A Thousand Suns
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingsman or any of the characters, they belong to their respective owners. Also I don't any product/films/music/books ect I reference throughout.
A/N: So here is the sequel to Long Hours In The Waiting Room, I had a massive amount of fun writing these two babies together again in this AU and I hope everyone enjoys where I've taken it. Again this is v. fluffy/smutty you have been warned, but because this is a sequel and I want to shake it up a bit, there's some angst thrown in here as well (I can't not write angst, I have a compulsion :)) Also, I've written Harry as a lot more confident than previously, mainly because he's grown as a character and is a lot happier than he used to be so I'm not just going wildly OOC, hope everyone enjoys xx
Chapter One
Eggsy Unwin grinned happily down at the date on his phone as he realised that it was only a week until he was leaving the Falmouth naval base and returning to London.
It had been a hell of a trip, and in more ways than one. For a start, he didn't know anything or anyone, which was a little tedious. Not to mention the fact that etiquette from city to town was drastically different.
He'd marvelled at how quiet everything was for about three days until he'd realised he'd be ridiculously bored if he lived there full time.
One of the things he'd found bizarrely enjoyable was being so close to the sea, nothing could quite match heading down to the coast line and taking a nice, long swim in the lukewarm water.
In fact, those swims had muscled their way into his daily routine and he realised that he was going to miss them when he headed back.
Another thing he realised he would miss was the friends he'd unexpectedly made. The very same friends that were sat around the table in the barracks down-time room.
"What are you grinning at?" Tilly, a naval engineer, questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Just not long 'til we're back home." He commented, shrugging.
"You that bored of us already?" Chris asked. Chris was probably the person he'd gotten the closest to. Mainly because he happened to be the only other marine in their group. He must have been around Eggsy's age as well, but with dark hair, large eyes and a soft Welsh accent.
"Be fair," added Jonathan, a dark-skinned Londoner, as he glanced across to Leslie, a cute bouncing girl who reminded Eggsy of his sister, "this has been the most boring thing I've ever done. Mates not included."
"Yeah." Leslie agreed, blowing a sigh out of her teeth. "Health and safety, now we definitely won't die when we're at war."
There was a soft chuckle around the table.
"You know what you're gonna do next?" Chris asked, nudging Eggsy.
Eggsy nodded eagerly. "Back to London, definitely. My old barracks. Was planning on staying posted there."
"Really?" Asked Tilly. "Don't you wanna spread your wings, you're young."
Eggsy rolled his eyes as he grinned. "I have a whole life at home. This bloody thing fucked up all my plans. I got the letter about this course on my fricken' anniversary."
There was a soft 'oooh' and Jonathan laughed.
"Damn, you're taken." He said, snapping his fingers and pulling a face.
Eggsy chuckled along with the rest of them, knowing in his head that he would miss the banter they had. But he had better things waiting for him at home.
…
Harry Hart tried his best to expel the bad feeling in his stomach when he sat up in bed a week later.
It was becoming worryingly usual now to wake up and instantaneously feel anxious in his gut, but today was different.
Eggsy was coming home.
The thought made Harry smile instantly and suddenly everything seemed brighter.
They'd spoken on the phone of course, but that couldn't quite replace holding someone close. And Harry had needed to hold Eggsy close with the last couple of weeks he'd had.
It must have barely been a fortnight after their anniversary when his mother had phoned him, crying, in the middle of the night.
Apparently his father had been having bad coughing fits for a while but they'd not told him anything until they'd gotten his test results back because they didn't want to worry him for nothing.
You've been having such a tough time of it lately, sweetheart. That's what his mother had said through her laboured breaths.
Apparently 'a tough time of it' was posh-British code for 'remember when you got stabbed in the spleen?'
Harry would have naturally rolled his eyes but was so worried that he didn't press it.
And that was how he'd found out that Edward Hart had been diagnosed with early stage lung cancer.
Harry had frozen when his mother had told him, unsure what on earth he was supposed to do with such information.
He felt a little guilty afterwards but the minute Catherine had told him, the first thought in his mind had been Eggsy. He didn't know why, exactly, he just knew he wanted to hear his voice and feel his arms around him, telling him it was going to be okay.
But he didn't say anything.
Eggsy had commented on their next phone call that Harry sounded a little shaken and the worry in his voice was evident, which was precisely the reason Harry had withheld such distressing information.
The last thing, the very last thing he needed was Eggsy worrying, because he knew that he would. The kid was too bloody selfless sometimes.
He'd merely said that his father was a bit sick, told Eggsy he was glad he was having a surprisingly nice time and then he'd told him that he loved him.
As Harry took his glasses from the bedside cabinet and placed them on the bridge of his nose, he felt a renewed sense of hope within himself.
