It was 2:45pm on a Thursday. At this exact moment Merlin should have been learning about WW2 in Mr Gharrah's class. Instead, he was hidden behind the bike shed with a rather flushed, disheveled looking Arthur Pendragon, who had his trousers around his ankles, head thrown back against the wood, chewing his bottom lip.
Merlin was in his idea of heaven. Arthur's cock in his mouth, completely at his mercy as he made him fall apart under his ministrations. He swallowed around him. Lips curving into a smile as Arthur moaned and writhed.
"Merlin!" he gasped breathlessly. "Oh dear God-"
Merlin pulled back and swirled his tongue around the head and sucked hard on it. Arthur's hips jerked of their own accord and thrust him into Merlin's mouth as he came with a groan.
He pulled Merlin up to him and kissed him sloppily. "Much better than R.E."