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“Your next mission,” Merlin explains as he slides the black leather bound files across his desk.

Eggsy raises an eyebrow at the item, starkly different to the plain brown envelopes their mission briefs usually come in, and allows his curiosity to peak as he swiftly takes it into his hands. Harry has gone silent, looking down at the document with a displeasing glare and a small shake of his head. His dark eyes are unwavering from a small gold embossment in the lower right of the folder.

“Are you serious, Hamish?” he grumbles, clearly vexed by the file, though Eggsy is unsure why. The younger agent begins to flick through the contents while his lovers continue to bicker, only catching a few words here and there as he reads.

“Yes, I’m serious.”

Mission File: Operation Silk Web 
Mission Code: HP-37 
Operative(s): Agent Galahad, Agent Arthur
Target: Ethan Sullivan
Handler: Merlin
Location: Šibenik, Croatia

“Hamish, I am far too old for this, don’t you think? And Eggsy hasn’t done one of these before - wouldn’t it be best to send Percival?”

Mission Brief: Neutralize a dangerous international criminal organization known as "The Syndicate." The leader (Sullivan) is involved in a wide range of illicit activities, including arms smuggling, human trafficking, and cyber espionage. Objective is to retrieve the target's personal mobile phone so Kingsman can dismantle their operation from within.

“Nae, it wouldn’t work. I need two men on this and you’re the only two that can get it done.”

“On what basis, you stubborn git?”

“Just read the bloody file, Harry.”

As Eggsy’s eyes continue to trail over the words, he hears Harry open his own copy to begin reading. 

Identity For Agent Galahad: Alexander Grant
Date of Birth: April 5, 1987 
Nationality: British 
Occupation: Grant comes from a prominent family of art connoisseurs and collectors. He inherited his family's passion for fine art and antiquities, and his extensive knowledge of the art world has made him a respected figure in the industry.
Relationship Status: Partner of Roman DeVere (Submissive)

“Oh…I see,” Eggsy hears his older lover say just as he finishes reading the last sentence and his eyebrows fly up.

“Sorry, guv, what the fuck is this?” he splutters. “Who’s Roman DeVere? And why does it say ‘submissive’?”

“I am Romane DeVere, darling,” Harry states, as if that explains everything and should calm his partner’s nerves. “It’s my alias, as Alexander Grant is yours.”

“Right. But that doesn’t explain the ‘submissive’ part, babe. And what does HP-37 stand for?”

“Honey pot, lad,” Merlin declares, a slight smirk playing on his lips. Eggsy just stares back at him, the pieces of the puzzle still not connecting in his cartwheeling mind. “‘Honey pot’ is a term employed in the espionage world, and describes an… operational practice, in which a covert agent utilises a romantic or sexual relationship to compromise a target for valuable intelligence.” 

The words linger heavy in the air as Eggsy digests them, his face draining of colour. “You want me to sleep with a target?”

“Of course I don’t want you to, lad. But I need you to. Sullivan is the key to all of this.”

“And it has to be us, why?”

“Because this man has a particular…taste. He’s partial to couples, to be quite frank, and you’re the only agents that I’m aware of that have slept together and that I can trust to not let sex make things complicated in the field. I’ve got you both invitations to one of his exclusive parties in Croatia, where at the end of the night he’ll pick a couple to take to bed - I need that couple to be you two. Any more questions?”

“Yes - do we have a choice?” Harry scoffs while Eggsy still gawks at Merlin, utterly bewildered and speechless. 

“No. So pack your bags - your flight leaves at 4.”

Eggsy rolls his shoulders in an attempt to loosen his crisp white cotton shirt to no avail, letting out a huff of displeasure that Merlin tuts into his ear for. 

“Stop fidgeting, Eggsy. You’re nearly at the door.”

“This shirt is so fuckin’ tight, bruv,” the agent grumbles, pulling at his cuffs. “I feel like a proper twat.”

“It’s supposed to be tight.”

“You look delicious, darling,” Harry interjects, weaving an arm around his boyfriend’s waist and pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek. “That ass of yours looks so irresistible in those tight trousers that it’s going to make this the easiest honey pot mission I’ve ever experienced.”

Eggsy feels his face flushing at his partner's words and tries to hide the way his lips fight to stretch into a shit eating grin as they saunter up to the grand door, where a man in a penguin suit is standing. 

“Welcome, gentlemen,” the porter says as the agents approach, his hands clasped firmly behind his back. “Do you have an invitation for this evening?”

“We do,” Harry replies with a pleasant timbre, presenting the documents Merlin had acquired for them. They’re observed with a squinted eye and a white gloved hand before being returned to the older agent, and for a moment their breaths catch in their throat as a weighty silence fills the air. 

“Mr. DeVere, Mr. Grant…we hope you have a pleasant evening,” the concierge finally says with an affable smile before swinging the imposing door open. 

“Thank you kindly,” Harry concludes, placing his hand on the small of Eggsy’s back to encourage him inside.

Eggsy fights a gasp from spilling out of his lips when he takes in his surroundings - everything is dripping in gold and gems, and ochre light from the setting sun is bouncing off every surface. A luxurious chandelier hangs from the tall ceiling, illuminating the grand and inviting staircase that the agents hope to be ascending later. They willingly accept the flutes of champagne offered to them literally on a silver platter, and Eggsy feels a shiver rack through his body. Harry’s hand is immediately in his, intertwining their fingers and squeezing gently but with an air of reassurance. 

“Alright, dear?” Harry says, just loud enough that other party goers will hear him.

The younger turns to him and decides it’s as good a time as any to start the show, nibbling at the taller’s earlobe with an obnoxiously loud growl. “Splendid, babe.”

Eggsy catches sight of a woman in the corner of his eye looking him up and down like he’s a rack of meat, but her head snaps back to her husband when Harry narrows his eyes at her.

“You’re both absolute peacocks,” Merlin grumbles in their ears, but Eggsy can hear the gravel in his voice that says he’s enjoying the production.

“Ready to have some fun?” Eggsy whispers, in Harry’s ear but indirectly to both of his partners. 

“Aye,” Merlin replies at the same time that Harry gasps out a “Absolutely.”

“Go get him, boys,” Merlin snarls proudly, and Eggsy would swear he hears the whisper of a zip being undone. “I’ll be here if you need anything.” With that, a soft click indicates to the agents that Merlin has turned his microphone off, entrusting the mission almost entirely to Eggsy and Harry - he’s always watching but knows they don’t need instruction. They’re Kingsman’s best agents for a reason, after all.  

Eggsy tugs on Harry’s hand to lead him into the throbbing heart of the party, ready to show all of these posh wankers just how much of a prize he is for Harry Hart to have on his arm. 

The night goes as smooth as silk - both men laugh and wink and make their presence known, acting buzzed as if they’ve had multiple glasses of champagne when really they’re still nursing their first. Eggsy presses up against Harry and strokes his chest, throwing his head back as he laughs loudly (and he knows Merlin would be calling him a tart right now if he was here). Harry’s hand stays possessively around his lover’s waist, his grip almost bruising and occasionally gliding down to skim the globe of his ass. It makes Eggsy’s skin erupt in goosebumps. Everyone comments on how cute of a couple they are, and the blush that creeps onto Eggsy’s cheeks isn’t part of the game they’re playing. 

Eggsy is starting to get anxious that they haven’t spotted the target yet when an unfamiliar touch on his shoulder nearly makes him jump out of his skin. The Kingsman agents turn, and there he is: Ethan Sullivan, in all his bastard glory, clad in a ridiculous, ill fitting suit that he probably thinks is stylish. Harry fights a scoff. 

“Forgive me for being so bold, gentlemen,” the man starts in a sticky, camp American drawl, “but I must say you two are a sight for sore eyes.”

