[Eggsy groans against Bruce’s throat, a hand sliding up his shirt a bit farther at the sound of his name coming from Bruce’s lips sounding like that. Then he’s arching into Eggsy and Eggsy’s suddenly thinking of a thousand things he wants to do to Bruce, namely a lot more kisses, but he doesn’t want Bruce to get freaked if he remembers where they are.

He reaches up and pulls Bruce’s hand from his mouth, rocking his hips forward and grinding them lightly together.]

Like the way it sounds when you say my name, yeah?

[Another soft gasp, breath warm and sweet against Bruce’s lips.]

Can we go somewhere else? We don’t have to do anythin’ you don’t want. We can just keep kissin’.