[ A gentleman is still a man. A man has limits. Harry is deadly afraid of what will happen when he allows his mind to wander too far from the man in front of him.
Man. Not boy. A young man, though. A very young man who didn't seem to much care about this factor and was soon wrinkling a perfectly fine suit. Another thing that Harry could hardly care about. There were cleaners within Kingsmen for a reason. A press should be the least of their concerns. Eggsy's hands can focus on Harry because the latter is doing the opposite. Trendy and unflattering clothes needed to come off. Sooner rather than later - all while walking them backwards to the stairs. They'd have to split for that one. ]
[ Fuck splitting for the stairs, as far as Eggsy's concerned they can fuck on the stairs, even if he is pretty sure Harry won't have it. Something about it being unbecoming of a first time. If he thinks anyone's cherry's getting popped here though, he's about to get violently disabused of an illusion or two.
Unbuttoning Harry's shirt is weirdly erotic. Maybe because he never sees him like this, the gentlemanly veneer cracking in places other than what's been specifically calculated. The kiss breaks for a moment and Eggsy sucks in a loud breath before going for the other man's neck. Hickies, while not totally appropriate, are kind of a specialty. ]
[ And fuck if he was going to turn one down. There were healing creams, make up, a good scarf if he got absolutely desperate to cover it up. Harry gasps half in surprise and half of pleasure. He's a little thankful Eggsy distracts himself from the dusted grey on his chest. Why the curtains can't match the drapes he'll never know. ]
Eggsy.
[ He breathes out as he tries to get them to split apart. The younger man's shirt has long since been tossed to the wayside. He nods towards them. ]
[ Again Eggsy looks Harry up and down, and again it's not because he decided to. He swears under his breath - this, a flustered and disheveled Harry because of him, is an image that goes straight to the wank bank.
He considers arguing the merits of just going for it right here, then reconsiders. It'd be faster just to do as he says this time. ]
Alright - c'mon.
[ Because he's definitely grabbing a fistful of the sleeve of his newly-unbuttoned shirt to hurry the other man up the stairs with him. ]
[ Does he have to be so tempting? Here? When they needed to be in a much better place for this? Harry wasn't opposed to rough, wild fucking. IN fact, that was sort of the goal for the evening. He at least liked to pretend there was some slow build up.
Eggsy's training was that, one could argue.
Harry chases after him with a grin and does not let his hand wander far from the perfect curve of his tight ass. ]
[ It's partly a question, and it's hard to tell if he's impressed by that thought or just thinks it's funny. Probably a little of both. The swat makes him laugh and there's a definite spring in his step to get finally inside - kicking off his Nikes that by now are as thoroughly fucked as he's hoping to be, chucking his cap on the floor next to them and sitting back onto the bed.
He's not as skinny as he looks with all his clothes on. Probably because he always gets them a bit big - habit since he was a kid, when his mum would tell him they couldn't afford to be getting clothes that 'won't fit you for five minutes'. Not much growing he's got left to do, but still plenty of room for it.
Even when they're too big, trackies don't do much for hiding a hard-on, though. Eggsy's counting on it - grinning like the little shit he is, motioning with his hands like well? gonna do something about it? ]
He's tried once or twice, which meant that he had to be well read on the subject. Turned out to not be his cup of tea, but Eggsy didn't need to know that at the moment. Anything to maintain his level of mystery.
Harry follows suit to strip off shoes, socks, and shed his barely-on shirt. Much more neat than Eggsy's but hardly as neat as he would be any other time. He's just as anxious.
If... not as hard. That is met with a quirk of his brow. Eyes taking plenty of time looking from the bulge in his trousers to wonderful muscles. Harry isn't so bad himself. Not nearly as defined but certainly toned and with hints of grey along his chest and down his happy trail.
He crawls atop the younger man to give him a slow but searing kiss, one that speaks of how much he's wanted this since-- well. Since he started falling for him, he supposes. His hand palming the curve of his bulge. Eggsy was young. Surely he could go twice without any problem. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Harry is absolutely smug and not hiding a bit of it. Although it is naturally masked with being pleased. Eggsy so willing and needy and calling out his name already.
