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Who: Eggsy

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When: Backdated just a few days
Where: The Kvortira
What: Talking about stuff
Warnings: Kissing and general fooling around

Eggsy had needed some time. It didn't have anything to do with Gregor, he'd just needed to get his shit together.

He'd be lying if he didn't admit that the rejection had stung, though he was the type to bounce back, but it was more than that. It left him feeling like he had no fucking idea what he was doing. Eggsy was good at reading people, at least in a general sense, and he never asked anyone out that he wasn't positive they'd say yes.

That's what had got to him. He'd read it so wrong. He'd thought Gregor liked him, would want to go out with him, and when he'd said no, Eggsy felt off balance. Like something was different about himself and he couldn't read situations the way he used to. He thought that it might be because he's in space or that he'd died or all of it, but he'd assumed wrong and embarrassed them both.

Harry had helped. He'd told him to man up and given him a glass of whiskey. Then he'd shared a bit of information about a book, some coincidental names, and it didn't take Eggsy long to figure it out. Gregor was an emperor, which he was still wrapping his head around, and there was a small thread of hope that maybe that had something to do with why he'd turned Eggsy down. He wasn't sure, but he wouldn't know unless he asked. He also wanted to promise that he wasn't a snitch, just so he wouldn't worry. Especially now that Miles knew that Eggsy knew.

First things first. He knocks on the door, this time, and waits for Gregor to answer.

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Gregor yelps a startled laugh as Eggsy drags him down, but then they're kissing again as they move and he leans into it with a will, his lips still soft against Eggsy's. There's no hint of teeth, just the press of his mouth on Eggsy's and a warm sound humming in his throat as he twists and goes down on his back on the bed, Eggsy on top of him, their lips parting for a moment as Gregor hitches in a gasp, his hazel eyes intent for a moment. His hands cup Eggsy's face, thumbs brushing the corners of his mouth, and his expression shifts minutely, a softness bleeding into the faint lines around his eyes, at the corners of his mouth.

"I suppose rescuing kidnapped children counts as a first date," he murmurs, then kisses Eggsy again, just a soft brush of lips.

It wasn't like Eggsy cared if they broke the rules, did things out of order by kissing before a proper first date. This was nice, better than nice, and Eggsy tended to go with what felt good, trusting his gut, and his gut told him to let Gregor tug him down on top of him and then to kiss the fuck out of him.

He straddles Gregor, breathless for a moment as he settles on top of the other man, his head tipping into Gregor's hand.

"What a wild first date, yeah?" And he leans down to return the kiss, pressing another one before drawing back slightly. "I like that." He reaches up, and traces the corner of Gregor's mouth, fingers brushing his temple.

"When ya look at me that way. S' nice."

"Certainly a productive one," Gregor says, his teeth flashing in a brief smile before his face melts into soft surprise. His eyelids flicker a little at Eggsy's touch at his face, turning his head into it just slightly before his eyes lock on Eggsy's again, warm and curious.

"Look at you what way?" he asks, his free arm settling snugly around Eggsy's waist.

"Like," Eggsy mumbles out, chewing his lower lip as he tries to find a way to describe it. "All soft, sweet? Yeah, sweet sounds right. Like I'm special or somethin' and I suppose I am if you's lettin' me lay on top of you and snog you."

He doesn't lean in to kiss Gregor again, instead his eyes flick down and outline the man's features. Chin, lips, cheeks, eyebrows, as Eggsy's brows crinkle and his face scrunches up in concentration.

"Ain't nobody ever looked at me that way."

"Ah. I see."

Gregor's focus sharpens again, intent on Eggsy's face. He reaches up to touch, his fingers tracing the arch of one eyebrow, along his hairline, the curve of his cheekbone down to the corner of his mouth, as though he's trying to memorize Eggsy's face by touch.

"You are special, Eggsy. I don't know how to tell you how much. I--" He takes a shaky breath, then lets it out on a sigh. "You're the first person I've ever known to know what--to know who I really am and to not treat me different than you would anyone else." His brow furrows, searching for words and coming up empty.