Eggsy would be home.
He couldn't quite pinpoint the moment when 'Eggsy' and 'okay' had become synonymous with each other, but he was glad that they had.
…
Eggsy hummed to himself as he watched his train pull up to the station. He was feeling a little hollow now that he was met with the prospect of actually leaving.
It had been a sad farewell with all of his new found friends but they'd exchanged information and promised to stay close, but he'd had fun on his boring as shit little holiday.
He grinned at the grimy train station, silently thanking it for the memories, as he boarded the train and felt the excitement bubble within him.
He imagined all the things he was going to do when he got back. The first thing that came to mind, naturally, was his own bed. He longed to feel his own pillow beneath his head again, even though it wasn't as comfy as Harry's, he longed to be able to walk naked to his own bathroom or showering without six other men with him.
Just one'll do, he thought to himself as he grinned.
He looked forward to seeing Roxy again, of course he did, he could talk to her about things he couldn't talk about with anyone else, especially military kids. He wanted to see his mum again, to check up on her after everything that had happened with Dean, he wanted to wrap his arms around his little sister and place a big sloppy kiss on her head.
Now that he actually began to think about everything he was getting back to, he found himself getting rather emotional about it all. Which probably wasn't the best thing to do on a train full of people.
He chuckled quietly to himself as he took an empty window seat and watched as the scenery began moving slowly out of sight.
He pulled his phone out quickly and the mess of tangled wires that was supposed to be his earphones. He shook his head as he went about untangling them before putting the earbuds in his ears and selecting his media player.
Being a natural shuffler, he didn't bother to check what song he was about to play until he heard the first few notes of 'Slave to Love' by Brian Ferry play in his ears.
This was definitely not helping his situation. He was reminded immediately of their anniversary, of the way Harry had hitched his leg around his waist and kissed him like his life had depended on it.
Suddenly moisture was gathering in his eyes and he shook his head, wiping the wetness away quickly with the back of his sleeve and wondering why he was so bloody emotional today.
He very highly doubted that he was PMSing because, as far as he was aware, he was no where near his period. The thought made him laugh instantly and an old woman sat opposite looked up, startled, at him and he looked out of the window immediately, cheeks burning.
…
"This is a covert operation." Michelle said, voice low, eyeing Roxy wearily. She nodded very seriously back and Michelle licked her lips as she turned back to the task at hand.
"I 'ave to do this very carefully, otherwise I'll trip the alarm and then our cover will be blown."
Harry rolled his eyes as he leant against one of the walls of the corridor, watching as Michelle slotted Eggsy's keys into the door of his flat, making a satisfied hum when it clicked open.
"And we're in." Roxy said in an American accent as Michelle grinned at her and opened the door.
"Very good, everyone. You'll make incredible spies." Harry voiced absent-mindedly as he walked into the small, empty flat, clucking his tongue quietly so no one could hear him. He must have told Eggsy a million times since they'd met that he should just move in with him but the now-marine had insisted that he loved his dingy little flat and the independence of it all.
Harry supposed he couldn't fault him there.
"Okay, what are we doing?" Roxy asked, making a face at an empty take away container on the table.
"Well, I guess we should start cleaning." Michelle commented, raising an eyebrow.
"Hmm, messy buggar, our Eggsy." Harry said, pressing his lips together.
"Always has been." Michelle told him, sending a shallow smile in his direction while Roxy snorted.
Michelle and Harry had been getting on rather well in the months that Eggsy had been gone.
It had started when the police had called them back for secondary interviews as Dean had apparently committed theft whilst on bail. They'd let him out again, of course, because there wasn't any 'substantial risk to the public'.
Eggsy had fumed on the phone when Harry had revealed that particular bit of information, the optician could only imagine the fury in his eyes.
After that, Michelle had invited him back to hers for dinner. Harry had graciously accepted, more for courtesy than anything else, and over food, Michelle had told him about Lee and how she'd wished Eggsy could grow up with a father, someone to teach him to make the right decisions.
Harry had been quick to assure her that she had done a fantastic job in raising her boy, that he'd never had the good grace to meet anyone as loving and as selfless as Eggsy was. He'd told her that Eggsy had brought some light into his dulled life and she had smiled at him then, and touched his arm affectionately, and Harry liked to think that that was the moment he'd won her over. The achievement made him oddly proud.
It was the same gentle touch to the arm as she passed him on her way to the messy kitchen, and Harry felt himself light up inside and realised this must have been the way Eggsy had felt when his parents had accepted him so readily.
His stomach lurched at the thought of his father but he quickly shoved it away, focusing instead on Roxy's happy humming and the task at hand.
It took them nearly two hours to clean the flat, not that it was in any way that dirty but because they'd agreed it should be spotless for Eggsy's return.
