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Something New

After a quick stop in the loo to freshen his breath and check his hair Harry headed down the hallway towards Daisy's room and heard Eggsy's voice before he'd even reached her door. One of the two had left the door open and through the opening Harry could hear Eggsy clearly as the younger man sang about a tiny dancer and counting headlights on the highway. Demonstrating, Harry thought with a smile, what an Elton John fan the younger man was. Of course he'd already known that thanks to listening to some of the boy's playlists for Daisy and this was one of his own favorites by Elton. Especially as sung by Eggsy, who was putting his own spin on the classic song. Fuck but Eggsy really was practically perfect in every fucking way as far as Harry could see. And of all the people Eggsy could have chosen...he'd chosen him.

How the hell had he gotten so lucky?

Knowing the song well Harry was aware that he'd come in on the second chorus and he stood outside the door listening until the end of the song. It was never a hardship to listen to Eggsy sing Daisy to sleep. And it seemed that that was that as Harry caught the sound of Eggsy murmuring something and then quiet footsteps Harry only heard because of decades of training. And then Eggsy was sliding through the gap between the door and the jamb, Harry moving out of his way.

Eggsy turned to look at him, putting a finger to his lips before motioning for Harry to head further down the hallway. So together they walked away from the door, Eggsy voice low as he stated that she was out for the count.

"She had a long day."

"Yeah."

Looking down at Eggsy for some clue as to how to proceed, Harry found his vision hampered by the fact that Eggsy was hiding his eyes behind his lashes. Though he was looking back at Harry too, suggesting he was looking for guidance too.

Right. Time to be the responsible-

Harry didn't have a chance to finish that thought as suddenly Eggsy's arms shot out and then those arms were wrapping around his waist, pulling Harry in so that they were chest to chest. And then more importantly mouth to mouth as Eggsy moved in to kiss him like he'd been starving all day for a taste of him.

Which was only fair, really, since Harry had been.

Carding his fingers into Eggsy's hair, the strands catching on the callouses there, Harry hardly noticed as he held Eggsy's head gently in his hands and did his level best to demonstrate the many advantages of kissing someone with decades worth of experience.

And bloody hell, did Eggsy prove that he knew what he was doing as well.

It took them a few minutes to get the hang of things and figure out how to compensate for their differences in height and how they liked to be snogged, but once they got the basics down...well it was a wonder they didn't just combust on the spot. Especially when Eggsy's hands pulled Harry's tucked in shirt out so that he could get his hands on Harry's skin. Which didn't exactly help Harry when it came to thinking clearly, but they managed.

They managed very, very well.

Or at least as well as could be expected since they wanted to get to his bedroom but couldn't seem to stop kissing or touching each other long enough to see where they were going. They kept stumbling or pressing the other up against a wall as their greedy mouths and hands did their level best to drive them both mad. Hell, they didn't even get halfway there before they ended up with Eggsy pressed up against a wall, their bodies were grinding against each other's in a desperate need to get what they needed while only making it harder on themselves. Pun entirely intended.

It was like being a teenager all over again, Harry thought in some dim corner of his brain.

Wet and messy and lacking all finesse and yet-and yet it was better because of that. Better because each kiss was a like a first kiss, and every inch of skin Eggsy permitted him to touch a gift. Something he should feel proud and honored to be trusted with. Well that, on top of the breathless fear and exhilaration of crossing into new territory that would change who they were to each other forever.

You forgot what that was like as you gained experience and moved on from fumbling on the sofa or in the car to proper beds and adult relationships. Ones where you were both experienced enough that even your first time with someone new followed an expected routine. A little freestyling thrown in perhaps, each wanting to demonstrate their skillset, but you went in knowing how things would go barring some unfortunate turn of events.

Harry had absolutely no idea what dance they were dancing here-and he loved it.

He loved that they were bumping into things and fumbling and that Eggsy's hands shook a little as they attacked the buttons on Harry's shirt. He loved the fact that Eggsy looked at him like he couldn't believe they were doing this but was as thrilled as a child on Christmas Day that it was. Harry was pretty sure he looked the same, since it was certainly how he felt.

By the time they'd made it to his bedroom Harry's shirt had been left behind in the hallway and Eggsy's shirt had been pulled up multiple times but was sadly still on Eggsy's body. Though not due to lack of trying on Harry's part. And that being the case Harry forced himself to pull back so that he could get a couple words in, no easy thing since that just invited Eggsy to go for his throat. Which he immediately did with pleasure.

"Shirt. Off."

Pulling back to meet his gaze, Eggsy's looked a little drunk as he grinned up at Harry. "Mmmm?"

"Take your shirt off for me, Eggsy."

Eggsy's tongue came out to lick his lips, the look in his eyes pure sex as his hands fell away from Harry's waist to grab the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head in one smooth motion before carelessly tossing it aside.

