[ they haven't talked about it, but thomas only hums, soft and warm and close against eggsy's lips, and picks up the pace a little more, lips traveling from eggsy's mouth to his jaw, his neck.
he thinks to say i'm here but swallows the words in favour of scraping his teeth against eggsy's jawline. ]
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he thinks to say i'm here but swallows the words in favour of scraping his teeth against eggsy's jawline. ]