And it was, Harry could see his own reflection in the kitchen counter as he placed wrapped fillets of steak on a chopping board.
"I can cook if you like." Michelle said, coming up behind him.
"It's okay." Harry replied softly. "I enjoy cooking."
She nodded. "I can help." She said, to which Harry nodded gratefully.
"Absolutely," he said, "err...I need garnish prepared."
She nodded at him and the pair worked in silence, side by side for a moment, until Michelle finally spoke.
"So how's your dad?" She said quietly.
"Stable." Harry replied instantly, nodding quickly to himself. "Very stable. Getting fitter everyday, apparently. I mean, obviously there is no cure but..."
"A long healthy life is cure enough, right?"
Harry nodded slowly. "It's all we can hope for."
"I wouldn't worry." She said mildly, preoccupying herself with slicing lettuce. "Medical science these days, they can do anything. People with H.I.V live into their old ages now so..." She suddenly made a face and Harry laughed earnestly before they were interrupted by Roxy bolting into the room.
"What?" Harry asked, alarmed at the sudden entrance.
All she did was smile giddily as they heard the door open and close and then Eggsy was stood in the kitchen doorway.
"Oh," he said upon seeing them all stood there, "I was wondering why my flat was open."
Eggsy seemed taller than Harry remembered, which was genetically impossible, of course, and his dark blonde hair was a little longer at the edges and he had a slight hint of stubble at his jawline.
Harry watched as that beautiful smile that had captured his heart spread across his boyfriends face as he enveloped his mum and then Roxy into a hug. He couldn't believe that he'd forgotten just how perfect Eggsy actually was, he felt an ache inside of him and wanted nothing more than to gather him up in his arms and never let him go again.
Eggsy grinned hugely when Roxy let him go and he was suddenly face to face with Harry.
He hadn't changed at all since the last time he'd seen him on the train station, aside from an almost imperceptible look of desperation in his hazel flecked eyes.
Eggsy didn't waste any time with words and instead grabbed a handful of Harry's jacket and pulled him into him.
Harry met him in a surprisingly hard kiss and let out a quiet sigh as he felt the younger man's lips move against his own again for the first time for what felt like an eternity.
The scoffs beside them didn't waver Eggsy's grin as he tangled a hand in Harry's hair and breathed in the smell he hadn't realised he's missed so much until that moment.
That little void that had been following him around ever since he stepped onto that train dissipated and he was whole again.
When Eggsy finally pulled away, Harry was smiling embarrassedly down at him, still at odds with overt PDA but all it did was make Eggsy smile. He allowed himself one more moment to get lost in those eyes before he disentangled himself from Harry and turned to Michelle and Roxy, both of whom were raising an eyebrow at him.
"Um. Where's Daisy?" He asked, suddenly sheepish.
"Karen's looking after her." Michelle told him. "Needed a few hours off to sort this place out."
"Actually, yeah." Eggsy said, glancing around himself with his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "It's really clean in here." He sent a look to Harry stood behind him who merely shrugged before turning back to his mother. "Please don't tell me you guys cleaned."
Roxy grinned at him and Eggsy's cheeks burned with embarrassment.
"Oh, come on, guys." He practically whined. "I just wanted to shower and then..." And then fuck Harry's brains out, in all honesty. "Now I feel guilty you've gone to all this effort."
Harry chuckled and wrapped his arms around Eggsy's midsection from behind, he found himself disappearing in the warmth of the embrace for a moment. Reminded, forcefully, of the cold nights spent tossing and turning, trying not to wake John or Chris or anyone in the barracks as he let his fingers trail along the edge of his hardness.
As they ate, Roxy nudged Eggsy in the side. "You know how boring it's been without you around?" She said accusingly, as if it were his fault.
He rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, sorry. I'll take more consideration the next time I'm ordered away."
She snickered.
"How was it?" Harry asked, eyes meeting his across the room and Eggsy was again met with that primal need deep within his stomach. He shifted his plate across his lap slightly.
"Okay." He admitted honestly. "Just health and safety, nothing too different to normal training to be fair. Just more paperwork. Met some cool people, though."
"Bet you're glad to be back." Michelle said, to which Eggsy nodded earnestly.
"'Course I am. Even though you all annoy the living shit outta me."
Michelle admonished his cursing but it didn't quite reach her eyes, Roxy sniggered and Harry laughed behind his hand.
Eggsy thanked his mum and his best friend profusely again as they made to leave around an hour later, assuring them he would repay them for such kindness in the future, before he shut the door firmly and leant with his back against it.
He was met with the sight of Harry, leaning against the sofa with his long legs crossed and poised and his arms loosely crossed. He'd taken off his suit jacket, leaving him in a crisp eggshell shirt and a navy tie running the length of his stomach.
