Disclaimer: As always I own nothing but the original characters and the situations all characters find themselves in. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!

An Important Decision

After snogging the boy silly, not a terribly difficult thing to do given the fact that Eggsy was still coming down from the high of his earlier orgasm, Harry turned his attention to exploring more of the boy's very appealing body. He did enjoy a physique that had so obviously been honed by hard physical activity, as opposed to just working out in some gym on a treadmill, Harry mused to himself as his eyes mentally catalogued the form beneath him. Eggsy could stand to gain another ten pounds, in his opinion, and his gut said the boy probably wasn't eating as nutritiously and regularly as he should, given his age, but considering the fact that he doubted Eggsy had seen a gym or played an organized sport in quite some time, the boy had done a good job keeping military fit even now. Though Eggsy hadn't stated how long ago he'd left the Marines, and Harry wasn't going to prod old wounds by asking.

He'd also noted the feel of calluses when Eggsy's hands had moved over his back, and out of curiosity Harry grabbed ahold of one, a further look at the boy's right hand showing the truth of the boy's earlier statement about being a gymnast. There were also hints of calluses very similar to ones found on his own hands. Gun training, he assumed, also from when the boy had been training to be a Marine.

Laying the hand back down at Eggsy's side Harry turned his attention to tracing his fingers over the boy's torso while his lips sampled Eggsy's neck again. Something Eggsy's certainly enjoyed judging by the way the boy's fingers alternated between petting his hair and clutching at it when Harry mixed things up with a nip to Eggsy's neck or a scraping of his nails over the young man's pectorals.

Fingers gliding over a difference in texture, Harry lifted his head and shifted further down the boy's body so that he could get a better look at what his fingers were telling him. "A tumble and slide on concrete?"

Shifting up to rest his weight on his elbows, Eggsy looked down his body to see what had Harry's attention before answering. "Not exactly. Was about fourteen, some fuckers jumped me. Bashed me in the 'ead and then dragged me in ta an alley, not wantin an audience. Was just wearin shorts at the time. Didn't have nothin they wanted on me, and were right pissed about it."

Frowning, though obviously no permanent damage had been done since Eggsy lay before him, Harry's eyes looked for more damage, not having to try hard before he picked up other faint lines scattered over the rest of the boy's body. A collection of scars in a dispersal pattern made him think that a bottle or something similar had exploded near the boy, the glass acting as shrapnel, though only the one wound looked as though it would have possibly needed stitches to close it. Another scar he'd lay odds on a knife being the culprit, while one he couldn't identify, and had to ask about.

"That one? Hoppin a fence. Misjudged my dismount, so ta speak." A mischievous grin on his face, Eggsy shrugged in a 'what can you do' sort of way. "Most marks are from that sort of thing. I do parkour, if ya know what that is."

"I do. And I can see how that would appeal to you, given your gymnastics background. Assuming that you did more than just the bars."

Eggsy's eyebrows furrowed. "Ow did ya know I did bars?"

"Your hand calluses."

"Seriously? That's why you was lookin at them? You sure you ain't Sherlock fucking Holmes, Bruv?" The boy settled back down and then brought a hand up to study it himself, obviously trying to see what had tipped Harry off. "And I ain't even done bars in years. Quit ages ago."

Amused, Harry reached over to run a finger over the calluses in question. "You'd be amazed what a body can tell you about a person's past. If you know what to look for."

"Well I'd ask for a lesson on that, but you ain't finished my first one."

"Excellent point."

And since now was as good a time as ever, especially since his body was starting to get rather insistent that he speed things up as well, Harry moved away to access his bedside table to retrieve the lube and condoms, relieved when he saw that the latter hadn't expired yet. Though he did make a mental note to purchase more on his next trip to the chemist's, just in case.

Glancing back in Eggsy direction, and seeing the nerves the boy was struggling to hide from him, Harry set the condoms aside for the moment and focused on the squirting out some of the lube onto his fingers while he moved back into place on his knees.

To prove something to the both of them, perhaps, Eggsy chose that moment to demonstrate just how flexible he still was, easily bringing his legs up and apart, holding the pose with ease as he gave Harry a look that was so full of bravado Harry was tempted to pat the silly boy on the head.

But rather than get lube in the boy's hair, he had another target in mind, Harry simply leaned over and grabbed a pillow with his clean hand. Handing it over to Eggsy he told the boy to stick it under his lower back, tugging it into the perfect place himself once Eggsy did so. Only then did he raise a hand to testing rub a single finger around and around his intended target, the gasp that followed, paired with Eggsy's thighs and ass visibly tensing up at the intimate touch, informed Harry's next actions.

