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His Royal Majesty, Prince Arthur Prat of Wales, was laid on a towel, fully naked, on the deck of the private yacht the Monaco Royal Family had lent him for their weekend stay during the summer holidays.
Sunbathing , he had said.
Showing his dick to any paparazzi with enough zoom to capture an image of his Royal Dick, Merlin would have said.
Although, maybe, Merlin had to admit, the zoom wouldn’t have to be that potent. If they managed to get Arthur from this far away, then they would be able to see the prince’s thick cock as well, even soft. The man was definitely well endowed!
Anyway, it was practically impossible to get the privileged view Merlin was getting. The yacht was docked a good twenty miles away from the main port.
Merlin was going to fucking kill Arthur.
It was so hot in Monaco that Merlin was sweating, even without doing anything. The sun was bright and reflecting on every white surface of the yacht, and of course the whole boat was burning to the touch. Merlin hated the heat, and he was feeling especially irritable because nothing worked to stop it, not even at night. He had been sleeping poorly and he was sure the fact that he felt short of breath was due to the heat, and not his growing arousal.
The fact that Arthur’s very naked body was like on display, (one arm stretched backwards, above his head, legs slightly parted, letting Merlin see the crack of his arse, the other hand scratching the sweat away from his treasure trail), wasn’t improving Merlin’s mood in any way.
“Do you mind covering yourself? You’re making my job harder than it already is!” Merlin grumbled, sitting uncomfortably in one of the comfortable long couches in the shadow.
Arthur opened his eyes only for a moment. “Am I making you hard, Merlin?”
“That’s not what I said!” Merlin shouted, indignant. He still covered his hard-on with his pad and crossed his legs, regretting already that the heat had forced him to wear only a t-shirt and his swimming trunks.
Arthur got up from his towel in a single move, his tanned body glistering in the sun from sweat. Merlin gulped.
It wasn’t enough that Arthur knew very well how to pose to show off the well sculpted muscles of his thighs. He needed to also place his hands on his narrow hips so that his fingers pointed directly to his heavy, half-hard cock, as if it weren't already obvious.
The muscles of his abs were a mouth-watering temptation, and the light hair on his chest made Merlin want to run his fingers all over it to clean the sweat away.
Arthur looked to one side, and sighed.
“Fuck, I’m hot,” he deadpanned.
And just like that, he padded to the pulpit and dove headfirst into the sea.
“Arthur!” Merlin yelled.
He almost leaped from his chair but, in the end, he only glared at Leon, who was calmly looking at the scene from one side of the deck, as if he weren’t the bodyguard.
“Aren’t you going to do something!?”
“Yeah.” Leon pushed his sunglasses further up his nose. “I’m going to take a break. It’s getting way too hot in here.”
Merlin wanted to yell at him that it had been too hot since they docked, since they got to Monaco, and ever since the Mediterranean Sea had appeared during the Earth formation! But Leon had already disappeared into the stateroom area.
A few minutes later Arthur climbed the ladder, looking satisfied and grinning.
“Fuck, it’s cold!”
Arthur’s blond hair was glued back, and his summer-blue eyes were bright with mirth. His skin had broken beautifully into goosebumps due to the change in temperature. Pearls of water run fast down his body and Merlin gaped at him, unable to articulate a word.
Arthur let puddles the size of his feet all over the bow deck until he reached Merlin, and he tried —Merlin bloody tried— not to stare at the way Arthur’s cock hadn’t shrunken an inch, at how the head dripped water, while the clotpole came closer, having realised they were alone on the deck.
“Close your mouth, Merlin,” Arthur sneered, hovering over him.
“What in the hell, Arthur!” Merlin tried to save his pad and mobile from the saline water spilling over them by putting them on the other side of the long couch. “I work with these! What are you doing?”
“You’re sitting on the towel.” Arthur pulled, and something moved underneath Merlin’s arse.
“Yeah, cover yourself, for God’s sake!”
“You’re no fun.” Arthur dried the excess of water from his face and put the towel on his neck, leaving the rest of his body exposed. “There. Satisfied?”
“I hate you so bloody much.” Merlin felt his nostrils flare, frustrated.
“No, you don’t.” Arthur said, cockily. He took a step closer, putting his knee between Merlin’s naked legs. “Besides, it’s treason to hate Royalty.”
“No, it isn’t. You’re insufferable, and this is a free country.”
“We’re in Monaco,” Arthur reminded him.
“Still. I hate being your PR.” Arthur’s knee slid forwards on the couch until it found Merlin’s hard cock. “You’re a fucking tease.”
“You love it. The job, and me being a tease.”
Arthur leaned in and licked the inside of Merlin’s mouth. He retreated immediately after, smirking.
Merlin gasped. He watched Arthur’s cock, in front of him, thick and long and radiating heat in a way that the rest of Arthur’s body, still cold and wet from his dip into the sea, wasn’t.
“You do realise that there might be drones trying to capture a snapshot of your arse, right?” Merlin said.
“Wouldn’t they prefer a frontal?” Arthur made to turn around, but a smack on his arse stopped him. Arthur hissed, and looked down at Merlin, surprised.
