Chapter Three

Eggsy grinned as he saw the dark-haired Welshman sat alone at one of the tables with two pints in front of him.

"Alright, bruv?" Eggsy said, walking up to him and extending a hand.

"Hey, Eggsy!" Chris greeted, grin on his face, as he grasped Eggsy's hand. "Have a pew, man, God. Feels like an age."

"Yeah, tell me about it." Eggsy agreed, sitting opposite. "Cheers." He said, inclining his head to the drink Chris pushed in front of him.

"Aw, no worries, man. So, how have you been, ticking on?"

"Yeah," Eggsy nodded, "yeah, things are pretty good. You?"

"Not bad, yeah. Whole move's been a bit stressful, mind..."

"Yeah." Eggsy began. "How comes you're suddenly in London?" He asked.

Chris merely shrugged. "Dunno. Just wanted a change of scene, you know. We're still young, we can spread our wings a bit, eh?" He chuckled.

Eggsy laughed along with him but was unsure why he was using a plural pronoun, considering Eggsy hadn't gone anywhere or changed anything.

"Well, I'm glad to have you here, mate." He said cheerily. "Everyone at the barracks are well friendly, you'll get on great, although there is this one dick..."

"Yeah, can't wait to start." Chris said, sounding sincere as he took a sip of beer. "I'm a bit lonely at the minute, I don't really know anyone."

Eggsy nodded and an idea presented itself quite neatly to him.

"Well, hey, listen, I'm inviting a whole bunch of my friends to my engagement party next week, why don't you come? I can introduce you to people?"

Eggsy expected a 'thank you' or at least a smile and was unprepared for the look of shock Chris inexplicably gave him.

"What?" He asked, suddenly a little worried.

"You're getting married?" He asked disbelievingly.

"Oh," Eggsy said, grinning in realisation. "Yeah, yeah. I am." He knew he needed to stop smiling, but something about his upcoming nuptials just seemed to put him in a permanent good mood.

"Wow," Chris said, leaning back in his seat and looking baffled. "Don't you think you're a bit young?"

"No," Eggsy said immediately, "I'm 26 in a few weeks, that ain't young."

Chris nodded for a moment and then his expression cleared and he was leaning across the table and shaking Eggsy's hand. "Congrats, dude. You mentioned a girlfriend but I never thought..."

"Chris, wait, wait, wait." Eggsy said immediately, good mood suddenly eradicated. He felt his stomach dip because he was having to go through this again, but forced himself to keep Chris' gaze. "Look, I'm...gay."

Chris stared at him mutely for a long moment and Eggsy actually began to worry until the marine slowly nodded. "Okay. Cool." His face broke into a casual smile and Eggsy felt himself deflate suddenly.

"Oh, okay, great. I'm...er...relieved."

Chris chuckled as he leant back in his seat. "It's the 21st century, man." He said pointedly.

Eggsy raised an eyebrow, remembering a few choice incidents in his life that he'd rather forget. "Oh, you'd be surprised."

…

"Uh, I look as bad as I feel." Eggsy admitted in a low voice as Harry placed a mug of coffee in front of him.

"You don't taste too great, either." Harry commented absent-mindedly, grin in his voice as he leant against the sink and crossed his arms loosely.

"Ha ha." Eggsy said dryly, running a hand through his hair.

"Well, that's what you get for getting drunk. Hangovers aren't the most amazing times of our lives."

"I didn't get drunk," Eggsy replied hotly, "I just had a few drinks with a mate."

Harry smiled as he crossed the space between them and placed a kiss to Eggsy's forehead. "I'm glad you had fun," he said, "with someone your own age for once. It makes up for the evening we're about to have."

"You can have fun with people that aren't your age," Eggsy pointed out, grinning, before his face fell. "But you're right. Can we fake our deaths and get out of it?"

"No." Harry said, sounding glum. "For two reasons, in fact. The first being that it's our engagement party, people would notice if we weren't there."

"And two, that it's bad to fake your own death?" Eggsy asked.

"No, because with our track record, people will probably believe it." Harry murmured.

"Actually, neither of us have nearly died in the past few weeks, that's an accomplishment."

"Don't jinx it," Harry commented lightly.

Eggsy smiled down at his coffee.

…

Harry smiled gently across to the love of his life as he reached his hands out and straightened his tie.

"These things are impossible." Eggsy muttered, scowling, but it only served to make him more endearing.

"But so worth it." Harry remarked, turning Eggsy around until he could see himself in the mirror. Eggsy took in the dark suit he was wearing, cut and formal, matching the exact shade of the angular black frames perched on his nose. He saw Harry stood behind him, wearing his own classic tortoiseshell glasses and smiling beautifully at him.

