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The two days Eggsy spends in medical seem to drag by. Harry wanders around restlessly, dropping by to visit a few times, though usually he’s sleeping or too drugged up to hold a real conversation.
Merlin pulls him aside the day after they arrive to catch him up on what Kingsman’s been doing while he was gone. They’d consolidated their forces in the headquarters, all of the Knights that were able to come back arriving within the first few weeks. Several of them were missing, presumed dead, like he had been. At first, the ones who were left had been sent out to exterminate as many walkers as they could, but as the virus spread Merlin pulled them back, sequestering them in the one place they couldn’t be reached.
They’d poured all their efforts, all their vast resources, into trying to come up with an antidote. Hacking Valentine’s records had proved a dead end; he’d used biometrics and, considering all of his DNA had been incinerated, gaining access to whatever formula he’d used to make the virus had been impossible. They worked with what they had. Walkers. Their blood and bone revealed nothing. The only thing of use they’d found was their brain. Still, trying to pull information from it had thus far proved useless.
Harry spends much of the rest of his time pacing in the barracks, puzzling over what more can be done, if anything. Any useful information he might have once had would have been stored in his Kingsman tech, lost to the explosion. Everything seems hopeless. The world, essentially, is fucked.
***
Eggsy couldn’t have been happier when he was finally released from medical. He hates lying around all day, doing nothing. Granted, he slept for the first few days, which was definitely needed, but the doctor ended up keeping him bedridden for a solid week as his ribs healed. The swelling in his face had gone down, and he could finally see out of both eyes, but there was still a lot of bruising along his chest and face, most of which had turned into a nasty ripening banana pattern.
The first thing Eggsy did was find his mum and the others, who’d been placed on one end of the estate.
“Oh it’s lovely,” Michelle says when Eggsy finds her. “This place is a dream.”
“Cuz, y’r boy has the hookup,” Jamal says. By hook-up, Eggsy learns, he means food and water. It feels strange not to ration the supplies like they were, eating the bare minimum to keep going.
Daisy is actually smiling, finding a horse figurine that Eggsy is pretty sure isn’t really a toy, but no one has taken away from her so Eggsy isn’t about to. Everyone has new clothes and is clean . Not just washed up a bit, but actually scrubbed and polished, with the layers of grease and blood peeled from their skin and hair.
Eggsy takes a shower as soon as he can and changes into a new pair of trousers and shirt he finds waiting for him. After, he goes to look for Harry. He vaguely recalls Harry visiting, but there had been too many drugs for him to fully recollect the memories. It could have all been a dream, if Eggsy was being honest.
All he knew was that he missed him, terribly, in the same way one misses a heartbeat. Eggsy wanders the halls of the Kingsman estate in search of Harry.
Harry leaves another disillusioning meeting with Merlin, this one peppered with explanations as to why they couldn’t risk coming back to save him. He never held it against the organization in the first place, but Merlin seems to think it actually bothers him. Probably the ‘you owe me’ comment he’d made to get them in.
He heads for the barracks, restless as ever. Many of the other Knights feel the same way. They aren’t scientists or biologists, they’re soldiers, and they’ve had to take a back seat until the cure is found. It makes them all itch.
Harry is distracted enough that he nearly runs right into Eggsy. “Oh,” he says, blinking down at him. “You’re out.”
Eggsy beams up at him, only a slight ache in his face now that it has begun to heal. “Y’ disappointed?” He arches a brow cheekily, hiding the dull worry that maybe the time away has somehow lessened or changed Harry’s feelings with false bravado. “Doc said my ribs are better, just bruised now. Gotta take it easy still, but I don’t have to stay in bed anymore.”
Disappointed? Yes, Harry supposes he is disappointed. But not with Eggsy. He shakes off the lingering disappointment from his meeting with Merlin, offering him a smile in return. “It’s good to see you up and moving again. You seem to be a better patient than I ever was,” he teases.
“Drugs help,” Eggsy admits with a shrug. “Was getting a bit restless. Not used to just… lying there, y’ know?” Eggsy narrows his eyes at Harry. “Is everything okay?”
There’s something off, but Eggsy isn’t sure what. He can just sense an air around Harry. Eggsy’s hand twitches and he wants to reach out and touch Harry, to hug and kiss him, but he restrains himself. They aren’t outside anymore. Harry probably wouldn’t appreciate Eggsy being affectionate when all of his co-workers can see.
Harry scrubs a hand over his eyes, shaking his head once. “No. I thought once we got here I’d be able to help fix things, that Kingsman would be doing something to get the world back to the way it was but…” He trails off, shrugging. “We’re just as helpless as everyone else.”
