[ The words are mumbled in a hot whisper against the older man's lips, hands at his shoulders, one in his hair, undoing it from its perfectly arranged style partly to feel it and partly because it's a pretty fucking sexy thought. Harry Hart with sex hair. Harry Hart with sex hair because of him.
It's lucky for them both that Eggsy can definitely go twice.
He lifts his hips, pressing himself impatiently into Harry's hand, but not wanting to part from kissing him again to articulate it. Fuck it. He's not the one who's good with words anyway. ]
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[ The words are mumbled in a hot whisper against the older man's lips, hands at his shoulders, one in his hair, undoing it from its perfectly arranged style partly to feel it and partly because it's a pretty fucking sexy thought. Harry Hart with sex hair. Harry Hart with sex hair because of him.
It's lucky for them both that Eggsy can definitely go twice.
He lifts his hips, pressing himself impatiently into Harry's hand, but not wanting to part from kissing him again to articulate it. Fuck it. He's not the one who's good with words anyway. ]