"It's not a bad picture." He said.

Harry laughed gently before he turned Eggsy back to him and kissed him. Eggsy opened his mouth readily, accepting Harry's tongue with a sigh. Eggsy's hand found Harry's neck and he lifted himself onto his toes to deepen the kiss, push further into Harry's mouth, moaning blearily as the optician nipped at his bottom lip affectionately.

Eggsy was breathing heavily by the time he'd pulled away, he stared up at Harry, his fringe had fallen into his darkened eyes and Eggsy smiled as he gently leant his forehead against his.

"Nothing is ever going to come between us." Eggsy whispered against Harry's skin. "We're never gonna be apart."

Harry pressed a gentle kiss to his nose before his hand snaked into Eggsy's and he was pulling him towards the door.

They met Michelle at the entrance to the Hart Estate and she smiled widely as she saw them. "Oh, look at my two boys." She practically cooed, hugging Eggsy before pressing a kiss to Harry's cheek. "So handsome."

"Not bad yourself, mum." Eggsy said, taking in her black cocktail dress and pinned-back hair. "You look amazing."

"Thank you, sweetheart." She said, smiling sheepishly. "Roxy already went inside, I said I'd wait."

As the three walked through the entrance, Michelle hooked an arm around her son and looked at Harry.

"So what are you going to do with this place when you inherit it?" She said conversationally.

Harry winced slightly, and Eggsy knew because such an event could be happening sooner rather than later, but he quickly covered it and smiled genially at Michelle.

"I'm not sure." He admitted honestly. "I never wanted to live here, it's far too big. I never spent that much time here when I was younger, I was always training over seas and whatnot...but I suppose now it's a decision that's partially down to Eggsy."

"What?" Eggsy blurted out, fixing the optician with a wide-eyed stare. "What's it got to do with me?"

"You'll be my husband." Harry conceded, smirking fondly at him. "Legally, whatever is mine shall be yours. If you wanted to stay here, I'd have little objection."

"I don't." Eggsy said quickly, before he continued; "I'm never gonna see this as anything other than your parents' house."

"No, neither shall I."

"Still nice thing to offer, though." Michelle voiced. "I'll have it if you don't want it."

Harry laughed as he turned the three of them into the ballroom, decorated lavishly in silvers and baby pinks, such a contrast from the usual deep red of the room.

It was a surreal experience for Eggsy, seeing his friends at the Hart Estate mingling with the prim and proper of English society.

He immediately spotted Sam stood by a man he assumed would be her husband and stood a little to the side were Roxy and Merlin, seemingly chatting amongst themselves.

Eggsy cocked his head to the side as his eyes narrowed. "Since when are they mates?"

He asked.

Harry shrugged. "I don't know. They are the best man and maid of honour, a degree of working together is involved."

Eggsy's head swivelled to him. "You asked Merlin?" He asked.

"Yes." Harry nodded. "I was going to tell you, tonight, in fact. When we were all together. I hope it's alright."

Eggsy rolled his eyes as he slotted one hand around Harry's waist. "Of course it is, I had no idea you guys were such good mates, is all."

"We served together." Harry replied conversationally.

"Seriously?"

"Oh yes, Merlin wasn't a field soldier, he was always technical support but we've been friends for many years."

"Huh," Eggsy commented, nudging his fiancé. "You're just full of surprises."

Harry laughed and was about to kiss him when suddenly a figure was walking swiftly over to them.

"Darlings!" Catherine said joyously, smile plastered across her face and extending her arms out. "Michelle, how are you? You look incredible!"

"Oh, thank you." Michelle said, a little surprised by such a warm welcome considering that she and Catherine had only met the once, and that being the fatal Christmas day her boyfriend had stabbed her son.

Still, it seemed as though water was under the bridge when Catherine pulled Michelle into a tight hug and then turned to Harry and Eggsy.

"What are you two doing, hiding in the corner?" She asked, hands on hips. "Come along, come along..."

Harry rolled his eyes as he allowed his mother to pull him through the crowd before grabbing Eggsy by the arm until they looked like one strange conga line leading to the head of the room.

"If I could have everyone's attentions!" Catherine called out, Eggsy felt his cheeks tinge red at the sudden attention and turned to Harry to see him blushing as well.

The pair shared a despairing look as the crowd of onlookers turned to them. Eggsy immediately noticed the eyes of a few people he'd gone to secondary school with narrow on him and looked away.