Eggsy takes a moment to process what Harry confessed. He then looks around, and seeing no one, grabs Harry’s hand and tugs him into the nearest room. He kicks the door shut and turns to face Harry.
“Look at me,” Eggsy instructs, taking Harry’s face in his hands.
Harry does, one hand reaching up automatically to curl loosely around Eggsy’s wrist.
“This? Wot’s happening? I know y’ don’t want to believe me, but I won’t stop saying it. This ain’t y’r fault.” He knows the weight Harry carries, how he shoulders the fate of the world. But Eggsy refuses to let him do it alone. “And we aren’t helpless. We survived. We made it here. And if we can do that, then… then maybe we can work to find a cure.”
He doesn’t know what, or how, but he knows that if they can do this, if they can somehow make it to Kingsman, then they can surely save the world.
“But y’ can’t keep blaming y’r self. Y’ aren’t alone in this, y’ got me, and mum, and everyone else. And none of us hold y’ accountable.”
Harry sighs, eyes sliding closed. “I know none of you blame me,” he says. Which is a miracle, by his standards. He’d told Eggsy everything and yet he refused to see him as the person responsible for all of this. “It’s not even about that anymore,” he continues, eyes flickering back open. “Kingsman was created to help people and we aren’t. We can’t. For the first time, we don’t even have any idea where to begin.” Another wave of hopelessness overtakes him. They’d made it all this way for nothing.
Eggsy guides Harry’s head down, standing on his toes to meet him halfway, and presses a kiss to his forehead. “Idiot,” Eggsy admonishes gently. He presses another kiss to his cheek. “We made it this far, right? We should have all died, dozens of times, but we made it. Just… just have a little hope.”
Losing hope now won’t do anyone any good. He doesn’t really understand Kingsman or the virus, but if the group is half as amazing as Harry is, Eggsy believes they’ll figure something out.
“Alright,” Harry finally says, willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. After all, they’re still working around the clock to see if they can uncover anything useful. Perhaps, given enough time, they will. “You’re right, you’re right. I should stop moping.”
Eggsy hums, a teasing twinkle brightening his eyes. “I’m always right.”
Snorting, Harry rolls his eyes to the ceiling. “Like the time you decided to get yourself captured by a houseful of cannibals, were you right then, too?” he mutters.
“In my defense, I didn’t choose to go in there. They snuck up on me,” Eggsy says. He prods Harry’s side with a sharp jab. “Now, when are y’ going to give me a proper kiss? I’m finally better and all y’re doing is moping about.”
“I told you I was going to stop the moping,” Harry reminds him, but he can’t keep back a smile. He leans in and presses their lips together gently, still wary about aggravating Eggsy’s injuries.
Eggsy loops his hand around to cup the back of his neck and tugs him in for a deep kiss. He’s been out of comission for over a week, he wants something more than a dainty peck. There’s a slight ache from the mottling of bruises around his mouth, but he doesn’t mind. He darts his tongue out, teasing Harry’s bottom lip to coax his mouth open.
Harry pulls back with a reluctant sigh, glancing around the room. “You know, there’s probably a camera somewhere in this room,” he says, taking another look around. Just because he can’t see it certainly doesn’t mean it isn’t there. Kingsman’s security system is vast and not limited to the exterior of the headquarters.
“I’ve been laid up for a week, we’re not in danger, and all y’re worried about is a camera?” Eggsy cocks an eyebrow. “I must not be doing my job right.”
He glances around, though, to see if he sees anything whirring in the corners of the room. He doesn’t, but he guesses that doesn’t mean much when you’re in the headquarters of a secret intelligence agency.
Harry lets out a short bark of a laugh. “I’m not worried about the camera, I’m worried about who’s on the other end watching. It’s usually Merlin.” He likes the man, but he doesn’t have any interest in giving him a show.
Eggsy raises his other eyebrow, and then a slow grin spreads across his face. He waggles his brows. “Y’ sure? We could teach him a lesson about peeping toms.” He’s only teasing. The first time they’re actually together, Eggsy doesn’t want to share it with anyone. “Tell me y’r room doesn’t have a camera.”
This time, Harry’s laugh is more genuine, and he shakes his head. “My room doesn’t have a camera.”
Eggsy slides his hands up Harry’s chest, adjusting the collar of his shirt. “Well then wot are we doin’ standing here?”
