[ There should be a myriad of reasons why this is such a terrible idea, but at this point Bruce has long parted ways with whatever part of his conscience that's in charge of getting him to stop. A heady mix of the party, the alcohol, and the fact he no longer has to keep himself in check, and it's like he doesn't care.
He doesn't have to keep control. He doesn't want to. And evidently Eggsy doesn't want him to stop either, so he doesn't.
Bruce's eyes close for a moment, lips parting in a soft audible sigh when fingers sift through his curls. His hands settle on Eggsy's thighs, moving up to his hips, drawing him in closer. Heat washes over him when he hears the tone in Eggsy's voice, and he lifts his head up a little more, presses deeper into the kiss, their mouths slotting together as his tongue searches out the younger man's, a soft moan muffled against Eggsy's mouth. ]
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He doesn't have to keep control. He doesn't want to. And evidently Eggsy doesn't want him to stop either, so he doesn't.
Bruce's eyes close for a moment, lips parting in a soft audible sigh when fingers sift through his curls. His hands settle on Eggsy's thighs, moving up to his hips, drawing him in closer. Heat washes over him when he hears the tone in Eggsy's voice, and he lifts his head up a little more, presses deeper into the kiss, their mouths slotting together as his tongue searches out the younger man's, a soft moan muffled against Eggsy's mouth. ]