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[ Roxy, of course, is quite purposefully pushing each and every one of his buttons, to get him on edge, to catch his attention. Of course, she didn't get so far that it might be a turn off, just enough that it put him on the edge. She wants him riled up, she wants him to eagerly follow her his stairs, to either have her put him in his place or he in hers.

For now, it seems that he is content to play her game, to follow her lead. And she climbs up his stairs with a purposeful, enticing sway of her hips, hands capable of killing a man in a matter of seconds, move to slide along his bannister for a few steps before she reaches back with a swift movement to unfasten her bra.

slipping her arms through the straps smoothly, she pulls that lacy bit of fabric from her body, sliding it along the railing until she is able to drape it over the top of the bannister and disappear into his bedroom.]

Edited 2016-01-15 03:35 (UTC)

[ She's like a spider this one, and Merlin walked in knowing full well he would be caught. He's so often in charge with his partners, the ones who like a strong hand, the ones who like to be tied up and told what they want from someone with authority. Even with Harry, though they have gotten comfortable over the years with switching it up, is desperate for attention. Perhaps that's part of what Merlin likes about Roxy; she knows exactly what she wants, and he'll take the cues that she gives when she gives them.

It's nice to be able to be the cheeky one for a change.

He stands in the doorway to his own bedroom with his shirt half undone, arms crossed over his chest. Her bra, taken from the banister, hangs from his finger. ]

I believe you dropped something, lass.

[ Roxy isn't one to refuse a partner who takes charge, she never minds relinquishing control. But she enjoys having control, being the one to steer the ship, so to speak. Roxy has no qualms seeking what she likes and taking it for her own. As is evidence by the way she got into Merlin's home and had led him up the stairs like she had him hooked on a leash.

She gives him a stern yet somehow still amused look over her shoulder when he presented her with the bra, letting it hang from his finger as he does.] Drop it on the floor. And get on the bed. [ She turns around and speaks with a sarcastic tone, to set the mood.] Please and thank you. [ While she's in control for now, her tone means she's open for a change. Later.]

[ He does as he's told (she'll be Arthur when she's his age, at the rate she's going), her bra dropping to the floor and quickly followed by his own button down. Just his undershirt and trousers then, cock starting to stir beneath them. He's down on the bed rather quickly, sitting up his hands sliding up the back of Roxy's legs to step just below the crease of arse becoming thigh. ]

You are fucking marvelous.

[ She doesn't mind that he undresses himself but when he dares to reach out and touch her, she has to resist the urge to let him. It feels nice, better than, but she's playing a certain game, being a certain character. So as his hand slides up her body, she moves to push at his shoulders, more like a shove. ]

Don't touch, yet. Now move. Further back.

[ His hands go up in front of him in concession, palms forward and very much away from her skin. With a yes ma'am he slides back as he's told, leaning back on his elbows. Watching her in all her confidence, not even touching her or himself, he's already half fucking hard. ]

Might I strip down at least?

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.]

[ 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.

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.]

[ 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. ]

[ 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?

[ 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?

[ 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.

[ 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?

[ 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.

[ 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. ]

[ 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.

Edited 2016-06-10 02:13 (UTC)

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