Eggsy followed it with his eyes for a moment, lingering lower for a moment until Harry cleared his throat and Eggsy's attentions were brought back to his ruffled chestnut hair, just a hint of distinguishing grey at the temples, eyes alight behind his glasses and mouth opened into a coy grin.
Eggsy was hard already.
"I suppose you would like me to leave as well." Harry commented lightly, pushing himself gently into a standing position. "I understand that you're probably tired and..."
Eggsy didn't even bother to tell him to shut up, he was that far gone. Instead, he launched himself across the room, threading his arms around Harry's neck and pulling him painfully down into a bruising kiss.
Harry moaned out involuntarily as their lips melded against each other and his eyes closed in a pained expression of pure desperate need.
He dizzied at the feel of Eggsy's tongue sweeping forcefully against his own after so long of feeling cold and empty, and suddenly everything was Eggsy. Eggsy's warm and insistent hands roaming the planes of his chest and his back before struggling to undo the knot on his tie.
Harry's arms finally found their way to the younger man's hips and he wasted no time in pulling him flush against him, eliciting a loud gasp from Eggsy as his straining cock was caught between their thighs.
He knew he was being a child but he couldn't help rutting against him desperately, shivering as the fabric scraped across the sensitive flesh there.
"Eggsy, shit, I missed you..." Harry murmured, one hand finding its way under his waist band and squeezing his ass gently, while the other knotted itself in his hair, pulling him closer.
"Me too..." Eggsy managed, finding it hard to suck in the necessary oxygen needed to live but the fuck if he cared.
He was so surrounded by Harry that it took him by surprise when the world turned on itself and they were on the floor, Harry quickly straddled his waist and Eggsy barely had a second to appreciate how debauched he looked with his hair sticking out at odd angles and his shirt half-buttoned before Harry's hands were curling in his and pining him to the floor.
Eggsy mewled as Harry rolled his crotch forward, catching Eggsy's straining member with his own, before he leant down and pressed a hot kiss to his jawline.
"Fuck, Harry..." Eggsy keened, desperation taking over logic as he bucked up wildly into Harry's touch. "Please, please, don't stop..."
Harry suddenly froze when his phone vibrated in his pocket. The moment would have been comical had the pair not been so turned on, so close and so bloody desperate.
"You should probably answer..." Eggsy finally breathed out, and Harry appeared to hesitate for a moment before he released Eggsy's hands from his hold and hitched himself back onto his ankles.
Eggsy jerked at the friction to his crotch before covering his face with his hands and taking a deep breath.
Harry looked forlornly at the gorgeously stretched out and needy man beneath him before he pressed his phone to his ear, ready to give a verbal bollocking to whoever had interrupted such a satisfying reunion.
"Hello?"
"Harry, sweetheart. It's mum." Came his mother's voice from the other end of the line, something in her tone seemed vaguely joyous.
"Oh, mum. Hi. Is everything okay?"
Harry watched as Eggsy took his hands from his face and stared inquisitively up at him. Something in his voice must have piqued his attention. Harry bit his lip at Eggsy's pink and swollen lips and the innocent expression on his face when only thirty seconds ago he'd been begging Harry to fuck him. He felt his cock throb in the confines of his underwear.
"I'm just calling about Dad."
The look of concern that spread across Eggsy's features alerted Harry to how seriously his face must have dropped in that moment, giving Eggsy an apologetic look, the optician slowly moved his legs until he was no longer straddling his waist and leant against the side of couch.
"What's happened?" He asked, trying to keep the concern in his voice low as a number of terrifying scenarios unceremoniously presented themselves to him.
"You'll never believe it, sweetheart. The doctor's said he's making the most miraculous progress. Of course I knew he would, he is a Hart, after all. Anyway, they're sending him home."
"Really?" Asked Harry, brighting immediately as Eggsy manoeuvred himself into a sitting position next to him, their sides brushing and suddenly Harry was grateful for the subtle contact. "That's...that's fantastic, mum. It really is."
"I know. It's marvellous. But it won't be until the weekend, I just thought I'd let you know now. I don't want to take up your time, I expect you'll be with Eggsy."
Harry inclined his head and saw the younger man giving him a small, if concerned, smile and slid their hands together, squeezing tightly.
"Yes, I am."
"Do send him our love now that he's home, won't you?" She sounded so fond over the phone that it made Harry's heart skip in his chest.
"Of course I will. Have a good night, mum."
"And you, love. Goodnight."
When Harry hung up, he found that he couldn't help the smile plastered across his face. He knew, and had accepted, that there was no cure for what his father was going through but the thought that he could live out his remaining time in strength and comfort and dignity warmed him in a way that little else could.
