[ it feels like a long moment, when they’re so close but paused and eggsy’s attuned to nightingale, waiting for a reaction to his answer — an indication of nightingale’s own wishes. it reminds him of their first encounter, the moment when he’d asked to go home with thomas. ‘Course this might be better, seeing as it ends faster and with another kiss. this time, he presses more firmly, lifting one hand back to thomas’ face and lazily throwing his arm around thomas. there’s a level comfort to doing this with him that hasn’t been resent for all his liaisons in el nysa. he leans into it, deepening the kiss with flicks of tongue.
belatedly, he realises he ought to have volleyed the earlier question back. at this point, his retreat is more reluctant, keeping his hold on thomas. ]
Could revisit the lap idea, too. [ definitely a point of interest but not the point. ] Or whatever’s going on in your head.
[ ‘cause it seems as though thomas had thoughts of his own regarding where he sees this going, even if eggsy can’t ask for them outright. in general, eggsy thinks thomas considers more than he vocalises. ]
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belatedly, he realises he ought to have volleyed the earlier question back. at this point, his retreat is more reluctant, keeping his hold on thomas. ]
Could revisit the lap idea, too. [ definitely a point of interest but not the point. ] Or whatever’s going on in your head.
[ ‘cause it seems as though thomas had thoughts of his own regarding where he sees this going, even if eggsy can’t ask for them outright. in general, eggsy thinks thomas considers more than he vocalises. ]