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Into The Web

The low whistle Eggsy let loose at the sight of his house amused Harry, especially since many of his peers had houses that were at the very least five times bigger than his own. But to someone who had had possibly lived all his life in the council estates, well Harry could see how Eggsy would think his house quite impressive by comparison. And Harry had always been very fond of it, truth betold. Especially the architecture of it. Though what the boy would make of the inside remained to be seen, especially since that too would not be what the boy was used to.

Pulling up in front Harry turned the car off and then retrieving his keys exited the vehicle, Eggsy doing the same on the other side rather quickly, and with an eagerness Harry certainly appreciated. Turning towards the car Harry locked the doors behind them and then together the two of them walked up to the door, Harry pulling out his keys again to unlock it while Eggsy looked around the neighborhood with interest. Once it was unlocked he pushed back the door, motioning for Eggsy to walk through ahead of him after he'd reached through to turn on a light for them.

"Butterflies?"

Smirking, Harry closed and locked the door behind him before answering the implied question. "My grandmother's collection. I collected some as a child, with her, but this is mostly all hers. After my grandfather died she gave the family home to my uncle and moved in here for the remainder of her life. I then inherited the place from her. As for the wall decorations, well I don't mind them, so I keep them."

"You can hang your jacket here, by the way." Harry added, nodding in the direction of the coat rack where he hung up his own coat after he'd shrugged out of it, Eggsy coming over to add his beside it. The boy added his hat as well, revealing his light brown hair in the light of the hallway. He really was a good looking young man, boyishly handsome in a Puckish sort of way. And while the clothes still did nothing to highlight the younger man's body, Harry had enough of an eye to know he was in for a visual treat when he finally removed those dreadful clothes from the boy's body.

Removing his shoes Harry set them off to the side, Eggsy watching and then removing his own shoes, drawing Harry's attention again to the wings attached to the trainers as the boy set them beside his on the mat.

"Why wings?"

Eggsy looked down at them and then back up at Harry with a grin on his face. "Cause I like ta fly, of course."

Raising an eyebrow questioningly, Harry didn't get an answer to his unspoken question, Eggsy just smirking at him. And since it wasn't that important, Harry shrugged it off and changed the subject. "Are you ready to see the upstairs?"

"Been ready for a while now, thanks." Obviously doing his best to look as nonchalant as possible, and not really succeeding given the way he was moving restlessly, the boy was definitely nervous for a few moments before Eggsy's face was suddenly shifting into highly amused lines, the look he gave Harry intriguing him.

"What?"

"Well some might see this as a fly being lured into a spider's web. And I'm in a house full of butterflies stuck ta the wall, ain't I?"

Getting the parallel, Harry chuckled a bit too over it before motioning towards the stairs with a sweeping hand gesture. "Come into my web, then?"

"Looking forward ta it."

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Both quietly amused, Eggsy was absorbed in looking around while Harry was doing his best to A, ignore the little voices inside his head that still weren't convinced this was a good idea, and B, trying to remember if he'd left anything lying around his bedroom that he would need to hide from Eggsy. Or at least have a good excuse for. A couple file folders from work, if he wasn't mistaken, but nothing Eggsy would comment on unless he came across the weaponry he had concealed in the room should he be attacked.

"A red room?"

Shit. He should have paid more attention. And closed that door.

"My office."

"Red. For an office? And what are those on the wall? The Sun?"

"Long story. And it's the next door over you're looking for, Eggsy."

A jerk of surprise, and then a flush bloomed over his cheeks and Eggsy ducked his head, quite adorably in Harry's opinion. And his own response to that cuteness Harry moving in to place his hand on the small of the boy's back, gently steering him past the partially open doorway and down to the next door, guiding him in before walked over to the bed to remove the robe he'd left lying there in his haste that morning.

Hanging it back up on its hook, Harry decided to remove his jacket while he was at it, draping it over a nearby chair. He hadn't wanted to risk talking himself out of going to the club earlier, so he hadn't come home to change after leaving Kingsman. He'd just removed his tie and undone the first couple of buttons, which meant he had a few layers of clothing to get off.

The sound of a throat being somewhat nervously cleared brought Harry attention back to Eggsy, who was looking everywhere but at him for the moment. "No butterflies in here, then?"

"No."

Watching as the boy's hands come down to grip the hem of his shirt, presumably to lift it up and over his head, Harry stepped over to wrap his fingers around the boy's wrists, lightly tugging them away.

And showing the intelligence he'd seem lurking in those green eyes earlier, Eggsy bit back whatever sarcastic comment he'd no doubt been about to make, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully for a moment before understanding dawned. "You gonna to teach me how ta take me clothes off as well, A'rry?"