He couldn’t be much older than Harry - slight crows feet whisker his eyes and his skin is tired around his mouth, but he still holds himself with an arrogant poise that makes it clear he’s the star of the evening. If he wasn’t such a prick, Eggsy thinks, he’d probably think the salt and pepper hair that is quiffed perfectly on his head would make him almost desirable. 

“You are too kind, Mr. Sullivan,” Harry almost whispers, his voice dropping erotically. Game on. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” 

“The pleasure is all mine. And please, call me Ethan. I thought I would remember inviting such a delicious pair but I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of being introduced.”

“Roman DeVere,” the older says while holding out his hand, which the target shakes without hesitation, his grasp loose but confident. “I believe we did some…trading back in 2017, involving VeriTech,” he recites from the research included in that distasteful black folder. Thank you, Merlin. 

“Oh, of course! How could I forget?” Ethan exclaims, feigning recognition so excessively that Eggsy can’t fight his smirk. Bloody idiot. It’s never the men on top that are the brains of the operation - just the sick mind that starts the cog turning. But it works in their favour, and luckily the target seems to read this as flirting, instead of the actual mocking that it is. “And who is this delicious thing?” 

Harry opens his mouth to reply but Eggsy beats him to it, taking the hand outstretched to him in his own and raising it to his lips. “Alexander, sir,” he mumbles against the wrinkled skin before pressing a kiss to the man’s knuckles. “Charmed.” He throws a wink in for good measure and feels Harry‘s body jolt with an amused snort. 

“You are certainly the one that’s charmed me, young man,” Ethan almost gasps, turning like putty in Eggsy’s hands and putting him right where they want him. Bingo.

“Alexander is my newest toy,” Harry attempts to insert himself back into the conversation, not fond of the way his boyfriend and this piece of shit are unwaveringly locking eyes. Of course, he knows Eggsy is just playing the part - mission comes first and all that bollocks. But Christ, he hates the way Ethan eye fucks his boyfriend and jealousy roars in his chest. “Isn’t he delightful?”

“Indeed he is. Maybe you could be persuaded to share, Mr. DeVere?”

No. “Perhaps.” 

Ethan snickers. “Keeping your prized possessions close - I admire that. And what do you do, Alexander? Or are you being compensated by Mr. DeVere for your desirable presence?”

Eggsy wants to spit on the man. Possession? Compensated? A sugar baby - really? Could he not come up with anything better? He uses the ball of angry heat forming in his stomach to fuel his performance.

“Oh, he wishes!” Eggsy laughs, shaking his head. “No, no - I work in art. I’m a collector of sorts - buying, selling…acquiring. My father was an accomplished connoisseur.” Merlin must’ve hit the nail on the head with his alias if the way Sullivan crumples his face in joy is anything to go by, his clammy hands clasping at the youngest’s bicep. 

“How wonderful! Oh, we must talk art later, darling - I’ve been searching for a particular Rousseau piece for this very villa and you sound like the man to find it for me.”

“It would be my honour, sir,” Eggsy practically moans, laying the flirting on as thick as honey. 

“Glorious! Well, I hate to leave you, but I have to go and say hello to a few more of my guests.” The man’s hand is still on Eggsy’s muscle, gliding up and down ever so minutely and definitely at the point of lingering before he retracts it. “I’ll be watching you two… enjoy the rest of your night, gentlemen.” Eggsy flashes his most enchanting grin, and Harry tries his best to hide his snarl. 

As soon as Sullivan turns away, Harry has Eggsy’s chin in a vice-like grip and pushes their lips together almost punishingly. The younger receives the kiss gratefully, lips parting to lick into Harry’s before he sucks the man’s bottom lip into his mouth.

“Gettin’ a bit jealous there, babe?” Eggsy teases when they part, an eyebrow quirking. 

“You are dreadfully insatiable,” Harry mutters.

“Can you blame me? I’m kissin’ the hottest bloke in the room.” 

Harry squeezes Eggsy’s ass so tightly that he whimpers, leaning into the man’s hold with a desperate pout. “And don’t you forget it, or I’ll make sure you remember tonight,” Harry snaps, but they both know the heat in his voice is fuelled by lust and not anger. Eggsy whines again, trying to slither a hand to his boyfriend’s cock or his cock or anyone’s cock at this point, but Harry grabs his wrist. “Later, my sweet boy,” is all he says before the heat of his body is gone again as he steps back. 

Eggsy allows himself one more glass of champagne, pouring a few drops into Harry’s glass to keep up their facade before he goes back to pretending he’s listening to what any of these old morons are saying. Harry is engrossed in a conversation with someone who introduced himself as a one of Sullivan’s business partners (which business, he didn’t specify), so much so that he doesn’t notice when Ethan himself brushes up against Eggsy and places his lips on the agent’s ear. Eggsy shudders in disgust, fighting the urge to shove the man away.

“Meet me upstairs - fourth room on the left. Mitch will help you if you get lost,” the target whispers into the shell of Eggsy’s ear before retracting and slinking up the staircase like a snake. Eggsy should feel happy - relieved, at least. They did it. They got chosen. The mission is on track.

But he feels his stomach churn like he’s going to be sick.

“Har- Roman,” he mumbles, catching his slip up just before it was too late. Harry turns to him with wide eyes and a hum of acknowledgement. Eggsy simply jerks his head towards the stairs and hopes his partner understands. (He does, obviously).

Hand in hand, they climb the staircase and pass one, two, three doors, until they stop dead in front of the fourth. 

“Ready?” Eggsy offers, his own voice not resounding confidence. 

Harry takes a considerable breath, squeezing his lover’s hand in his and rolling his shoulders before replying, “Ready”.

The two men share a look, hesitance evident in their faces, but they both nod at each other as Eggsy knocks on the wood. 

“Come in, boys,” comes the target's voice, and Harry sees Eggsy take a shaky, deep breath before pushing the entrance open.

Eggsy nearly laughs straight in Ethan’s face when he sees him. He’s already naked, a fur blanket draped over his crotch as he sprawls across his huge bed, and what resembles a smirk plastered on his face. Eggsy thinks it’s supposed to be seductive, but it’s frankly just hilarious. He doesn’t notice he’s stopped in the entryway until Harry pushes him forward by the small of his back, tender and encouraging, so he can close the door behind them.

“Evening,” Harry’s voice fills the silence, his own laugh fighting to bubble to the surface. “Getting comfortable without us, I see?”

“I couldn’t wait, honey,” Sullivan whines, kicking the blanket off of him to reveal his bare body. Well, at least his dick isn’t tiny, Eggsy finds himself thinking. “Join me.”

The Kingsman agents begin to undress hesitantly, toeing off their shoes and pulling at each other’s ties before Eggsy starts to unbutton his boyfriend’s shirt. Harry is staring at him, eyes stern and dilated, silently conveying support, a sense of ‘I’ve got you’, as the younger pushes his shirt off of his shoulders. Eggsy’s is next, earning a pleased hum from the target at his toned torso, quickly followed by both of their trousers until they are stood credulously in nothing but their boxers. 

Ethan crowds Eggsy’s back, the fever of his chest against him being a vexatious contrast to the usual fond and homely feeling of Merlin. God, he wishes it was Merlin instead. Harry’s eyes never leave Eggsy’s, even when the target's hands caress his boyfriend’s sides and he has to bite back the insult on the tip of his tongue, fight the way his hands twitch to punch the man straight in the face. He sees Eggsy’s jaw clench. 

“Let’s not pretend like we aren’t all incredibly horny already,” Sullivan purrs against Eggsy’s shoulder, and the agent has to bite back his laugh at the man’s incredible misinterpretation. “Should we jump to the good part, hm?” Still, Harry just focuses on his lover, and Eggsy gazes right back at him. “I’m going to fuck you, Alex.”