Harry leans in to kiss him again before taking his hand and leading him out of the room. He takes him through the facility until they reach a less populated wing, only a few doors set in each side of the wall. He stops in front of one of them, pressing his thumb to the small, biometric scanner set into the handle.
The door unlocks with a soft click and he pulls Eggsy inside.
Eggsy whistles. “Fancy. No one will be getting in to interrupt us here,” Eggsy comments as he turns around in a circle, observing the room Harry pulled him into.
It speaks quietly of wealth, not much to it, but what is there is expensive and tasteful. Harry tends not to use it, spending his time at Kingsman in either his office or Merlin’s, but there have been one or two occasions where it’s been useful. Now, for instance.
Eggsy stops in front of Harry, his cocky grin softening into a coy smile. He watches him through a veil of lashes, worrying his bottom lip. “Well, Agent Galahad ,” Eggsy drawls. “Now that we’re here, wotever shall y’ do with me? I do believe y’ve made a few promises.”
There’s a thrill in being in the locked room, in having Harry all to himself. In finally being able to explore what has been held away from him for so long. Hunger blooms in Eggsy’s stomach, a banked fire that’s being stoked back into a fervor. All the pent up energy from being bedridden is vibrating through him, and the only thing he can think of is cashing in those promises they exchanged back at the tailor shop.
Harry reels him in, settling his arms around his waist and smirking down at him. “Have I? You’ll have to forgive me, when you’re my age you tend to be a little forgetful. What was it I promised, exactly?”
Eggsy rolls his eyes and wraps his arms loosely around Harry’s neck, tangling his fingers in his hair. He leans in and presses his mouth against Harry’s ear. “I do believe there was a promise about y’r cock fucking me until I can’t walk straight for a week.”
“Ah, yes, how could I have forgotten about that?” Harry teases, hands slipping down to cup his arse.
“Y’ must be going senile in y’r old age.” Eggsy grins toothily at him and bats his eyelashes.
Harry leans down to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, drawing away with a wink. “That must be it.” He tugs him over to the bed by his hips, walking backwards until the backs of his knees hit the edge and he’s forced to sit down. He draws Eggsy forward, gazing up at him like he’s trying to memorize every inch of his face.
Eggsy climbs onto his lap, settling his knees on either side of Harry’s thighs. He ghosts his fingers along Harry’s cheeks, the humor fading from his eyes as he settles over Harry.
“Wot is it?” Eggsy whispers, searching Harry’s face. There’s a look in his eyes, and it makes Eggsy’s skin tingle.
It’s the first time they’re alone, no threat of anyone walking in on them. His pulse flutters, excitement twisting his stomach. He feels like a teenager again, just discovering what it means to fumble in the backseat of a car. He’s waited so long for this--to have Harry all to himself.
“There was a point when you were taken that I thought I might never see you again,” Harry says, still staring at him. “And if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have had anything to remember you by. I don’t want to forget you.”
Eggsy pauses at the admission. “Harry…” he whispers. He’s right, though. They have nothing of each other. Nothing to make what this is real and tangible, at least nothing beyond the now and the memories.
He kisses him, long and deep, trying to convey everything that words can’t. When he breaks away, he presses his forehead against Harry’s. He wishes there was something he could offer Harry, a piece of himself that could assuage Harry’s pain, but all Eggsy has is himself.
Harry kisses him back almost desperately, trying to burn everything into his mind, sear his memory full of this man he never would have met were it not for the end of the world. He’s reluctant to pull away, only does so when he has to breathe again.
“I love y’” Eggsy whispers earnestly, his nose bumping against Harry’s. “Always remember that.”
He will. Even if something should happen, Harry knows he will. “I love you too, Eggsy.” It had seemed easier to say before, more like a passing thought, but now it seems like the one thing he needs him to know. Harry could be taken away just as easily as Eggsy, and he wants him to know how much he means it, that he’s never meant anything more.
Eggsy dusts his mouth against Harry’s. He knows things aren’t going to be easy for them, even if they have made it this far. The future is shifting and both of them could be gone in a blink. But they have now, and Eggsy plans to hold onto the present for as long as possible.
He smiles against Harry’s mouth and says, “Now, weren’t y’ about to keep y’re end of the promise?”
Harry returns the smile, hands taking to wandering. He kisses Eggsy again to distract from the hand sneaking down his chest and settling over his cock, palming him through his trousers. “I was.”
Eggsy gasps into Harry’s mouth, instinctively arching so he presses closer to the hand. He lets his own hands wander, fiddling with the buttons of Harry’s shirt until he has them undone.
“This room sound proof?” Eggsy asks, trailing a path of kisses along Harry’s jaw. “Cause if not, everyone is going to hear.”
