[Eggsy shivers as the cool air hits his skin, Bruce’s fingers and palms gliding along his sides and back. He’s so relaxed that he doesn’t realize at first that Bruce is rocking back up against him, that the friction is so much better this way. His pants drag across his cock and he moans, the sound loud to his own ears.]
Bruce –
[He lifts back up on his knees, sliding his hands down to the hem of Bruce’s toga. Eggsy’s more patient in some ways than he’d been when he was younger, but a lot more bold now, too.]
Gonna take this off.
[He rucks the fabric up and bunch it under Bruce’s arms, bending down and pressing a trail of kisses that go from collarbone to stomach and linger there. His eyes are wide, lifted up to meet the other man’s, wanting to make sure it’s alright. Eggsy feels over dressed in comparison, but it'll just give the other man more to take off.]
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Bruce –
[He lifts back up on his knees, sliding his hands down to the hem of Bruce’s toga. Eggsy’s more patient in some ways than he’d been when he was younger, but a lot more bold now, too.]
Gonna take this off.
[He rucks the fabric up and bunch it under Bruce’s arms, bending down and pressing a trail of kisses that go from collarbone to stomach and linger there. His eyes are wide, lifted up to meet the other man’s, wanting to make sure it’s alright. Eggsy feels over dressed in comparison, but it'll just give the other man more to take off.]
Yeah?