Merlin couldn't recall how the night had started, or the events leading up to his being in the prince's bed. At some point there was kissing and pushing and clothes were removed, and curtains and sheets were pushed aside, and suddenly Merlin was lying in a royal bed with a prince hovering over his body, kissing him amorously.

Then Arthur was descending below the sheets and the rest was a flurry of touches and kisses and moans and feelings that Merlin couldn't quite place, and it all ended in an explosion of something inside that made the servant shudder and groan with delight. Then Arthur was moving up, kissing Merlin's body as he went. Merlin released the bed sheets he didn't realize he had been clutching and, with a shaky hand, touched the side of Arthur's face. It was warm, and Merlin's cold hand made the prince flinch. The boy pulled away but Arthur's hand came up to greet the back of Merlin's, pressing it down again.

After a moment, Arthur broke the stillness to lie down next to Merlin. The servant felt alone, and moved his head to rest it on the prince's chest. Arthur slid his arm around Merlin's back and placed his hand on the boy's hip.

The night would pass into morning, the two men had their separate duties, and the magic that had touched the two lovers would fade, but at night, they would be untouchable.

Author's Note:

I don't actually remember when I wrote this. It's oooold. But, if you like it, let me know.

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