Harry’s hands ball into fists. Eggsy’s extend in a stretch, as if he’s about to pounce.

Mission first, Merlin’s voice subconsciously rings in his head. Fuck him for being such a good instructor.

The youngest whips around rapidly, surprising both of the other men, and then he sinks to his knees like he does so many nights for his lovers. This time, however, he doesn’t lower with a ridiculously hard cock, but with a bit of puke rising in his throat.

Mission first, he repeats to himself. I can do this.

He hears Ethan growl above him, his voice grating his brain when he says: “That’s my good boy.”

He raises his right hand, willing it to stop shaking, and he’s just about to reach out for the target’s cock when it suddenly disappears from his vision as the man falls stiffly backwards like a plank of wood. He goes rigid and hits the ground with a thump, his body unmoving and with a familiar red speck on his neck.

“What the fuck, Harry?!” Eggsy sputters, eyes wide and wild in shock. “You fuckin’ darted him? Are you mental?”

Harry slowly lowers his hand from where he had used his Kingsman watch to take Sullivan down. He doesn’t respond immediately, opting to walk over to the target nonchalantly and kick at his shin to ensure he really is unconscious. When Sullivan stays motionless, he whips his head around to look at Eggsy. His eyes are cold and fierce, practically black with adrenaline and anger - but they soften immediately when they land on the younger, as if his pupils are shrinking and the familiar brown hue is bleeding back into them - a beast exiting fight or flight. “You are ours,” is all he says before he starts searching the room for what Eggsy assumes is the target's phone. 

“Good job, Arthur,” Merlin suddenly cuts back in, his own voice shaky and unnerved. “Bloody bastard,” he hisses under his breath, but Eggsy still hears him.

“Nah, what the fuck, guv?” Eggsy barks while standing, hands on hips as he watches Harry yank open drawer after drawer. “What happened to ‘mission comes first’?”

“Harry did what was right for the mission, lad,” Merlin snaps back with a huff. 

“Bullshit,” Eggsy hears himself spit before he’s even realised he’s about to say it. “Absolute bullshit. You’re both just jealous!”

“Stop chattering, Galahad, and look for his bloody phone or some sort of device so I can get you out of there before Harry explodes.”

Eggsy snorts, turning to look in a full body mirror hanging on the wall so he knows Merlin can see him through his glasses. “Only if you admit it.”

“We do nae have time for this, agent.”

“Admit it. Or you can kiss that phone goodbye.”

He hears Merlin grumble, so close to the microphone that the sound causes a shiver to run down Eggsy’s spine. Harry has given up in his search, instead hastily throwing his clothes back on and muttering under his breath.

“Fine - no phone for you,” the youngest pokes, a smirk curling his lips and a layer of cheek weighing on his words as he crosses his arms over his chest. He expects Harry to tut at him and for Merlin to sigh, and then call him ‘pet’ or some other name that makes him weak at the knees and order him to get on with the bloody job (which he will do with his tail between his legs).

What he doesn’t expect is the way Harry strides his way, towers over him and practically growls in his face with his sharp teeth bared like a wolf. One of the man’s hands wraps around Eggsy’s throat, squeezing but not restricting as he glowers down at the younger. Eggsy can feel the coarse fabric of Harry’s suit scratching at his bare skin, the offered power dynamic so wickedly sensual that a whimper bubbles in his throat. The sound dies where it forms, Harry’s fingers on his windpipe preventing it from coming to life. 

“You want me to get possessive? Fine,” Harry snarls. “You are ours, dear boy, and it would be wise of you to remember it. That pathetic man deserves far worse than what I did to him for laying his revolting hands on my precious pet, and it’s been excruciating to watch him eye fuck you all evening. Don’t think I didn’t notice the way he brushed a hand across your body anytime he passed, and practically ignored my presence. I wanted to kill him for touching you, for praising you the way only we know how, and for treating you like a toy that he could use and throw away when he’s tainted you with his filth. He’s fucking lucky that Kingsman has rules against unnecessary murders or, trust me, he would be in many pieces by now.”

Well, fuck. 

Eggsy quickly realises he’s so hard he could hammer nails with his dick.

There’s a few moments where no one moves, the only sound in the room being the jagged pants falling out of Harry’s mouth. Eggsy is staring up at him with glittering eyes, mouth slightly agape and tongue threatening to loll out.

Suddenly, the older man seems to snap to his senses and retracts his hand from his lover's throat as if he’s been burnt. He looks down at his own hand, which is now shaking, and then back up at Eggsy, frightened at himself and convinced that Eggsy is about to run away in fear and never return.

“Eggsy, I am so s-”

“Merlin,” Eggsy cuts in, waiting for the handler’s weak hum of acknowledgement before he finishes his sentence. “Get us out of ‘ere right now so I can suck the life out of Harry’s dick.”

“Get me that phone and I’ll fly myself out to Croatia to join you,” Merlin snorts, a hint of relief in his exhale. Harry’s face twitches, as if he didn’t hear right, as if he was expecting an insult - but then his mouth twists into a grin and Eggsy beams back.

“Aye aye, Captain.” And with that, the agent wanders straight over to the leather sofa in the corner of the room and plucks the target’s mobile into his hand. He’d noticed it laying there, peeking out between two yellow cushions, as soon as they had walked in - if there was any skill he had that other Kingsman agents didn’t, it was a keen eye and an impressive sleight of hand. “Told you my council estate days taught me somethin’, yeah?” he smirks, smug at the way Harry’s face flushes with pride.

Harry swoops Eggsy into a searing kiss, all lips and ardour as he mumbles “wonderful boy” against his mouth. The younger’s stomach finally churns in a pleasant way. 

Eggsy dresses swiftly, not bothering to do up his tie and instead shoving it in his pocket, yet somehow still looking like a million dollars. Hand in hand, the agents depart the room with an air of confidence, trying their best to look casual as they pass a brute of a man that Eggsy assumes is Mitch. The bodyguard’s eyes narrow ever so slightly, but the youngest agent sends him a wink and the man’s guard lowers as he smirks in false understanding. It must be a regular nightly occurrence for Sullivan, if this is truly that easy of an escape, the youngest finds himself thinking. 

Eggsy takes a deep breath when the front doors close behind them, the music and chatter fading and confirming their welcome departure. The air is balmy and humid but the agent sucks it into his lungs like it’s the freshest oxygen from the alps and sighs loudly on his exhale. Harry watches him carefully, as if he’s analysing every flex of Eggsy’s face and every movement of his body - as if he’s one of the butterflies he has pinned on his wall back home. 

They’re silent as they return to the car they brought - a forest green 1955 Aston Martin DB3S; thank you again, Merlin. Eggsy chucks Harry the keys, who catches them effortlessly, making the younger smirk at their rom com cliche moment. 

They’ve been driving for 10 minutes, Eggsy’s hand reposing on his boyfriend’s thigh as he watches tropical trees fly by his window, when Harry speaks. It’s hard to hear, given the speed he’s driving at, the rumble of the classic engine and the lack of roof, so he makes an effort to speak with conviction. 

“Are you alright, my darling?” the older asks, a sense of prudence and compassion in his voice. Eggsy knows this voice - he recognises it from countless nights in their bed, thrashing about on Harry’s fingers as Merlin feeds him his cock. 

“Huh?” Eggsy startles, pivoting his head to look at Harry. “Yeah, ‘m fine. You?”

“I’m alright.”

More silence settles over them as they continue driving. Eggsy recognises a particularly beautiful peony bush that tells him they’re nearly back to their accommodation.

“You know, Eggsy,” Harry starts again, his hand lifting off of the gear stick to intertwine their fingers in his lap, “I was very shaken up after my first honey pot.”

“Yeah?”

