[ 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. ]
This started out one way, about blowing off steam mostly, the we probably shouldn't do this hanging around them only making it more of a release. Eggsy's wanted Harry for ages. Started out just thinking he was fit, and got to the point where for a while the older man's been his go-to wank fantasy. Always thought there might be something there - he knows when he's caught someone's eye, not too hard to tell, but whether he can hold on to it long enough is harder.
But now it's here. Harry's here. And it's so fucking intense that even in the few desperate moments they're not kissing he can't take his eyes off him. Just them two in the world and all that bollocks. All either of them can manage to say is the other's name, and he's never heard his own sound as good as when Harry whispers it in his ear, until the hot drag of his cock gets to be too much and Eggsy's blunt fingernails dig hard into Harry's shoulders as he shudders and comes again, so hard he could swear he nearly blacks out.
There's a long silence, then. The younger man catching his breath, slumped back and staring into the middle distance, feeling boneless and fucking golden. ]
[ Harry knew there was a proper something between the two of them. He could feel and identify it from the second or third kiss. It was something he had hoped to ignore or avoid. But the act itself proved to be too much to ignore. Every move and touch sent his mind racing. As well as certain places in his chest he had hoped wouldn't be ignited again. Not in this way. Not with someone he shouldn't be with - again.
He can't bring himself to care enough to pull away. He wants so desperately to have all of Eggsy. His touch and kiss and gasping and moaning when they do manage to pull their lips apart from each other. Harry feels himself be pushed over the edge while whispering "Eggsy" against his skin. It's much more subtle than his lover's. Yet it is one of the best orgasms he's had in a hell of a long time. His whole body is left feeling as if it were away from itself. So pleased that he feels numb. He has a few more breaths than Eggsy to catch. And still he can't keep his lips off of his jaw. How he's keeping from flattening him under his weight he doesn't know. ]
[ Doesn't matter. He can't be that heavy even if he didn't bother. Eggsy gives an appreciative murmur and presses into those lips at his jaw - not so charged anymore, not all hot and needy but satisfied and comfortable. ]
Fuckin' hell, Harry...
[ He says the words at length, still a bit breathless, and for the first time he notices how much he likes saying Harry's name. ]
[ Harry smiles. A real and genuine smile, nothing like the smug looks he was giving after an earlier blowjob. The satisfaction is absolutely mutual. ]
I take it you enjoyed yourself.
[ As if there wasn't evidence of that gluing them together. Can't be assed. Not when Eggsy is still here and so kissable. He's moved on to his cheek now. ]
[ Eggsy doesn't even have the energy or will to be a little shit right now, and that's got to say something. Without thinking, he turns his head a bit, bumping Harry's nose with his. ]
[ Very telling indeed. Not nearly as telling or as sweet as the gesture he gives. Harry is a little surprised by it - it's sure to show.
That's not to say that it's not promptly returned with another nuzzle and a proper kiss. One that would linger much longer if his body still weren't overloaded from it all. ]
Finally found a way to shut you up.
[ And a kiss to the corner of his mouth because all impulse control has gone out the window. ]
[ There's this weird feeling right now like none of this counts. Like they've left real life behind for a bit and they can do what they want - Eggsy can feel his heart jump when Harry kisses the corner of his mouth like that and it's okay. In his head he knows it doesn't make sense, but it's easier just to give in to it - and fuck, he just wants to. ]
Bet you left a hell of a mark.
[ He's grinning as he stretches out his neck, looking down as if he could see it. ]
I'll remember that if you criticize my ... efforts later.
[ And now for the unfortunate and sore business of actually pulling apart. After one more sweet kiss as an apology. He could tell that he was bigger than Eggsy was used to.
Actually... Once he's pulled away and off the bed to fetch something to clean with, ]
Had you done that before?
[ Honestly curious more than anything. Eggsy's virginity was clearly long gone but the extent of that was rather unclear. And being stretched enough to take him didn't necessarily mean another person had been involved. ]
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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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This started out one way, about blowing off steam mostly, the we probably shouldn't do this hanging around them only making it more of a release. Eggsy's wanted Harry for ages. Started out just thinking he was fit, and got to the point where for a while the older man's been his go-to wank fantasy. Always thought there might be something there - he knows when he's caught someone's eye, not too hard to tell, but whether he can hold on to it long enough is harder.
But now it's here. Harry's here. And it's so fucking intense that even in the few desperate moments they're not kissing he can't take his eyes off him. Just them two in the world and all that bollocks. All either of them can manage to say is the other's name, and he's never heard his own sound as good as when Harry whispers it in his ear, until the hot drag of his cock gets to be too much and Eggsy's blunt fingernails dig hard into Harry's shoulders as he shudders and comes again, so hard he could swear he nearly blacks out.
There's a long silence, then. The younger man catching his breath, slumped back and staring into the middle distance, feeling boneless and fucking golden. ]
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He can't bring himself to care enough to pull away. He wants so desperately to have all of Eggsy. His touch and kiss and gasping and moaning when they do manage to pull their lips apart from each other. Harry feels himself be pushed over the edge while whispering "Eggsy" against his skin. It's much more subtle than his lover's. Yet it is one of the best orgasms he's had in a hell of a long time. His whole body is left feeling as if it were away from itself. So pleased that he feels numb. He has a few more breaths than Eggsy to catch. And still he can't keep his lips off of his jaw. How he's keeping from flattening him under his weight he doesn't know. ]
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Fuckin' hell, Harry...
[ He says the words at length, still a bit breathless, and for the first time he notices how much he likes saying Harry's name. ]
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I take it you enjoyed yourself.
[ As if there wasn't evidence of that gluing them together. Can't be assed. Not when Eggsy is still here and so kissable. He's moved on to his cheek now. ]
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[ Eggsy doesn't even have the energy or will to be a little shit right now, and that's got to say something. Without thinking, he turns his head a bit, bumping Harry's nose with his. ]
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That's not to say that it's not promptly returned with another nuzzle and a proper kiss. One that would linger much longer if his body still weren't overloaded from it all. ]
Finally found a way to shut you up.
[ And a kiss to the corner of his mouth because all impulse control has gone out the window. ]
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[ There's this weird feeling right now like none of this counts. Like they've left real life behind for a bit and they can do what they want - Eggsy can feel his heart jump when Harry kisses the corner of his mouth like that and it's okay. In his head he knows it doesn't make sense, but it's easier just to give in to it - and fuck, he just wants to. ]
Bet you left a hell of a mark.
[ He's grinning as he stretches out his neck, looking down as if he could see it. ]
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Harry pulls back enough to examine his handiwork and oh. Oh that is much worse than he thought it was. ]
It might even be permanent.
[ Of course it wasn't but he was in such a playful mood. When was the last time that happened without guns involved. ]
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What's worse is he can't make himself care. ]
Can't say as I'd mind.
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I'll remember that if you criticize my ... efforts later.
[ And now for the unfortunate and sore business of actually pulling apart. After one more sweet kiss as an apology. He could tell that he was bigger than Eggsy was used to.
Actually... Once he's pulled away and off the bed to fetch something to clean with, ]
Had you done that before?
[ Honestly curious more than anything. Eggsy's virginity was clearly long gone but the extent of that was rather unclear. And being stretched enough to take him didn't necessarily mean another person had been involved. ]
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