"Babe, is everything okay?" Eggsy asked gently from beside him, giving his hand a squeeze.
Harry put his phone down on the carpet and regarded Eggsy, expression open and eyes full of care, and sighed slightly, shifting closer to him.
"It's my father." He said finally.
"Oh, yeah. You said. How is he?"
"He's well." Harry told him honestly. "He's coming home."
"That's awesome." Eggsy said, smiling. "Wicked. I'm really glad. Can't keep you Hart's down, can we?"
Harry faltered for a moment before he found his voice, sincerely hoping that Eggsy wouldn't be upset at what he was about to say.
"Listen, darling, I wasn't being totally honest with you when we spoke about it on the phone."
Eggsy's eyebrows lurched downwards and when he spoke, his voice was uncharacteristically quiet. "What do you mean?"
"Eggsy, my dad has early stage lung cancer."
The words still hurt to say, even though he must have said them a million different times to a million different people, but this was Eggsy. This was Eggsy he was confessing to, and Eggsy turning his face away and looking saddened at the floor.
"Shit." He said, and it was barely audible. When he looked back up, he looked so overbearingly apologetic that it tugged on Harry's heart.
"I'm sorry I didn't say anything," Harry quickly explained, "it's not that I didn't want to tell you, of course I did. But, my mother taught me to always exchange tragic news in person and you seemed to be having such a surprisingly nice time, I didn't want to ruin it for you. I'm sorry."
Eggsy still looked worried, as Harry had expected him to be, but he attempted a soft, sincere smile in Harry's direction as he tightened the grip of their fingers.
"You get shit news like that and you're still protecting me," Eggsy said, shaking his head. "That's why I love you, asshole."
Harry had been half-planning a myriad of big romantic gestures for the past few months but realised that right here, sat half-dressed with kiss-bitten lips on Eggsy's floor, staring at the look of love and concern in his eyes, that this was truly the perfect moment.
"Eggsy..." Harry began in a hushed voice.
"Yes, Harry?"
"Do you want to...I mean...I..." He stopped talking, pulling a face to himself at his embarrassment. "Would you like to...marry me?"
Eggsy stared, unblinkingly, at Harry for the longest moment. The first thought that came to him was one of complete and utter blankness. He had no idea how on Earth he was supposed to process such a request.
The next thought was one of embarrassment. Not at the question, but at the fact that for the entirety of the time the pair had been together, Eggsy had never once considered marriage to be a viable option for them.
But as he looked at Harry, who was gazing back at him with a mixture of optimism and fear, it suddenly became everything that he wanted.
He wanted to be married to Harry, he wanted to be able to call the love of his life his husband.
The idea made him giddy and scared all at the same time.
"Oh my God." Was all he managed to say.
Harry suddenly went beetroot red and looked away, running a hand through his already dishevelled hair.
"Err...obviously, I know it's a shock but..." Harry was suddenly cut off by an insistent hand around his neck and a gentle, albeit lingering kiss to his lips.
He closed his eyes instinctively, but when he opened them he was met with Eggsy's bright, hopeful expression.
"Yes, I'll marry you, Harry. Fuck yes."
It was the complete uncompromising joy in Eggsy's voice that really made his stomach flip inside of him and he suddenly couldn't remember why he'd been worried before.
"Are you sure?" He found himself asking, to which Eggsy rolled his eyes.
"I've never been more sure," Eggsy assured him, smile fixed firmly in place now. "Christ, I never thought..."
"Thought what?" Harry pressed gently, teasing his fingers through Eggsy's slightly longer hair.
"I never thought anyone would ever ask me to marry them." Eggsy admitted sheepishly, eyes hitting the floor suddenly. "S'pecially you."
"You must know by now that I would do anything for you." Harry said quietly, but there was a smile in his voice.
Eggsy pressed his lips together, fighting off a smile before his gaze listed back up to meet Harry's. His eyes seemed darker than they had previously.
"So...weren't we in the middle of something?" He asked, tongue in cheek.
Harry shook his head and attempted to stand. "You know, actually, I think we should call it a night, I'm awfully tired and..."
Strong arms wrapped around his thighs and pulled him back down onto the floor. He met Eggsy's eyes, alight with keening desperation and suddenly all joking was gone.
"What do you want?" Harry asked, voice low.
Eggsy bit his lip and Harry felt himself become hard again, straining against the restrictive suit trousers he was wearing.
"I want you to...fuck." Eggsy said, pressing a hand to the front of his trousers and hissing.
"What, Eggsy?" Harry pressed in a hard voice.
"That." Eggsy gasped out, reaching forward and pressing a kiss to his neck. "That, take control...husband."
