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Arthur moved uncomfortably on his chair. Never before a meeting with the Knights of the Round Table had seemed longer or more tedious. It wasn’t their fault of course; the raids of other Clans at their borders were as alarming as they had always been, and the harvest in this weather deserved his attention.
It was just that the scent that surrounded Arthur the same way his cape was doing, was impossible to ignore.
Nobody else seemed to notice it, because no one else could smell Merlin like his Alpha could.
Arthur was having the hardest time trying not to turn his head and sniff the dark-red fabric, imagining Merlin naked, on his bed, covered only by the cape, the emblem of his pack on his shoulder, golden and bright. The image in his head was so intense — Merlin using his cape to rub his cock to full hardness, putting his long fingers inside his body and cleaning his slick on it, leaving his smell everywhere — that he felt his nostrils flare now.
It was driving him insane.
Weren’t Alphas supposed to be the ones with the power over Omegas? Oh, but Merlin wasn’t a normal one. Whereas that had been what had attracted Arthur so powerfully to him, right now it was an uncomfortable struggle.
“What do you think, Sire?” Leon asked.
Arthur looked at him, angry at himself for not having paid attention and annoyed at Merlin for having this power over him. He wetted his lips and opened his mouth, but only a groan escaped.
“I think it’s time for a recess,” he said.
“I concur,” agreed Gwaine, already standing. “I’m starving!”
“Alright. We’ll meet again after supper,” Arthur commanded.
He tried to hide his arousal with his cape, but the smell of Merlin was even stronger like this. He all but ran towards his chambers. He was going to have more than words with the little brat.
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Arthur could be very silent when he wanted to. He opened the door to his chambers to find Merlin at the foot of his bed, shortening Arthur's clothes, his back to the entrance. Merlin was so concentrated in his duties he didn’t realize that his Alpha had entered.
For Arthur’s peace of mind, the smell to his Omega was stronger here, mixed with Arthur’s own. It calmed his possessive instinct just a little.
Merlin tossed Arthur’s favourite red tunic so as to fold it, but instead, he put it close to his face, sniffing it everywhere as if he was trying to find a concrete smell. Arthur knew his clothes, recently washed, smelled like lavender. Was Merlin trying to check if some of Arthur’s own smell was still there?
Suddenly, Merlin took away his own tunic and put on Arthur’s. He closed his eyes and rubbed it all through his chest and stomach, his arms and neck, like he was making sure his own scent would attach to the clothes.
If Arthur hadn’t smelled Merlin himself on his cape, he would have sworn that usually, Omegas wore their Alpha’s clothes to feel safe. They didn’t coat their partner’s clothes of their own smell to… what, exactly? Make them horny?
Arthur was already close enough to touch. Surely his Omega couldn’t smell him because he was too busy in his own dirty mind. A quick look confirmed that Merlin had opened his trousers and was rubbing his hard cock with the lower part of Arthur’s tunic.
“Little minx!” Arthur grabbed Merlin by his waist and turned him around.
Merlin screamed, terrified until he realized it was his Alpha who had touched him.
“Arthur.” Merlin’s voice sounded relieved.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Arthur pressed their bodies together, inhaling deeply where Merlin’s shoulder's met his neck, where his scent was stronger.
“Folding your clothes?” Merlin answered.
Merlin’s body was all hard angles and strong muscles underneath that lithe figure. Arthur loved to dig his fingers in his hips and lift him from the floor, throw him to bed and hear him gasp.
“Try again,” Arthur’s voice was filled with lust. He unlaced his trousers and took them off hastily, while Merlin kicked his own and got further back on the bed.
“I was folding your clothes, Sire?” Merlin smirked. He opened his legs for Arthur to come between them.
Arthur kissed him hard on the mouth, taking Merlin's cock covered by the fabric of his own tunic and tugging at it.
“Can’t you be a normal little Omega for once?” Arthur sucked on the skin of Merlin’s neck, leaving the mark of his teeth.
