[ now it's like the other night, with eggsy hungrily swallowing the attractive noise thomas makes. he hums, pleased by the reaction and the subsequent pull nearer. yeah, he feels thomas growing hard — yet he doesn't fidget, not like eggsy does, rocking his hips. god, maybe he is impatient. their speed settles once more, evening out as thomas doesn't give chase to eggsy's little trick. he nearly says something, but that would mean less kissing.
instead, he threads his fingers through thomas' own and tugs their linked hands around to settle on his arse. ]
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instead, he threads his fingers through thomas' own and tugs their linked hands around to settle on his arse. ]