[ with thomas' hand finally brushing over more of his skin, eggsy drags in a quick, shuddery breath. definitely too keyed up, too close, too easy to tug over the edge. he doesn't anticipate the touch, exactly, still caught up in all his fantasies until thomas begins properly teasing him, but he's obviously appreciative. ]
Yeah, yes, Thomas. [ not begging, but there's something yielding in his encouragement. the taction sets eggsy's nerves alight, the perfect complement to the light friction he gets from straddling thomas.
one hand fists in the rumpled fabric of thomas' shoulder and the other cups his face to allow for a hungrier kiss. ]
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Yeah, yes, Thomas. [ not begging, but there's something yielding in his encouragement. the taction sets eggsy's nerves alight, the perfect complement to the light friction he gets from straddling thomas.
one hand fists in the rumpled fabric of thomas' shoulder and the other cups his face to allow for a hungrier kiss. ]