"I don't mean to interrupt everyone's good time," Catherine said, smiling, "but I would like to raise a toast to the happy couple." She turned to them, fixing them with a warm smile. "Never before have I seen two people so destined for each other, and never two as happy. This wedding has shed such light on such dark times and I am grateful, and offer nothing but love and joy to the pair of you. To Harry and Eggsy."

"Harry and Eggsy!" The crowd chorused and Eggsy feared he might actually melt from how hot his cheeks were. Harry immediately slid an arm around his waist, Eggsy gave a quick smile to the crowd of people that were beginning to turn away before he happily allowed himself to be dragged away towards where Roxy, Merlin and Michelle stood, chatting to a group of women.

"Hey, sexy." Roxy said as they approached, grinning hugely at Eggsy as she pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Looking good!"

"Hey sexy." Merlin mimicked, dead pan, turning to Harry who sent a dry look back.

"She's right, though." Roxy said, arm wrapping around Eggsy. "You two were made for each other."

"I know." Eggsy said gently, nudging Harry affectionately in the side.

"It's such a shame, isn't it?"

The pair turned to the woman who had spoken, Eggsy didn't recognise her so obviously she was someone Harry knew, or Harry's parents knew, more than likely.

"What's a shame?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"That you two have such an age gap," she said, speaking as if it were obvious. "I just can't see such a thing lasting full term, that's all. You'll have too little in common."

Eggsy tried to hide his exasperated eye roll behind his champagne glass but Harry seemed as calm as ever.

"Yes, yes." He nodded in agreement. "Tell me, Jennifer, how is that divorce going?"

Eggsy spluttered as he choked on the champagne in his mouth and had to turn his face into Harry's shoulder to hide the subsequent snigger.

As he turned his head, he noticed Chris stood at the entrance, looking wearily around himself and palming his smart trousers. Eggsy pressed a quick kiss to Harry's cheek.

"Be right back." He whispered against his cheek.

Harry nodded absent-mindedly as he felt Eggsy leave his side before he turned slightly, seeing his fiancé bounding up to an attractive young man who smiled hugely as he approached.

He immediately deduced that this must have been the friend, Chris, who'd recently moved into the city. Still, he couldn't help but feel something akin to inadequacy as he looked over the pair of them talking. Chris looked exactly like the kind of person Eggsy would have been marrying had he not fallen for Harry first.

Comforted at the thought that Eggsy had in fact, fallen for him first, Harry turned back to Roxy and Merlin.

Eggsy smiled as he walked up to Chris.

"Hey, man, glad you could make it."

"Yeah," Chris said in response, slight tremor in his voice as he spoke. "This...this place is..."

"Incredible?" Eggsy supplied, chuckling, as he looked around himself. "Yeah, I know."

"Don't that guy live here?" Chris asked, voice suddenly low as if he was afraid he'd be overheard. Eggsy couldn't help but be reminded of himself the first time Harry had brought him here. "That philanthropist? Telephone founder."

"Yeah," Eggsy nodded, swallowing around the lump in his throat. "He's a little sick though, he's Harry's dad."

"Oh, 'Harry'?" Chris grinned. "That your 'fiancé?'"

Eggsy nodded. "Wanna come say hello?" He inclined his head behind himself to where Harry was stood with Roxy and his mother, not to mention the gaggle of women who'd so graciously insulted them.

Chris looked over his shoulder before his face fell slightly. "Is...that your boyfriend?"

Eggsy turned his head to where Chris was looking, seeing Harry laughing with Merlin, one hand holding a glass of champagne while the other raked through his chestnut hair. Eggsy couldn't help but feel a little ball of pride glow in his stomach as he turned back to Chris.

"Yeah, that's him."

"But he's old."

Eggsy frowned heavily.

"I don't need anymore of that shit tonight, he's twice my age. Shockingly, I've come to terms with that."

Chris looked momentarily speechless and Eggsy immediately regretted inviting him. He was getting tired of having to justify his lifestyle to everyone he met, he didn't understand why people couldn't just mind their own business.

"Is it like a money thing?"

"What?" Eggsy asked incredulously, voice a little louder than he had been intending. He sighed. "It's not a money thing, we've been together for over a year now, I love him, he loves me, we're getting married. End of story."

"Okay, man." Chris said, holding his hands up as if surrendering. "Just doesn't seem like you, you're so normal. How do you deal with having such a posh boyfriend?"

"What...do you mean?" Eggsy asked slowly, thrown. "There's nothing to...deal with."

"Yeah but it must be weird, him being all rich and everything when you're not."

Eggsy opened his mouth to reply but found nothing came out.