Harry froze as something sparked inside of him, sending his fingertips on fire as he pushed Eggsy swiftly the floor again. The younger man gasped beneath him and it almost registered on an emotional level.
"Did you think about me when you were away?" Harry asked quietly, pinning Eggsy to the freshly hoovered carpet with his body weight.
"Yes." Eggsy replied immediately, sounding suddenly breathless. He wanted to wrap his arms around Harry but was so effectively restrained that he couldn't move. He felt his cock twitch in its confines.
Suddenly, Harry's body weight was gone as the older man sat back on his ankles and Eggsy barely had time to register him roughly unbuckling his belt and pulling his jeans and underwear down around his splayed thighs in one fluid motion.
Eggsy closed his eyes when he felt Harry's hot hand wrap around his cock but they flew open at the sharp, shallow tugs he gave him.
"What did you think about?" Harry asked darkly. "At night, when you had your hand wrapped around yourself like I have now? What did you imagine me doing?"
Eggsy tried to reply, he honestly did, but then Harry's finger was probing his streaming slit and his head hit the carpet with a loud thump and his words got caught in his throat.
He forced himself to look up in time to see Harry massaging the pad of his finger across his sensitive head. Always so sensitive but now more so because of the lack of contact. It sent red hot sparks shooting through his cock and he couldn't decide if it was pain or pleasure but all he knew was that it was incredible and he didn't want it to stop.
He found himself bucking up into Harry's touch as his mouth fell open and a babble of words came tumbling out.
"Thought about you fucking me," He said, shivering as his glistening head disappeared into Harry's tight fist. "Hnnnghh, thought about your cock, deep inside me...you're...fuck...you're tongue..."
Eggsy was suddenly flipped on his back and it was times like this that Harry's strength enthralled him. It was easy to forget, with his mild-mannered civilian countenance, that Harry was in fact an ex-officer with a hidden, coiled strength like a tiger or a wild beast.
All the thought did was make Eggsy harder as he ground wantonly into the carpet beneath him, hissing at the satisfying sting it brought to his sensitised skin.
He bit down, hard, on his fist to stop himself crying out when he felt Harry's red hot tongue lapping around the delicate skin of his hole.
Eggsy barely had time to catch his breath before he was being tugged roughly back onto his knees and an insistent, strong hand was curling around the girth of his cock and stroking.
He didn't know exactly what had brought on this fiery side to his lover...his fiancé...but all he knew was that he fucking loved it.
He felt the probing heat of Harry's tongue against his tender entrance again and collapsed onto the carpet, wanting to push him away and buck down into his hand at the same time but he couldn't move.
He knew what Harry was doing, of course, he was straight-up teasing him but, as ever, he had no control.
"Fuck, Harry..." Eggsy breathed out, attempting to push his ass back, to be met the with the silky, overwhelming feeling of Harry pushing inside of him and licking against him but was only met with the gentle, teasing strokes around him. "Please...please, Harry..."
"Please what?" Harry asked quietly, hand slowing on his member and Eggsy nearly screamed. He could hear the smirk in Harry's voice and found his cheeks burning with a mixture of embarrassment and pure primal need.
"Please, rim me." He said quietly, head falling between his arms.
He was immediately rewarded with Harry's tongue pressing inside of him and he let out a strangled moan as he collapsed against the floor, the only thing keeping him upright were Harry's hands.
As Harry pressed wetly into him, seemingly working Eggsy into that intense, terrifying place only he knew about, Eggsy wondered, with what brain capacity he had left, if Harry had ever felt anything like this. If he'd ever experienced the off-worldly pleasure he was giving Eggsy now.
The thought was forced from his mind when Harry hummed contently against his skin and the vibration sent his body into overdrive, sparking every nerve within him like a fuse burning out.
Eggsy was completely lost in it. He could do nothing but helplessly alternate with pushing his ass back and shoving his cock into Harry's fist, moaning as the spikes of pleasure shot through him and met in the middle until he could feel the heat coiling in his groin.
"Uh..." Was the only sound he managed to get out and then Harry was gone.
Eggsy's eyes burst open and his head span as the hand around his cock disappeared and the pressure in his ass was pulled away.
He turned his head back, seeing Harry hovering above him and smirking.
"I knew you were about to come." Harry supplied. "I'd almost forgotten how damn sensitive you are."
Eggsy took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his shaking form as he let his forehead hit the floor.
"Shit, Harry, that ain't fair." He mumbled. "You trying to kill me?"
"No, dear boy, I'm trying to fuck you."
Eggsy's head snapped up and he clambered on his knees, pulling Harry down into an aggressive kiss. Harry hummed loudly against him as he circled his arms around his waist and hoisted him into a standing position.
Eggsy struggled out of his trousers as Harry walked swiftly to the bedroom and Eggsy quickly followed, cock bouncing against his stomach.
