[ For a moment, Merlin doesn't move. He keeps his hand still around Eggsy's prick, as if he's trying to decide something. He isn't; he already knows exactly how this is going to go. He lets go and leans forward, resting a hand against the edge of his desk and finally pressing his hips against Eggsy's so the line of his cock, hard in his trousers, is flush against Eggsy's red cheeks. He doesn't whisper; he speaks clearly, but quietly into Eggsy's ear. ]
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Well that's a shit lie if I've ever heard one.