Eggsy loves clubs; loves to dance, loves to revel in the strength, capability, and fluidity of his body, and loves the impressed and admiring looks. Having a mission in a club? Aces. Having Roxy out with a concussion was less so, but he had been partnered with the American agent often, and could teach Tequila anything he needed to know about British clubbing. He was already combing through his mental closet for the perfect outfit as he tapped into the virtual debrief. Learning it wasn't that kind of club made his brain grind to a confused halt. "wot, so a gentleman's club with them fancy cigars and billiards then?" Merlin smirked at him, and sent the files to his glasses. "No Eggsy, this is a kink club for those who enjoy BDSM. Terence James is a frequent patron, and he has documents regarding the human trafficking that Kay is investigating. James prefers to watch couples, specifically with men as the submissive, and you fit the profile for his type. Since Lancelot is out, you'll be partnering with Tequila. This mission requires an unusually high level of trust, so let us know soon if that's not going to work and we can pull another agent." Eggsy gawped like a fish, mouth working but no sound materializing. Him and Rox had played about, but in public? And with someone other than Roxy? "R&D isn't finished with your tech yet, you should have plenty of time to read the rest of your files and have a sit down with agent Tequila."
This Terence guy is pretty fuckin shady, and both Tequila's brain and gut agree. He'd rather not have Eggsy anywhere near him, but doesn't mention that part; Tequila doesn't feel like explaining that he wouldn't want anything precious to him as close to this guy as they plan to get. James's heartbeat is the biometric key to the security system Kay will need to break into, and he'll have to touch one of several places on Eggsy's kit for Merlin to capture enough heartbeat to get them in. His preference for pretty, athletic, submissive young men is where Eggsy comes in. The couple thing plus the connection to human trafficking warrants extra backup, which is where Tequila comes in. James doesn't seem to have much of a schedule, and his preferred club is swept for bugs often, so they'll likely have to go several times. Eggsy is frustrated at this, already disliking the semi-public nature of such a vulnerable mission. Eggsy hasn't asked about his thoughts so Tequila hasn't shared. Eggsy on his knees is an incredible sight and Tequila wouldn't mind showing him off in a club like this, if it weren't for work. They set up a safe word and go over their standard cues and codes for verbally sensitive missions.
They hole up in Tequila's apartment and order Thai. Most of the planning is pretty boring, but talking over the hard yesses, likes, dislikes, and hard no's is very, very interesting. Tequila tucks it all away in his mental box of 'things about Eggsy'. He manages to surprise Eggsy with a couple of his interests as well, and he can see Eggsy itching to ask about the story behind one or two of his own hard no's. Tequila's going to have to be almost blackout drunk to even consider sharing those. Kneeling is pretty standard for James's preferred club, so Tequila throws out a suggestion as they're wrapping up for the evening. If Eggsy can kneel quietly for him until take-out comes, he can have a reward. Eggsy's quiet and thoughtful; the kneeling itself wasn't really the problem, and Tequila's sure he'll go for it. A quiet voice asks if he can have a pillow, there's a warmth in his chest that he probably shouldn't have, and he sets a pillow beside his lazy boy chair.
Kneeling beside Tequila's armchair, Eggsy's feeling more than a little off. The vulnerability of having to submit in public soon, subbing for someone other than Rox, and admitting that he maybe might want to try this with Tequila without some tosser watching, was weighing on him. Tequila was playing on his phone, the wall in front of him was too plain, and the telly wasn't even on to distract him from his unease. He felt like he might jump out of his skin. The weight of a large hand landed gently on his shoulder, guided him against warm legs, and stayed. The fidgeting he hadn't been aware he was doing settled, and everything seemed a little more achievable. Tequila would be there for backup, Roxy would probably demand Snapchat proof of him actually behaving, and he had veto power if anything felt really off. This was the agents fine art of pretend. None of it had to be real if he didn't want, and if he wanted to play later just with Tequila and Roxy, he was sure they'd indulge him. He set his mind to his reward. He'd ask to go clubbing, actually clubbing, after all this was over. Eggsy wins his reward and agrees over Thai to try the kneeling again next time.
Its been a couple days, he's at Tequila's again and he's hardly in the door when he sees his pillow ready by the armchair. The nerves are back and he's a little uncertain. They'd agreed on clear beginnings and endings, and sure enough, Tequila asks if he's ready. After a quick nod he's stripping down to his pants, folding as he goes, because he was told to. Tequila puts him on his pillow again, knees wide with his chest out slightly and his hands behind his back. He's instructed to wait, Tequila gets settled in the chair, and then nothing happens. He's waited a lot in his life, and he's usually pretty good at it, but the anticipation is making this more difficult somehow. He's not touching Tequila this time, and he finds he misses it. The longer he thinks about it, the more it bothers him, and he shifts over ever so carefully. Little by little he moves closer to the armchair, and Tequila is still ignoring him. Eventually he's close enough to lean into solid legs, and the turmoil in him settles. He can feel Tequila look at him, it's not a comfortable look, and the unease comes back. "sir?" The title is another thing they've agreed on. "Takin without asking already, seems like you don't trust me enough to let me give you what you need. If you need something I expect you to ask, like we discussed" His stomach drops, his heart almost stops, and his eyes fly up to Tequilas face, no no no! He didn't mean that at all! He should have asked but it was just bothering him so bad.
