[ it's not meant to be sweet, not specifically -- it's not meant to be anything, really, the touch mostly instinct and need. thomas is glad to have done it when eggsy really swallows him down, though, fingers interlacing with eggsy's and holding on tightly as his other hand tightens in eggsy's hair, too, his hips trembling with an effort to keep still.
it's good. of course it is, but beyond the wet heat of eggsy's mouth, the rhythm and eggsy's proximity, knowing whose mouth it is on him, that works for thomas. eggsy sets an even rhythm but it builds and so does the pressure up thomas' spine, his thighs and stomach tense with it, his breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps.
it isn't quick, not by any stretch of the imagination -- age above a century or at least physically above forty will do that -- but it isn't that long before thomas is moaning, soft iterations of eggsy's name and there, yes, please escaping him. ]
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it's good. of course it is, but beyond the wet heat of eggsy's mouth, the rhythm and eggsy's proximity, knowing whose mouth it is on him, that works for thomas. eggsy sets an even rhythm but it builds and so does the pressure up thomas' spine, his thighs and stomach tense with it, his breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps.
it isn't quick, not by any stretch of the imagination -- age above a century or at least physically above forty will do that -- but it isn't that long before thomas is moaning, soft iterations of eggsy's name and there, yes, please escaping him. ]