“I don’t know,” Harry answers honestly. “I’ve never tested it.” He grinds up against Eggsy, simultaneously palming him again.
A whine rips past Eggsy’s lips at the double stimulation, and he presses harder into Harry’s touch, meeting each grind with his own needy thrusts. He grabs onto Harry’s shoulder and digs his fingers in, gasping out warningly, “Well y’re about to find out, bruv.”
He’s already hard, on the verge of stepping into the realm of aching. Really it wouldn’t take much from Harry. Just a look could set Eggsy off. Around Harry he was nothing more than a firework waiting to explode.
Eggsy swoops down and devours Harry’s mouth, rocking against him with slow drags of his hips. “Please tell me y’ have supplies,” Eggsy murmurs against Harry’s lips. If he doesn’t, Eggsy may just break down and cry.
By some miracle, Harry does. Merlin had insisted on it for all the agents because a Kingsman was nothing if not prepared. Despite, or maybe because of, most of them being single, he’d kept their rooms well-stocked. Two towels, two toothbrushes, one empty drawer in the dressers, all of it just in case.
Harry mentally apologizes for all the times he’d made jibes at Merlin about it. Letting out a bit of a laugh, he nods. “I have everything we need,” he assures him.
“Oh thank fuck,” Eggsy mutters, burying his face into Harry’s neck and rutting against him like a simpering dog in heat. He mouths his way to Harry’s jugular, nibbling at his Adam’s apple. He pushes Harry’s shirt off his shoulders, leaning back long enough to appreciate his exposed chest. “Fuck, ain’t ever getting tired of the sight of that.”
Harry shoves the shirt unceremoniously off to one side, long past being uncomfortable with Eggsy’s staring. His scarred gunshot wound is surrounded by others of a similar nature, but he doesn’t care anymore. Nobody makes it out there without two or three of their own. He tugs at Eggsy’s shirt, peeling it over his head and running his own eyes over his torso. “You aren’t the only one.”
Eggsy grins and squirms in Harry’s lap. “Yeah? Not going to trade me in for a younger model anytime soon?”
Harry snorts derisively. “I think I’m the one who should be asking that question,” he mutters.
“I can promise y’, ain’t nobody better than y’,” Eggsy says with a wink.
He wiggles off of Harry’s lap and divests himself of his trousers and shoes, leaving him in nothing but his cotton pants. The bruising along his side makes him feel like a beat up banana, but luckily most of the ache has vanished. It really only hurts when he prods at it now.
Harry takes the opportunity to rid himself of the rest of his clothing save his boxers. Once everything’s in a heap on the floor, he moves further back onto the bed, stretching out a hand to Eggsy invitingly.
Eggsy accepts his hand and crawls up the length of the bed to Harry, settling into the curl of his arms. He presses a kiss to one of the scars dusting Harry’s collarbone and then places another along his shoulder. Harry’s skin is hot against his own, and his heart thuds rapidly as he shifts against him.
Harry is careful with him, smoothing his hands along the planes of his back, running them up into his hair and savoring the feeling of their bodies pressed together. The last time they were so close, he’d barely been able to see anything and he takes the time to appreciate it now. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathes.
Eggsy flushes and dips his head down. He’s been called beautiful before, by clients when he worked the streets, but none had said it so ardently. For the first time since hearing it, Eggsy actually believes it. Eggsy licks his lips and glimpses at Harry through his eyelashes.
Eggsy traces a finger down the planes of Harry’s chest, scraping his nail across his nipple, before grazing his abs. He teases the band of his briefs.
Harry’s breath leaves him in a sharp gasp but he curls his hand around Eggsy’s wrist, stopping him from going any further. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks.
Eggsy meets his eyes, and without hesitance, whispers, “More than anything.”
Harry releases Eggsy’s wrist, giving into months of desire. He curls him closer, pressing lingering kisses on the edge of desperation to his mouth again and again.
“Harry,” Eggsy whines, returning to rocking into Harry. He returns each kiss with his own, clutching onto his shoulders as if it’s the only thing keeping him together. He’s so hard, precum dampening the front of his briefs. “Fuck, please. Been waiting so long.”
Harry has been waiting as long as Eggsy and fuck if that whine of his doesn’t go straight to his cock. He rolls them over until he’s on top of him, moving his kisses down to his neck and jaw. He continues his path downwards, mouthing at the hollow of his throat, scraping his teeth against his collarbones. His tongue laves over Eggsy’s nipple as he slinks his way down his body, avoiding only the bruises still patterning his skin.