Merlin gasped, arching his body up to get friction and helping Arthur out of his shirt.
“You’d get bored. Oh, fuck, Arthur!”
Arthur loved to kiss and suck at Merlin’s pale skin. To pass his lips and tongue through his hairy chest and dark nipples. He loved to hear Merlin gasp and make him thrust up while licking his stomach and navel. Arthur’s mouth watered in anticipation of having Merlin’s cock filling it, hard and leaking. But his favourite thing was the way his fingers disappeared into Merlin’s body and came out wet, smelling deliciously of his Omega. His, his, his…
Arthur needed all his effort to rein his Alpha instinct to just take and fuck Merlin, when Merlin went pliant in his arms. His blood roared for the need to possess. It was the only true-Omega thing Merlin could do, submit to him like this, but Arthur wouldn’t have him any other way.
Despite being young and horny, Merlin wasn't in heat right now, and taking a possessive, full-on-mood Alpha could hurt him.
“What do you need?” Arthur asked, biting down gently on Merlin’s chin.
“Your seed. In me.” Merlin was panting, pushing his hips down trying to find Arthur’s hard cock and guide it to his hot wet hole.
Arthur inhaled deeply, getting drunk on Merlin’s scent, of his love and lust. He pushed hard and deep onto his mate, bottoming out in one go and making Merlin cry out for him. “Yes!”
He set up a punishing rhythm that couldn’t last, but for the way Merlin moved underneath him, his long fingers digging on Arthur’s arse pressing strongly and surely leaving marks, that was exactly what Merlin wanted. One of Merlin’s hands moved to touch how stretched he was around his cock, and the view, the gasp it provoked, made Arthur even harder.
“Arthur!” Merlin moaned.
His soul swelled with the sound of his name falling so beautifully from his mate’s mouth; the same happened to his knot — something that shouldn’t be happening outside of Merlin’s heat.
“Merlin,” Arthur warned. “Merlin, I’m…”
“Yes, please. Knot me.”
His Omega pleading was more than Arthur could stand. The pleasure started to be so much he couldn’t control it anymore. He rutted against Merlin’s pliant body with possessive strength, grunting against Merlin's open mouth and looking directly at his deep-blue, trusting eyes.
He came as deep as he could go, his knot enlarging in his pleasure and forcing Merlin’s own orgasm without having been touched.
They kissed, their tongues saying even more than their words ever could.
The scent of Merlin’s come drying between them was so strong, that it calmed Arthur, made him a little light headed and sleepy.
“Don’t you dare get asleep on top of me, you oaf,” Merlin said, his voice low and a little parched, trying to sound commanding despite the tenderness with which his hands caressed Arthur’s sweaty skin.
Arthur smiled lazily, but moved as much as his knot allowed him.
“What’s wrong Merlin?”
Merlin lowered his eyes to Arthur’s chest, suddenly shy.
“Oh, come on. Don’t play the good little Omega on me. What happened for you to try to impregnate all my clothes with your scent? Have I done something to make you all jealous?”
“No.”
“Merlin. I love you. Look at me. There’s nothing wrong in what you did. I just want to know why you did it, that’s all.”
Finally, Merlin looked up, eyes bright with embarrassment. Arthur kissed him softly, encouragingly.
“It’s just…” he gulped. “You know how when I wear your clothes, no Alpha dares to come close because they smell you?”
Arthur nodded. It was his way to protect Merlin, especially when he was in heat.
“I feel so safe, and I love you so much for it. I just wanted you to feel like I do. I thought that if you could smell me in your clothes, you could remember that I love you and you’d feel safe, like I do.”
He didn’t know why an Omega would think an Alpha would need to feel safe and loved by his mate; but Merlin wasn’t a normal Omega and Arthur loved for it.
“Never change, my love,” Arthur said, with so much feeling he thought his heart would burst.
“You’d get bored.” Merlin smiled.
THE END