"I assume you've played with your ass in the past?"

"Just…just fingers." A rueful look. "A arse toy woulda been ard ta explain, ya know?"

Given the curiosity of children, plus the possibility that Eggsy's other family members didn't respect his space, Harry could see how any sort of device meant for pegging would raise eyebrows. And perhaps lead to harsh backlash from this Dean person.

"Pity. Had I the time I'd have started there, easing your body into this with fingers and the use of toys of various sizes. As a former gymnast I'm sure you're intimately aware of just how important stretching and adapting one's muscles to unfamiliar uses is." Harry's smile definitely curved in a rather devious manner as he started to nudge and work his first finger inside the boy's tight hole. "Not to mention I'm sure you'd look particularly delicious with your pretty arse spread open by a toy that I could play with. Perhaps even make you wear all day, even, so that we'd both spend the day knowing that every time you sat down or moved, really, you'd be reminded of what was buried deep inside of you. What would be buried inside you that night, after I'd taken the toy out and filled you up with my cock instead. And given how stretched out you would be at that point…well there would be no cause for me to be terribly gentle, now would there?"

Eyes wide and breathing harshly, Eggsy was quite obviously caught up in what he was saying, paying little to no attention to the fact that Harry's finger was in his ass and loosening him up. Deliberately avoiding the boy's prostrate for the moment, that would come later, Harry continued to talk as he slowly add his second finger once he was sure Eggsy could take it.

"Now you should keep in mind, Eggsy, that just as there are multiple positions to be tried in heterosexual relationships, the same can be said for homosexual ones. And anal penetration is not a necessary component, and many gay couples chose to avoid it altogether. So if this proves to be something you don't care for, which is sometimes the case, there are a number of alternatives to consider instead. Particularly given your flexibility and adventurous nature, if I'm not mistaken. In truth I'm rather disappointed that I won't get the opportunity to demonstrate more of those alternatives to you tonight, but I'm afraid being my age does have its drawbacks when it comes to recovery time. That being said, you on your hands and knees would have allowed for easier, deeper penetration, if you were wondering, but given that it's your first time I want to be able to see your face. Lovely as it is normally, I imagine it will only be that much more stunning when I'm inside you, showing you just what fools men are when the speak derisively about men who take it in the ass. Because, you see, they have no idea what they're missing out on."

Having just brushed against the boy's prostrate earlier to locate it, Harry now used his fingers to massage it hard, Eggsy yelp of surprise followed by a long, drawn out moan as Harry continued to manipulate the spot for several more heartbeats before easing off, removing his fingers completely to add more lube to them while smiling knowingly at the whine of complaint that got him.

"Just a moment, I assure you."

The boy actually hmphed at him. "Ya think I don't know ya're usin your sexy voice ta relax me? I'm relaxed enough. Put that stuff and the rubber on your cock already."

"I think I'm a better judge of that then you, Eggsy."

"It's my arse."

"And it's my cock." Harry returned just as sassily, feeling his lips curve into a teasing smile. There was just something about the boy's face, so pouty while trying to appear grown up at the same time. It made him want to play a little more.

"Arry."

"Eggsy." Without waiting, just to make his point, Harry shoved three fingers into the boy's hole this time, the bitten off cursing that unleashed proving said point nicely. Though just to be clear…

"My cock is bigger than those three fingers."

)

A familiar light coming into Eggsy's eyes, Harry had been around enough foolish young men in his life to recognize it, Harry wasn't the least surprised when the boy took his words as a challenge, though he was impressed by the results. Of course the gymnastics training, not to mention life in the estates would have given the boy a high pain threshold, not to mention a stubbornness that was prone to overcoming common sense. Still, Eggsy's control over his body was good, the boy knowing he needed to relax to take Harry's fingers properly as he continued to stretch him.

So of course the boy started bucking his hips to fuck himself on Harry's fingers sooner than Harry would have advised, but Eggsy's obvious pleasure in it after the first few grimaces stayed his tongue. Which was actually hoping for another taste of the boy's mouth.

Leaving his fingers where they were, Harry leaned forward to take that taste, enjoying the way the boy struggled between returning the kisses and trying to fuck himself more, which wasn't easy given their present positions. Which had the boy squirming, cursing, and just generally being the impatient brat that Harry expected from one so young.

Still, all that squirming….

Mind no longer focused completely on distracting the boy from what he was doing, Harry's mind couldn't help but veer in directions that would give him more physical, sexual pleasure, his hips starting to move of their own volition to rut against the boy for some much wanted friction.

