[He's barely given any time to fully enjoy the sight of Gwain half naked before him before the knight is on him like a wolf on his prey. Merlin is caught up in Gwaine's kisses as he kissed him back. Anything he wanted?]

Make it so that I might be late to my duties tomorrow?

[The wine has definitely loosened his tongue a little]

Make it so that my toes curl and I can't remember my name and my throat and arse is sore tomorrow.