Harry turned as he saw him in the doorway, lube in hand, and suddenly the older man was on him again, pushing him flush against the wall with the line of his body.
Eggsy shuddered as his back hit the wall, hard, effectively trapping him against Harry but there was no where else in the world he'd rather be.
He wrapped one arm around Harry's neck while he pushed the other around his back, fumbling under his waistband and scraping at any skin he could find.
Harry damn near growled as his hand curled around the back of Eggsy's knee and hitched the younger man's leg around his waist.
Eggsy moaned as his cock was pressed against the front of Harry's trousers, scraping deliciously yet tortuously against him.
So distracted was he by rutting against the older man that he missed Harry lubing up his fingers and cried out when Harry thrust one unceremoniously into him, his ass accepting it greedily because it was so open and exposed in its current position.
Eggsy could do nothing but cling on for dear life as Harry fingered him, pistoning in and out of him in an almost aggressive rhythm that left Eggsy light-headed and animalistic. He bit and suckled at Harry's neck uncomprehendingly, allowing one of his hands to tangle in Harry's hair and tug roughly.
"Christ, Harry. Fuck me." His voice was surprisingly commanding and Harry didn't need to be told twice. Eggsy gasped as he felt Harry's thick, exposed head bump against his tender hole.
One of Eggsy's hands found its way to Harry's chest and pressed gently, Harry stilled immediately, catching Eggsy's gaze with his own.
"I love you." Was all Eggsy said, stroking a soft line down Harry's face.
"I love you." Harry replied quietly, melting at Eggsy's soft smile before he pressed up into him. Eggsy shook as Harry slid easily to the hilt, hawk-like grip finding its way to Harry's arm and digging into the flesh.
Harry hissed but didn't stop, because Eggsy hadn't told him to.
When he was buried to the hilt, his legs nearly gave out beneath him from the intense, suffocating pressure of Eggsy spasming around his bare cock.
Eggsy shut his eyes tightly, giving Harry that look of blissful agony that he so adored.
"Eggsy..." Harry began, but all Eggsy could do was tremble against him.
Being pressed against the wall with his leg around Harry's waist wasn't an angle they'd ever tried before, mainly because they were rarely so desperate that they couldn't make it to the bed, but it meant that Eggsy was unused to the near-constant pressure against his prostate and could slowly feel it taking him apart from the inside.
"I..." He finally managed, opening his eyes and meeting Harry's gaze, so filled with love he nearly cried. "I...won't last long." He admitted honestly, grasping onto Harry's neck tightly lest he collapse. Or possibly black out. Or possibly die.
Harry merely nodded before he pressed a long, soft kiss to Eggsy's lips and pulled out, thrusting in immediately and causing Eggsy to moan against his mouth.
He set the pace immediately, each thrust harder than the previous until Eggsy's back was bouncing against the wall, head thrown back and a string of unintelligible sounds dripping from his open mouth.
Harry grunted loudly before he curled his free hand around Eggsy's ass and hoisted his other leg around his waist, Eggsy gasped as he was pulled completely from the ground, the forces of gravity impaling him on Harry's hard cock, his eyes fluttered closed and his mouth fell open in a silent scream and then Harry was biting down, hard, on the exposed join of his neck as he thrust up, deeper than before, forcing an almost ethereal sound from Eggsy's jagged throat.
Eggsy whimpered, loudly, as he forced the hand that wasn't gripping Harry like a vice down between their bodies, attempting to grasp at his poor, neglected dick as it twitched helpless against him.
"No." Harry blurted out, hand catching Eggsy's and pinning it swiftly to the wall.
Eggsy sent Harry a questioning look but it took most of his strength to stop his eyes rolling in the back of his head.
"I want you to come untouched," Harry said, voice low and rough, eyes nearly black. "Like you always do."
Eggsy stared down at himself, moaning uncontrollably at the delicious fullness pumping in and out of him. The pleasure was so intense but it wasn't focused enough, his cock wasn't even rutting against Harry's skin.
Eggsy wanted to say that he couldn't, couldn't possibly manage such a feat but his words were slurred and his eyes unfocused.
"You can do it," Harry purred against him, as if reading his mind. "I know you can."
Eggsy bit his lip and trembled as he forced his hand away from himself, distracting himself by burying his face in Harry's neck as he felt his orgasm sear through his ass and fill his cock agonisingly slowly like liquid. Then he was coming against the older man, shooting thick white ropes against him.
He felt his eyes fill with moisture as his body shook under the power of it, helpless against the hard cock still drilling deeply into him, pressing against the over-sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside of him until Harry groaned loudly, stilled, stuttered and then Eggsy felt that white hot heat pulsing inside him and it was more incredible and unbearable than he imagined.