When Harry teases his hardening nipple, Eggsy cries out and arches into the touch, the sensitive nub sending a spray of sparks through his body. He hooks a muscular leg around Harry’s narrow waist to drag him closer, grinding his cock against any part of Harry he can.
Light laughter bubbles up to Harry’s lips and he glances up at Eggsy with a teasing glint in his eye. “Patience, Eggsy. It is a virtue,” he admonishes. He goes back to kissing a path down his torso until he reaches the waistband of his pants, warm breath ghosting through the fabric.
Eggsy huffs, tangling his fingers in Harry’s hair. “Been waiting long enough,” Eggsy says, the sentence breaking into a needy moan when he feels a hot puff of breath against his damp briefs. “Y’re killing me here, Harry.”
“Mmm, I suppose that’s true,” Harry hums, but he doesn’t make any move to quicken the pace. Instead he peels away Eggsy’s boxers and presses his mouth over his cock almost lazily, running his tongue up along his shaft.
Eggsy squeezes his eyes shut, stammering out a series of fucks as if they were benedictions, and grabs onto the comforter beneath him. He licks his lips and peels open his eyes, looking down the length of his torso to watch Harry.
His cock dribbles out more precum, and his bollocks already feel heavy. He focuses on taking even breaths to calm his hyper-sensitive nerves. His skin twitches and prickles beneath Harry’s touch, making it harder to control himself.
Harry keeps working him until he’s sure he’s just managing to hold himself back and then he pulls away completely. He hooks his thumbs in his own boxers, tugging them down and out of the way before resettling himself over Eggsy, pressing their mouths together again. When he draws back, there’s the barest hint of a smirk. “I would ask if you’re ready, but I think you’ve made that quite clear,” he says, rolling his hips down into his hard cock.
Eggy reaches down and grabs two fistfuls of Harry’s arse, dragging him closer until he can grind against him. “Bastard,” Eggsy laughs. “Don’t act like y’ ain’t aching for it. I’m not going to be the only one screaming.”
“Of course not. You’ve made me aware that I don’t know if my very own room is soundproof, and I intend to find out whether or not it is.” Harry sits up, raking a hand through his hair (which is starting to get rather unruly) and reaching for the drawer on the nightstand. He hunts through it until his fingers close around a bottle of lube.
It only takes a second for him to coat his fingers with it liberally and he bends back down to kiss Eggsy again.
Eggsy wiggles out from under him after one final kiss and rolls over onto his belly. It’s been so long since he’s last been intimate with a person, let alone a man, that Eggsy knows it’ll take some work to get him to open up. He bends at the waist, raising his arse in the air and looks over his shoulder.
“Well then, we better get to work,” Eggsy says, spreading his legs a little wider so Harry can catch a glimpse of his tight hole.
Harry’s finger comes to rest at the base of his spine and he trails it down until it’s circling the red ring of muscle. He doesn’t tease him for long, abandoning his earlier lecture on patience, slowly slipping inside him.
Eggsy drops his head with a low keen and presses back against Harry’s finger. He clenches around the digit. Every part of him is aware of Harry behind him, pressing into him, working him open.
“Christ, I knew y’r fingers would feel nice,” Eggsy rambles in the curve of his arm.
Harry appreciates the view he has, Eggsy’s rounded arse, the long slope of his back, the sheet-rumpled hair. He doesn’t stop his finger and soon he adds another one. He scissors them back and forth, opening him up further.
There’s a burn as Harry stretches him open. Eggsy’s stammering words slur, and spit smears across his arm as he turns his head to look at Harry. He fucks backwards against Harry’s hand, pistoning himself to push the digits deeper. The delicious ache of feeling his muscles widen makes his toes curl. It’s been so long, and he feels like a light weight given a glass of champagne: already drunk and giddy.
“More,” Eggsy chokes out when Harry’s finger bumps against his prostate and sends stars across his vision. Eggsy’s mouth drops open in a silent moan. “Fuck, Harry--another--please--fuuuck!”
As soon as Eggsy starts begging, Harry knows he’s found what he’s looking for. He slides in another finger on the next thrust, crooking it upwards to rub against his prostate more deliberately. He keeps it up, sometimes hitting it and sometimes not, keeping Eggsy wound tight.
With each press, Eggsy feels himself slipping further, until he’s practically sobbing against his arm. Every part of him is wound tight, and his balls are heavy, ready to explode.
“Fuck, Harry, stop--shit, I’m going to come if y’ don’t stop,” Eggsy stammers, reaching his hand between his legs to grab his bollocks and squeeze. “Want to come with y’ in me. Please, fuck--come on, Harry.”
