new. An unbidden image of the scone being replaced by Merlin, rose to his brain. In order to hide his erection, Arthur grumbled something mildly unrecognizable, and turned over.
Rather than giving him solace, Merlin simply climbed on top of him, momentarily caging him with his body, and then pulled Arthur’s blankets off, exposing him completely. Arthur did not want to think about how this made him feel. I’m king, and he’s a servant. This is just my body. There is nothing else there. Arthur took a deep breath. He was not ready to process what he felt when seeing his miserable servant’s smirk.
Of course, Merlin noticed Arthur’s predicament as soon as covers came off. However, the raven haired man did not have any mercy.
“Guess somebody is having a hard morning,” Merlin teased with a hollow chuckle, “But I already know your prick. Oops, I mean, that your a prick”.
Arthur would never get a break. Arthur grabbed the closest object, which happened to be a pillow, and chucked it at Merlin. Hopefully that would distract him for the moment.
“Looks like you want an even harder sick up your ass,” Merlin responded, easily dodging the pillow, “I wonder whose will be there next.” Arthur tried to assume he was imagining the sultry tone in Merlin’s voice. He was not going to give Merlin the satisfaction of knowing he was getting to him. Arthur did not want to think about the memories, or what he wanted from them.
With something between mocking, pity, and urgency, Merlin commanded “Get out of bed. I need to make sure you are dressed.” Merlin punctuated his command with a slight bite to his bottom lip, somehow making Arthur even more aroused. Hoping that he came off as angry, Arthur completely got out of bed, ran towards Merlin, grabbing one of his hands, twisting it around Merlin’s back, in hopes of at least restraining the idiot of a servant. Forgetting his predicament, this motion meant that Arthur was now pressed against Merlin’s but, and was holding Merlin close.
Merlin was not going to waste this opportunity, “Oh, being a tease now, are we,” Merlin, then wriggled his but into the Arthur’s unmistakable situation, “Just know that turnabout is fair play.” Arthur did not realized that he had pressed Merlin’s hips into him, at the flirtatious gesture. He is just teasing me like he always does. He means none of this.
In order to maintain some semblance of control, Arthur then moved his left hand to reach across Merlin’s waist, and used his right to make Merlin bend at the waist, but sticking out. “I don’t need a weapon to hurt you, Merlin”, he says softly, and then he smacks Merlin’s right butt cheek with a smack, hard enough to leave a mark, even above clothing. Arthur knew that the most sadistic part of this routine, was to only it Merlin once. Arthur then gruffly pushed Merlin away, after almost too gently grazing his hands down Merlin’s body. There is nothing else there. This isn’t the first time I’ve smacked Merlin. Hell, Merlin isn’t even naked.
Merlin is grinning far more widely than Arthur would have liked. Is the grin even genuine? He goes into Arthur’s wardrobe with what looks like a spring in his step, and starts to dress Arthur.
“Hmm, Arthur,” Merlin, called, using an almost singsong voice, “You haven’t worn these pants in a while, and I think I now why. Maybe you’ll be a humbled wearing something that even I would recognize as vaguely pretty. If I’m willing to admit this much to you, imagine what it will do to those who want to touch you.”
That last taunt earned Merlin a punch in the gut, followed by grabbing and pulling Merlin’s hair, with the intent to whisper a threat into Merlin’s ear. But instead of a threat Arthur grazed Merlin’s ear with his teeth and tongue, far more softly than he had intended. Arthur did not dare think too hard about what that meant.
The next thing Arthur notices is Merlin leaving the his room, carrying a laundry basket, with the door quietly closing behind the servant. Arthur was about to call out that Merlin still had chores to do within his chambers. Arthur then looks around and notices that his bed is made, his armor is polished, and set out on an armor stand, and his sword belt laid on his table, next to his now neatly stack papers. Upon further inspection of his chambers, there is nothing Merlin could possibly have left to do inside his chambers. The candles are lit, and next to each candle holder, there are two or three replacement candles. The hearth lit enough to provide heat, but with a warm low flame, appropriate for the day time. Next to the hearth, the wood pile has been refilled. On the mantle, there are even flowers, replaced with fresh ones, and one of his bedside tables has a bowl of fresh fruit, and a covered plate. Underneath the cover, Arthur sees that there is a helping of his customary bread meats and cheeses. I just woke up. How the hell did this happen? What even happened?
Deciding that he could not find a single work-related reason to recall his servant, Arthur went to the table, to finish his speech, and then see what the day had in store for him. After arriving at his table, Arthur noticed that the scroll placed neatly on the top of the pile of papers, was in fact a well written speech about armor polishing. Beneath that was a scroll that seemed have the title “Bricklaying”, and had a bunch of notes, with questions, and neat lines for him to fill in an answer. Upon further inspection, the first few paragraphs even had a neat summary of the current laws, the proposed laws, and the places that the bricklaying guild wanted something different. Huh, I don’t remember doing this. I don’t know the first thing about polishing, or bricklaying.
Merlin must be a miracle worker, as Arthur was sure he did not do all of this research. Arthur made a mental note to silently give his servant a raise, and question him more thoroughly about his “night in the tavern”, as Guias claimed Merlin was doing yesterday, when asked. Unbidden memories of Merlin’s soft flesh haunted Arthur, as he walked over to his council meeting about polishing.