BoyxBoy smut

52 ~Quick visit ||Merthur ~

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No POV

Merlin's arms cling around his boyfriend and prince's waist, his head resting against Arthur's shoulder as they rode to Ealdor.

"How much longer?" Merlin asked becoming inpatient.

"Merlin, relax. We will make it there before sun down," Arthur spoke, enjoying the ride with him.

Merlin huffed in defeat. He couldn't help but notice the gorgeous flowers that grew alongside the path. They reminded him so much of Arthur.

"They're pretty, just like you," Merlin spoke causing Arthur to blush.

"You're such a girl, Merlin."

Arthur pulled the horse to a slow pace pulling Merlin in front of him. "What are you doing?" Merlin asked as shifted to have both legs over the horse.

"Can I wrap my arms around my boyfriend?"Arthur asked, kissing the boy's neck.

"Y-yes." Merlin moaned as he was caught off guard.

"Don't worry I'll save the fun part when we get to Hunith," Arthur joked.

"There's only a single bed." Merlin spoke as he pulled Arthur away from his neck. "Mother always keeps one there for when I visit. It's not going to be like your bed back in Camelot, but it'll work."

"I don't care, Merlin, as long as I'm with you. I don't care," Arthur pulled the boy in for a kiss.

Merlin kissed back, however not too much, he didn't want to excite his prince before they got to Ealdor.

When they arrived to Hunith, Merlin called for his mother finding her nowhere in sight. "She must be out gathering herbs," Merlin spoke.

Arthur allowed the horse to graze in a nearby field, as he walked over to Merlin.

"I'll make some dinner." Merlin said as he walked into Hunith's hut.

Arthur nodded, a few minutes later he placed the horse in the stable and joined Merlin in Hunith's hut.

"Get comfortable, it's your favorite."

"I can't get comfortable without you," Arthur spoke as he wrapped his arms around Merlin's waist.

"I can't cuddle you if I'm cooking."

"That's fine, doesn't mean I can't pleasure you while you do," Arthur ran his hand underneath Merlin's shirt, circling the boy's sensitive nipples.

"A-Arthur, I'm cooking," Merlin shuttered.

"Yes, you are indeed." Arthur replied, but never stopped. Arthur's hand travelled down Merlin's body, palming the boy through his trousers.

Arthur's hand travelled down Merlin's body, palming the boy through his trousers. "A-Arthur," Merlin moaned, his hand gripping the edge of the table.

"You're so sensitive, baby. I love it."

Merlin pushed back against the prince, feeling how turned on he was. Arthur pushed his hand inside the boy's trousers, feeling that he wasn't wearing any underwear.

"If I didn't know any better, I would think you was hoping your mother wouldn't be here," Arthur spoke.

"M-maybe." Merlin whimpered as he pushed  back against Arthur.

"You want me to take you on the table, baby?" Arthur asked pulling Merlin's pants down.

"What if my mother walks in?" Merlin questioned as he continued making Arthur's dinner.