Steamy Winter, Part II - (Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, winter)
Arthur frowned thoughtfully, stripped the rest of the way himself - dropping his clothing carelessly - and joined his lover on the still-cool stone. He hissed at the feeling, then tugged Merlin back into his lap. “Good idea for once, Merlin.”
“Have them sometimes, you know.” Merlin replied, grinning, as he followed Arthur’s unspoken request.
They both gasped as Merlin rocked across Arthur’s lap; both of them too exhausted - and too wound up - for anything more complicated.
Arthur groaned, biting Merlin’s shoulder and sliding back to rest against the cold glass. He bucked up against Merlin, ignoring the fact that his bare skin was on display in the window as they both shuddered in blissful release.