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[ 'open cradle of his crotch' is becoming more and more the case, jack so malleable, lazy and comfortable as he is now. his thighs fall spread to either side, and it's like his body forms itself to the press of eggsy's against him, splaying to make room, pressing up to bridge gaps, an ankle slipping behind one of his knees to drag him closer. it's all in all very agreeable, and about the only time jack's likely to be so. best take advantage of it.

about his perfect fuckin' hair, honestly? he doesn't know. at one point in his life, jack probably could've gone without his perfect hair, and his pressed suits, and his impeccable posture. there's still times in his life, like right now, that he could toss it all out the window and feel freed. but most of the time, jack couldn't even begin to define who the hell he is as a person, really, at his core.

don't think he doesn't catch that princess line, though, and jack bites down on eggsy's lip none too gently for it. yet, as he descends down his torso again, jack's far too distracted the second eggsy's teeth drag at the elastic of his boxers to care about throwing much of a fit over it.

even less so when the heat of his breath, the pressure of his lips, and the wet slide of his tongue seeps through the thin fabric directly above jack's cock, his hips bucking and head falling back in a gasp. it he wasn't completely hard a second before, he sure as fuck is now, loose fingers clenching into fists where eggsy holds his wrists pinned. ]

Fuck, wake me up every morning like that and maybe I'll start forgetting.

[ best. fucking. alarm clock. obediently, more so than jack's probably ever been, he presses the soles of his feet flat to the mattress and arches his hips up, giving eggsy room to slip his boxers down if he likes, or whatever the hell he's looking for. ]

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( Slipping his boxers down is precisely what Eggsy's looking for: he grins into the crease where Jack's thigh meets his hip before pulling back onto his knees, pulling the offending garment down his legs easily and tossing it to the floor. Jack is stupidly gorgeous— from his lush, pouty mouth right down to his toes— and it's honestly kind of unfair that he's even managed to be blessed with a nice dick. It's complete and utter bullshit from which, fortunately, Eggsy is benefitting. )

Can't do it every day, otherwise it won't be special.

( Slowly, Eggsy sinks down so he's settled on his stomach between Jack's spread thighs. It isn't the first time he's seen his dick up close and personal but he still isn't at all experienced in this; he wants to be, though, because going down on his partners is something he's always thoroughly enjoyed. It's nice to be able to give without taking something in return. )

Okay, just ...

( God, is now really the time to be feeling hesitant— as though it wasn't him who wiggled down between his legs in the first place. )

Tell me what you like, ok? An' what you don't like.

( He's a fast learner, and he's had his own dick sucked plenty of times before, but he's pretty sure only so much can be gleaned from what he assumes girls have been doing down there and what he's seen happening in porn. Jack's dick is hard and pretty and Eggsy licks his lips, then licks the tip, before sliding his tongue up the underside in a broad, wet stripe. He's immediately struck by the fact that it doesn't taste of much of anything (at least, not yet); just skin and heat and a little bit of whatever it is that's Jack's own natural flavour. Unperturbed, Eggsy licks his cock again before closing his lips over the head, which he experimentally suckles as hazel-green eyes flit up to watch Jack for signs of ...

Well. Anything. )

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What if I like all of it?

[ it is possible jack is a little shit.

But honestly, it’s not only fucking adorable, but incredibly hot how earnest and genuinely concerned for his pleasure eggsy is. Service is something that gets a lot of people off, sure, but eggsy’s like that just in his day to day. Hell, the fool brings him food now and again, and puts up with his bitching, and his shitty moods, and his constant pessimism and sass. Rough and sharp as he is, eggsy’s one of the most genuinely caring individuals jack’s ever known.

And he looks fucking perfect with his tongue running along the underside of his cock.

Jack’s head falls back against the pillows he’s stacked up behind him (so he can recline and watch) and he sighs out, airy and pleased. a hand reaches down to cup the back of eggsy’s head, scratching against his scalp and carding through short strands, encouraging. His lips seal over him and when he starts to suck, a gasp shudders out of jack, his hips barely holding back the urge to buck up into his mouth. ]

That part. That’s definitely good. God. [ he tells him as he drinks in the sight of eggsy’s lovely eyes watching him, his lips stretched out around his shaft. Jack’s well aware eggsy’s new to this, but they didn’t encounter any teeth incidents last time, and while he might not be ready to try battling his gag reflex, he’s done a perfectly wonderful job before. But, if he’s looking for commentary and aid, jack’s hardly going to deny him. ]

Come on, gorgeous, take a little more for me. [ jack murmurs soft and sugar-sweet, hand at the back of eggsy’s head putting just a little bit of pressure there - not enough to be forceful, just suggesting. ]