Harry had seen Eggsy bare chest before of course, but this was different. This time he could look his fill and did.

"Like wot ya see?" Eggsy asked almost shyly, his body language that of someone who was trying to appear relaxed but was actually tense as hell.

"Beautiful." Reaching out Harry wrapped one arm around Eggsy waist to pull him up against his chest again, the other hand rising further up to cup Eggsy cheek as Harry gave him what he hoped was a reassuring kiss.

But the nerves he'd seen flipped enough of Harry's protective instincts to bring his brain back on line. Or at least working to a degree that meant he remembered his plan to take this slow and make sure Eggsy knew that this was important to him. That Eggsy was important to him.

So Harry kept this kiss lighter and when he pulled away this time it was to move the hand cupping Eggsy's cheek up to swipe a finger over the scar running through the younger man's eyebrow. He'd always thought it lent Eggsy a sexy, dangerous air.

"I never did ask you how you got this."

"The scar?" Eggsy blinked at him in confusion. "Flyin glass. Bar fight when I was fourteen or so. Didn't get out the way fast enough."

"You were lucky it didn't hit your eye."

"So the doc said at the time."

Angling his and Eggsy's head Harry placed a kiss over the scar and then asked about the buildup of scar tissue he'd noticed on Eggsy's right elbow.

Eyebrows raised, Eggsy visibly struggled to figure out how they'd gone from making out like teenagers to discussing battle scars. His expression suggested he thought Harry had possibly lost it. "I wiped out on a friend's bike. Fucking chain came off." Eggsy's hands ran along Harry's sides. "Are my 'battle scars' really wot ya want ta be doin right now?"

"I rather hope to learn every inch of you, yes."

Ducking his head in reaction, Eggsy squirmed under Harry's gaze. "Then why ain't ya..."

"I'm trying to make it clear that there's no need to rush. And before the thought enters your head, Eggsy, yes I want you. I just want you to be happy."

"Yeah?"

"Of course."

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That earned him another kiss from Eggsy, which Harry was happy to accept and return with equal enthusiasm. And when Eggsy started to walk backwards towards the bed Harry went with him willingly, more than happy to be led in that particular direction. The room would have normally been dark save for the light coming through the gap between the drapes but apparently before taking Daisy to her room Eggsy had come in and turned on both of his bedside table lamps in preparation for this. Harry approved his lover's foresight. He didn't want to miss anything as they drew apart, chests heaving and the bed right beside them now. The bed Eggsy had also turned down for them.

"Ow do ya want ta do this?" Eggsy asked him eagerly, vibrating with it as he chewed on his bottom lip a bit. Which of course landed Harry's mind firmly in the gutter for a minute before he got his thoughts somewhat under control. And given that he had no idea what Eggsy had and hadn't done Harry thought it wise to ask if Eggsy had a preference.

"I-uhm, I ain't never been on-I ain't never been the bottom. It's not that I'm against the idea or nothin but I just-ain't never been someone I'd trust my arse ta, ya know."

Hoping it wasn't obvious that he was pleased he'd possibly have the pleasure of being Eggsy's first in that regard, not everyone enjoyed bottoming and they could work their way up to seeing if that was actually something Eggsy might enjoy doing, Harry gave Eggsy a quick kiss before stating that his own arse was very much up for grabs as well. Just putting that out there.

Eggsy's groan suggested he really liked that idea.

Taking that as encouragement Harry lowered his hands to his belt, eyes on Eggsy for signs of discomfort as he undid it and went about removing it before unhooking his trousers. The way Eggsy's eyes tracked every movement of Harry's fingers was flattering to say the least, though they also made his tailored trousers a tad uncomfortable before Harry pushed them and his pants down to the floor, stepping out of them.

"Oh fuck yes, please."

Chuckling, though he was more than a little chuffed by that reaction, Harry lifted up one foot and then the next to remove his socks while giving Eggsy a look that invited the younger man to finish stripping as well.

Grinning cockily Eggsy had no problem removing his own trousers...and revealing in the process that the little tart hadn't bothered to wear anything underneath them.

"If I'd known earlier that you had nothing on underneath...I'd have bribed Merlin to come babysit earlier."

"Wanna traumatize im, huh?"

"You can't argue that he deserves it."

"We can talk about that later, Luv."

Appreciating the rakish wink aimed in his direction, though not quite as much as the sight of Eggsy naked, Harry made sure that his appreciation was obvious as his gaze traveled the length of Eggsy's body. And if he lingered over certain areas of Eggsy's anatomy...well Eggsy had worked hard to achieve that muscle definition and it deserve to be appreciated.

"Shall we retire to the bed?"

"Sounds like a plan ta me."

And putting words into action Eggsy sat down on the bed and then swung his legs up so that he was lying on Harry's bed, shifting up on his elbows to give Harry a sexy as fuck 'come and get me' look.

