[ in truth, eggsy prefers this, too. knowing where he stands with someone, feeling the warmth of familiarity alongside the heat of arousal, enjoying a certain security with his partner. it’s why he’d been alone on the night he’d found thomas, despite a few forward patrons catching his eye (and his arm, at one point).
when thomas’ hands slide over his chest, he considers lifting his jumper off (‘cause he’s absolutely that guy who needs little encouragement to take his top off, well, anywhere) but they’re lacking the rush of last time. maybe he likes that, too. he very rarely had the time for privacy or slow pacing before the world ended. by the time thomas kisses him, there’s a light dust of pink colouring his cheeks. he kisses back firmly, eyes fluttering closed as he and thomas slot together. for a moment, he allows himself to focus on it alone, far as it is from his previous, insistent exploration of thomas’ mouth.
then, eggsy fiddles with the topmost buttons of thomas’ shirt, popping enough so his fingers can glide over thomas’ collarbone (and remind him of the first night). ]
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when thomas’ hands slide over his chest, he considers lifting his jumper off (‘cause he’s absolutely that guy who needs little encouragement to take his top off, well, anywhere) but they’re lacking the rush of last time. maybe he likes that, too. he very rarely had the time for privacy or slow pacing before the world ended. by the time thomas kisses him, there’s a light dust of pink colouring his cheeks. he kisses back firmly, eyes fluttering closed as he and thomas slot together. for a moment, he allows himself to focus on it alone, far as it is from his previous, insistent exploration of thomas’ mouth.
then, eggsy fiddles with the topmost buttons of thomas’ shirt, popping enough so his fingers can glide over thomas’ collarbone (and remind him of the first night). ]