Three Way Path

Small spoilers for episode 4.

Feather Touch

It was a confusing moment for Merlin. So far the status of his relationship with that hat was him plotting on how he could shred it into hundreds of little pieces without Arthur noticing. But now he appeared to be developing feelings within the area of love-hate.

The door of Arthur's chambers firmly shut. Good. Finding himself between Arthur and Lancelot on the bed with his thighs parted. Great. A definite lack of clothing. Fantastic.

The hate part came from Arthur showing him the hat, completely on purpose, just before Merlin's scarf was pulled up and over his eyes.

He had attempted complaints. But it wasn't easy because Arthur knew exactly where to touch on his stomach to make the nerves beneath his skin tingle and twitch. He did so by running the many feathers upon the hat over Merlin, swiping them lower and lower over his stomach. Then he dragged them in an agonisingly slow way up Merlin's hard erection. It was all causing Merlin to gasp as he tried to draw in the hot air around him. His hips involuntarily jerked and he felt the heat between his legs become almost unbearable.

In comparison, he preferred Arthur's touch and would have done something about that by now. Except Lancelot was holding his arms behind his back so all Merlin could really do was squirm and hope Arthur wouldn't do anything to make his voice suddenly change pitch too much as he complained. Considering the hat appeared to be Arthur's idea, (and that he was an absolute prat), Merlin decided to try his luck with Lancelot.

"You're supposed to be on my side."

As soon as he said it, he realised his mistake and felt Lancelot's lips tighten against his shoulder.

"Why would he be?" Arthur laughed, presumably not noticing. "He's my knight."

"And I get to try next," Lancelot added.

Merlin tried to look annoyed, which was hard enough in his position. It was made even more difficult when Arthur ran the hat feathers up Merlin's erection again, then down and between his balls, managing to press much harder. Merlin ended up with his head rolled back onto Lancelot's shoulder and whined as he felt a pair of lips press hard against his neck.

END