The guilt and panic is shining out of Eggsy's eyes clear as day, and Tequila wants to comfort him, but that ain't how this goes. Not yet anyways. He'd planned to reward good behavior with lettin Eggsy give him a blow job, but he'd planned for punishment just in case. He takes his lucky quarter out of his pocket and has Eggsy stand in the corner holding it onto the wall with his nose. He's sure it's the longest two minutes of Eggsy's life and his boy's trembling by the time he's done. He gathers Eggsy into his arms and whispers praise into his hair until the shaking stops. Tellin him how well he did his punishment, how proud he was of him, how good he was, how pleased he was with Eggsy doin his best. They cuddle for a long while and Eggsy leans up for kisses. Tequila ends their session before he kisses back, if Eggsy wants more comfort that's fine. This wasn't how he thought it'd go, but everything's over now and he doesn't want Eggsy thinking he has to 'make it up to him'.
Eggsy's determined that this time will go perfectly, there's no way he's goin back to that wall an that quarter. He's had 'lessons' before, but nothing quite as effective as that. He's directed to his pillow again, and he settles unto a perfect wait position. He likes to please those that are important to him, always has, and he's done his research this time. After a couple minutes Tequila walks slowly around him. He gets a pleased chuff and a rough broad hand in his hair, and he preens internally. "There's a box on my bed, I want you to get it. No lookin." His transition could be smoother, but Eggsy pops up to fetch the box. It's about the size of the boxes that trainers come in, and there's a couple clicks of metal when he picks it up. His stomach tightens and he wets his lips. He turns and almost jumps out of his skin because Tequila's right there. "Fuck me!" The bastard just grins and steadies the box. "we're starting in here darlin', lay on the bed on your stomach." He's a little pink, that was a frankly embarrassing lack of situational awareness, and his stomach is still tight. He can hear the box open, more clicks of metal, something light being set down, and then Tequila's footsteps head to the kitchen. The fridge door opens, ice cubes rattle, and water runs. The footsteps return. The bed dips and Tequila is sitting beside him with a glass of water. He takes the offered sip. "y'alright if we play with blindfolds today?"
His mouth dries despite the sip he just had, but he manages a quick yes sir and soft cloth slips around his eyes. Tequila's weight moves off the bed. A lighter clicks and Eggsy freezes involuntarily, Dean was an angry drunk and he vividly remembers what comes after, but it clicks off before it can really heat up. Tequila notices because of course he does. "Ain't gonna hurt ya darlin, just lightin a candle." A gentle hand settles briefly on his ankle, and he relaxes again. "let's try this first, here we go" A line of prickles runs up the side of his calf and he shivers. It runs up his other thigh and he squirms a little. Tequila tells him to settle down and he does his best to be still. Something soft ghosts over his side and he bites off a gasp before he full out giggles. The prickle and the soft feeling chase each other over his body, with the occasional light scratch of nails. The blindfold heightens everything and he's simultaneously starting to drift while hyperfocusing on the points of contact. The bed dips as Tequila settles next to him again, and the heat of him feels soothing. A hand settles on his shoulder and he hears a small sound, but he can't dwell on it because a there's a hot stripe heading down his back and he gasps. S'not hot enough to burn but it's damn surprising. He groans as the heat sinks in and he can feel the slight pull of wax. Another hot stripe from shoulder to opposite hip, then small drops of hotter wax fall one at a time across random patches of clear skin. His brain drifts further as hot droplets cool and fingernails peel up the first strip of wax. He whines as a frigid cube slides down that newly revealed skin, everything feels too much and it's great.
Tequila plays for a while longer. Eggsy's spaced right out, face smooth and body relaxed, enjoying the intensity of everything. Eggsy's submission is beautiful and humbling, and very very hot if he's bein honest. All the power and independence that this man has, and what he chooses to do with it is lay it all in Tequilas hands. He couldn't do this all the time, too much responsibility, but bein able to care for someone like this is a helluva gift every once in a while. Eggsy's pale skin is pink from heat, with wax everywhere, and Tequilas no artist but on Eggsy it looks like he could be. He very briefly wonders what Roxy would look like in Eggsy's place, or what he might look like after the two of them were finished with him. He pets Eggsy's hair and calls him up out subspace. Eggsy curls up like a turtle and cracks the wax shell off his back. He's going nowhere fast, but Tequila needs him to be able to move and prods him until he gets up and wanders in the direction of the garbage. They pick bits of wax off, well Tequila does, and Eggsy borrows a t-shirt. He's soft eyed, relaxed to the bone, and drowning in Tequila's shirt. A collar bone and half a shoulder are falling out of the shirt, and the curves of Eggsy's trap and deltoid are enticing. Tequila snaps a picture, saves it, and sends it to Roxy. Another picture for the slowly growing collection that he's starting to feel better about having. He grabs more water and snacks and settles Eggsy on the couch with him. He's thinking about their upcoming mission as blunt teeth nibble snacks from his fingers.