He kisses again to apologize for having to pull away. Trousers and pants off at once. Another minor pause to admire what he has to work with. Not bad at all says the look he gives Eggsy before nodding up the bed. ]
[ There's a flicker there, actually, almost of uncertainty. Eggsy seems so confident most of the time because that's what you've got to be, but when he watches Harry look him over his eyes soften from their don't-give-a-shit sharpness. Something in his chest jumps in that split second of not being sure, of unexpected shit what if he doesn't-- and then it swells when he gets what looks like an unspoken seal of approval.
Something. He's not about to call it his heart or anything, but y'know. Something in that area.
He's vaguely thankful for the instruction to move because it means it's less obvious, the little shake he does to snap himself out of it. His lip is between his teeth again, this time with anticipation, watching Harry's every move (his every fucking sexy move). Honestly, he's not really sure what's about to happen. He's gone twice before, plenty of times, but he's never had that be the plan. ]
[ Get ready for it to be the plan. As if there was any doubt that Harry would greatly appreciate whatever Eggsy had beneath his pants. He was in so deep, it could be alien and he'd still gladly manoeuvre around it. That thought was pushed to the edges of his mind. He would not be thinking about how much this young man meant to him.
Instead, he'd gracefully shed his trousers and pants at once. Fair was fair after all. Oh, and pay no mind to what he had packing, half hard already. He certainly wasn't thinking of himself. All he was really thinking of was climbing atop the bed and Eggsy and giving biting kisses to his hip. If he had the willpower, he'd leave a mark. Harry himself was a little impatient. ]
[ Okay, that's a lot of visual in a pretty short time. Eggsy catches what looks like a tattoo on the back of Harry's shoulder, but before that can sink in - Jesus fucking Christ. That's definitely the biggest dick he's ever seen in his life. That's fucking porno level, and for a second he's actually worried.
There's not long for that though, either, because then Harry's mouth is on his hip and the moan he can't hold in at the first bite is embarrassingly girlish. This is already more creative than he's used to - he's used to straight sex, get in and get out, hump 'em and dump 'em. Should've known it'd never be like that with Harry. Always sort of did, to be honest.
He sets his jaw, grits his teeth, but until now he didn't know he liked to be bitten so much and the sounds keep forming in his throat. His hips don't want to sit still either, making tiny but incredibly obvious rhythmic pushing motions. ]
[ Yes. Excellent - perfect, even. This is exactly what Harry wanted. Eggsy moaning and groaning far too soon. Desperate and wanting for him to do any and every thing to him...
Harry looks up at Eggsy with the canting of his hips as if he were looking over the rim of his glasses. They aren't there, thankfully. No free shows for Merlin. He brings up a hand to still Eggsy's hips. ]
Patience, Eggsy. I assure you you'll get what you want twice over.
[ Harry gives a patient smile, nearly innocent. It goes away in an instant. To throw him off guard, he takes all of him with hardly any teasing. Was that his own desperation showing? He didn't care. He tasted wonderful. ]
[ Eggsy's about to say something to that - something about how it's taking too long because it's not right the fuck now, but then it is right now and the breath he's taken to form words comes out as just one. ]
Fuck..!
[ Surprise and pleasure in equal parts, knees bending and falling open like he could somehow surrender himself more to how amazing that feels, and because something tells him not to grab Harry's hair he grabs a handful of the sheet below him instead. Eggsy's eyes roll back for a moment and then he looks down again. He's not thinking about Merlin at all when he thinks about how the only way to make this view more sexy would be to add those fucking glasses. ]
[ Followed by sucking so hard he just might suck the life right out of him. How was that for not soon enough, Eggsy? Hearing him swear from an overload of pleasure was better than any symphony or birdsong.
Now to make it worse.
Harry hardly lets his eyes fall from Eggsy's face. The way he bites his lip and tilts his head. The way he squirms with every rise and fall of Harry's mouth. He's practiced in the art of pleasure. The difference is Eggsy isn't some quick lay or for the sake of a mission. He wants this. He wants to hear Eggsy come undone. That is why he pulls his mouth away to let his tongue writes poetry along his shaft twice or maybe even three times. Enough to get him canting and impatient and then take him all again much slower than he had been before. ]
[ 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... ]
[ Harry would smirk if his mouth were unoccupied. He should be ashamed at how much this was driving him absolutely mad. Toying with Eggsy while giving him the blowjob of a lifetime - because of course he was, he was only 22.