“Indeed. I had a panic attack, actually. I was so high on adrenaline and fear, but I didn’t realise it until the plane landed back at HQ and I saw Merlin.” His eyes glaze over as he retells the story, a fond fog clouding them as if he’s rewatching it happen all over again in his mind. “He was waiting for me, as if he knew. As soon as I locked eyes with him, I fell apart. We weren’t even dating then, but he held me that whole night as I sobbed, declaring that after any honey pot thereafter he would be there to put me back together again. To claim me. Bring me home. It became a slight tradition, after that, and eventually it led to sex. As it always does with us, which you are aware of.” 

Eggsy smirks at that, nodding at his own experience with the two men. At the start of the story he had felt marginally omitted, watching as his partner’s lips curled with a tender smile as he reminisced; the good old days, he imagined him saying. But then he had muttered those last 5 words and the tightness in Eggsy’s chest released. It was hard to remember that Harry and Merlin actually wanted him - loved him, even. That he wasn’t just a third wheel intruding on their love story. But they never let him forget. 

“What I’m saying, Eggsy,” Harry concludes, brows furrowed not in concern, but in empathy, “is that it’s normal to feel…not normal right now, after your first. And I am here for whatever you need.”

Eggsy nods. He understands - he thinks. He does feel…off. Like a picture frame that’s slightly askew, or a clock that’s been moved from its usual location on the mantelpiece, the minute hand slightly lagging behind. He can’t place the feeling, but he knows he doesn’t feel…home. Instead, he can still feel the intrusive touch of Sullivan lingering on his skin. 

Harry lets the man mull the words and feelings over as he swings the car into the garage of their villa, heaving the rigid handbrake up with a huff. They retire straight to the living room that overlooks the ocean, kicking off their Oxford’s and letting them be invidious for once. Harry pours them both a martini; one olive for him and two for Eggsy - their own post mission tradition. Eggsy takes it with a grateful smile, all teeth and false mettle, but Harry notices the way his hands tremble. 

They nurse their drinks slowly as hands travel, and soon enough Eggsy is stroking his thumb dangerously close to Harry’s filling cock. He downs the rest of his martini in one swoop, his Adam's apple bobbing deliciously, before he straddles across the older’s lap. The man only has a few drops of his own martini left but Eggsy takes it anyway, throwing the remaining liquid down his throat with a hiss and discarding the glass on the end table. 

The agent’s touches are heavy and deliberate, tugging at his boyfriend’s belt while he smashes their lips together. Harry’s body betrays him with a sinful moan that Eggsy swallows, but somehow he finds the strength to pull away from the beautiful boy that's grinding down on him. The younger chases his lips with his own but is halted by a firm hand on his chest, causing him to whine and pout in displeasure. 

“What do you need, Eggsy?” Harry pants, his voice low and demanding. 

“You,” Eggsy gasps before trying to surge forward for another kiss. Harry stops him again. 

“No, I didn’t ask what you want,” he commands with a shake of his head. “I asked what you need.”

Eggsy blinks at him once, twice, the gears in his head turning. He doesn’t want to think about that - doesn’t want to think about anything. But he definitely doesn’t want to think about the way the target's hands felt on his skin, like he was being burned with a flaming rod and cut with razor sharp ice all at once. He wanted to forget it all. 

“I need wreckin’”, Eggsy finally admits, a tear escaping him and trailing down his cheek. “I need to forget what it felt like when he… I want it all gone. Just want to be thinkin’ of you and Merlin and your cock and nuffin’ else. Need you to wreck me and put me back together again. Mark me as yours. Replace all his touches with your hands, bruise me with your fingerprints.” A few moments of silence, another tear (which Harry catches with his thumb), and then a strangled “please” falls out of Eggsy’s mouth. 

Harry doesn’t have to be told twice. He practically leaps forward, one hand cupping his boyfriend’s cheek and the other hooking around his back to lift him up. Eggsy yelps as he’s hoisted up but Harry swallows the sound with his lips, licking into his mouth with authority and domination. The younger lets him in willingly, moaning as their tongues curl around each other and he wraps his legs around his partner’s waist.

Eggsy gasps at the feeling of the cool wall on his back, a crisp contrast to the heat radiating off the two men’s bodies, but welcome nonetheless. Harry trails his lips down Eggsy’s face, across his cheek and nudges his jaw with his nose until the agent turns to offer his neck. Tapered teeth sink into his flesh, the feeling of Harry biting and sucking so perfect that Eggsy can’t help but cry out and pull at the man’s hair. Harry chuckles against his pulse point before pulling back, only to flash a smirk at the younger as he starts unbuttoning his shirt. 

The younger arches his back in ardour, practically encouraging the material to tear away from his body as he whimpers in want. It’s not long before both of their shirts are on the floor and needy hands are grabbing at belt buckles, the position making it strenuous but all the more sensual. 

“Put me down,” Eggsy says, accompanied by a tap to Harry’s shoulder. The older does, and watches with wide eyes as the younger whips his belt off and pushes his trousers and underwear down and off in record time. Once naked, Eggsy grins up at his boyfriend proudly before focusing his attention on his garments. Harry helps him remove his clothes, collecting the sachet of lube he had stored in the front left pocket (silently grateful he didn’t end up using it with the target), and soon enough Eggsy has his arms wrapped around the older’s neck and is hopping on the count of three to be lifted, once again, and pressed back up against the wall. 

Eggsy wheezes at the feeling of Harry’s finger pressing at his entrance, wanting so desperately to grind down on it but instead shaking his head. “Straight in,” he begs against Harry’s shoulder, which he is nipping at. “‘m already open, just get in me.”

“Eggsy-”

“Please. I need you, ‘Arry,” Eggsy insists when Harry begins to argue. 

“A-are you sure?” Harry mumbles, finger shuddering against the puckering hole that is fluttering and searching for something to clench down on. 

“Positive.”

“I…well, alright. If that’s what you want.”

“It is. Promise.”

“Just…let me know if it hurts, okay?” 

Eggsy nods before pressing their lips together again, this kiss slow and romantic. Harry thoroughly lubes his cock up, pumping it in his hold a couple of times before lining it up with Eggsy’s rim. 

“Ready, my love?”

“Ready.”

Both men whimper when the head of Harry’s cock breeches Eggsy’s hole, the space greedily sucking it in with a lewd sound. The older man hardly moves, allowing the position of Eggsy’s legs wrapped around his waist and his body pressed against the wall to draw him in naturally. The agent is a mewling mess, his sentences hardly making sense, but Harry catches a few “yes”’s and a “so full” and “please please please”. It takes all of Harry’s Kingsman training on restraint (and deep breaths) to not sink in to the hilt and start ploughing into his boy straight away. 

“F-fuck!” Eggsy wails when Harry’s cock finally fully sheathes itself, the tip catching perfectly on his bundle of nerves for a brief moment. He shudders with delight, his body like a live wire and thumping with need. 

“Oh, my beautiful boy,” Harry gasps when their bodies slot together, dropping his head to Eggsy’s shoulder and littering a few kisses across the moled skin. “So perfect for me. So tight and hot.” The younger whines at the praise, his thighs flexing around Harry’s waist as his hands card through the curls at the nape of his neck. 

“M-move,” Eggsy murmurs, hips rolling in an attempt to gain some friction. “Please.” 

And who was Harry to deny that beautiful plea, stumbling from the pillowy lips of the most stunning angel he’d ever seen? 

Harry’s thrusts are sloppy and irregular, but they make up for it in their powerful drive that has Eggsy’s back banging against the wall. The older pistons his hips forward as quick as he can, fingers digging into his lover's hips for purchase but also to ensure Eggsy got his wish and ended up with bruises in the shape of his hands. The sound of Harry’s balls slapping against his boyfriend’s ass mixed with the wanton moans erupting from Eggsy without hesitation has the lead agent stumbling towards his orgasm sooner than he likes, grumbling low in his throat before catching Eggsy in a lopsided kiss. 

