[ eggsy opens his trousers easily enough. the loss of thomas’ hands on him nearly makes him whine, but he’s glad for the implicit encouragement. still, he leans forward to kiss thomas, soft and affectionate, in lieu of doing anything else. finally, he tugs at thomas’s trousers and underwear, bringing them down as much as he can before scooting back and ungracefully stepping off thomas’ lap to sink to his knees in front of the chair — in front of thomas.
jesus, his knees might actually be sore tomorrow. does this count as, like, targeted exercise? ]
Come closer. [ to the edge, so his clothes can come off enough for eggsy to put his mouth to work. ]
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jesus, his knees might actually be sore tomorrow. does this count as, like, targeted exercise? ]
Come closer. [ to the edge, so his clothes can come off enough for eggsy to put his mouth to work. ]