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Eggsy’s smirk grew, he’d clearly been waiting for a chance to reveal his hand. “There’s an interesting thing about these glasses.” He said, reaching up to tap the frames on his face. “Sure, they record manually, you know that. You also know they’ve got passive recording on. In case the worst happens, yeah? Important footage. But did you know... with a bit of fiddlin’ you can make them record anytime you like? Whether you’re wearing ‘em or not?”
For a deeply chilling moment, Harry was certain Eggsy was blackmailing him. He shoved that aside, feeling ridiculous. Let Eggsy come to him, let him explain- he’d earned Harry’s trust many times over.
Eggsy started towards his desk, slowly, swirling his drink in a way that Harry was sure Eggsy thought looked cool. “I don’t know how many times I watched you gettin’ off in that bathroom, Harry, but I’ll tell you what it did to me.”
Christ. Harry couldn't breathe.
“Couldn’t see much, mind, angle’s all wrong, but I could hear you.” Eggsy’s face was pink, his ears nearly red, and... and Harry was absolutely certain if he looked down he’d see that perfect tailoring of his trousers disrupted by the start of an erection. “Saw enough with my own eyes, anyway.”
Harry was immobilized, but that didn’t stop Eggsy from stepping around the desk, coming to a halt between Harry’s opened legs. Somehow, without noticing, Harry had leaned back in his chair, and so his entire view was taken up with the smart lines of Eggsy’s figure, and his tented trousers were nearly eye-level.
“Ain't you gonna say anything?” Eggsy tipped his head. “Or is it the sort of thing you only wank about?”
He felt a flash of pure indignation. The absolute fucking cheek- Harry cleared his throat carefully, and sat up. It brought them closer, and it was unmistakable that Eggsy’s pupils were large and dark. His pulse must be racing, Harry thought, if that blush was anything to go by. Had he been thinking of this moment in Spain, distracted while he was meant to run the mission? Had he imagined confronting Harry like this, challenging him to do something?
He thought he’d come here and goad Harry into breaking, was that it? He’d gotten the suit made to measure just to display himself for the taking. It should have seemed cheap, it should remind Harry how little Eggsy knew of what he was playing with. Instead he felt his self control waning much worse than it had in his bathroom.
“I didn’t think you were so desperate.” Harry said slowly, “For the attention of an old man.”
The laugh Eggsy let out was near hysterical, higher pitched than he’d probably like. His blush was darker now, but he didn’t move. “You ain’t too old, Harry...” He said, watching him, wetting his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. “Not for me, anyway.”
“Clearly.” He said, his tone as dry as ever. Anyone listening would have no idea that Harry had just reached out and brushed his hand up Eggsy’s thigh. His hand stopped just below Eggsy’s bollocks, and he couldn’t stop himself from brushing them as he pulled back. Eggsy let out a tight breath, and a sound not unlike a whine. Was he begging?
It was close enough for the last of Harry’s self control to crumble.
Harry stood, the movement sharp enough that Eggsy had to quickly step back, startled. “Harry-”
Harry stood over him, and then silently reached up, taking Eggsy’s glasses off. He folded the frames and laid them on his desk, and then just as methodically removed his own.
“That’s a shame-” Eggsy said, staring up at him, “I might’ve liked to watch this back.”
“I assure you, you’ll remember it.”
“Fuck, Harry.” Eggsy groaned quietly. “I’ve been going mad-”
That was all he managed to say before his mouth was claimed in a kiss. It was a thing of absolute filth, of no restraint. Harry had nothing in his way any longer, all the concerns of propriety and acting his station had evaporated the moment he imagined Eggsy listening to the recording with his hand down his trousers.
Harry kissed like he fought, anticipating his moves and countering them, keeping Eggsy permanently off-balance. When Eggsy tried to grasp onto Harry’s shirt, he knocked them away and grabbed his hips, forcing Eggsy to slide his arms around Harry’s neck instead, their bodies pressed close. Harry realized he’d been correct- Dormeuil wool. He slid his hands down, around him, feeling the swell of Eggsy’s arse and squeezing.
