[ he allows himself to let out a soft moan at the movement of merlin's hips, and he reciprocates—pressing down against the boy, though he wonders if it's even possible to move any further into merlin. he could feel his cock twitch, both he and it obviously pleased by the warm heat that his friend provided. it was a snug hold, not tight, but still good enough that the feeling of arousal was never too far away. ]

I fear you'd enjoy the lessons too much. [ he rests his lips against the corner of merlin's mouth—still grinning, smirking. he's amused and hopelessly enamored—for as many times as he's told his servant to shut up, he actually did enjoy the boy's blabbing. ]

And you're naturally incompetent. Who knows how long it would take you to get better… [ he kisses the boy; he can't help himself. the nerve-endings in his lips desire more contact, and he won't deny them that. ] I've the stamina, sure—but the time? I can't spend all my afternoons entertaining you in my bed.