Eggsy takes his hands off Harry only long enough to wiggle out of his jacket, letting it fall to the floor before he goes back at it. His hands find the buttons on Harry's shirt; those are easy to undo, even when he's not looking. So are belts, so he goes for that next.

"No rush," he agrees, "but I been thinkin' about this for fuckin' ever." It's been something like a year since they met at the police station, and right now that seems to be a lifetime ago.