[ so much for being rusty. eggsy believes thomas when he says he doesn't normally do this and hadn't indulged himself recently before the world ended, honest, but jesus fucking christ, it's hard to think that's true when thomas is expertly working him up like this. the pressure of the waistband and thomas' finger has his cock flexing, already leaking and jutting up between them.
by the time thomas has his fingers around eggsy's cock, eggsy can't help but thrust to meet him. with his eyes closed, he doesn't think about what he looks or sounds like with his cock out, all but squirming in thomas' lap, moaning open-mouthed into their kiss. with thomas, he doesn't mind the soft noises the escape his throat (and he is noisy; he knows that) — it's comfortable. ]
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by the time thomas has his fingers around eggsy's cock, eggsy can't help but thrust to meet him. with his eyes closed, he doesn't think about what he looks or sounds like with his cock out, all but squirming in thomas' lap, moaning open-mouthed into their kiss. with thomas, he doesn't mind the soft noises the escape his throat (and he is noisy; he knows that) — it's comfortable. ]