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]

"Lead me not into temptation, for I can find it on my own," Harry murmurs. Eggsy is lovely, ridiculously lovely, so fiercely loyal and brilliant and that just glows through his already beautiful features.

"We do have that." It's all they might get, before Eggsy is off to the test and Harry may need to chase another lead. He only knows he has this time because it's the rules. His candidate made the final test, so he gets these twenty four hours with him. "If that's really how you want to spend them."

[bulldoginnit]

Eggsy’s smile is all mischief when he answers, “Reckon that’s the best way to spend the night.” He’s had it bad for Harry since he saw him fight those goons in the pub just after they’d met. Even when he’d thought Harry was some ex-soldier and nothing more, he’d been impressive, impeccably dressed, way pot of Eggsy’s league. He still feels that’s likely true, but like that’s ever stopped him from trying something.

He finally dares to reach for Harry, hand coming up to the man’s face, thumb brushing along his cheek. It’s a tender gesture, soft and restrained because he doesn’t want to go too hard right off and make Harry change his mind.

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry's eyes close at the tough, almost all the way, gaze downcast and just taking note of his it feels, the warmth, the gentleness.

"Oh fuck it," he sighs out, and pulls Eggsy in, kissing him slow and deep.

[bulldoginnit]

Eggsy’s surprised at first, then smiles round the kiss, then gives into it as entirely as he does most things, without shame or reluctance. There’s no reason he can see to hold back if Harry’s actually planning to give him what he wants.

His arms find their way around Harry, pressing himself closer.

When the kiss breaks, he says “Yes, Harry,” his lips centimetres away from Harry’s.

[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.