There’s only one man in Arthur’s life who can make him wait patiently, whose quietly spoken commands make his body thrum with sweet anticipation.

Even after centuries of shared immortal life, Merlin’s steady presence calms his mind, worries for the world fading away as pleasure takes their place.

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