His legs tightened to the point of pain as he spasmed against Harry, clutching on desperately as if he were afraid he was going to pass out.
"Shit...Eggsy, are you alright?" Harry asked breathlessly.
Eggsy nodded, eyes closed before he felt the tell-tale squidge of Harry pulling out. He flexed as he felt the come dripping down the back of his thighs but instead of lowering him to the ground, Harry gathered him up in his arms – princess style – and carried him over to the bed.
Eggsy keened at the soft covers beneath him until he opened his eyes and frowned when Harry was no longer there. He sat up when he saw Harry walking back in, half-dressed and perfect, carrying a wad of tissue in his hand.
"Here." He said, pressing the tissue into Eggsy's open palm as he joined him on the bed.
"Thanks." Eggsy said, flushing slightly. He reached across the space between them and pressed a palm to Harry's slick skin, marvelling, for a moment, at the fact that he'd been allowed such an amazing, incredible person.
"I really fucking missed you." He breathed out.
Harry chuckled before he pulled him across into a kiss.
…
Harry and Eggsy sat in Harry's four poster bed, Eggsy was wearing only the over-sized shirt of Harry's that the optician had gifted him before his disastrous trip to Dartmoor and Harry only had the silk black dressing gown Eggsy so adored draped around him.
The younger man shivered as he sifted the material through his fingers, bare legs entwining with Harry's as they kissed, open-mouthed and languid.
"Will you get married in your uniform?" Eggsy whispered against his lover's mouth, the image of Harry in full officer's kit making him shiver whilst discovering a kink he hadn't known he'd had before.
"Mmm." Harry hummed against his lips, capturing his mouth again before he replied. "Only if you get married in yours."
Eggsy grinned hugely at the thought but frowned heavily when Harry attempted to twist away from him.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
Harry rolled his eyes but there was a smile on his face. "My goodness, Eggsy. You're entirely too clingy."
Eggsy huffed as Harry untangled their legs and hopped out of the bed, crossing to one of his bedside drawers and reaching inside, Eggsy watched, interested, as the black silk slid over his muscular thighs.
"I have something for you." Harry said suddenly, hand still hidden inside the drawer. There was something nervous in his voice that made Eggsy cock his head to the side.
"What is it?" He asked.
Harry bit his lip, tantalisingly sexily, before he retracted his hand and Eggsy froze.
Eggsy watched as Harry collapsed back onto the bed, delicately holding out a black, suede and worryingly expensive-looking ring box.
"Harry..." Eggsy said slowly, eyes wide.
Harry merely grinned at him before he opened it and Eggsy nearly gasped at the simple silver band with a gentle line of diamonds around one edge.
"Christ, Harry...it's perfect. I hope it didn't..."
"I won't hear another word about price." Harry said, Eggsy looked at him and could see the pink tinge in his cheek. "I should have given this to you when I proposed, in fact, but I was rather unprepared."
Eggsy fixed Harry with an almost accusing stare. "You mean...you planned this?"
Harry arched an eyebrow. "You thought I just decided to ask you to marry me on the floor?" He asked.
"Well...yeah." Eggsy admitted, voice losing some of its enthusiasm. "How...long have you been meaning to ask me?" He asked quietly.
"Err...I was...before you left, really, but then you seemed so down about the whole thing, it didn't seem fair."
"You were planning this since before I left?" Eggsy asked incredulously. "I don't know what to say."
"You can say 'yes.'" Harry supplied.
"I already did." Eggsy pointed out, although he was being cheeky, he still felt his heart flutter in his chest.
"Yes, but I'm worried I didn't propose correctly, having disregarded my gentlemanly duties ever so slightly..."
Eggsy cut him off suddenly by surging across the bed and kissing him, it was a little uncoordinated but when he saw Harry's flustered expression he was fairly certain that he'd gotten his point across.
He pulled on Harry's dressing gown until the pair were flush against each other, faces millimetres apart.
"It was perfect the first time." Eggsy whispered against Harry's skin. "But I'll marry you again and again and again, every time you ask me."
Harry's smile was so heart-warming that it took Eggsy's breath away. He watched, silently, as Harry pulled his left hand up between their bodies and slipped the engagement ring onto his finger.
He admired it for a moment, swallowing at the cool feel against his skin, before he entwined his fingers with Harry's.
"I'm getting the distinct impression," Eggsy said slowly, "that I'm the girl in this relationship."
Harry laughed loudly.
"You don't have to take my name, if that makes you feel any better." He joked.
Eggsy laughed along with him but he couldn't help but feel helplessly taken with the idea.
Of course he didn't want to lose his father's name, but 'Eggsy Unwin-Hart' sounded pretty damn good from where he was standing.