[ thomas wouldn't mind it. quite the opposite, really: if eggsy wanted to open him up and then fuck him, he'd enjoy that a great deal — but eggsy is too keyed up for that, isn't he? too close already. it doesn't take a professional investigator to tell, what with the roughness to eggsy's voice, the sigh that was almost lost in their kiss. ]
Yeah?
[ nightingale's limbs feel heavy with satisfaction, but his mind's no less engaged than it was before, his chest no less full of emotion and want. coming has taken away none of his intensity.
it's easy, then, to dip the fingers of the hand already on eggsy's arse below the waistband of his trousers, skimming them over one curve and the cleft between eggsy's cheeks before finding the spot he'd been searching for, just behind eggsy's balls. he slides a finger over it, teasing first and then exerting some pressure.
not a spot eggsy had mentioned, but thomas doesn't expect eggsy'll mind. he leans in for another kiss. ]
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Yeah?
[ nightingale's limbs feel heavy with satisfaction, but his mind's no less engaged than it was before, his chest no less full of emotion and want. coming has taken away none of his intensity.
it's easy, then, to dip the fingers of the hand already on eggsy's arse below the waistband of his trousers, skimming them over one curve and the cleft between eggsy's cheeks before finding the spot he'd been searching for, just behind eggsy's balls. he slides a finger over it, teasing first and then exerting some pressure.
not a spot eggsy had mentioned, but thomas doesn't expect eggsy'll mind. he leans in for another kiss. ]