"I don't begrudge anyone else their behavior, I truly don't, but--do you know how amazing that is? It's something I value more than I know how to say. It's... incredible. You're incredible."

Eggsy is stunned, eyes wide, words caught in his throat. His fingers continue to move, tracing Gregor's jaw, little strokes as he tries to catch up to everything Gregor's just told him.

"Oh."

His face flushes, both hands coming up to rest on either side of Gregor's face, letting his body fall forward gently to press up against him. It brings Eggsy even closer, his breath coming out in shallow gasps against Gregor's chin.

"You can't just say stuff like that."

He has absolutely no idea what to say, how to express how much that means to him. Nobody's ever said anything like that to Eggsy before, and he's reveling in it, caught unaware and moved by it all.

"I'm gonna kiss you now." And he hopes that Gregor understands, that he gets why Eggsy doesn't know what to say, how much he feels about everything Gregor just told him. Eggsy tips Gregor's chin down, scoots up, and presses their mouths together, looping his arms around Gregor's head so that he can play with his hair while they kiss.

Gregor blinks as Eggsy presses himself closer, running slow hands up and down his back, and the breath puffs from his lungs on a soft sound.

"Sorry," he says, his fingers curling against the nape of Eggsy's neck. "I think. But I meant it. I--oh." But then Eggsy is kissing him again, soft and warm, and Gregor melts into it and closes his eyes, his own hands wandering lazily.

Eggsy leans back, chin tilted downward, so that their mouths are still close, but he can meet Gregor's eyes. It's almost playful, the way Eggsy's got his arms wrapped around him, the way he brushes his fingers through Gregor's hair.

"Didn't really mean that, yeah? Guess I don't know how to take a compliment."

He sighs softly, and then he can't maintain the eye contact anymore, so he makes a huffing sound and drops his head down to the bed just over Gregor's shoulder. He tucks his face in, voice low and muffled.

"S' the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me."

Gregor's eyelids shiver slightly and he resists the temptation to arch into Eggsy's hands in his hair, the breath leaving his lungs on a warm, shivering sigh.

"Oh," he says again softly, not quite knowing how to respond to that except to tighten his grip, one hand sliding to stroke along the nape of Eggsy's neck.

Eggsy realizes then that he might be on that fine line of messing it up, probably not, but it's still really new and he doesn't want to. He also doesn't know if Gregor wants a twenty four year old, who is currently straddling and touching him, to go all emotional because someone called him incredible.

He stays there a moment longer, breathing in deeply, enjoying how comfortable this all feels, and then he turns his face into Gregor's neck and kisses him. Soft, light kisses that curve up towards his ear and then down his jaw.

Gregor shifts and swallows a warm laugh at the delicate brush of Eggsy's lips against his skin, shivering ticklishly before he stills again, settling and just carding slow fingers through Eggsy's hair. There's no urgency in him, just a slow, seeking warmth, perfectly content with nothing but Eggsy's mouth pressed warm and chaste to his skin and Eggsy's body weighting his down against the mattress.

"They should," Gregor says, so relaxed he sounds almost drowsy, one hand smoothing down Eggsy's back then back up. "You are."

Eggsy huffs, the noise meant to sound dismissive but failing miserably, his kisses becoming more insistent and his smile still just as defined. And everything is fine, better than fine, with the way Gregor builds him up, making him feel like he's special, all while touching him. Fingers in his hair, warm skin beneath his lips, a hand on his back.

It's not his fault, at all, but Gregor's, when his body responds to it. It's not super sudden, but fast enough that Eggsy doesn't quite manage to pull his body away. Maybe Gregor won't say anything. Eggsy stops moving, shifting up further on his knees, cheeks flushed. He pushes up on his palms and abruptly rolls off Gregor, throwing an arm over his face to cover his eyes.

"For fuck's sake. Me body's actin' like it's fifteen again," he says, a touch dramatic to hide the fact that he's a little ashamed that he actually isn't as embarrassed by it as he should be.

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