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[mannersmaketh]

[Eggsy sees that quick upward flick of Merlin's eyes and he grins, pleased and more than a little thrilled that the older man's decided to humor him like this. He goes onto his stomach easily, lets his body be bent over the desk, props himself up on his elbows. He lets his head drop, forehead pressing to the cold metal.

Fuck, he wants to push his hips back, wants more, but he also wants to see how far he can get this to go.]

That, uh. I shouldn't touch your stuff, yeah?

[He smirks, a breathy and light laugh causing him to shift on the table.]

Or that I shouldn't touch my stuff, while sittin' in your chair.

[Eggsy kicks his legs out in a move meant to unsettle Merlin, perhaps make him fall on top of him. He thinks that if the man feels how warm and solid Eggsy is underneath him that maybe he might forget all about talking and just teach him that lesson.]

[hornrimming]

Very good.

[ Merlin sidesteps Eggsy's leg easily, and yanks down Eggsy's open jeans and pants together. A gentle caress is in stark contrast to everything else, but comes as the only warning before he brings his flat hand back down hard against the curve of Eggsy's ass. ]

Say it again.

[mannersmaketh]

[Eggsy groans, smirks thinking Merlin's going to give him what he wants, exactly how he wants it, but that smirk falls away, a flash of heat shooting through him as Merlin spanks him. Fucking spanks him. Like he's some naughty boy that needs punished and Eggsy is no.. well, yeah, maybe he is, and he has no idea why, but he really, really liked it.]

I shouldn't touch your stuff. W-won't touch your stuff again.

[Which isn't entirely true. Eggsy squirms, wants more but he's not sure how to ask or what.]

'less you're not around.

[hornrimming]

[ Eggsy is a very naughty boy indeed, and has earned himself another hard smack. ]

Cheeky.

[ He brings his hand down a third time, before letting it rest, a gentle stretching across reddening cheeks. ]

Try that again, lad, what are we not to do?

[mannersmaketh]

[It's starting to sting a little, the kind of heat that he knows he'll feel for a couple of days, that'll remind him of what they've done in here.]

Touch your stuff.

[His back arches minutely when he feels that palm, fingers light, resting on sensitive skin.]

Won't touch your stuff no more, yeah?

[hornrimming]

And?

[ No masturbating in his chair, Eggsy, unless you want to get spanked again. He slides his hand down to cup Eggsy's cock, his palm pressed against the young man's balls. ]

[mannersmaketh]

[Now this is where it'd get tricky. He could be honest and say he'd try, though he'd probably fail, or lie and say he wouldn't, when he'd still probably break his word later. The reaction was too much of what he wanted to keep him from not doing this again.]

I'll.. [A sharp inhale, back arching, elbows pressed to the table.] Fuck, I won't wank in your chair either, Merlin.

[hornrimming]

[ 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. ]

Well that's a shit lie if I've ever heard one.