Best to leave that particular thought behind. He takes mercy on him and gradually speeds it up. Very gradually. Never too fast and never in too much of a predictable rhythm and God does he fucking taste wonderful. Harry loses himself for a moment and moans around him. Any time you like, Eggsy. Please. Please come. ]
[ If he could think right now, Eggsy would be thinking about how it's pretty embarassing how quickly he's got to this point. To where he's nearly literally begging for it. It's by the skin of his teeth that the words haven't come out of his mouth yet, and that's only because Harry took pity on him when he did. ]
Yeah, shit, like that-- [ His squirming takes on a different character, probably familiar to the other man, words arrested in his throat and coming out in fragments that are supposed to mean don't stop but whether they say that or not is anyone's guess.
He's surprisingly quiet about it when he comes - his back bows to almost its full extent, face pink and screwed up with pleasure, but as he goes rigid and comes and comes and comes he barely makes a noise at all. It's made up for once he's done though, once he slumps back against the bed, panting hard and swearing with every other exhale. ]
[ His O face is hilarious. Really, it's probably one of the least attractive things that Harry's seen a man make. It's charming, really. And not nearly bad enough to get him out of the mood or appreciate the hot cum down his throat any less.
Harry takes every drop of it and swallows, of course. Likely, his cock is now cleaner than when they started. ]
Do you really want to know?
[ He asks with a face far far too pleased with himself. Harry hardly gives him a moment to catch his breath before he's kissing him again. More controlled despite how much harder he is. ]
[ Alright mate, Eggsy's a lot of things but he's not fuckin' dirty, okay.
But yeah. He doesn't really want to know. For the first time now, he does think of Merlin. Lucky that's when Harry kisses him again and wipes that image out of his head.
He almost purrs into the older man's mouth, heart still racing and still a bit breathless but no less willing. This time he's got Harry naked above him, he can touch him all he wants - and he's not shy about that, licking languidly into his mouth as hands find shoulders and upper arms and sides. ]
[ Oh God, no. Never Merlin. Very good friend, Merlin. But Harry was not one to usually mix pleasure with business. Usually.
The kisses are much more... calm. Even than their first. They take their time to really appreciate what the other can do, what they feel like. Harry truly relaxes under Eggsy's touch and presses them closer. He very much wants to be as close as possible to Eggsy. All this might turn out to be one hell of a dream. He breaks the kiss to continue giving light ones at the corner of his mouth, his cheek, down to his jaw... ]
[ There's that thing again. A kiss to the corner of his mouth and he's fucking reeling out of nowhere, his stomach does - something - and his heart jumps into his throat. He hears himself sigh into the air and presses closer still, lifting his chin to expose his neck better. He's almost expecting to be bitten again, to be walking around tomorrow with the best trophy lovebite he's had in ages - just the thought makes him extend his neck that little bit more. ]
[ One could feel it in the air. Sex was almost forgotten about, if it weren't for his cock making very loud demands of him.
Eggsy offering himself up like this sends a special thrill straight to his chest and then to the more demanding parts of him. It was incredibly unprofessional to have one. For both of them? Downright irresponsible.
So, Harry lets his lips ghost down Eggsy's neck while letting slow breaths tease out more light touches where skin couldn't reach. He settles right where half of the bite will be hidden by his suit collar. Bragging rights aren't just for the young. His teeth slowly graze across his skin with tongue following close behind. His heart skips several beats and for the life of him he can't understand why. It's so simple, hardly romantic. He only knows that every touch Eggsy gives leaves warmth in its wake. ]
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Man. Not boy. A young man, though. A very young man who didn't seem to much care about this factor and was soon wrinkling a perfectly fine suit. Another thing that Harry could hardly care about. There were cleaners within Kingsmen for a reason. A press should be the least of their concerns. Eggsy's hands can focus on Harry because the latter is doing the opposite. Trendy and unflattering clothes needed to come off. Sooner rather than later - all while walking them backwards to the stairs. They'd have to split for that one. ]
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Unbuttoning Harry's shirt is weirdly erotic. Maybe because he never sees him like this, the gentlemanly veneer cracking in places other than what's been specifically calculated. The kiss breaks for a moment and Eggsy sucks in a loud breath before going for the other man's neck. Hickies, while not totally appropriate, are kind of a specialty. ]
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Eggsy.
