He watches as his manservant gently presents him his sword. Merlin’s hand finds Arthur’s, the moment fleeting but just as sweet, though never enough. He can’t help but experience a feeling of loss when Merlin pulls his hand away, a feeling of emptiness and discouragement.
However, there’s another feeling. A good one. One that could make the most intense and serious man succumb to a great wave of pleasure.
It’s then he notices how Merlin’s hand glides gently down the long, hard sword. And as he does, Arthur feels a his prick twitch. He finds that it isn’t the thought of the motion of Merlin’s hand that made his member move, but rather an actual feeling of a rough hand gently gliding down his suddenly-awake penis.
His eyes widen as he realize that when Merlin rubs the sword again, he experiences the same touch on his cock.
“Do that again,” Arthur commands, voice a little unsure but still somehow assertive.
Merlin stares incredulously but does as he’s told (for once). And as Merlin strokes it again, this time from tip to bottom, Arthur feels a sense of great pleasure starting from the head of his penis all the way down to the base, exactly in time with Merlin’s slow actions.
He smirks.
Starting from that day, Arthur makes sure to order his manservant to polish his sword every single day.
