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Arthur was depressed, Merlin couldn't put it any other way. He was distracted and easily angered during court, emotionless and cold during times he would usually enjoy. Ever since he had banished Guinevere he was a mess.
Merlin had given him space and time, but that had yielded no change. It seemed Arthur wasn't going to get through this without intervention. So against the King's wishes, Merlin entered his chambers one night and confronted him about his state.
Gently he told Arthur what he had observed over the past months, asking the King to listen and realise he was bringing it up because he cares.
"... I'm worried about you, Arthur... We... we all are."
After a charged pause, with Arthur scrutinising Merlin with a scowl, Arthur finally spoke.
"Once again you're overstepped your bounds, Merlin. I suggest you leave before you say anything more. Something you might regret."
"Please, Arthur, just let me help you. Just tell me what you need," Merlin pleaded.
"Get out."
Arthur shoved Merlin's chest but Merlin held his ground. He stepped toward Arthur and then to the King's surprise he wrapped his arms around him in a firm hug.
"What do you think you're doing?" Arthur gritted out.
Arthur struggled against his embrace. Merlin only held him tighter.
"You need this," Merlin whispered to his King.
At some point Arthur stopped resisting and began to sob silently into Merlin's chest. He timidly hugged Merlin back. Merlin let him cry until he fell asleep in his arms, and then the sorcerer used his magic to help him lift Arthur to his bed and tuck him in. He put on a brave and strong front, but seeing him asleep, red around his eyes from crying, Arthur looked so fragile.
All Merlin wanted was to protect him, his best friend, and the love of his life. It pained him to see Arthur so lost.
Arthur's eyelids flickered open as Merlin moved to leave him. He reached out for Merlin instinctively, holding him by the sleeve.
"Stay," Arthur said quietly. It was not an order, but a plea. Merlin sat on the bed at Arthur's side.
Arthur didn't know exactly why he did it, but he pulled Merlin down to him and pressed his lips against Merlin's. It didn't take long for Merlin to respond. He quickly straddled Arthur and deepened their kiss. If this is how he could help Arthur, Merlin was only too happy to do this. His heart and body had ached for this for too long.
Arthur rolled them so he was on top and he roughly kissed Merlin's neck and down his chest, then back to his mouth.
Merlin wanted to kiss Arthur all over, every centimetre of his body, but there was a pressing need inside him he could not ignore. He shoved Arthur onto his back again and pulled at the strings of his breeches. Arthur helped him remove them and Arthur's cock sprung free, straining and red.
Hungrily Merlin took in the sight of Arthur's hard member. He'd seen it often when dressing or bathing Arthur, but never had he seen it erect. It was glorious. Merlin took the swollen head into his mouth, moaning at the feel of the silky bulb against his tongue. Arthur jerked forward involuntarily with the pleasure of hot, wet sensation, and Merlin held his hips tightly to keep him from thrusting. Merlin swirled his tongue around the head for a while, teasing it and getting to know it's shape.
Arthur was panting and sweating, his stomach taut with anticipation. Merlin ran his hand up over those hard abs, slick with sweat, as he took Arthur's entire length into him. He felt Arthur's reaction pulse through his body.
Merlin found a comfortable position and then released his hard grip on Arthur's hip. The man took this as a sign that he was allowed a bit of movement and Arthur thrust experimentally a few times. Merlin bobbed his head and Arthur grabbed his black hair, moaning. He held tight to Merlin's hair as he gently fucked into Merlin's mouth.
Merlin began to rut against the bed in time with Arthur's increasing thrusts. He tasted salty precome as it spurted out every so often.
Arthur's thrusts become more sporadic and deeper, Merlin matched his speed with his rutting. Arthur grunted and moaned loudly as he jerked forward, hot come filling Merlin's mouth. The sensation brought Merlin over the edge too and he came as he pressed his own cock deep against the soft mattress.
Arthur felt himself returning from his blinding orgasm. He watched as his softening cock dropped from Merlin's mouth with a sticky schlop, and another pulse of come spurted out over Merlin's face and chest. Merlin looked wrecked. Given the situation, indulging further seemed inconsequential so he ran his hand over his come spattered face and brought his wet hand to his tongue, licking away at Arthur's milk even as more spilled out of his mouth. If Arthur wasn't so incredibly spent he'd be getting hard again at that sight.
The next morning the pair spoke nothing of it, though Arthur did seem in a better mood.