[ There are a lot of ways you could say Eggsy Unwin is predictable, and this is only one of them. His litany of moans lifts in pitch when Harry changes tack - turns from appreciation and almost awe to a kind of frustration. The kind that feels incredible, but it's not enough anymore, not enough and he knows Harry's doing it on purpose and maybe it's so he'll last or something but shit, he couldn't care less if he tried. ]
No, no, Harry c'mon--
[ There's more squirming now, just a little, enough to vent some of his impatience without making it seem like he doesn't want this. Fuck, no. He's never wanted anything more. Just c'mon, do that thing you were doing before, that was good, come on... ]
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No, no, Harry c'mon--
[ There's more squirming now, just a little, enough to vent some of his impatience without making it seem like he doesn't want this. Fuck, no. He's never wanted anything more. Just c'mon, do that thing you were doing before, that was good, come on... ]