Arthur was tipped back against the wall, his mouth open for breath and staring at the small arrow-slit window over Merlin's head, trying to work out how it could possibly be that good with Merlin, of all people.
This is both insanely hot and incredibly sweet and I enjoyed it immensely. I loved this take on their characters, it was fun and silly but also nice and heart warming. Essentially the boys have a moment and then another moment and then a lot more 'moments'. I think I enjoyed this so much because of simply how sweet and charming it is. It's nice to read a fun story with depth but not too much angst and I just loved it.
So this was not going to be a regular thing, no matter how unbelievably fantastic it had been just wanking off together in the hallway just now. He did not need to know how much better it might get if he shoved Merlin into his bed and—
Merlin turned away from the basin, then gulped and said, "Oh," also in a certain degree of horror, and then rather unwillingly, his eyes dragged over and looked at the bed.
Arthur wavered a moment longer, struggling; but indecisiveness was a sin Uther had cured him of by age thirteen, so he said, "All right, bloody come here already," and Merlin nearly tripped over his own feet, trying to get across the room and take off his tunic and his trousers and his boots all at the same time.