[Eggsy's never really kissed anyone like Bruce before. He'd kissed a few blokes, birds more often, but it's the sweetness and how loose and pliant Bruce has gone in his arms that he's never experienced. He doesn't know why it is, but it makes him feel special that this shy guy decided to let Eggsy kiss him this way and fuck, the nerves and fingers twisting into the back of his polo turn him on.
He moves his hand when the wall presses to Bruce's back, and the music, the people, everything fades away as he focuses on what this feels like, focuses on making Bruce feel good.]
You're fuckin' gorgeous. [He presses a kiss to the corner of Bruce's mouth, runs his hands down his side, rucking his shirt up to brush his fingers across Bruce's hip.] Don't wanna stop kissin' or touchin' you ever.
[Eggsy kisses down Bruce's throat, gently nipping the dip where neck meets shoulder, sucking over the spot and rocking forward on his toes so he's pressed close again.]
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He moves his hand when the wall presses to Bruce's back, and the music, the people, everything fades away as he focuses on what this feels like, focuses on making Bruce feel good.]
You're fuckin' gorgeous. [He presses a kiss to the corner of Bruce's mouth, runs his hands down his side, rucking his shirt up to brush his fingers across Bruce's hip.] Don't wanna stop kissin' or touchin' you ever.
[Eggsy kisses down Bruce's throat, gently nipping the dip where neck meets shoulder, sucking over the spot and rocking forward on his toes so he's pressed close again.]