Harry relents, drawing his fingers out of Eggsy and giving him a bit of time to come down. He reaches back into the drawer, this time for a condom, unwrapping it and deftly rolling it on. He slicks himself up with lube, running his fingers over Eggsy’s back just to touch him.
Eggsy shudders beneath Harry’s touch. He shifts, rolling onto his back. He knows the position isn’t the most ideal for comfort, that he’ll hurt after, but he wants to see Harry.
Eggsy’s eyes are blown wide and his cheeks flushed. He licks his mouth and reaches for Harry, his legs parting in silent invitation.
Harry guides himself into Eggsy slowly, eyes fixed on his face. His breath leaves him in a shudder as he’s enveloped by him and Harry’s next breath out turns into a moan.
Eggsy hooks his legs around Harry’s waist and simultaneously wraps his arms around his neck. He drags Harry closer, pressing his face into his neck with an airy sigh. “Love y’,” Eggsy mumbles wetly against his skin, grazing his teeth over his pulse.
The burn sharpens as he adjusts to Harry’s girth. He can feel the dull throb at the base of his spine, but he ignores it, savoring instead the feel of weight, the heat of their bodies, and the echoing beat of Harry’s heart.
“Eggsy,” Harry breathes, not sure he could say anything else at that moment, even if he wanted to. For a moment, he holds himself there, their two bodies intertwined, the brush of Eggsy’s lips and teeth on his neck.
It doesn’t take him long to start moving, sliding in and out of Eggsy with long, slow thrusts.
Eggsy scores his nails down Harry’s back and clings to his flanks, each drive of Harry’s hips bouncing him on the bed. Eggsy meets Harry’s thrusts with his own. He takes advantage of his position to leave a necklace of bites and marks along Harry’s neck, sucking bruises across his throat and moaning breathily against his skin.
He’s losing himself. He can feel his fibers coming undone. Everything holding him together unraveling until he no longer knows where he begins and Harry ends.
“Harry,” Eggsy sobs at a particularly forceful thrust, his voice breaking. “Fuck, harder--make me feel it.”
Harry groans, hips snapping, driving further into Eggsy. “I love you, Eggsy, I love you,” he pants, pressing sloppy, desperate kisses to every inch of his skin he can reach.
Every thrust ripples through Eggsy. Tears build in the corners of his eyes as he clings to Harry. His cock rubs between their bodies. He fishes a hand between them, wrapping it around his length, and starts stroking himself in time with each thrust.
“Love y’,” Eggsy stammers, repeating it over and over until it breaks into sobs, the pressure in his belly building. He’s so close, so fucking close.
Harry can feel Eggsy getting closer to the edge, his hole clenching around him. He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip to keep back a loud moan. “Fuck.” He works his arm under Eggsy’s back, pulling him up slightly from the mattress to change the angle. He sinks into him a bit deeper, not bothering to try and keep back his moans anymore.
The new angle sends Harry’s cock skidding along Eggsy’s prostate, and with each following drive of his hips, Eggsy feels the hard pummel against his nerves. His mouth drops open, his head falling back. He digs his nails into Harry’s shoulders, the tears spilling from his eyes as he cries loudly--outright screaming.
Sharp pricks of pain dig into Harry’s shoulders but they only serve to encourage him. He peppers kisses on Eggsy’s jaw, moving them down his neck until he can sink his teeth into the junction of his shoulder, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to give him a jolt.
The bite sends an electrical current through Eggsy and his entire body goes stiff. He cums with a shout, clutching onto Harry like it’s the only thing holding him together. He squeezes his cock, milking his seed. Cum splashes up his chest, leaving white streaks.
His hole flutters and clenches around Harry, growing impossibly tight. Eggsy doesn’t stop moving his hips.
“Fuck,” Harry bites out sharply, clutching Eggsy to him. His hand fists into the bedsheets and he reaches his own climax when he feels Eggsy tighten around him. He fucks Eggsy through it in short, choppy bursts until he has nothing left.
When he collects himself, he pulls out of Eggsy, collapsing to the mattress beside him and pushing sweat-damp hair out of his eyes.
Eggsy’s legs feel like rubber as he lowers them to the bed. He shifts, a pleasant buzz running through him, and rolls over to nuzzle Harry’s chest. He presses a kiss against his heart, his own still racing.
Harry sucks down the first real breath he’s taken in a while and glances down at Eggsy. “Are you alright, darling?” he murmurs quietly, trailing his fingers through his hair.
