[ turnabout's fair play, he supposes. and he can't complain when his cock has filled out under thomas' attention. his stomach flutters in expectation and his thighs practically tremble as thomas' pace picks up, pressure building low and insistent. he tilts his head, catching the corner of thomas' mouth when he looses a particularly wanton moan — ]
Thomas. [ even that sounds uneven. he'd meant it to be warning or questioning (asking for more? or if it's okay to give in right here, pressed so close?) ]
[ again, they haven't talked about it, but from the mess they've made of their clothes and the way thomas doubles down on anything that has incoherent noises spilling into his mouth, eggsy can only assume he's going to come all over thomas and this bloody armchair in record time. ]
no subject
Thomas. [ even that sounds uneven. he'd meant it to be warning or questioning (asking for more? or if it's okay to give in right here, pressed so close?) ]
[ again, they haven't talked about it, but from the mess they've made of their clothes and the way thomas doubles down on anything that has incoherent noises spilling into his mouth, eggsy can only assume he's going to come all over thomas and this bloody armchair in record time. ]