Perfect.

Setting a knee on the mattress Harry easily maneuvered himself so that he was straddling Eggsy, hands braced on either side of Eggsy's head as he leaned in to resume their kissing as Eggsy's hands land on his back to pull him in close. Hands running covetously over the curves and planes of Harry's back, Eggsy's hums of pleasure went straight to Harry's head in the best possible way.

Kissing while grinding against each other, being skin to skin with Eggsy like this as sweat slicked their way and gasps and moans filled their ears...how could it be better?

But it just kept getting better and Harry could feel his orgasm building with alarming speed after hours spent waiting for this. Not to mention the fact that it had been entirely too long since he'd shared a bed with someone. Either way Harry was fairly sure that this wasn't going to last as long as he might have liked but fuck it, they'd been circling around each other for too damn long and the pleasure was what mattered, not how they got there.

Back arching as their bodies lined up just right Harry broke off the kiss with a gasp, riding out the pleasure with a great deal of shuddering and the awareness that he was so fucking close and was Eggsy-Eggsy's eyes were closed and his face was scrunched up in a rather distasteful grimace.

Panting out Eggsy's name, Harry had to say it again before Eggsy's eyes slitted open.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothin."

"Eggsy."

Eggsy's grimace deepened. "I just...I don't want ya ta think I can't...tryin not ta come already."

Ah. Thank God.

On a sigh of relief Harry leaned forward and kissed Eggsy's forehead and then pressed his own forehead against Eggsy's. "Darling. I'm right there with you. There's no need to hold back."

"Yeah?"

"Oh, yes. We've only just begun." Harry assured him with a grin. "And we have all night."

Eggsy's face broke out in a mischievous grin. "Hell ya."

Smiling back Harry reached down to take both their cocks in hand and began jerking them off in tandem, Eggsy completely onboard with the idea as his hands moved down Harry's back to his arse, fingers digging in hard as Eggsy pistoned his hips to meet Harry's as he bit off demands of 'tighter' and 'faster' and 'fuck me, Harry.'.

With fucking pleasure.

Neither of them lasted long after that.

And they were definitely all right with that as they collapsed against each other, utterly content to stay that way for the foreseeable future as Eggsy cuddled close and Harry held him with pleasure.

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Harry was having the most delightful dreams. Really, he wanted to wallow in them forever. And yes, in some dim part of his mind Harry knew that he had no business imagining what it would be like to grind against Eggsy or give his darling the best, most drawn out blow job he was capable of giving until Eggsy was promising him Gran Gran's chips for a week straight if he'd just let him come already and-

Brows furrowing as instinct told him to open his eyes, Harry grimaced a little and then forced his brain to concentrate on coming online instead of fantasizing about what Eggsy looked like naked. He needed to wake up because-because there was someone else in bed with him. Someone who smelled like Eggsy and sex and-oh.

Opening his eyes Harry stared up to see Eggsy looking back at him with a fond look on his gorgeous face.

"Hey."

"Thought I'd dreamt it all." Harry murmured, lifting a hand to card his fingers through Eggsy's thoroughly tousled hair. "Good morning."

"Ya didn't dream it. Not unless we're sharin dreams now." Eggsy's lips curved into a grin. "I'd be okay with that."

Chuckling, Harry agreed with him.

"Sorry for wakin ya up. Just didn't want ta leave without saying nothin. I gotta shower afor Daisy wakes up and then get breakfast goin. Ya can sleep another forty or so if ya want."

More sleep would be lovely, Harry considered, as would joining Eggsy in the shower. But given the possibility that Daisy might wake up early and come looking for them...well that as just too horrifying to think about for long. And served to wake him up completely.

Not wanting to state that he didn't want to join Eggsy in the shower, Eggsy would probably just roll his eyes over the Daisy concern, Harry settled for stating that he'd nap a little longer and then join him downstairs shortly.

"Wore ya out?"

Since Eggsy very pleased expression was well earned Harry simply pulled him in for a quick kiss, morning breath be damned before pulling back to assure Eggsy that yes, he most certainly had.

Looking very pleased with himself Eggsy leaned in to give him another kiss and then off he went in a blur of motion, far too awake given the time of day and their activities of the night before.

Oh to be that young again, Harry mused with a wistful sigh. Though at least he hadn't embarrassed himself the night before. Being over half his age Eggsy had a much quicker recovery time than he did but getting his boy off was far from a hardship, especially when he got to enjoy watching Eggsy's reactions to his touch and mouth.

He was very much looking forward to seeing more of it later on that night.

Which meant, unfortunately, that they were probably going to have to have a talk about sleeping arrangements and making Daisy aware of those sleeping arrangements so that if she needed Eggsy in the night she didn't go to his present room and panic over his absence.

It would be wrong of him to just let Eggsy tell her, wouldn't it?

Damn.

But so very, very worth it.