Work Text:
Merlin loves the act of sex itself, of course he does. His favourite part is immediately afterwards though; both catching their breaths, all limp and heavy bones sunken deep into the warmth of the bed, their bodies still humming the song of their lovemaking, tingling skin reminding them of their fevered touches. Arthur shifting so he can look at Merlin with sleepy eyes – still flecked with lust and need and want – and a lazy smile, gathering him closer into his arms, brushing a gentle kiss against Merlin’s temple, murmured words breathed into his ear, "I’m glad I’ve got you, Merlin."