Eggsy hadn't a clue, and he hadn't quite put that together. Harry was too insistent, too positive and determined about so much, for him to feel this just from the couple of times they had talked. Yet it was easier, in his own guilt, to believe this was his projection and nothing more.
And then Harry was saying things to him that he hadn't let himself imagine, and images sprung to his mind he couldn't get rid of. On his knees, cheek on the mattress, taken, claimed, fucking owned by the man he'd fancied and only realized how much he cared after he'd lost him.
"Fucking hell, Harry," he groaned, closing his eyes tight. It didn't help to get rid of them image. In fact only making it more vibrant. "That's not even fucking fair."
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Date: 2016-06-02 06:32 am (UTC)And then Harry was saying things to him that he hadn't let himself imagine, and images sprung to his mind he couldn't get rid of. On his knees, cheek on the mattress, taken, claimed, fucking owned by the man he'd fancied and only realized how much he cared after he'd lost him.
"Fucking hell, Harry," he groaned, closing his eyes tight. It didn't help to get rid of them image. In fact only making it more vibrant. "That's not even fucking fair."