When Eggsy wakes up the next morning, it hits him like a fucking freight train. He feels like pulling his hair out. The unbearable heat and singeing desperation thrumming through his veins has him squirming uncomfortably on the bed.
His body feels strained – to tight – his clothing making his skin itch. There's a high pitched keening noise ringing in his ears that Eggsy only just realizes is coming from him.
Shrugging out of his clothes Eggsy sighs at the brief respite, the cool air soothing his heated flesh.
Eggsy's a healthy teenage boy, he's been horny before, but nothing compares to this overwhelming need that just burns, and burns, and burns. Eggsy has to remind himself to breathe. He's just so goddamn hot.
He tries to think clearly back to what the nurse had said, but his mind was starting to cloud over and all he could think about was his own hand on his dick.
Eggsy moans at the first touch, toes curling. His body is so much more sensitive like this. The relief of touching himself seemed to lessen the ache in the pit of his stomach, and now that he's started he can't seem to get himself to stop; and he's leaking. Leaking so much pre-come that the sound of his slick wet hand moving on his own dick makes him whimper.
Eggsy stares down his trembling body and suddenly his hand is not enough. He stares down at himself, imagining his hand wasn't his own, that someone else was doing this to him, someone else having their way with him –
The sudden thought has him arching his back with a loud cry as he spills over his knuckles and onto his quivering stomach. Eggsy pants, whining in confusion as he feels himself leaking slick down his thighs, his dick still rock-hard and twitching valiantly against his stomach.
Eggsy plants his feet on the bed, spreading his legs as he snakes a curious hand down between the cheeks of his ass. The cautious touch of his forefinger against his furled hole as him hissing, pleasure tingling up his spine.
At he inches his finger in deeper, Eggsy keens at the white hot pleasure that jolts through his body as he brushes against something inside of him. At the desperate press of a second finger, Eggsy gasps as if electrocuted, the sudden intense jolt of pleasure plummeting him over the edge into his second orgasm.
Eggsy slumps against the sheets with a moan of satisfaction before his vision whites out.
When they got back to their small flat a couple of days later, Dean takes one look at him and his face goes ashen. It was absolutely priceless; Eggsy wished he owned a camera.
His mum and Dean had a right good talk after that.
Things were really starting to look up for Eggsy. Dean had begrudgingly struck up some bullshit deal with his mum. As long as Eggsy minds his own business and stays out of Dean's way, he'll leave Eggsy alone - perks of being an omega.
To say Eggsy was smug would be quite an understatement.