“Gonna come in me?” Eggsy murmurs against Harry’s lips, aware that his partner is close to his orgasm and wanting to watch him tip over the edge at his words. “Gonna fill me up and mark your territory?” Harry grumbles again, but this time it’s more of a growl, his head dropping to Eggsy’s shoulder again as he continues his vigorous thrusts. 

“Fucking hell, pet,” Harry hisses, grip growing tighter and tighter on his lover’s skin. “If you keep speaking like that, I won’t last.”

“Don’t care,” Eggsy whimpers, arching his back and letting his mouth fall open in a silent scream when the new position directs Harry’s cock right onto his prostate. “Want it,” he gasps, eyes shining with tears and bottom lip close to cracking as he bites down on it. “Want you so bad, ‘Arry. All of you.”

“You’ve got me,” the older assures gently, his soft tone juxtaposing the sinful way his cock continues to abuse Eggsy’s hole and his teeth scrape across his flesh. “And I’ve got you.”

Those last few words send Eggsy into a spiral, tears falling from his eyes as he babbles words of devotion. Harry stills his motions and raises one hand to stroke at the man’s cheek, shushing him quietly as their eyes lock. 

“It’s alright, love. I’m here.” 

The kiss they share is so sweet and precious that Eggsy lets out a strangled laugh, one furled purely by glee. Harry looks at him like he’s the most precious artefact in the world, like he belongs in the Louvre or that he single-handedly hung the moon. And, for once, Eggsy doesn’t attempt to duck his head or shy away from the blush that paints his cheeks. 

Eggsy takes the hand on his face loosely, giving Harry the ability to stop him if he wishes, and leads it to his neck. The older inhales sharply, but he subconsciously licks his lips and Eggsy smirks. Covering Harry’s hand with his own, the younger wraps the man’s hand around his throat and encourages him to squeeze. When he does, Eggsy gasps and unconsciously bucks his hips, both of them letting out a hearty moan at the feeling. The younger nods, and of course Harry understands the meaning, drawing his hips back until just the cock of his head is in his lover before slamming back in. 

Eggsy thinks he should feel embarrassed with the speed he’s reaching his orgasm, but he only feels desire and pleasure course through his veins as Harry pumps into him and his strong, capable hands restrict his airway. It’s subtle - there but not punishing, limiting but not instructing; and Eggsy curses at himself for not trying this sooner. He can’t remember the last time he’s felt this aroused, this fulfilled. 

It only takes 5 thrusts of Harry’s hips to have Eggsy coming, his whole body shuddering with the sensation as thick ropes of white paint both of their torsos. Harry follows suit after another few pushes, his groan deep and intense as his spend pulses into Eggsy’s ass. They’re both panting abundantly, chests heaving up and down in abandon while sweat gathers at their hairlines. Eggsy grins widely when they look at each other, and Harry can’t help but kiss him again. 

They’re quick to get cleaned up and climb into bed, foregoing pyjamas to sleep in the nude and revel in the way one’s skin feels against the others. Eggsy falls asleep swiftly, his lips slightly parted and neck tipped back to showcase the few hickeys Harry had peppered the milky skin with. 

Moving carefully as to not wake his boyfriend, Harry reaches for his mobile and smiles at the notification introduced with Merlin’s name. 

Merlin

[01:26] After I’ve finished my paperwork I’m taking one of the Kingsman jets. Will hopefully be there by the time you’ve had breakfast. Booked us all a few days off work and extended the stay in the villa. Get some rest - you’re going to need it. I love you both more than anything. X

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The sun is already beating down harshly on the day by the time Eggsy blinks his eyes open the next morning. He’s immediately greeted with the sight of Harry staring back at him, his eyes heavy with sleep but creasing at the sides as he smiles at his lover. 

“Mornin’”, Eggsy grumbles, voice thick and coarse. 

“Good morning, beautiful,” Harry mumbles back before leaning forward to press a kiss to the younger’s nose. “How did you sleep?”

“Like a fuckin’ baby,” Eggsy snorts, rolling onto his back to stretch his arms out and arch his back like a spoiled feline. He groans as the muscles in his body flex and extend, an aching feeling present on his hips. He smiles at himself, knowing that if he looked down he would see the faint remanence in the shapes of Harry’s hands blooming purple on his skin. “What time we flyin’ home?” 

“We’re not,” the older chimes with a grin, slinging an arm across Eggsy’s middle to pull him into his hold. “Merlin extended our stay here, booked us a few days off of work and should be on his way in a jet right now.”

The younger agent’s eyebrows fly up at the news, his eyes growing in a mixture of surprise and joy. “You serious?” he whispers, as if he’s scared speaking too loudly will scare the perfect situation away, washed out of reach in the fog of sleep. 

“Deadly.”

“We’re havin’ a holiday?”

“I suppose that’s what it is, yes.”

“Fuckin’ aces,” Eggsy grins, the fatigue that was dragging on his body suddenly gone and replaced with a surge of buzzing energy. “Never been on a holiday like this before.”

“It will be the first of many, I assure you,” Harry replies, punctuating the statement with a kiss just as Eggsy’s stomach rumbles. “How about we have some breakfast and then waste the day lounging by the pool?”

Eggsy nibbles at Harry’s bottom lip and shivers when the man growls. “Fuck yes, Harry.”

Merlin, as organised as ever, had of course ensured ahead of time that the villa they were staying in was stocked with fresh fruit, vegetables and all other types of ingredients; that’s how Eggsy finds himself beaming like a fool as he watches Harry mill about the open plan kitchen, flipping his signature pancakes both of his partners love while humming to the music he’s playing on the speaker. 

Eggsy, wearing only a pair of ridiculously skimpy swimming trunks, wraps his arms around his partner's waist and revels in the way Harry moans at the feeling of his balmy skin against his back. They find themselves swaying to the tune, their bodies slotting together like puzzle pieces while Eggsy litters kisses up the older’s neck. Harry’s head drops back to rest on Eggsy’s shoulder, a hum rumbling in his throat when the younger scrapes his teeth along his jaw. He almost curses at the man when he pulls away abruptly, but when he turns he’s pleasantly greeted by the breathtaking sight in which is his boyfriend’s ass in those tiny red shorts, and bites back his complaint.  

They eat breakfast outside, under a parasoled table overlooking the ocean and with a pot of tea and a jug of orange juice. It’s almost perfect - there’s just one thing missing. Or more accurately, one person missing. 

After they’ve cleaned up, Harry helps Eggsy lather suncream on almost every inch of his body (he wishes it was every inch) before pulling on his own navy bathing suit and covering his torso (much to Eggsy’s dismay) with a striped white and blue linen shirt. 

Eggsy is already stretched out on a sun lounger when Harry joins him outside with a book in hand and sunglasses perched on his arched nose. The younger is laying on his back, muscles the most slack Harry has ever seen them be, and his eyes are closed in pure bliss. The sun glints across the gold pendant around Eggsy’s neck, catching the light and making Harry smile possessively as it glimmers and dances its radiant meaning. Eggsy hasn’t taken the necklace off since they gifted it to him, and everytime Harry sees it it’s a reminder that he’s theirs. It makes his heart swell. 

“Looking good, Eggsy,” Harry chimes with a smirk, his eyes raking across the milky flesh on show. 

“Feelin’ good, babe,” Eggsy chuckles without opening his eyes, sinking further into the furniture with a sigh. “Haven’t felt this relaxed in…well, ever.”

“It suits you.” 

Eggsy peeks one eye open, squinted against the summer sun as he looks Harry up and down. “Suits you too,” the younger beams, subconsciously licking his lips. The older smirks at his boyfriend as he perches on the other sunbed, placing his book on the little table between him and Eggsy. He stretches himself out with an approving hum, hands coming to rest on his stomach as he allows his eyes to flutter closed.

