thisavrou_log | september overflow log

( continued from here )

[ While Eggsy's bolder, Bruce's not nearly as reticent about going along with it, even if right now there are plenty more reasons why he shouldn't. Still, despite the flicker of awareness that lasts only a fraction of a second, he doesn't stop Eggsy, he can't when his skin burns from just the faintest graze as Eggsy bunches the fabric up his torso.

He undoes the tie keeping the toga tight around his waist, allowing for the fabric to part a lot more easily. It's freeing even if there's another weight settling on his insides, a knot in his chest he can't quite understand. But it's not enough to make him peel himself away from Eggsy. ]

Yes. [ It's all he manages with a soft breath, nodding faintly as his hand sifts gently through Eggsy's hair, his lips parted and his breath a little shallow. ]

[Eggsy dots light kisses across Bruce’s abdomen, trailing his mouth lower to the top of his thigh. He runs his nails down Bruce’s thighs, and back up, one hand gripping his hip.]

You, um, remember when we was younger?

[He doesn’t think it’s wrong to bring it up or awkward, but later, when this is all over, he’ll realize that he shouldn’t said anything about it. Eggsy kisses back up Bruce’s stomach to his chest, straddling his waist again, gently tugging at the bunched up toga.]

Kiss me like that, Bruce.

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[ Bruce doesn't seem to feel like it's wrong or awkward at all, in fact the mention of that time brings a smile to his lips. He'd been mortified when he'd gone back to normal at the time, but now that feels like such a silly reaction to have to something that felt so wonderful— so right. ]

I do remember, yes.

[ His hands settle on top of Eggsy's, tugging on them and bringing them up to his lips so he can kiss them. He moves to sit up, letting go of Eggsy's hands then so he can start on getting his clothes off of him too, fingers curling around fabric and pulling, eager to expose more of his skin. More skin that he can kiss. ]

[If Eggsy had thought Bruce was sweet before, that any of this was romantic or nice, all of that would have been blown out of the water at the gently way Bruce kisses his hands. It leaves him flustered, shifting back with a flush to his cheeks.

He arches his back as his shirt slips over his head, gets up on his knees carefully to help Bruce with the rest of his clothes.]

Can’t believe we’re doin’ this up here. Better be careful of the edge.

[He’s smiling, letting Bruce kiss and touch him however he wants.]

[ 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. ]

[There’s not anything that’s quite as soothing as the way Bruce looks and sounds when he tells Eggsy that he’s got him. He sighs, head tipped back at the soft kisses pressed to his collarbone and the dip in his throat. Eggsy’s hoodie and shirt get tossed aside, and then Bruce’s hands are on him.]

‘S nice, yeah? Love the way that feels.

[His pants, though, are tighter than what he normally wears, and he lifts up on his knees, dropping his hands down to cover both of Bruce’s.]

Gonna take some effort to get these off.

[The downside of wearing form fitting trousers.]

[ Eggsy's right, of course, but that still doesn't slow down Bruce's hands as they make their way all around Eggsy's hips, gripping the front of his pants as he pops the button open, then slides down the zipper. His knuckles brush against the bulge covered by his underwear and he can almost feel his skin itch warmly all over. ]

I'll figure something out.

[ He's not called a genius for nothing after all, and he's managed far more complex things than getting a pair of skinny jeans off. Granted, usually with time and patience, both of which he doesn't have much of right now. Well, at least not patience.

Still, he curls his fingers on the waistband of those trousers, tugging them down not so gently, expecting Eggsy will give him a hand while also shifting and wiggling around so the piece of clothing can be gone with as little fuss as possible. ]

[Eggsy shudders, rolling his back and lifting his arms over his head to stretch out the muscles in his shoulders. He glances down at Bruce, a lazy and indulgent smile curling up his mouth. He drags his hands down his chest and stomach, laying them over Bruce's as he helps him push them down. Eggsy shimmies his hips, pushes up on his knees, and then stands up so Bruce can pull them down his thighs and calves. He kicks his shoes off, and then steps out of his trousers.

He really hopes nobody's looking up at the roof or they'd have gotten an eye full. Eggsy drops back down, straddling one of Bruce's legs.]

Uh. [He runs his hands down Bruce's chest, tracing his fingers through fine hair, and avoiding the other man's eyes.] Ain't really sure what we's supposed to do now.

[Him and Gregor had never gotten that far, though not from lack of Eggsy trying. He was young, but Gregor had been shy. Now it's his turn to falter and go red in the ears.]

Mean, I know all about kissin' and stuff we can do, but I dunno.

[ Well, evidently neither of them seem too worried about where or how they're doing this, or even the fact that they're doing this at all. With everyone's inhibitions lowered one way or the other, chances are even if someone saw Eggsy, they probably wouldn't even care much.

Bruce watches Eggsy quietly, resting a hand over his, tugging a little to try and get him to look up. ]

It's fine. We can just... do whatever we feel like. If it's just kissing, then that's alright too.

[ The small voice at the back of Bruce's mind saying that it's not alright tries to speak up again; doubt flickers through his eyes, but Bruce swallows it down, sliding his hands up Eggsy's arms. ]

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