[Eggsy grips at Merlin's shoulders and arms best he can, though his movements are awkward. He wasn't expecting to be lifted up in such a way, but he wasn't going to complain, well at least he wasn't until he's abruptly sat back down. Onto the desk. He makes a sound to show his frustration, because he'd much rather be touched or something instead of tossed around and left, but his complaints die in his throat as the older man gets close. Eggsy's voice is just as low, though nowhere near the same tone.]

Maybe I ain't in the mood to be doin' what I'm told.

[He spreads his legs, leans forward, fingertips running across the desk.]

Maybe I don't think you're gonna do anything' 'bout it, cause if you was, I'd already be on my stomach.

[His tongue darts out to wet his lower lip, a slight flush staining his cheeks, anticipation causing his pulse to race, and he only hesitates a moment before his hands and legs move, attempting to wrap around the older man's body to pull him in.]