[ Bruce smiles too, not really bothering to glance over to the edge when his gaze is firmly set on Eggsy, unwilling to look away. His hands slide up his sides, and he sits up for a moment, lips pressing to Eggsy's collarbone, mouthing the dip just below his throat. ]
It's fine. I've got you.
[ Plenty of room to move around, at least— and it's not like they're that near the edge anyway. Not a literal edge, at least— it definitely feels like they're on the edge of something else entirely, but at this point he thinks they're going to fall off of that one no matter what.
His hands trail down Eggsy's back, fingers drawing along his spine as if counting each vertebra until he reaches the small of his back. Fingers hook on the waistband of his trousers, slowly rounding Eggsy's sides, knuckles brushing over his hipbones in the process. ]
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It's fine. I've got you.
[ Plenty of room to move around, at least— and it's not like they're that near the edge anyway. Not a literal edge, at least— it definitely feels like they're on the edge of something else entirely, but at this point he thinks they're going to fall off of that one no matter what.
His hands trail down Eggsy's back, fingers drawing along his spine as if counting each vertebra until he reaches the small of his back. Fingers hook on the waistband of his trousers, slowly rounding Eggsy's sides, knuckles brushing over his hipbones in the process. ]