[ He breathes out as he tries to get them to split apart. The younger man's shirt has long since been tossed to the wayside. He nods towards them. ]
Upstairs, second on the left.
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He considers arguing the merits of just going for it right here, then reconsiders. It'd be faster just to do as he says this time. ]
Alright - c'mon.
[ Because he's definitely grabbing a fistful of the sleeve of his newly-unbuttoned shirt to hurry the other man up the stairs with him. ]
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Eggsy's training was that, one could argue.
Harry chases after him with a grin and does not let his hand wander far from the perfect curve of his tight ass. ]
Any preferences I should know about?
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[ He's sort of walking halfway backwards to both allow the touching of his arse and still throw a grin at Harry. ]
Not into that fifty shades shit, if that's what you're asking.
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Neither am I because it's far from accurate.
[ Now a good swat as the enter the bedroom. ]
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[ It's partly a question, and it's hard to tell if he's impressed by that thought or just thinks it's funny. Probably a little of both. The swat makes him laugh and there's a definite spring in his step to get finally inside - kicking off his Nikes that by now are as thoroughly fucked as he's hoping to be, chucking his cap on the floor next to them and sitting back onto the bed.
He's not as skinny as he looks with all his clothes on. Probably because he always gets them a bit big - habit since he was a kid, when his mum would tell him they couldn't afford to be getting clothes that 'won't fit you for five minutes'. Not much growing he's got left to do, but still plenty of room for it.
Even when they're too big, trackies don't do much for hiding a hard-on, though. Eggsy's counting on it - grinning like the little shit he is, motioning with his hands like well? gonna do something about it? ]
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He's tried once or twice, which meant that he had to be well read on the subject. Turned out to not be his cup of tea, but Eggsy didn't need to know that at the moment. Anything to maintain his level of mystery.
Harry follows suit to strip off shoes, socks, and shed his barely-on shirt. Much more neat than Eggsy's but hardly as neat as he would be any other time. He's just as anxious.
If... not as hard. That is met with a quirk of his brow. Eyes taking plenty of time looking from the bulge in his trousers to wonderful muscles. Harry isn't so bad himself. Not nearly as defined but certainly toned and with hints of grey along his chest and down his happy trail.
He crawls atop the younger man to give him a slow but searing kiss, one that speaks of how much he's wanted this since-- well. Since he started falling for him, he supposes. His hand palming the curve of his bulge. Eggsy was young. Surely he could go twice without any problem. ]
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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. ]
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He kisses again to apologize for having to pull away. Trousers and pants off at once. Another minor pause to admire what he has to work with. Not bad at all says the look he gives Eggsy before nodding up the bed. ]
Get comfortable.
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Something. He's not about to call it his heart or anything, but y'know. Something in that area.
He's vaguely thankful for the instruction to move because it means it's less obvious, the little shake he does to snap himself out of it. His lip is between his teeth again, this time with anticipation, watching Harry's every move (his every fucking sexy move). Honestly, he's not really sure what's about to happen. He's gone twice before, plenty of times, but he's never had that be the plan. ]
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Instead, he'd gracefully shed his trousers and pants at once. Fair was fair after all. Oh, and pay no mind to what he had packing, half hard already. He certainly wasn't thinking of himself. All he was really thinking of was climbing atop the bed and Eggsy and giving biting kisses to his hip. If he had the willpower, he'd leave a mark. Harry himself was a little impatient. ]
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There's not long for that though, either, because then Harry's mouth is on his hip and the moan he can't hold in at the first bite is embarrassingly girlish. This is already more creative than he's used to - he's used to straight sex, get in and get out, hump 'em and dump 'em. Should've known it'd never be like that with Harry. Always sort of did, to be honest.
