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Eggsy fucks for all he's worth, his hands pushed into the muscles over Harry's shoulder blades for balance, rucking up the meat of his back.
Harry is lost in it, arms slung onto the duvet either side of his head where they collapsed from holding him up, half his face pressed down into the bed, muffling the stream of god yes and right there and crisp, breathy swearing that makes Eggsy’s head swim with proud gratification. He's doing that - fucking Harry just how he's learned he likes it - and he knows how much he enjoys the times he can come just from Eggsy’s cock. They might just make it at this rate, but the sweat is streaming down Eggsy’s back and the pleasure is curling up from his hips, threatening to cut it short.
Harry's voice is beautifully desperate.
“Keep going. Just like that. ”
“Harry, I don't think I can last.” Eggsy tries anyway, keeping up the same pace and angle until he's forced to admit he won't be able to hold out . “I've got to slow down, babes.” He lets his head drop back. He's teetering, gritting his teeth, every nerve screaming impending orgasm and it's wonderful, Harry's body is heaven; his voice is stretched out, near broken:
“Don’t stop, fuck, don't stop, I'm going to come.”
So Eggsy doesn't stop and just hopes to all hell he can see it through to Harry's climax.
But he can't help beating him to it. He tries, he really does, but the clenching wet velvet grip of Harry's body and the heated flattery in his voice is too much: pleasure bolts through Eggsy without grace or warning; he spills into Harry blissfully, reluctantly, with a stutter of his hips and something like a whimper. He does his best to keep going even after but it's a scarce few thrusts before his cock insists he's having a laugh and shrinks away from its own oversensitivity, forcing him to stop.
Eggsy doesn't give in to the temptation to collapse into Harry's back. He has to do his best to ignore the whine of dismay as he pulls out, turns Harry over by the hips and quickly replaces his cock with three fingers, slipping easily in his come and the space he's fucked open. He finds his target and rubs as forcefully as all the slickness will let him, ducking down less to suck Harry's cock than to give him his mouth to buck into as he rides out the orgasm he'd been so close to… god, he'd been so close, if Eggsy had just had another few seconds in him…
Still, Harry flops down boneless, panting, from the tense arc he's twisted himself into whilst he came, staring unseeing at the ceiling, and pats Eggsy comfortingly on the sweaty thigh in a way that strongly implies the words good show old chap. Eggsy swallows and snorts to himself deliriously at the thought, basking in the easy comfort of a job well done even though Harry is obviously going to wind him up something chronic about blowing his load too quickly.
“It’s terribly rude to pip your lover to the post quite like that, you know?”
Yeah, there he goes.
Eggsy laughs and doesn't apologise: Harry is flushed and smiling, clearly satisfied anyway and that's the exact tone of voice he once used to get Eggsy writing lines at a school desk for not wearing lacy lingerie under his suit on a Wednesday as per his arbitrary instruction. Because of course he picked the one week Eggsy forgot to conduct a bloody spot check.
Turns out Harry, under the gentlemanly exterior and the cold professionalism, is a sketchy old perv, and Eggsy is besotted with him. Enough so that he does wear ridiculous women's knickers willingly on a weekly basis and ends up hard in them on and off all day just knowing that he's doing it because Harry told him to.
So he's not bothered when Harry follows up with “Honestly boy, where are your manners?” In the way that suggests he's about to be taught some, because he can't imagine he won't enjoy it.
They don't do pain, really, it turns out nothing above a bit of a smack on the arse is their cup of tea but god, Eggsy loves being told off. He hates it, it makes him all hot at the back of his neck and riles him up into gormless, feisty stupidity and then he forces himself to do as he's told, just because it's harry, and Harry rewards him with all that good boy Eggsy shit and fuck, he has no idea why that turns him on so much, but it normally ends in something involving an orgasm and then a nice cuddle so it's all very lovely thank you.
He pokes his tongue out. “Don't got none, apparently.”
Harry gasps theatrically. “Is that so?” He leans over for a gentle kiss and yeah, that shower can wait another ten minutes, Eggsy isn't convinced his legs will hold him up now anyway. Quite how Harry’s teeth against his jaw under his ear sends a shiver through him when he's still getting his breath back, he isn't sure. “We might have to do something about that, mightn't we?”
Eggsy mumbles a noncommittal noise into Harry’s collarbone but he knows what he's said is yes please.