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Merlin’s skin is so hot, he thinks he might actually be on fire. He’s not sure how much of that is the actual fire they’re laying in front of, but there are roaring flames in the hearth and he’s sandwiched between a fur rug and warm bodies. It’s all blending together and making Merlin feels like he’s losing his mind.
A drop of sweat slips free from his hairline and starts to roll down his face. Before he can even think to do anything about it, there are lips at his cheekbone, catching the sweat and stopping it in its tracks. Instinctively, he turns his head and gets met with with the soft lips he knows so well.
“Please,” he breathes out, not sure what he’s even asking for.
Suddenly, Gwen is cupping his face and pulling him away from Arthur’s kiss. She shushes him gently as she takes over, and hands much softer than their king’s slide into his hair.
One of Arthur’s hands starts drifting down his body and Merlin can’t help but arch into the touch. His leg brushes Gwen thigh, and she’s just as drenched in sweat as Merlin. Arthur’s sucking kisses into his neck, and Gods, it has to be salty, but he’s drowning in Gwen’s lips and can’t find himself to care.
Arthur’s hand find its way to Merlin’s cock, the way eased by the warm wetness that’s covering them all. He’s surrounded by them, their bodies moving against each other slickly, and it should probably be filthy, but its heaven.
He doesn’t want to be anywhere else.