Eggsy broke the kiss with a wet smacking sound, already breathing heavier. “D’ya like it-” He said, smiling, and it took Harry a moment too long to realize he was talking about the suit. “Had it done up for ya’. I thought... since you were into the other one...”
Harry kissed him again, rather enjoying this method of interrupting him, “It’s not just the suit.” He corrected, quietly. Eggsy seemed pleased to hear it- perhaps he knew, but Harry would never forgive himself if he wasn’t very clear about this. “Although it certainly doesn’t hurt...”
Eggsy laughed, then pressed his arse back into Harry’s hands. “Oh yeah? So you wont kick me outta bed once I’ve got it off, then?”
Harry hummed, feigning thoughtfulness as he pressed his fingers at the dip between his cheeks, as much as the trousers would allow. Eggsy’s expression went from cocky to stunned, and Harry felt him shudder. “No... I don’t believe I will.” He murmured to him as Eggsy leaned his head against Harry’s chest to pull himself together.
“Fucking hell, Harry...” He said, “You’d better get on with it- I’m gonna die-”
“You’re going to be fine.” Harry soothed him, amused. His hand shook when he reached up and brushed Eggsy’s hair back, then slid it around his jaw to draw him into another kiss. The sound Eggsy made was agonized, clearly a complaint even as he kissed him back.
Harry drew back and took mercy on him, dragging a grinning Eggsy out of his office and towards the bedroom. There would be time, he assured himself, plenty of time to fuck the daylights out of Eggsy Unwin everywhere in this house.
Eggsy pulled away from him once he saw the bed, stepping out in front of Harry and turning to face him. His expression was schooled into something more serious, and Harry braced for the inevitable. “The suit does summat for you, Harry.” He challenged. “I want you to...I want it to be good, yeah, I want to do what you like.”
Harry sighed, then closed the distance between them. He placed his palm flat against Eggsy’s chest, and shoved him back onto the bed. Eggsy fell in a sprawl, eyes wide and grin wider, and pushed himself up on his elbows in an attempt to start hurriedly stripping.
Harry climbed over him, catching his wrists. “No, Eggsy.” He said firmly, and felt him immediately give in like he’d been waiting for this. Harry tried not to think about exactly how well he was being read, how clearly Eggsy seemed to understand what he wanted. Instead he admired the man beneath him as he unfastened his suit jacket, brushing it open dismissively with the back of his hand. Eggsy’s shallow breathing was evident now, his shirt rumpled and clinging to the body it was precisely sized for. Harry’s mouth watered.
When he met Eggsy’s gaze again, he was clearly desperate and struggling not to voice it, his brow pinched and jaw set. A glance down between them showed just how very much he needed this to be sped along, and Harry smiled faintly.
“I’ve hardly touched you.” He marveled, unfastening Eggsy’s belt, tugging it open sharply. He slipped his own jacket off his shoulders, laying it on the bed beside them.
“Fuck...” Eggsy groaned, screwing his eyes shut. “Stop fucking teasing me Harry I can’t, I’m going to come.” His face grew even more red as he said it.
Harry hummed, and fell dutifully quiet as he resumed his task. He stripped Eggsy down, moving his body as needed with his loose-limbed cooperation, taking it all in with sharp admiration. His erection strained, Harry was lightheaded and hot with the need to touch him. Eggsy was down to his pants, and Harry stared at him. The head of his cock jutted out from his dark briefs, rosy and shining at the slit- but Harry didn’t dare touch, that warning ringing in his ears. He peeled the last garment off him, reverent.
Eggsy let out a shaking breath and shifted, rolling over and pushing himself up onto his knees. He swayed as if a bit drunk, his cock hanging heavy and full between his legs. He aimed a cheeky smile over his shoulder, and Harry didn’t understand it until he saw the shine of wet over his reddened hole. “Got started early, love, sorry.”
"...Fuck." Harry breathed, undone. The image came unbidden to him, Eggsy stuffing himself with slick fingers in the bathroom at the tailor’s shop, blindingly hopeful Harry would fuck him after the meeting. Desperate, needy, conniving and clever. It was real, he was really here, presenting himself.