“Perfect,” Eggsy murmurs. There are wonderful aches all over his body. Harry’s bite throbs pleasantly. He looks up at Harry, smiling dreamily. He traces a finger over the love bites he left on him.
Harry follows the path his finger takes with his eyes before reaching out and tilting his chin up, studying his face. “I want to remember this version of you, too,” he says absently, by way of explanation.
Eggsy stretches up, tangling his hand in Harry’s hair, and kisses him slowly. “Y’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” Eggsy confesses, lips still pressed against Harry’s.
He pulls away, far enough so he can see all of Harry’s face. He engrains every detail--from his hooded eyes to his mussed hair--to memory.
“And to think, we never would have met were it not for the end of the world,” Harry says wryly. But he’s smiling and he settles his hand on Eggsy’s back. “It’s enough to make me almost grateful.”
Eggsy buries his face in Harry’s chest and laughs. It feels good, like for the first time he can actually breathe. When he looks back up, his eyes are gleaming.
Harry falls quiet for a little while, savoring Eggsy’s presence and the warm afterglow of sex. Eventually, however, he looks back at him with a regretful smile. “We should probably get cleaned up.”
Eggsy makes a small sound of complaint, but rolls off of Harry. He stretches across the bed, the sweat cooling on his skin, and says, “I don’t think I’ll be getting up anytime soon. Y’ fucked me good and hard.”
Harry stares down at the prone figure tangled in the sheets for a moment. Then, shrugging, he leans over and scoops him into his arms. “I suppose that means I’ll just have to carry you, then,” he says.
Eggsy shrieks with laughter and throws his arms around Harry’s neck. Just to be a little shit, he finds a bare spot on Harry’s neck and sucks on it.
“I’m going to have enough trouble hiding these already,” Harry admonishes, but there’s no real bite to the words. He gets them to the en suite bathroom, swinging the door shut behind them with his foot.
When he turns to the shower, he gives Eggsy an apologetic look. “I’ll have to put you down now.”
Eggsy responds with a final loud suck, finishing off the bruise he’d been working on, and then lets his legs drop down. They’re still a little weak and sore from being bent, and he’s sure the doctor wouldn’t be too happy with the abuse to his ribs, but Eggsy isn’t complaining. Eggsy leans against the counter.
“It’s not going to be easy hiding this, so I think we’re even,” Eggsy says, pointing to the large bite on his shoulder.
“Terribly sorry about that,” Harry says, but he doesn’t sound sorry at all. He turns the water on warm before stepping in and offering a hand out to Eggsy.
“No y’ aren’t, y’ animal,” Eggsy teases. He accepts Harry’s hand and moves into the shower. It takes a bit of maneuvering, but they find a comfortable position. The hot spray helps ease some of Eggsy’s now tight muscles.
He tips his head back, letting the water run over him, and savors the feeling of rivulets running down his chest. The small luxury of being able to bathe now whenever he wants is still foreign to him, but it’s a concession he’s thoroughly enjoying.
Showers were never something Harry had taken for granted. He’d been on enough missions where he didn’t have access to water for days or weeks on end and what little he managed to find would have had to be used first and foremost for drinking. They have a limited supply of hot water at headquarters, but he relishes it while it lasts, combing his fingers through his hair.
Eggsy finds a flannel and some soap and works it into a lather. He washes Harry’s chest and back, taking his time to explore every available inch.
“I think this is my favorite version of y’--wet and naked.” He tweaks Harry’s nipple for good measure, before stepping aside to let him rinse off.
Harry steps back under the spray, watching the soap swirl down the drain. “Then it’s a shame you’re the only one who gets to see it,” he says, closing his eyes and tilting his head back to let the water run down his face. When he steps back to let Eggsy into his place, he gives him a wink.
“I prefer it that way, I’m not a big fan of sharing.”
Eggsy hums and steps under the spray. Eggsy rinses off, making sure to thoroughly clean himself. Once he finishes, he turns off the water and gets out of the shower. He finds a towel and wraps it around his waist. “Think we have time for a quick nap?”
Harry hunts down another towel, glaring ruefully up at his hair. It’s going to be hell to take care of when it dries.
He nods as he dries off, very much looking forward to getting some rest. “I’d say we could fit something in.”
Eggsy dries off, finds a shirt--which ends up being Harry’s--and slips it on. He crawls into bed and pats the spot beside him. “Good, because I’m exhausted.”
