[ 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. ]
[ Then he'll have to convince him with another kiss and then another and another. All surprisingly soft and sweet. None of them lasting longer than a second or two...
He was doomed.
His hand does gingerly rest on Eggsy's shoulder to pull him closer. He does expect to be held tonight, thank you. ]
[ Alright, yeah - that's probably the best way to go about convincing him. It takes a minute, but with every single one of those kisses he relaxes a little bit further until he's moving in close, pliant again and making these occasional little purring hum sounds of contentment - fucking putty in Harry's hands.
Eventually he'll find himself a space, fit against the older man, nose buried in the hollow of his neck. Sleep is starting to pull at him now that his heart rate's down again, and he can't tear himself away. ]
[ Harry would only disturb this to pull the blanket from under them. He needed to make sure that Eggsy was comfortable, after all.
Other than that? He is not allowed to leave his side. Not for anything. Harry will hold him for as much of the night he can. Eventually, he'll fall asleep with the warmth and security of Eggsy in his arms. ]
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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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He was doomed.
His hand does gingerly rest on Eggsy's shoulder to pull him closer. He does expect to be held tonight, thank you. ]
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Eventually he'll find himself a space, fit against the older man, nose buried in the hollow of his neck. Sleep is starting to pull at him now that his heart rate's down again, and he can't tear himself away. ]
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Other than that? He is not allowed to leave his side. Not for anything. Harry will hold him for as much of the night he can. Eventually, he'll fall asleep with the warmth and security of Eggsy in his arms. ]