[ there is something intoxicating not only about the proximity of eggsy's body to his and the laughter between them, voiced only by eggsy but felt by thomas as well, but also about the fact that -- this is not a mere chance encounter in a nightclub or bar, not an anonymous thing. oh, thomas has, once upon a time, done those as well, but he finds that now, he prefers knowing people. having some semblance of a connection.
(he's been alone for long enough to know that while a man can be an island, it's a very lonely way to be.)
thomas lets out only a hm in response, hands fitting to eggsy's waist and sliding up from there, underneath the sweater, feeling solid muscle, the shifts of it, the warmth of eggsy's skin. he thinks, idly, that he'd like to take it slow this time after the hurry and heat of the last time, and so he leans up to kiss eggsy again, unhurried but deep. ]
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(he's been alone for long enough to know that while a man can be an island, it's a very lonely way to be.)
thomas lets out only a hm in response, hands fitting to eggsy's waist and sliding up from there, underneath the sweater, feeling solid muscle, the shifts of it, the warmth of eggsy's skin. he thinks, idly, that he'd like to take it slow this time after the hurry and heat of the last time, and so he leans up to kiss eggsy again, unhurried but deep. ]