"In a manner of speaking." Letting go of the wrists Eggsy let drop back to his side, Harry lifted his own hands to undo the lone three buttons on the boy's shirt before placing one hand on the side of the boy's neck, above the collar of Eggsy's polo. Moving his fingers ever so slightly across the smooth skin there, Harry smiled a little at the obvious attention he was getting now. "Men your age tend to hurry through everything, rarely seeing the benefit of delayed gratification. And while there is certainly a time and place for tearing off the clothes of a lover, and taking each other hard and rough, and without finesse, in this case we're only just learning each other."

Thanks to the grip he had on the boy's neck, Harry felt as much as he saw the way Eggsy swallowed hard at that.

"And speaking of clothes, I must admit a strong need to take these clothes off of you." Raising his free hand, Harry slid it under the back of the boy's polo while his other fingers spread out and over Eggsy's clavicle. "They do little for you."

The boy's back bowed a little, though not away from his touch. "Not one for the chav look, eh?"

"Not in the slightest. Especially since in your case, you have nothing to be ashamed of."

"Nor you, I'm thinkin. Lookin forward ta seein what's under that fancy suit of yours as well."

True, Harry silently acknowledged with another small smile, the shape he was in one thing he didn't have to worry about despite their difference in age. His body was his weapon, and he spent hour upon hour honing it. It might not be what it had been in his twenties, but he looked damn good naked.

But back to the point he'd started out making…

"As I was saying, we're only learning each other, which is why I'm not just throwing you onto my bed and fucking your brains out."

Serious eye dilation and a hard inhale of breath greeted that statement.

"For instance, my hand on your neck. The hold I have now in gentle, nonthreatening, a chance to simply get you used to my touch on your body. But just as quickly I could change the hold to something like this." And just that quickly Harry had the boy by the throat. "Some would enjoy this, a show of dominance, but you…no." Turning his hand back to its former grip, Harry watched Eggsy's body immediately losing some of its tenseness, though there was still some wariness in the boy's eyes. "I will not touch you in a way you don't like, Eggsy. All you have to do is tell me."

"I don't…Dean likes ta go for the throat."

"Understood. Anything else you don't like?"

"With straight, ordinary sex, no. Though I guess it ain't straight if it's between two blokes, eh?"

"No. But I understand what you mean. And again, all you have to do is say no and I stop. On my word as a gentleman."

A cheeky grin. "And how much is a gentleman's word worth? Ain't never met one before."

"Then you're in for a treat."

Lowering his head Harry pressed his lips to Eggsy's again, continuing to stroke the boy's neck while he used his other skills to ease the rest of the tension out of the boy's body, regaining his trust and Eggsy's willingness to be touched.

And just to hedge his bets, Harry started to stroke a soothing hand up and down the smooth skin of Eggsy's back, gentling him further as the minutes went by and the boy become more and more pliant against him.

Moving to kiss, nuzzle, and lightly nip at the boy's throat once Eggsy had relaxed completely, Harry mentally noted what the boy liked, smiling over the full body shiver he got when he sucked on the boy's earlobe.

"Fuck! Ya always like this, or is it just cause I'm new at the fuckin blokes thing?"

"A combination of three factors, really." Pulling back to meet Eggsy's gaze squarely, Harry shifted his hands to grasp the bottom of the boy's polo, lifting it slowly up with the obvious intent to remove it. "Part of it is your inexperience, another part sheer vanity. When you remember me, and you will remember me, Eggsy, I will have set the bar very, very high for those who come after me." Slipping the shirt over Eggsy's head then, Harry tossed it without regard in the direction of the chair, the offending garment not deserving any consideration to his way of thinking.

Standing there naked from the waist down, his well-developed chest a visual pleasure, Eggsy was obviously confident in his body too, if nothing else, the boy obviously enjoying the way Harry was looking him over as the boy practically purred out the statement that he looked forward to Harry setting that bar, and what was the third factor?

Reaching between them, Harry started to undo the boy's belt. "The third reason…well that would be the fact that I think you've been treated far too roughly in the past. I don't intend or want to follow that trend."

A smirk. "And er I thought that one of the benefits of fuckin another bloke was that you didn't av to be gentle with im."

"There's gentle, Eggsy. And then there's gentle."

And so saying Harry sank to his knees, the way the boy sucked in his gut gratifying, especially when Eggsy looked down at him with blown pupils and blatant shock.

It was tempting, Harry silently acknowledged in that moment, the idea of rising again, tossing the boy onto his bed to kiss and touch him until he begged to be taken, penetrated, fucked. But as he'd stated earlier, he had every intention of showing the boy the care he deserved.

Even if it killed him.

