LucifersSeraphim

This was not going as he had planned. Not as if he had had planned anything in advance, but Merlin didn't like what was going on. No, really, he was used to Arthur being annoying and a prat but he didn't need both those aspects to be combined and worsened by alcoholic intoxication of the king. Merlin was laying on the ground with a handful of Arthur on top of him, straddling his hips, pinning him to the ground, with four pairs of eyes staring at them both – whether their looks were intrigued, disgusted or confused was something Merlin couldn't tell which was to blame on Arthur being in his field of vision. So how had he gotten into thi