Bliss. Pure, serene bliss.

And then Eggsy, as cheeky as ever, bombs into the pool and sends a wave of crisp chlorine water over Harry’s relaxing body. He’s hardly wet and the cooling sensation is fairly welcome, but he still snaps up with a squawk as he gasps at his boyfriend, who is giggling from the water.

“Christ, Eggsy!” Harry barks, but it soon turns into a chuckle as his younger lover falls into a fit of laughter. 

“Sorry, babe, I couldn’t help myself,” Eggsy wheezes, eyes turning into crescents as his grin grows.

“Oh, is that right? I should put you over my knee for that, cheeky,” Harry grumbles, though there’s no hint of malice in his tone. 

“Aw come on, don’t threaten me with a good ti- Merlin!”

Before Harry’s brain can comprehend what is happening, Eggsy has scrambled out of the pool (arms bulging and skin glistening as he hauls himself out by his pure strength alone) and is running past him. The older man turns to see his breathtaking husband walking towards them and watches as he’s practically bowled over by Eggsy jumping into his arms. Merlin catches him willingly (effortlessly), arms curling around the boy as strong thighs wrap around his waist. Harry grins; no matter how many times he sees his lovers interact, it will still make his heart flutter.

He watches as Eggsy kisses Merlin, all tongue and teeth and desperation, leaving the Scotsman gasping when he finally drops back down to the floor. “Hey,” he hears the younger mumble, followed by a brogued “hello, lad” before he has half a mind to get involved. Harry stands and crosses the short distance across the patio to stand next to his partners. 

“Hello, Hamish,” Harry says, beaming when he’s pulled into the taller’s hold.

“Hello, my gorgeous husband,” comes his accented reply, followed by a breathtaking, deep kiss that practically turns Harry’s knees to jelly. They rest their foreheads together when they eventually pull away, and Eggsy whines.

“Fuck me, bruv. Keep that up and I’m gonna blow you both on this bloody patio,” he huffs, but the way his tongue darts out to licks his lips shows he’s not disinterested in the idea.

“You should let a bloke at least get changed first, aye?” Merlin titters, a large hand rising to cup Eggsy’s cheek. “And then I promise you can have my cock anywhere you want.” Harry joins him in his laughter when the youngest chokes on his breath.

It’s not long before Merlin has joined them by the pool, shirt removed and suit trousers replaced with a favourably fitting pair of forest green swimming trunks. He lets Harry fuss over him for a few minutes (including lathering his hairless head with suncream) before reaching his tether and batting the man’s hands away, tutting at his worrying. Eggsy watches them with a wide grin, not even attempting to make an effort to hide the way his eyes rake up and down Merlin’s body. 

“Quit staring, Eggsy. You’re acting like you’ve never seen me shirtless before,” Merlin grumbles, intertwining his fingers and tucking his hands behind his head as he lays back. Like this, his toned abdomen is even more on show, flexing and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Eggsy practically growls as he crawls over from where he was laying with a hand in the water, slinking towards the man like a jungle cat and climbing on top of the sunbed before trailing his mouth up the length of his body. He hears Merlin’s breath shake and sees the whole body shudder that racks his body, even though the sun is relentless with its heat. 

“It’s a crime to look this good,” Eggsy slurs, his voice low and raspy. He hovers over Merlin’s mouth as he speaks, eyes flickering down to the man’s lips that are pulled into a proud smirk. “Don’t you think, Haz?”

Harry, unwillingly having his attention pulled away from his book, peers at his lovers over the top of his sunglasses with a sigh. “Yes, yes, he’s very fit. Now stop teasing him,” he offers with a finishing tone, indicating that he’s done with being a part of the conversation by pushing his shades further up his nose and burying it back into his pages.

“Aye, I agree with him,” Merlin sneers smugly, a slight tilt in his head as he speaks in a challenging tone. “You should stop teasing me, lad.”

“Aw, but it’s so fun,” Eggsy sniggers, making sure his breath ghosts over the Scotsman’s pulse point as he starts to travel down. Merlin’s breath hitches, miniscule and brief, but the agent revels in it. “What’s wrong, babe? Cat got your tongue?”

“I think your tongue would be more useful elsewhere, don’t you agree?”

“That’s more like it.”

Eggsy trails hot and quick kisses down Merlin’s chest, flicking his tongue out at a nipple as he passes just to feel the man twitch underneath him. His lips trace every muscle, every dip, every curve, worshipping but hurried, and soon Eggsy is laying between Merlin’s parted legs. He mouths at the older’s cock over the fabric a few times, savouring the way it plumps almost immediately and the man in question grunts. A large hand cards through Eggsy’s hair when he begins to pull the garment down, Merlin lifting his hips to aid in the removal. 

“Fuck…missed you,” Eggsy borderline whispers, his eyes not wavering from staring at his lover’s body. His eyes flutter closed as he moves forward, plump lips parted to take Merlin into his mouth. The Scotsman curses and his grip tightens on Eggsy’s head, not quite tugging but inferring his satisfaction. 

Eggsy’s mouth is warm and soft, like velvet and a history of sin. A grumble bubbles in the older’s chest, the sound practically making his body vibrate as Eggsy bobs his head. He doesn’t hesitate to be messy about it - it’s all tongue and saliva and smacking sounds whenever he pulls off. 

“Christ, that’s good…” Merlin gasps, scratching at Eggsy’s scalp as he allows his head to drop back onto the headrest. “Certainly makes up for me not being here last night.”

Eggsy’s gaze meets Merlin’s as he licks a thick stripe up the underside of his member. “Wish you were,” he pants, pressing kisses to the head. “Wish you could’ve watched.” Merlin snorts and the agent raises an eyebrow.

“Oh, I watched, darling boy. It was magnificent.” Eggsy gives him a puzzled look, and he chuckles. “You think I’d let us stay in a place without any security cameras?” That makes the youngest grin like the cheshire cat, his hazel eyes gleaming with arousal.

“Dirty old man,” Harry mumbles, but it’s the only thing he adds to the conversation before he’s back to reading once again. 

“You’re unreal,” Eggsy remarks before diving back over Merlin, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks in earnest.

It only takes a few more minutes to have Merlin coming hot and thick down Eggsy’s throat, the man swallowing gratefully as he hums in approval. Merlin yanks him up by his hair when he pulls off with a lewd sound, smashing their lips together and licking into his mouth, moaning at the taste of himself. They grin at each other when they finally part, like two lovesick puppies that can’t believe their luck. 

“Well, now I need to cool off,” Harry croaks, the sound of him snapping his book closed slicing through the tension. He growls something as he passes his two lovers, glaring as they laugh at him. They’ve always enjoyed teasing each other, but it’s even more rewarding when they get a reaction from Harry, who is usually so calm and collected. 

Harry ignores them, strides over to the pool and dives in, body arched perfectly and hardly causing a splash. 

“Is there anythin’ he can’t do?” Eggsy huffs, rolling his eyes as he sits up. 

“Aye, but he’s an insistent peacock that doesn’t like to admit such things,” Merlin smirks, watching his husband glide through the water like a dolphin. Eggsy laughs lightly and stands, patting Merlin’s thigh as he passes. 

“You comin’?” he offers before plunging into the pool after Harry, swimming over to the man and scooping him into his strong arms. Merlin, as he always will, jumps too.

The sun is beginning to set when Merlin finds Harry in the living room, eyes pensive as he looks out over the ocean. The three men had spent the rest of the day doing not much other than sunbathing, swimming and kissing. Merlin made a few slices of bruschetta and a fruit salad for lunch, and Eggsy made cocktails as Harry read excerpts of his book to his lovers. All in all, it was a picture perfect day. 

The Scot perches next to his husband on the linen couch and pulls one of the man’s hands into his lap, smiling softly when Harry jumps at the contact and looks at him with a bewildered look.