He sets his jaw, grits his teeth, but until now he didn't know he liked to be bitten so much and the sounds keep forming in his throat. His hips don't want to sit still either, making tiny but incredibly obvious rhythmic pushing motions. ]
Nnn, fuckin' hell...
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Harry looks up at Eggsy with the canting of his hips as if he were looking over the rim of his glasses. They aren't there, thankfully. No free shows for Merlin. He brings up a hand to still Eggsy's hips. ]
Patience, Eggsy. I assure you you'll get what you want twice over.
[ Harry gives a patient smile, nearly innocent. It goes away in an instant. To throw him off guard, he takes all of him with hardly any teasing. Was that his own desperation showing? He didn't care. He tasted wonderful. ]
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Fuck..!
[ Surprise and pleasure in equal parts, knees bending and falling open like he could somehow surrender himself more to how amazing that feels, and because something tells him not to grab Harry's hair he grabs a handful of the sheet below him instead. Eggsy's eyes roll back for a moment and then he looks down again. He's not thinking about Merlin at all when he thinks about how the only way to make this view more sexy would be to add those fucking glasses. ]
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Now to make it worse.
Harry hardly lets his eyes fall from Eggsy's face. The way he bites his lip and tilts his head. The way he squirms with every rise and fall of Harry's mouth. He's practiced in the art of pleasure. The difference is Eggsy isn't some quick lay or for the sake of a mission. He wants this. He wants to hear Eggsy come undone. That is why he pulls his mouth away to let his tongue writes poetry along his shaft twice or maybe even three times. Enough to get him canting and impatient and then take him all again much slower than he had been before. ]
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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... ]
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Best to leave that particular thought behind. He takes mercy on him and gradually speeds it up. Very gradually. Never too fast and never in too much of a predictable rhythm and God does he fucking taste wonderful. Harry loses himself for a moment and moans around him. Any time you like, Eggsy. Please. Please come. ]
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Yeah, shit, like that-- [ His squirming takes on a different character, probably familiar to the other man, words arrested in his throat and coming out in fragments that are supposed to mean don't stop but whether they say that or not is anyone's guess.
He's surprisingly quiet about it when he comes - his back bows to almost its full extent, face pink and screwed up with pleasure, but as he goes rigid and comes and comes and comes he barely makes a noise at all. It's made up for once he's done though, once he slumps back against the bed, panting hard and swearing with every other exhale. ]
Where the fuck d'you learn to do that...
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Harry takes every drop of it and swallows, of course. Likely, his cock is now cleaner than when they started. ]
Do you really want to know?
[ He asks with a face far far too pleased with himself. Harry hardly gives him a moment to catch his breath before he's kissing him again. More controlled despite how much harder he is. ]
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But yeah. He doesn't really want to know. For the first time now, he does think of Merlin. Lucky that's when Harry kisses him again and wipes that image out of his head.
He almost purrs into the older man's mouth, heart still racing and still a bit breathless but no less willing. This time he's got Harry naked above him, he can touch him all he wants - and he's not shy about that, licking languidly into his mouth as hands find shoulders and upper arms and sides. ]
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The kisses are much more... calm. Even than their first. They take their time to really appreciate what the other can do, what they feel like. Harry truly relaxes under Eggsy's touch and presses them closer. He very much wants to be as close as possible to Eggsy. All this might turn out to be one hell of a dream. He breaks the kiss to continue giving light ones at the corner of his mouth, his cheek, down to his jaw... ]
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Eggsy offering himself up like this sends a special thrill straight to his chest and then to the more demanding parts of him. It was incredibly unprofessional to have one. For both of them? Downright irresponsible.
So, Harry lets his lips ghost down Eggsy's neck while letting slow breaths tease out more light touches where skin couldn't reach. He settles right where half of the bite will be hidden by his suit collar. Bragging rights aren't just for the young. His teeth slowly graze across his skin with tongue following close behind. His heart skips several beats and for the life of him he can't understand why. It's so simple, hardly romantic. He only knows that every touch Eggsy gives leaves warmth in its wake. ]
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