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It was too late when Merlin realised that the sweet smell in the clearing didn’t come from the poppies nor the daisies, but from those tiny blue and yellow oddly shaped flowers that gave the field that especially ethereal beauty.
“Hold your breath, Arthur!” Merlin yelled, trying to warn his prince, whose horse was just a few paces ahead of Merlin’s.
“What?” Arthur turned around in his mount, but it was too late already.
Both prince and horse stopped, and when Merlin reached their side, covering his nose and mouth with his neckerchief for protection, Arthur’s pupils were blown wide and he was panting.
“Arthur,” Merlin dismounted quickly. “Are you alright?”
“Never better. Why are you hiding Merlin?” Arthur questioned, smiling lopsided at him. “Come on, you have such beautiful lips. They should be kissed, not hidden.”
Merlin wouldn’t believe what he just had heard coming from Arthur, but it gave him a clear idea of what the flowers were doing. Arthur dismounted, too, and tried to pull Merlin’s scarf away from his face.
“No, Arthur." Merlin moved his head away enough to avoid it. "The flowers are toxic and you smelled them. I need to take you away from here.”
“No, why? I feel amazing.” Arthur looked at him, directly to the eyes. The clear blue was almost gone. “Merlin, I feel free for once in my life.”
“I’m not sure I like the sound of that,” Merin confessed.
“You don’t?” Arthur pouted, his hand falling. “I was so sure I was reading the signals right…”
“Arthur, listen to me. Nothing would please me more than you telling me this two minutes ago. On your own. But the flowers in this clearing are affecting you, and that’s why you are confessing. I fear you’d regret it once your head is clear.”
Arthur blinked, and Merlin thought that some part of him might not be as affected by the pollen as the rest.
But a second later, the prince pulled so quickly at his scarf that Merlin didn’t have time to react. Arthur pressed their bodies flush and Merlin felt the rigid column of flesh in his groin pressing tight against his own. Even though Merlin tried to hold his breath against the assault of the pollen, his own traitorous body betrayed him, and he was hard against Arthur almost instantly.
“I’d regret nothing.” Arthur said, firmly.
He kissed Merlin. At first it was a tentative lips-resting-on-lips sort of kiss, and Merlin got the impression that a small part of Arthur was still present and was giving him a chance to say “no” and push him away.
Instead, Merlin lifted his arms and hugged Arthur tight against himself, and opened his mouth to breathe Arthur’s own air.
The kiss heated as soon as the sweetened air got into Merlin’s lungs as well.
The sensation wasn’t as exhilarating as Merlin thought it would have been. He felt desire, yes, but he had always felt like this for Arthur, ever since he had met the clotpole at the marketplace, despite being a bully and a prat.
But now, thanks to the flowers' scented air, he felt free to act upon it. Surely that was what Arthur was referring to.
However, there had been one thing that had stopped Merlin acting upon his feelings before: the fear of knowing that he wasn’t being entirely sincere with Arthur. And it was still there.
“I need…” Merlin started to say.
“Yeah, me too.”
Arthur’s hands sneaked inside this tunic, touching the naked skin of his abdomen. Merlin moaned into the kiss, and curled his tongue around Arthur’s inside his mouth. He grabbed Arthur’s arse with strength, forcing their groins to rub together.
The sounds Arthur was making were so arousing, for a moment Merlin thought he could come in his pants just hearing him.
They fell on their knees on the grass, panting into each other's mouths, and lowered their clothes enough to take out their hard cocks.
“Gods, I want to suck you,” Merlin said, eyeing Arthur openly.
“Later.”
Arthur got them together in his strong hand and stroked them long and slow. Merlin’s overexcited mind realised it was his sword-hand, and that thought aroused him even more.
“Oh, Arthur. I’ve wanted this for so long!”
“I’ve wanted so many things.” Arthur licked his neck and bit down. Merlin gasped, not just at the pleasurable sensation, but at the realisation of that Arthur was leaving marks in his body. For everyone back at home to see.
Arthur moved his hand expertly along their lengths and Merlin groaned, thrusting his hips up. It made Arthur speed up.
“We'd do them. Later,” Arthur insisted.
Merlin couldn’t even answer, his belly tingling and his balls tightening with his impending orgasm.
“Arthur!”
He came hard, and Arthur still stroked them, lubricating his own cock with Merlin’s seed. That was so hot, that Merlin’s pleasure didn’t stop until Arthur came as well, shouting his name.
Merlinl's lungs still felt full with the sweet pollen, and his need for Arthur wasn’t yet abridged. He wanted to confess everything to Arthur before this went any further, but he knew this wasn’t an ideal moment either.
“We need to leave this place, Arthur.”
“I want more.” The prince’s pupils were still blown and his cock against Merlin’s, was rock hard just like his own.
“I want you in me, Arthur… But I want to ride you comfortably in your bed.”
At the image those words provoked, Arthur groaned and kissed him hard, stroking their lengths leisurely.
"Take me back to Camelot, please?” Merlin pleaded.
“Alright.”
With great difficulty, kissing endlessly and touching non-stop, as well as with the help of a couple of pushes of magic, they managed to make it out of the clearing.
A few miles away from it, Merlin felt his lungs finally clear of the pollen. Back in their horses, Merlin looked at Arthur.
“How do you feel?” He asked.
“Are you asking me if I regret what happened?” Arthur’s eyes were finally back to their amazing blue.
Merlin smiled shyly, but nodded.
“No, I don’t,” Arthur answered. “I want you as my lover, if that’s what you want, too.”
Merlin couldn’t help the grin that spreaded in his face.
“You know, I wanted to do something with you as soon as we get home,” he said, mischievously. “This time, without any pollen interfering.”
“Great.” Arthur smiled in return. There was a moment of silence. “Also, do you think you’d manage to tell me about your magic before we fall into bed, or should I have to hold my breath?”
THE END