It was all Harry could do to get his trousers open and settle behind him, he didn’t say another word as he guided his cock inside. He couldn’t think anymore. He was bestial, stupid with lust.
All Harry cared about was making Eggsy come. He buried himself into that beautiful, tight heat of him, and fucked with the surety of a man with decades of practice. Even when Eggsy derailed his attention by doing something wonderful, like letting his back dip low so Harry could fuck deeper, or crying out when Harry angled himself just so, he was relentless about his task. His hair felt over his forehead, damp with sweat. There was little finesse, they were both too far gone to care about it. Eggsy bore back into him as Harry drove in, moaning his content when he’d get him as deep as possible. Harry bent over him, clumsily wrapping his sweaty hand around Eggsy’s cock, and felt him tense as he stroked.
“Fuck, fuck-!” Eggsy gasped, spilling hot over Harry’s fingers, shaking as he stroked him through it. Harry slowed, still hard inside him, and shifted to pull out.
“No-” Eggsy gasped in protest, grabbing blindly for him. “Don’t, keep going- please Harry-”
He didn’t need more permission than that, and he hadn't the restraint to stop. He grabbed onto Eggys’s hips, holding him up and yanking him back onto Harry’s cock. Eggsy gasped like the air had been punched out of him, digging his fingers into the coverlet and spreading his legs wider. “Yes, Harry-” He moaned, and gave himself entirely into being used for Harry’s pleasure. He thrust into him madly, feeling Eggsy clench as if to hold him inside, and it was that final desperate act that made him come.
Harry stilled, disconnected for a moment, adrift in stunned pleasure.
He pulled out of him, perhaps a bit too quickly if Eggsy’s quiet hiss of complaint was anything to go by.
“Apologies, darling.” He said, just breathless enough to be gratifying to Eggsy’s ego. He didn’t mind that Eggsy couldn’t manage an answer, instead he spread him open, admiring his puffy, pink rim. He watched the lubricant and come trickle between his legs towards his balls. Eggsy buried his face into a pillow and let out a groan that sounded somewhat like Harry’s name, his spent cock giving a twinge between his legs. “Lovely thing.” He murmured to himself, then bent over him and kissed his back. He eased Eggsy down, watching him twitch as his sensitive cock brushed against the bedsheets. Harry smoothed his hand lovingly over his arse, then his thigh, only then rising to leave him.
Harry was unsteady, his strength exerted and his body loose and relaxed. After washing his hands he ran the tap until the water was warm, wetting and wringing out a washcloth before he returned to bed.
He tended to Eggsy like a gentleman, cleaning him between his legs, and then rolling him over to wipe down his belly and cock. Eggsy watched him, moving as guided, making a soft sound when Harry touched him.
Harry was unsure whether he should speak first, but Eggsy surprised him by pushing himself up. His expression was determined, charmingly stubborn. “Harry.”
He began to answer, but then he was being kissed. Harry kissed him back, touching his cheek again, and let Eggsy draw back after a moment. He was staring, searching for something in Harry’s expression, and when he seemed to find it he relaxed.
“What on earth is happening inside your head.” Harry said, thrown.
“Nothing, just...” Eggsy scrubbed a hand through his hair, making a face. “This isn’t it, yeah? I want... I mean I fancy you. And I want to do it again-”
“Now?” Harry mused. “My apologies, darling, but that’s a bit too optimistic.”
Eggsy laughed, startled, and pushed him. “Shut up- Oh I fucking knew you’d be a dick about this. Come on Harry-”
“Eggsy.” He said, swaying with the push, amused and absolutely besotted. “Lie down, have a rest. Stay here.” He reached over to fix his hair. “When you’ve rested we can talk about how very much I adore you.”
Eggsy blinked, and went pink all over again. “Right. Okay.”
Harry smiled. “And how often I intend to have you.”
“Oh my god.” He covered his face with both hands, dropping back onto the bed and laughing.