[ with his head still nestled in the crook of thomas' neck, the grip tightening over his arse makes him stutter down, an instinctive push for friction. that, alongside the words, the brief hesitation, the softness — it all makes eggsy's breath hitch. ]
Yes, Thomas.
[ it's enough, what thomas gives him. he shifts his fingers to unfasten thomas' trousers, intending to slide off his partner's lap and onto his knees shortly. ]
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Yes, Thomas.
[ it's enough, what thomas gives him. he shifts his fingers to unfasten thomas' trousers, intending to slide off his partner's lap and onto his knees shortly. ]