Which left Merton in a pretty vulnerable position really. He wriggled and laughed, trying to free his hands but giving up finally, fingers plucking at Gideon's trousers. Which was the most he could move his hands. "Can't get into your pants at all, like this," he pointed out.
He could still move his legs, and he wriggled again before bending one knee up and then hooking his calf around Heath's legs.
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