[ come closer, eggsy says and thomas wants to obey, really, but -- he needs a moment, first. a moment of just looking at eggsy, mindless of the way his own cock's sprung free, curving toward his stomach and leaking precome at the tip, heavy with arousal, because eggsy looks good like that.
debauched, already.
he swallows, clears his throat, and finally finds the wherewithall to scoot forward on the armchair until he's barely sitting on the edge of it, legs spreading as far as the fact that the trousers of his suit are pooled at his ankles will allow. ]
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debauched, already.
he swallows, clears his throat, and finally finds the wherewithall to scoot forward on the armchair until he's barely sitting on the edge of it, legs spreading as far as the fact that the trousers of his suit are pooled at his ankles will allow. ]