[ for a moment, he savours the sound, leaning into thomas’ touch, into the smell of him. oh, eggsy’s utterly pleased with himself, eyes sparking in delight (and mischief) as he lifts his head to look up at thomas — to appreciate his handiwork and get enough room to bring his fingers to his mouth. maybe that’s obscene, watching his lips close around anything, at this point. slow is harder to maintain than he thought, so he quickly removes them with a wet pop and settles for licking a lazy stripe up his hand. ]
You can pull it, y’know. [ zing. ] My hair. [ as long as it had been at the start of training, certainly enough to tug. ] I like it.
[ in areas like this, at least, eggsy says what he thinks. with that, he leans forward to wrap his slick fingers around the base of thomas’ cock. ]
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You can pull it, y’know. [ zing. ] My hair. [ as long as it had been at the start of training, certainly enough to tug. ] I like it.
[ in areas like this, at least, eggsy says what he thinks. with that, he leans forward to wrap his slick fingers around the base of thomas’ cock. ]