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[meerkats]

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◉ sex!

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[atmosphered]

No-- [ She answers sternly, feigning a soft sort of frustration, moving to gracefully climb on the bed, standing over him, feet on either side of his knees.] You will do as you are told, Merlin. Do you understand? [ It was time for her to give the orders, to be in charge. And that much was clear in her expression, in her tone.]

[hornrimming]

[ There's an inkling in him that wants to bite back, that wants to be his own brand of monotonous cheek to rile her up. He doesn't often get the opportunity, with his choice of men. Always the responsible one, harping on the rules, but that rebellious streak is still there. It might even be why he's found himself a Kingsman agent to begin with.

He keeps his cheek behind his teeth for the moment, turned on and curious to see where Roxy's power would take her. ]

Yes ma'am I do.

[atmosphered]

First-- [ She moves to smooth her hands down her body as her foot lifts to push at his chest, 'urging' him to lay back.] You'll kiss the inside of each of my ankles. [ And if he lays back, she'll move to stand directly above him, her feet on either side of his head.]

[hornrimming]

[ He moves with her foot into an obedient recline. His muscles don't relax the way a submissive man's would when he sinks back onto the bed. He remains taut, the stillness of a dominant beast rescinding control but remaining ready to pounce.

He is steady, still, comfortable and ever alert. Classic Merlin, really.

Long fingers curl around her ankles and he looks up at her from below as if in challenge. He does exactly as he's told though, obedient to a tee, pressing his lips to the inside of one ankle above the bone, and then the other. ]

[atmosphered]

[ Roxanne finds power in this position, in how easily she could hurt him if he didn't trust her not to. His mouth lingers on each of her ankles, her body tenses at each touch his lips. And she finds herself aching as she watches him do as he's told. He isn't completely hers to control, not yet or may be not ever.

She can see the tension in his body still, that need to take over buzzing through him. She moves then, sinking down to her knees, positioning herself just above his head, the movement graceful as she uses the headboard to steady herself.]

Do you want to please me, Merlin?

[hornrimming]

[ Control is a fickle thing with the likes of them. If anyone in Kingsman's employ was able to be controlled entirely, they would be a liability. The excitement, then, comes from walking the tightrope and seeing whose balance falters first.

Merlin knows that hers won't, even if he shakes the line a bit.

He can smell just how much she's aching above his head; he admires her ability to be steady through it. Some people that he knows would be writhing already, but not Roxanne Morton. She's a bloody delight. His hands no longer on her ankles, they rest against her knees. He kisses the inside of her thighs, looking up. ]

I do.

[ He kisses again, differently placed but no closer to where she needs him. She hasn't told him to yet. ]

Would you like to know how?

[atmosphered]

[ Her hand moves to grab his head, to hold it steady even if her skin buzzes with the need for more of his touch, his lips. Perhaps he thinks her a delight like this but he isn't the only one enjoying it, she likes the idea of giving him the orders this time.]

Tell me how and I will decide if it suits me.

[hornrimming]

[ If he still had hair, he imagines she would be pulling it right about now. The tension in her knuckles sits tight against his skull, and he loves it. He doesn't squirm, though he could, instead opting for stillness and unwavering eye contact. ]

I was thinking that I could lick your pussy until you're soaked, and fuck you with my tongue while I'm at it. Would that suit you, ma'am?

[atmosphered]

[ You bet your ass that if he still had hair, she'd be yanking it right about now. She'd be yanking his head right between her thighs before he could even finish speaking.]

It would suit me if you'd do all you can do to make me come. I'll assess your technique and make notes if necessary.

[ Okay, so she's slipped into something like a naughty instructor. Her eyebrow perks as she looks down at him, directing his head over a little to encourage him to start.]

Get on with it.

[hornrimming]

[ Strong hands slide up the back of Roxy's thighs and he props himself further up enough to reach her cunt. He doesn't need to reply with words, instead opting to press the point of his tongue between her folds. He doesn't use his fingers to spread her open just yet, opting to let his tongue do the work. traces her hole before continuing up to flick against her clit.

It isn't long then before a hand does move away from the curve of her arse to spread her open with two fingers, allowing him access. ]

[atmosphered]

[ Roxy might have an argument with herself later which bit of Merlin's anatomy she likes best, his long, beautiful fingers, his deft tongue or his cock. For now, she's got something close to both, gasping out softly as his tongue works between her thighs, his technique is good but she knows he can do better, has done better.]


I seem to remember you promising to lick me until I'm soaked. Get on with it, Merlin.