“Enough!” Merlin ordered.
Arthur’s arse had been cold to the touch, an incredible contrast of temperature and the overheated skin of Merlin’s hand. Now Merlin could clearly see the imprints where he had hit Arthur, and how a flush spread all over Arthur’s chest. The prince’s cock twitched in front of Merlin’s mouth, hardening even more.
“You liked that,” Merlin affirmed, elated in his discovery.
Arthur’s eyes had darkened and his lips were parted, his breathing coming in short pants. Still looking directly at the prince’s eyes, Merlin hit him once more, this time just a little harder. Not enough to hurt; just for it to sting.
Arthur moaned and his hand grabbed his cock to give himself a long stroke. Merlin licked his lips.
“You truly want us to make it to the papers, don’t you?” Merlin asked, hitting Arthur’s tender skin again with his open palm.
Arthur’s whine sounded amazing, and it made Merlin’s blood race south, his own cock leaking in the transpirable fabric of his swimming trunks. Even more so when Arthur moved and guided his cock so that he could rub the head all over Merlin’s mouth.
When a full circle had been made, Merlin stuck out his tongue and followed the motion, stimulating Arthur’s glans. Then, Arthur pushed Merlin’s lips open with his cock and started fucking his mouth. He was still cold, which Merlin thanked god for, and he tasted like the sea. Merlin decided to suck him until the only taste he could remember was Arthur.
Merlin grabbed Arthur’s arse, enjoying that the skin was chilly and wet, and relaxed his throat, allowing him to go deeper, while he inserted one dry finger into his body. Arthur groaned passionately above him, and pulled at his hair.
“More,” Arthur demanded, and increased the rhythm of his thrusts, making Merlin’s eyes water.
With his free hand, Merlin slapped him again, then inserted a second finger. The heat inside Arthur was amazing, one he would never complain about, and he was relaxed. Arthur’s cock left his mouth, and he started pushing back to meet Merlin’s fingers halfway.
“Merlin,” Arthur’s whole body shook with passion.
Merlin knew very well what he needed. He pushed his swimming trunks down as much as he could with his free hand.
“I have nothing to ease the way,” Merlin said, a hint of regret in his voice.
Groaning with frustration, Arthur spat in his hand and wetted him with as little stimulation as possible. Still, Merlin moaned deeply and took his fingers out of the prince’s arse, so that Arthur could put his knees on each side of Merlin’s legs and align Merlin’s cock with his entrance.
“Careful,” Merlin said in a low, aroused whisper.
But Arthur was too far gone for gentleness. Merlin was engulfed in hot tight heat, slowly but without stop, until his balls touched the cold, wet skin of Arthur’s arse.
“Oh, fuck!” Merlin leaned back and, instead of finding the back of the couch, he hit himself with the wall of the cabin in the head. “Ouch!”
“Clumsy.” Arthur’s laugh shook, but he passed his fingers gently through Merlin’s head as he started moving his strong body up and down Merlin’s length.
“Shit, Arthur, I’m not going to last.”
“Good,” Arthur stroked himself, and Merlin slipped out of his t-shirt.
They kissed deeply as Arthur took him even deeper, and angled his body so that Merlin could hit his prostate as they moved.
“I want you to come inside me,” Arthur said, his mouth resting on Merlin’s. “I want to lay back on the towel, sunbath and feel it leaking back out while you watch.”
“Fuck, Arthur!”
Merlin came, biting down on Arthur’s lower lip. Arthur’s ass tightened around him and he came hard on Merlin’s stomach.
Panting, breathless, Arthur rested his forehead against Merlin’s.
“We need to stop doing this, love.” Merlin shook his head, and looked at his husband, the Prince Prat of Wales, with a castigating look. “We are truly going to end up in the papers.”
“You love it.” Arthur’s smile was soft.
“I love you . But one day, being your PR is going to prove to be a living hell. You just wait.”
Arthur laughed at him and Merlin slapped him on the arse.
He felt Arthur’s ass contract around his cock, still inside. Arthur hissed quietly.
“You are having a hard time with the heat, aren’t you?” Arthur asked, suddenly, caressing Merlin’s sweaty nape.
Moving gently, Merlin disentangled them and nodded, kissing his husband softly. As much as he liked making fun of Arthur, he was still the love of his life and he wouldn’t change him for the world.
“We’ll leave tomorrow, alright?” Arthur kissed him again, a small peck, before standing up. “But before we leave…”
Using his superior strength, Arthur tugged at Merlin’s wrist. He captured Merlin in a tight grip and briskly crossed the few metres that separated the lounge in the shadow to the sun-lighted overheated pulpit. With his swimming trunks still around his ankles, Merlin fell into the shockingly cold sea still in his silly husband’s arms.
When they resurfaced, gasping for breath, Merlin glared at a laughing Arthur.
“Not so hot now, love?” Arthur mocked.
“I hate you so bloody much!”
“I told you. It’s treason to hate me, Merlin.”
“Shut up and kiss me, dollophead.”
THE END.
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