Friction that Eggsy was more than happy to give him it seemed, especially since it was a lot easier to do that then get Harry's fingers as deep inside him as the boy wanted. And this required no gentleness or particular skill, this particular action fairly ingrained in even the most primitive of minds. Though some did it better than others, which was the case here as they both had an excellent sense of rhythm and a driving need for orgasm that was front and center in their minds as their sweaty, hard bodies rocked and rubbed against each other.

"If ya don't come inside me arse I'm expecting a repeat where ya do." Eggsy warned after a few minutes of frottage, biting off the words before biting down his already quite red and swollen bottom lip. The boy had been chewing on it quite a bit to try and muffle his responses, which was something that Harry would have complained about if not for the fact that he wasn't entirely sure he'd be able to keep his head if the boy was being more vocal in his responses.

And the boy did have a point, Harry acknowledged ruefully as he stilled his hips' movements. It really had been too long since he'd had sex, something his body was now making quite clear it was not happy about. Especially now that it was being presented with a chance to get off with a handsome young man who was not an assignment or simply a means to an end.

That being the case Harry pulled away completely to avoid temptation for a moment, reminding Eggsy that he was just doing what he'd asked when the boy growled his dislike and dug his fingernails into Harry's side to express his displeasure.

Nails retracted then, and Eggsy actually wiggled a little, like an eager puppy.

Remarkable, Harry mused to himself as he grabbed the condom, that someone could look both adorable and utterly ravished at the same time. The boy had skills.

Suiting up quickly, the boy's eyes glued to his hands the entire time, Harry considered reminding the boy not to play a martyr here, and tell him if the coming discomfort was severe or Eggsy wanted him to stop for any reason, but such a reminder would probably just make the boy dig his heels in that much more. No pun intended. Though a lovely image and thought, in another context.

So he'd rein himself in enough to be able to read the boy's face for facial cues, though that was going to be harder than expected soon. He had the unusual feeling that once he was fucking the boy thinking rationally was not going to be as easy as it normally was.

Trying a roundabout way to ensure this went as well as possible, Harry told Eggsy to relax for him instead, the younger man nodding his head curtly in confirmation. Definitely former army. It was there now, in those lovely green eyes.

Working only the head of his penis in for started, Harry held himself still as he watched Eggsy's face as it contorted in a mixture of confusion, mild discomfort, and surprise. He'd stretched the boy well, though, and Eggsy was relaxing around him well, considering this was his first time.

"More."

Nodding his head Harry used short, careful thrusts to slowly work his way further inside the tight heat reluctantly inviting him, pausing every few thrusts to get a better gauge of Eggsy's body language before continuing deeper.

The sight of the boy's quivering thighs had Harry reaching out and drawing first one leg and then the other onto his shoulders to give them something to brace against. It would also allow him to thrust in deeper, which he was sure Eggsy would appreciate very soon.

And it wasn't a long wait, either, the boy's body having been trained long ago to adapt quickly to unfamiliar positions, and while the training had been kept up in a different way, the same principles still applied. Nor was Eggsy the type to be passive, and once he'd wrapped his head around the whole thing and what his body need to do to participate Eggsy started to do so with vocal demands for Harry to fuck him harder, since their present positions didn't allow the boy any real control over things.

"Think carefully, are you sure?"

The look Eggsy aimed him stated clearly that Harry was a simpleminded idiot to ask that.

"Just remember I asked."

The derisive sound Eggsy had probably meant to make became a choked squawk as Harry stopped holding himself back and surged forward into a thrust meant to fuck himself as deeply into the boy's arse as he could go, the way Eggsy's jaw dropped in shock as amusing as his earlier squawk.

But Harry wasn't interested in mentally documenting more of Eggsy's adorable quirks at the moment, and instead focused on repeating his earlier thrust over and over again, the silly boy trying and failing to do anything but take what Harry was giving him.

And while his ego liked the idea of him drawing this out even more, it had been a long time since he'd had such an engaging partner, Harry bitch slapped that voice into silence, his instincts saying that they sure as fuck had had enough foreplay for the time being. Now was the time to get them both off, and later, if the boy was up to it, he'd take things a little slower in this regard.

Because yes…once was definitely not going to be enough as Eggsy writhed and moaned beneath him, mumbling nonsense because the boy couldn't even form words, much less sentences. A problem Harry could completely relate to, since he wasn't entirely sure that he was up to stringing words together at the moment either.

The maneuvering he was going to have to do to jerk the boy off was also going to come back and bite him in the arse tomorrow, and not in a pleasant sort of way too, but Harry wasn't going to come until Eggsy did, which meant it better happen ASAP.

And not surprising, the boy was VERY loud when he came.

Though shortly after that, Harry would be surprised at his own vocal exclamations too.