[ Yeah yeah, princess. With a real herculean effort - grunt included - he reaches for the tissue and props himself up on an elbow to get cleaned up. Not a drop of shame. ]
You havin' a laugh? Could'a told me that weren't an RPG in your pocket, y'know.
[ Why yes he does think he's hilarious, why do you ask? ]
[ That earns an eyebrow wiggle that's equal parts challenge and promise - and he finds himself leaning in to meet it. Fuck it. Why try, he's fucked now either way. Probably some kind of Kingsman rule that you can't go soft on a superior. There's probably a special clause in the contract that says you specifically can't go soft on Harry. It's got to have happened before. And who's he? My Fair fucking Lady.
Hard to deny how his heart sinks thinking about it. ]
There actually wasn't anything in their contracts about affairs. It was something that a gentleman should already know - not to mix business and pleasure.
He really could not care less about anything but how perfectly Eggsy's mouth fit with his. He brought a hand up to gently run his thumb along his very strong jaw as the kiss parted again. ]
[ Eggsy breathes the word before he can even think, caught in the older man's gaze like a deer in headlights. There's a moment of regret then as it occurs to him that that's the polite thing to do, the gentlemanly thing, to offer - he should know the score by now, he should know better than to accept.
All he can think to do is offer an out. ]
Ain't Merlin gonna have somethin' to say about it?
[ He didn't need to be quite so gentlemanly when it was just the two of them.
Harry gives a shrug. ]
Less something to say and more
[ Here Harry gives his very best impression of Merlin looking up from his clipboard - which has been mimed - shaking his head with a look that's somewhere between Scotsman-about-to-fight and why-is-this-my-life. ]
[ Just the sight of Harry doing impressions has him snorting with laughter, and the fact that it's such a good one of Merlin only makes it better. Eggsy flops back, stretching out with arms above his head, reclining naked and comfortable like one of those statues.
Alright. Then he'll make the most of it while he's got it. Pretend for a while like he belongs here. ]
[ He kicks himself for the question as soon as he's asked it, but the truth is sometimes he finds himself forgetting to listen because he's focusing so hard on trying to be less aware of Harry.
... How he's managed to ignore this massive fucking torch he's been holding 'til now even he doesn't know. ]
[ If you're going to be like that, Harry is going to have to take things into his own hands. He gives a good poke to his armpit just to see if he's ticklish or not. If he isn't, it'll just be an inconvenience. ]
[ The reaction is immediate. Eggsy nearly jumps out of his skin trying to squirm away, upper arms clamped to his sides and all four limbs suddenly ready to play a part in defending himself.
[ As if that's a totally acceptable answer to the question. Eggsy's still suspicious that more might be coming at any moment - the kiss ends up pretty stiff because he's so sure it's to distract him and nothing else - but before long the moment seems to pass. Maybe. His guard's halfway down, but no further, not yet. ]
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You havin' a laugh? Could'a told me that weren't an RPG in your pocket, y'know.
[ Why yes he does think he's hilarious, why do you ask? ]
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Flattery gets you nowhere, Eggsy.
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I ain't flatterin' you, Harry. Ain't that nice.
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I suppose your manners do need more work...
[ And he finds himself leaning in for another kiss. Will he ever stop? Forecast calls for absolutely not. ]
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Hard to deny how his heart sinks thinking about it. ]
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There actually wasn't anything in their contracts about affairs. It was something that a gentleman should already know - not to mix business and pleasure.
He really could not care less about anything but how perfectly Eggsy's mouth fit with his. He brought a hand up to gently run his thumb along his very strong jaw as the kiss parted again. ]
You'll be staying tonight, won't you?
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[ Eggsy breathes the word before he can even think, caught in the older man's gaze like a deer in headlights. There's a moment of regret then as it occurs to him that that's the polite thing to do, the gentlemanly thing, to offer - he should know the score by now, he should know better than to accept.
All he can think to do is offer an out. ]
Ain't Merlin gonna have somethin' to say about it?
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Harry gives a shrug. ]
Less something to say and more
[ Here Harry gives his very best impression of Merlin looking up from his clipboard - which has been mimed - shaking his head with a look that's somewhere between Scotsman-about-to-fight and why-is-this-my-life. ]
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Alright. Then he'll make the most of it while he's got it. Pretend for a while like he belongs here. ]
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Harry moves up the bed and stays on his side to keep talking to him. ]
Merlin has no room to criticize anyway.
[ Harry, keep to yourself for just a moment. If only a moment. Stop kissing him. Although he's looking right at his lips as if he wants to. ]
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[ He grins, lifting his eyebrows. The stare at his lips doesn't go unnoticed and he lifts his chin a little bit as he talks, tempting on purpose. ]
He 'ad his eyes on the recruits as well, has 'e? Thought there was something funny about him an' that Digby.
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No, a more senior agent.
[ He immediately regrets the use of the word senior. A kiss to distract him from it? ]
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And at the same time, he's not the brightest bulb in the box. One eyebrow raises and for a second he looks vaguely mortified. ]
He weren't involved with Arthur, was 'e?
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Good God no. Keep your eye on Bedivere for our next meeting. He can't look away from him.
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And then, another grin. ]
That mean you've been lookin' at me then?
[ He kicks himself for the question as soon as he's asked it, but the truth is sometimes he finds himself forgetting to listen because he's focusing so hard on trying to be less aware of Harry.
... How he's managed to ignore this massive fucking torch he's been holding 'til now even he doesn't know. ]
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[ Harry answers with absolute honesty. Wouldn't it be obvious now that they've done the deed? And one hell of a deed at that. ]
More than I should but you are easy on the eyes.
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Ain't so bad yourself.
[ With yet another appreciative glance up and down. ]
Like my eggs in the mornin' fried by the way.
[ Cheeky fucker. ]
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And I like mine able to use the word 'please'.
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You gonna make me?
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Not tonight, I'm afraid. [ A sweeping look. ] But in the morning...
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I'll hold you to that.
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... Shit. And now Harry knows. ]
Harry.
[ A half-joking warning look. ]
Harry, no. C'mon.
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Ticklish, are we.
[ No more for the night. Instead, Eggsy will get another kiss. The tickle was much later, when he'd least expect it. ]
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[ As if that's a totally acceptable answer to the question. Eggsy's still suspicious that more might be coming at any moment - the kiss ends up pretty stiff because he's so sure it's to distract him and nothing else - but before long the moment seems to pass. Maybe. His guard's halfway down, but no further, not yet. ]
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