[ eggsy's voice is hoarse and his breathing picks up and oh. if thomas were a younger man, if he hadn't just come, he thinks that would do more for him than send fondness and warmth curling in his stomach -- it does more now, too, but not much, a thrill of desire that has no physical consequences but how deep the kiss is, how thorough. thomas likes chasing the taste of himself on eggsy's lips. his free hand settles back on eggsy's arse, now that they're in their earlier position again, pulling eggsy closer. ]
What do you want? [ he asks against eggsy's lips when the kiss breaks. ]
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What do you want? [ he asks against eggsy's lips when the kiss breaks. ]