PSL: Test play

[fucking_gentleman]

And then there were two.

It had always been the test that Harry was... wary about with Eggsy. Eggsy liked animals and being given the final order would be hard on him. It was hard on all of them in one way or another, but Harry could only hope that Eggsy would trust Merlin and do what he was told.

(Eggsy so often fought doing what he was told, but he really just wanted to be a Good Boy, Harry was sure of it.)

Harry arranged for them to be dropped back at his house after the loyalty test (that one he had never doubted, not even for the space of a heartbeat) and he told Eggsy, "These twenty four hours are just for us. Well, you, specifically, but I'm at your disposal for all of them."

Because he was so, so fucking proud of Eggsy for getting here.

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[fucking_gentleman]

Harry's impulse control isn't the greatest, especially not when there's minimal reason to stop and no Merlin shouting in his ear. Add in Eggsy, willing and enthusiastic, and Harry's got not hope of putting brakes of this anymore.

Both hands somehow find Eggsy's face, cupping his cheeks and jaw and holding him in the perfect position to kiss him. Even his words just bring a small smile to his lips. "Thank you for clarifying that, Eggsy."

[bulldoginnit]

Eggsy can't help but laugh just a touch at Harry's comment before he leans up to kiss him again. While he does that, his hands move down, working at Harry's shirt to untuck it from his trousers, figuring that's the easiest way to get hands on skin without fumbling with buttons (though eventually he'll have to). He's not entirely inexperienced at this, but he lacks finesse here that he'd have fighting or free running or any of that.

[fucking_gentleman]

Frankly, Harry would far rather get Eggsy as naked as possible as fast as possible, but he appreciates the enthusiasm to get hands on skin. "There's. No. Rush." Each words between kisses, though he's unzipping Eggsy's jacket and trying to push it back off his shoulders.

[bulldoginnit]

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.