[ it's surprisingly nice for eggsy, who so rarely slows down, to decelerate. although he wouldn't describe himself as impatient, he's certain others (rightly) would. this is different. he's shagged plenty of people since the world ended, but he hasn't lingered like this. comfortably flush against thomas, he can't think of anything compelling enough to pull him elsewhere, even if the friction sparking every time he shifts on thomas' lap suggests he wouldn't mind quickening the pace, either.
he can feel thomas smile on his mouth, so eggsy pushes a little more, nipping at his lower lip and then immediately leaning forward to kiss him again. ]
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he can feel thomas smile on his mouth, so eggsy pushes a little more, nipping at his lower lip and then immediately leaning forward to kiss him again. ]