He was drunk and if he'd been looking at himself from the outside, he probably would be cringing super hard. Yup, this wasn't at all normal behavior, but somehow he couldn't help himself. Time to be super charming, be super duper extra seductive. Show a little neck, give her a little squeeze, and she'd be his right? That was how you woo'd, right? Yeah sure. He had a lot of experiences with women. Not ...really, no, but the women he knew somehow had been charmed, and now that he was drunk that meant he was extra charming.
Mercuxio was glad though that she'd accepted his offer, and when she finally let him into his room, he half-stumbled after her, closing the door with a decisive click. Mercuxio grinned, unable to contain small chuckles as she pressed her hand to his chest, where his heart raced and his stomach lurched with a pleasing jolt, where his lower belly warmed.
He didn't mind the little touches, the force, even the fed-up attitude that she clearly was putting on. Well, maybe, he didn't know here that well yet. But he wanted to, and he saw no reason they shouldn't start now. With a shrug his jacket came off and pooled to the floor and he gently coaxed her backwards toward the bed.
"Chilly nights up here are probably not all that different than being on the coast," he reasoned delicately. Mercuxio nodded and pressed his hands to her hips, fingers digging into cloth and bunching it in his grip, gently coaxing it up. "All kinds of ways to warm up. Ohh, my darling, you're so cool to the touch."
Merric licked his lips and bit down on his lower one, eyes flicking from her eyes, to her lips, to her bosom and he leaned down on his knees, coaxing her dress up. "I know a poem. I'll spell it out for you," he muttered, and with a swoop her shorts fell, eased down by delicate fingers, and his took a long lapping kiss against the inside of her left thigh, kissing there until her body was as flush as his was.
He listened to her little responses, the small breaths inbetween each kiss and he soon leaned in to lick at her sex. Tongue tricks that left him a little less tied. Even drunk Mercuxio had always waxed poetic.