Smut Prompt:
Merlin didn’t make a habit of letting others in on his secrets, even if they had a right to know. His fear led his need for control, and as long as he had that, he could convince himself that everything would be okay.
He doesn’t know when Leon got through to him, but on the day he allowed himself to slink into the man’s quarters, to sit on the edge of his bed and wait, he wordlessly let the other man hold some of his burden.
When the knight returned from his patrol, ignoring Merlin until he squirmed, eventually rewarding him with the bliss of an orgasm when he settled himself down, he allowed the younger man’s shoulders to sag as the heavy weight of their daily lives lifted. It was only then that Merlin knew he would be okay. That Leon would take care of him, and he’d give him his thanks.