“Oh, Hamish,” he voices, familiarity flooding his face as he returns from his head. “Sorry, I was lost in thought.”

“I could see that,” Merlin mumbles, pressing a kiss to the back of Harry’s hand. He squeezes it in return. “Is everything alright, mo chridhe?”

“Yes, yes, of course. I just…I was thinking about Eggsy.” Merlin quirks an eyebrow but inclines his head to encourage the man to continue. “I worry about him. He had his first honeypot mission yesterday and he hasn’t mentioned it at all since the fact. I’m concerned that he’s bottling something up.”

Merlin hums in thought, rubbing soothing circles into his husband’s skin. “Has he been acting off?”

“No, not at all. The opposite, to be honest.” 

“I see.”

“And that’s what bothers me. I’m sure you’ve noticed that he’s been all over us the whole day.”

Merlin nods in agreement, his mouth twisting in uncertainty. “I have. He practically climbed ye in the shower, and his eyes were so hungry when he looked at me that I felt like his prey,” the man chuckles, attempting to bring a hint of humour to the scenario. Harry doesn’t flinch, frown still creasing his forehead. “If you’re worried, Harry, ye should talk to him. You know he would be touched to hear that ye care so much.”

“Mm,” Harry hums, not sounding convinced. “Maybe.”

“Try not to think yourself sick, love,” Merlin suggests before pressing a chaste kiss to the man’s cheek and rising from the sofa.

“That was aces,” Eggsy praises, putting the last clean pot in the cupboard. “Thanks for cooking, babe.”

“My pleasure,” Merlin replies, meaning the sentiment entirely. “I’m glad you haven’t gotten bored of my food just yet.” Eggsy scoffs and rises on his tiptoes to press their lips together for a lingering kiss.

“Never gonna get bored of your food,” the agent drawls, his voice low. “Or you in general. Or Harry.” He punctuates the truth with a pinch to Merlin’s arse, grinning up at the man when he sneers. 

“We are certainly glad to hear it, lad,” Merlin starts, but his voice trails off when Eggsy starts to kiss down the length of his neck. He growls low in this throat when the agent starts to nip at his skin, the intention of leaving a mark as clear as day. 

“Am I interrupting something?” Harry teases, tone light as he leans against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Never,” Eggsy chirps, reaching out to pull the man closer. “We were just getting things warmed up.”

“Is that so?” Hary taunts, gasping when Eggsy starts mouthing at his jaw. “And what are we warming up for, dear?” He feels the youngest’s lips twitch into a smirk against his skin.

“You’re the one who’s gonna need the biggest warm up, babe,” Eggsy suggests, bringing his hands around to palm at Harry’s backside. “Been gaggin’ to fuck ya.” 

“Oh?” Harry says, failing to hide the surprise in his voice. Behind Eggsy, he sees Merlin raise an eyebrow.

“No?” Eggsy frowns, pulling away and raising his hands to a more chaste position at the older’s hips. “If you don’t wanna…I mean you don’t have to. I just thought…” he trails off and shakes his head.

“Thought what, darling?” Harry pushes, lifting Eggsy’s chin with a finger. “Talk to us.” 

Eggsy feels Merlin press against his back, his kisses soft on the nape of his neck. The agent takes a deep breath, filling his chest and letting it fall completely before he speaks.

“Kinda wanna be in some sort of control tonight,” he admits, eyes beginning to glaze over when Harry’s thumb swipes across his bottom lip. “Just ‘cause, ya know…of last night.” Merlin rumbles his agreement loud in his ear, nibbling at his lobe and making him gasp. Harry nods with a soft smile before taking Eggsy’s hands in his and lowering them back down to his arse.

“Then control you will have.”

When Eggsy pushes Harry through the door a few minutes later, he’s quick to start unbuttoning the man’s shirt and curses when his fingers shake. Merlin’s hands cover his, steadying them as he always does for the man, and works with him to undress Harry. 

“Relax, lad,” Merlin exhales, voice low with arousal. “We’ve got plenty of time.” Eggsy nods, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as Harry’s body is revealed. The linen is soon floating to the floor and Eggsy runs his hands up the man’s chest, admiring the sight.

“Bloody gorgeous, you are,” he mumbles, massaging the flesh of Harry’s sides and smiling when the man whimpers. “Still can’t believe my luck, gettin’ you two.” 

“Believe me when I say it is us that’s in disbelief,” Harry chuckles, leaning into the smaller’s touch. “Every day with you is a dream.”

“Harry…” Eggsy says, eyes glimmering as he locks their gazes together. “I love you.”

“And I you, dear boy.”

“Love you, too,” Eggsy adds, leaning back into Merlin’s chest when the man presses up against him. 

“I love you both,” Merlin whispers against his jaw, ghosting the skin with his breath. “Now, tell us what you want.”

Eggsy’s head whips round, staring at the Scotsman with a stunned expression. “Y-you serious?” he stutters in astonishment. “You’ll let me call the shots?”

“Of course,” Merlin nods, pecking the man’s forehead. “You asked for control, so I’m giving it to you.” 

“I…wow,” Eggsy wheezes, nibbling at his bottom lip in thought. “Okay, uh. Harry, I want you naked and on your back.” 

Eggsy’s cock jumps enthusiastically when Harry immediately obeys, folding his trousers and underwear in a neat pile once the items are shed. The other two men watch in admiration, jaws practically hanging open and drooling at the sight. 

“How’s this?” Harry inquires once he’s in position, his body thrumming with excitement. 

“Good,” Eggsy confirms, and then when he sees Harry’s subtle reaction, “very good, Harry.” The addressed man shudders, his breathing becoming laboured as the praise envelopes his mind.

“And me, lad?” Merlin inserts, taking the younger’s hands into his and bringing them to his lips. “Where do you want me?” 

“Fuck…” Eggsy whispers as he watches Merlin kiss each of his fingertips, his tongue occasionally tasting the salty skin through a gentle suck. “Uh…wanna…wanna undress you,” he manages to stutter, though he’s completely mesmerised by watching Merlin. The taller smirks as he guides Eggsy’s hands to his shirt buttons, nodding his encouragement when the agent looks up at him. Eggsy takes his time, as he was told, ogling over every inch of pale skin that becomes exposed before pushing the shirt off completely and rushing to start kissing at Merlin’s shoulder. He feels the older man inhale slowly as he kisses down and across his chest, lingering on the thumping beat of his heart. He sucks and nips at the spot as his hands travel lower, making quick work of his belt and expertly undoing his jeans. Merlin growls and Eggsy grins, forever proud that he can elicit such sounds from this God of a man.

Eggsy sinks to his knees and pulls Merlin’s jeans down in one swoop, helping him step out of them before tugging at and discarding his underwear as well. The man’s cock, hard and leaking, bobs in front of his face and he can’t help himself as he leans in, rubbing the man against his cheek and making Merlin curse.

“Love you,” Eggsy murmurs, pressing feathery kisses against Merlin’s balls and inhaling the man’s musk. “Fuckin’ love you both so much.” 

Suddenly he’s being pulled up by his collar and being suffocated by Merlin’s mouth, the kiss hard and punishing and his hands fisted in the fabric of the younger’s t-shirt. 

“Keep going like that and I’ll be coming too damn quickly,” Merlin huffs, nibbling on Eggsy’s bottom lip. 

“Well we don’t want that, do we?” Eggsy teases, his face smug as he steps away and towards the bed. Harry holds his breath when the younger crawls on top of his body, hands grasping at the toned and rippling shoulders above him. “You’re so beautiful like this, babe,” Eggsy growls, not able to stop the way he grinds his body against the pliant man beneath him. “So beautifully obedient. Fuck, it makes me so hot when you’re this way.”

