[ eggsy lets out a little moan, anticipating what's to come when thomas quiets. his lips tighten around thomas' cock as he swallows. once. twice. working thomas through it, lingering to ensure he gets every last drop, dragging along thomas' oversensitive cock for a final tease and pulling off with a wet pop. he opens his eyes then, heavy-lidded yet sharp on thomas (the part of his lips, the rise and fall of his shoulders as he comes down from orgasm). no one can blame him for his breath hitching now, can they? definitely what he wanted, caught between smugly pleased with himself and stupidly turned on, with the crotch of his trousers wet and his jumper too hot on his skin. his breathing stays uneven.
he doesn't let go of thomas' hand, even when he sits back on his heels and brings his free arm to wipe at his mouth. part him wants to quip something light — about how gentlemen never make a mess — but he's not suave enough to pull it off presently, opting instead to idly rub at his jaw. it's a come down for both of them, in a way. ]
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he doesn't let go of thomas' hand, even when he sits back on his heels and brings his free arm to wipe at his mouth. part him wants to quip something light — about how gentlemen never make a mess — but he's not suave enough to pull it off presently, opting instead to idly rub at his jaw. it's a come down for both of them, in a way. ]