[ when thomas starts moaning his name, eggsy begins to lose himself. hard not to, when all he can smell and feel and hear is thomas. the noises do him in, really, with the little encouragements enough to get him keyed up. he could probably signal to thomas that it’s fine to thrust, but he enjoys setting the pace himself a little too much. instead, he gives thomas a proper suck before pulling enough long enough for his absence to be felt. ‘course he replaces his mouth with his hand, swiping his fingers over the head of thomas’ cock. his other hand remains laced with thomas’ own, eggsy’s thumb rubbing reassuring circles over the back of his hand. see, eggsy wants to get a good look at him, wanton and waiting, before this is over.
then, he takes thomas’ cock in his mouth again. they haven’t talked about it, but he intends to get thomas to come down his throat. it’s safe to say this will go better than his sloppy blowie in a club a year ago, after all. ]
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then, he takes thomas’ cock in his mouth again. they haven’t talked about it, but he intends to get thomas to come down his throat. it’s safe to say this will go better than his sloppy blowie in a club a year ago, after all. ]