“Please,” Harry whimpers, bucking his hips to aid in the friction that is bringing his cock to attention. 

“I’ve got ya, love,” Eggsy promises, pecking his lips before standing to undress. “Merlin, I want you on your knees next to us.” Merlin arches an eyebrow. “Please.”

“That’s better. As you wish,” the Scotsman says with a wink, getting into position so he’s kneeling next to Harry’s chest. Merlin caresses his husband’s chest slowly, thumbing each nipple with agonising patience and grinning when he mewls. Eggsy watches with a beam as he quickly discards his clothes, leaving them in a messy pile on the floor before climbing back over Harry. 

“Gonna open you up for me, babe,” Eggsy warns as his hand hooks Harry’s thigh over his arm. “That alright?”

“Please do,” Harry hums, a glint in his eye. “If you had informed me about what was going to happen tonight, I would’ve worn a plug.” 

Eggsy drops his head onto Harry’s chest with a thump. “Fuck, Harry, you can’t just say things like that. Enough to make me bust right now, that is.”

“I do apologise,” Harry chimes, though his smile suggests a lack of sympathy. Eggsy wipes the look off of his face when the pad of his finger swipes across his entrance, raw and dry and so, so good. 

“Merlin, can you grab us some lube please?” Eggsy asks, a layer of uncertainty in his voice. He’s so used to being the one taking the orders that the words feel almost foreign on his lips, though not deplorable, and it’s even more electrifying when the Scot does exactly as he’s asked. Eggsy gulps but thanks his lover when he returns, accepting the help when he dribbles the liquid onto his fingers.

The lube makes the process much more enjoyable and much easier, and soon Eggsy is thrusting three fingers into Harry’s clenching hole. “So good for me, babe,” the youngest praises, swallowing the man’s whines with his lips. “Think you’re ready for me?”

“Yes, please,” Harry whimpers, his thighs tensing around where they’ve found their home around Eggsy’s waist. “Please, Eggsy, I need you.”

“I’m here, my love,” the agent is quick to assure, pulling back to watch himself as he grabs his cock and lines it up with Harry’s entrance. Merlin adds more lube without a word, and Eggsy turns his head to catch him in a searing kiss. They lick into each other’s mouths, tongues fighting for dominance as Eggsy pushes forward, Harry’s body sucking him in greedily. They both curse; Eggsy into Merlin’s mouth and Harry into the pillow, as their bodies connect and lock together. “You’re so tight,” the youngest growls as he pushes forward, grasping at Harry’s hips as he bottoms out. The man below him simply mewls and thrashes, his eyes clamped shut in pleasure and bliss. 

“Spectacular,” Merlin comments, his voice rough with arousal and his eyes trained on the sight of his boyfriend’s cock disappearing into his husband. 

Eggsy uses his grip on Harry as leverage, pulling the man closer to him each time he thrusts in and out. In mere moments, the room is filled with sounds of slapping skin and dual moans, bodies desperate and slick as the men chase their orgasms. 

“Merl,” Eggsy groans, slowing his punishing pace to kiss at the Scots shoulder. “Touch yourself for me, yeah? Want you to come on Harry.”

“Fucking hell,” Merlin gasps, palming at his pulsing cock and sighing at the relief. He was so entranced by the scene in front of him that he almost forgot about his own throbbing pleasure. “Your sinful words do things to me, lad.”

Eggsy shoots him a proud grin as he picks up speed once again, pummeling his cock deep into Harry and causing the man to arch his back in a perfect curve. 

“Christ, Eggsy, please,” Harry begs, his nails digging into the man’s shoulders so deeply that it’s almost certain to leave a mark. “Fuck, I’m so close!”

“Let go, Harry,” the youngest motivates through gritted teeth. “Wanna make you come. Want you to come on my cock, wanna feel it.”

And that’s done it, the simple yet sensual words pushing Harry over the edge. His come shoots up the length of his stomach and reaches his chest, white and scorching and breathtaking. Eggsy watches with his mouth agape, truly captivated by the sight of his lover painting himself with his own spend. Merlin grunts and before Eggsy knows it, his fantasy is coming true when the man spills over his husband, adding to the mess dripping down his body. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Eggsy pants, thrusting faster and harder and deeper until the familiar ball of heat starts to form in his groin, tugging at and sparking his every nerve. With a gasp, he pulls out of Harry and replaces the tight heat of the man’s arse with the heat of his fist, flying over it in abandon as he chases his orgasm. 

It crashes over him explosively, causing his body to freeze as his breath stops and his cock pulses. Harry and Merlin watch in wonderment as he comes, his ribbons of white landing on Harry’s stomach and blending with their respective spendings until it would be impossible to know who’s is who’s. Once the ringing in his ears has subsided, Eggsy blinks up and finds his lovers staring at him.

“That…” Merlin murmurs, looking back at Harry’s stained skin.

“Fuck, I’m…I’m sorry,” Eggsy babbles, placing a reassuring hand on Harry’s thigh. Panic rises in his chest as he glances at the mess they’ve made - the sick fantasy had been playing in his mind for a while now, turning over and over in his head and infecting his wettest dreams. The intention behind it was fuelled by nothing but lust and possessiveness - to see Harry marked and know that he was theirs and Merlin loved him and he wasn’t a spare part. He had imagined and pined for it for so long that he gave in to his desire before even discussing it with his partners, and shame stung at his chest. “I didn’t…I forgot-”

“That is exquisite,” Merlin finally finishes, his tongue subconsciously swiping at his lips. “I’m…”

Harry whines and covers his eyes with his arms, willing himself to look away at his canvas of a body. “If I keep looking at it, I’ll get hard again,” he explains, digging his nails into his palms as a way to will his cock back to slumber. 

“W-what…I…”

“It’s a surprise, aye,” Merlin nods, but he lifts a hand to cup Eggsy’s cheek. “But it’s a gorgeous sight that I have to thank ye for, lad.” Harry whimpers again and squirms under the sentence and knowledge that his lovers are gazing upon him in awe.

“I…you’re welcome?” Eggsy stutters, the sound turning into a splutter of laughter. “Sorry I didn’t warn you guys.” Merlin dismisses his concerns with a wave of his hand.

“Nae, lad. Come on, let’s get cleaned up before Harry murders us.” Eggsy chuckles at the glare Harry shoots his husband, soothing his displeasure with a sweet kiss. 

Merlin is quick to gather a couple of damp towels, passing one to Eggsy as he brushes the other over his own body. The youngest follows suit, back to following orders as naturally as breathing, and then they work together in harmony to wipe Harry clean. The pliant man whimpers beneath their touches but sighs at the caresses, lips curling into a dazed smile when they eventually pull away. The Scot takes the soiled flannels to the bathroom, returning with the intention of climbing into bed when Eggsy turns him with a tug of his hand and swoops him into a passionate kiss. It’s chaste, no sexual intention behind it; just pure, sweet, true love. 

“Thank you,” the agent whispers when he pulls back, thumbs rubbing patterns into the taller’s cheekbones. “This…it means a lot to me.” Merlin smiles and pecks at the man’s nose.

“Anything for you, my boy.” 

They climb into bed moments later, encompassing Harry with their arms and snuggling close. The man in the middle is already lightly dozing, only emitting a small hum of acknowledgement before he falls into sleep. Eggsy curls around his back and slowly kisses Harry’s nape, pouring his love and appreciation into the action. Harry has been his rock for the past few days, keeping him stable and leading him through the mission with an encouraging hand. Every word, every touch, every gesture was to keep Eggsy afloat, before he even knew he was drowning. He goes to say as much to Merlin, but when he opens his mouth he’s interrupted by the sound of the Scot’s snore. He tries to hold back his giggle, burying it in Harry’s hair and tightening his hold around him in the same action. 

Bloody hell, he thinks. I’m so in love I could die.