Undoing Eggsy's button and unzipping the jeans' zipper, Harry parted the material and pushed it aside to reveal the already damp pants beneath, confirming the fact that he'd been quite successful in arousing the boy as the scents there making his mouth water.

He couldn't wait to taste him.

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Given time and patience a woman could discover the less obvious erogenous areas of the male body, but in Harry's opinion only another man truly understood how to truly pleasure ALL the pleasure points between a man's legs. And Harry had made quite the study of how to elicit the most pleasure out of each and every one of those spots, which he put to full use now as he showed the boy, whose fingers lightly clenched in his hair, how it was done.

Not that it was going to take much effort on his part as he swirled his tongue around the boy's balls before dragging his tongue along the boy's length to the crown, which he was happy to manipulate and suck on to their mutual enjoyment. He'd imagine the boy had been hard on and off all night anticipating this, imagining how the night would end once he had found a man to go home with. A chance to finally do what the boy would only have imagined until now.

The way Eggsy was rocking his hips in stilted movement, struggling not to just fuck his mouth while he gasped and moaned in a needy desire for more, well Harry appreciated that even as he demonstrated the fact that he'd mastered his gag reflex decades ago. And was quite capable of deepthroating Eggsy while his fingers slid between the boy's legs to gently stroke the boy's pucker in a tease of what was to come later.

It didn't take long after that, Eggsy's whimpering interrupted as the boy managed to gasp out a warning that he was close, Harry holding the boy's gaze long enough to make it clear he'd heard, and then continued what he was doing until the boy came in his mouth with Harry's name echoing in the otherwise silent room.

Broken off, slightly garbled curses colored the air after that as Eggsy came down from his orgasm, Harry wiping the back of his hand over his mouth before softly ordering Eggsy to lift up one foot and then the next, removing the pool of clothing at the boy's feet, the socks coming off next to join the other articles on the floor.

Rising up to his feet, Harry wrapped his arms around the boy's waist for support as he started backing the boy up towards the bed, shepherding him there until the back of Eggsy's legs brushed up against the side of it, the contact jolting the boy out of his mind and into some awareness that had Eggsy's eyes meeting his with eager anticipation.

Letting his arms drop away, Harry lowered his head for a kiss full of promise before cocking his head slightly in the direction of the bed. "Up you go. I'll join you in a moment."

Looking very pleased with that idea, Eggsy turned and put his arse on full display as he crawled across the bed's comforter, putting on a little show that Harry appreciated quite a bit.

"Front or back, Luv?"

Raising an eyebrow at the term of endearment, as well as the sentiment, Harry simply stated that he wanted Eggsy on his front for now, and then went to work undoing his cufflinks while enjoying the picture the boy made spread out on his bedspread as he tossed the links into the shallow bowl on his bedside table. And while he wasn't the striptease type, Harry was aware of his own physic and had no problem putting it on display as he patiently undid each shirt button rather than rush it, deliberately stroking the flames of anticipation until the last button was undone and his shirt was easily shrugged off.

"Fuck. Are ya sure you're nearly fifty? I know blokes my age who ain't half as fit as you."

Reminding himself that gentlemen did not preen, even if they had just been told their bodies looked half their age, Harry allowed himself a small, satisfied smile as he turned towards the chair he'd placed his jacket over earlier, adding his shirt to the pile with his back to Eggsy. "In my line of work staying in shape is of the utmost importance."

"Being a tailor an all."

"Exactly. Quite exhausting at times."

"Well all that bending ta measure and such has given ya quite the arse, I'll say that for it."

Smirking in a way that said the boy still didn't believe for a minute he was a tailor, Harry didn't argue the point as his fingers went to work undoing his belt, the feel of the leather against the pads of his fingers bringing to mind an image of using the belt to tie the boy's hands to his bed's headboard.

A pleasant image, Harry acknowledged as he slid the belt through the belt loops, but not one that was going to happen in reality. Even if the boy could be persuaded to stay the night, and his body was willing to cooperate when it came to his own recovery time, Harry intended to keep this all fairly basic and straightforward, so to speak. Some other man would have the pleasure of introducing Eggsy to such things, if the boy was even interested.

"Need elp gettin those trousers off?"

"I think I've got it."

And taking that as a hint that he should stop dragging this on even a little bit, Harry undid the hooks and zipper of his trousers and then hooking his fingers on both his trousers and pants pulled both garments down to step out of them, the way Eggsy licked his lips over the picture he apparently made motivation enough for Harry to say to hell with properly removing and putting aside the remainder of his clothes.

No, he shed them as quickly as possible and then left them on the floor as he walked over to the bed to join Eggsy on it, the boy's arms coming up to grab ahold of his shoulders while arching his body up against his, Eggsy's mouth eager for more as it pressed against his own.