One of Harry’s eyebrows quirks upwards at Eggsy’s choice of attire, but he doesn’t comment on it. He slips in beside him, practically melting into the bed. “Good night, Eggsy,” he murmurs, eyes already closing.
Eggsy slides next to Harry, wrapping his arms around him and settling his head on his chest. He doesn’t even get a chance to murmur his own sleepy good night before he’s nodding off, completely sated and relaxed.
****
Harry wakes to a familiar beeping sound that he hasn’t heard in a long time. Shaking off the clutches of sleep, he looks over towards the nightstand, the sound emanating from the drawer. His brow furrows and he carefully moves out from under Eggsy, reaching over him to dig out a pair of standard-issue Kingsman glasses.
Years of habit have him slipping them on and pressing the corner of the frames twice. “Merlin?” he asks, voice rough.
“Good of you to finally pick up,” Merlin says with a tone indicating he’s been trying for a while. “There’s something you should see in my office. If you can make time for it.”
Harry presses his lips together to suppress a smile that Merlin wouldn’t even be able to see. “I’ll be there soon,” he says, before cutting the connection.
Eggsy wakes when Harry jostles him to reach the glasses. He groans and burrows closer into Harry’s side, grumbling at the movement. “Wot is it?” Eggsy asks without even opening his eyes. He brushes a kiss against Harry’s chest, settling back into his draped position.
“Merlin wants to see me,” Harry says, settling back into the bed. “I think it’s urgent.”
Eggsy opens his eyes and cranes his head back so he can look at Harry. “Yeah?” Eggsy almosts asks if he should go, but then decides the answer is probably no. He shifts off of Harry, wiping sleep from his eyes. “Shouldn’t y’ be going then?”
Harry shrugs one shoulder. “The good thing about cultivating a reputation as a person who’s always late, is that nobody ever expects you to be on time.” Even so, he drags himself back up into a sitting position. His hair billows around his head and he heaves a deep sigh. A quick finger-comb isn’t going to be enough to take care of this.
He gets out of bed and checks out the dresser. There aren’t any suits, so he’s reduced to a dress shirt, cardigan, and slacks. To his disappointment, he discovers there isn’t any hair gel either, and he has to settle for an only-slightly-tamped-down version of his bedhead. He sticks his head out of the bathroom, looking at Eggsy still sprawled in the bed. “Are you coming?”
Eggsy grins dopily at Harry. “Nice, very, very nice,” he says. He wants to run his fingers through Harry’s soft hair. “Why don’t y’ keep y’r hair like that more often?”
“You can’t possibly tell me you like it like this,” Harry says, gesturing up to the mess on his head.
“I do,” Eggsy says. “It looks super soft. Makes me want to grab onto it while I ride y’.”
“I might have to start wearing it like this more often, then,” Harry mutters.
Eggsy winks at him. He slides out of bed and fumbles around for his clothes, finding his boxers and pants. He doesn’t bother changing out of his shirt.
Harry retrieves the glasses he’d earlier abandoned, feeling strange without them now that he’s been reintroduced. “Shall we?” he asks, offering his arm out to him formally.
Eggsy flushes at the arm, but accepts it with a smile. “Let’s go find out wot Merlin has in store.”
They arrive to find Merlin’s small office already occupied. The technician himself is staring at his computer screen, scanning through pages with intense focus.
A blonde woman with her hair drawn up in a practical ponytail stands off to one side conversing with a dark-haired man who looks like he’s never heard the word ‘smile’ let alone actually tried doing it.
When Harry steps in, all three of them turn to look. “Lancelot,” he says, somewhat surprised to see her. “Percival.”
Eggsy rocks back on his heels, standing next to Harry. He looks curiously between Lancelot and Percival, but keeps his mouth shut. He doesn’t want to draw any unnecessary attention to himself, especially if he wants to find out what’s going on.
Merlin swivels the chair around, and if he thinks anything of Eggsy being there, he doesn’t say it. “Percival and Lancelot have just returned from a reconnaissance mission with some very interesting information,” he starts, giving the pair a nod of approval. “Valentine’s warehouse survived the blast.”
Harry drops Eggsy’s arm, suddenly wary about where this conversation is going. “I’m aware,” he says.
Eggsy glances at Harry, concern shining in his eyes. Eggsy recalls the shell of the building they’d visited when the horde overwhelmed them. He isn’t sure if he’d say it survived, but it was still standing.
“There could be information there that might be useful to us, some data about the virus that could help us find a cure,” Merlin says. Total silence covers the entire group. “Galahad.”
And Harry has the terrible, terrible feeling that he knows exactly what Merlin is about to say.
“We need you to go back.”