Chris grinned. "Maybe I had you wrong, maybe you're a closet rich boy."

"I'm not!" Eggsy replied defensively, cheeks going red. "I'm not. I'm just cannon fodder."

"Do cannon fodder boys wear glasses?" Chris joked, tongue in cheek. "Come on, let's go say hi to your friends, bookworm."

Chris swerved around him and walked towards Harry and Roxy and Eggsy quickly plucked his glasses from his face and held them in his hand and watched as the room went vaguely blurry before following hot on his heel.

"Hey, everyone." He said, trying to sound cheerier than he felt as he clutched his black, angular frames in his grip. "This is Chris."

"Oh, yeah, Eggsy said..." Began Roxy as Eggsy turned his head away.

He didn't know what was happening to him, he was suddenly extremely, incredibly uncomfortable. He felt too hot in his suit, his hands were clammy, he couldn't see anything. Because Chris was right, he'd become a part of this world now, and that meant that he was distanced from his old world, from everything he'd been before. When Eggsy married Harry, he'd be a rich boy.

Harry immediately noticed the way Eggsy seemed to tense next to him and tried to send a reassuring look his way but Eggsy wasn't looking.

Harry sent a sideways glance to Chris, who was far too busy chatting up Michelle to notice Eggsy's turmoil and immediately wondered what he'd said to him.

Harry curled a hand around Eggsy's waist from behind and Eggsy let out a startled sound as he was unexpectedly led across the room.

"Harry...what...?" But he couldn't get another word out before Harry had led him out of the ballroom and into the lobby at the bottom of the staircase. Harry immediately rounded on him but Eggsy had to squint slightly to get the man into focus.

Harry seemingly noticed this and frowned.

"Why aren't you wearing your glasses?" He asked, concern evident in his voice.

Eggsy sighed as his eyes hit the floor, feeling suddenly embarrassed.

"Chris made fun of it." He mumbled, cheeks brightening as he realised how much of a child he sounded like in that moment.

Harry was silent for a long moment, before he reached down and plucked Eggsy's glasses from his grip.

"What do we say about self-deprecating comments?" He said gently, sliding Eggsy's glasses onto the bridge of his nose.

Harry instantly came into focus and Eggsy could sharply see the comforting smile on his lips and breathed out as he stared at him and felt his anxieties melt away. It didn't matter if he were rich or poor, cannon fodder or top dog, all that mattered was Harry smiling at him the way he was now. His world was wherever Harry was.

Eggsy surged forward and kissed him, hard and desperate, and Harry instantly wrapped his arms around him, silently affirming that, whatever had happened, everything was okay.

…

Eggsy was awoken by the soft spray of the shower coming from the en suite. He rubbed his eyes as he flopped back onto the bed, noticing his glasses perched beside Harry's on the bedside cabinet.

The memories from the engagement party came flooding back to him and he groaned, feeling guilty about his mad meltdown.

He hadn't spoken to Chris for the rest of the night, quietly pissed at him for making him feel that way even though he knew he'd over-reacted.

He remembered that woman, Jennifer, chatting shit about them having too little in common to work and couldn't comprehend what everyone was going on about. Chris had embarrassed him like hell and hadn't Harry, the one who was too old and too rich for him, been the one to make him feel better, to assure him he was perfect the way he was, to instantly figure out that something had upset him when no one else was paying attention.

Eggsy glanced over to the en suite and was overcome with the urge to be with Harry so he quickly jumped out of the bed, stripping from his clothes before he walked into the bathroom.

He grinned to himself as he slid the shower screen door open and slipped inside.

Harry, to his credit, didn't even flinch.

"Good morning." He said, turning to Eggsy and placing a wet kiss on his lips.

Eggsy shivered as the spray warmed his chilled skin, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck as the older man pulled him under the water.

Eggsy loved to see Harry like this, open and exposed, hair wet and sticking out, smiling gently down at him.

"Thought I'd join you." He found himself muttering.

"I'm not complaining." Harry replied, hand finding its way to the small of Eggsy's back.

Eggsy gasped as he was suddenly pulled flush against the line of Harry's dripping body.

"I was thinking..." He suddenly blurted out, not quite sure why he was saying it, "you know, we get a lot of shit from people saying we shouldn't be together and everything but...I can't wait to be married to you, you know that, right?"

The smile Harry gave him almost made him lose his footing and slip, it was so bashful and sincere; so full of love.

"I know." He said quietly. "It's incredible to hear, though. I can't wait until you're married to me, either. Then you definitely can't escape."

Eggsy laughed earnestly as he kissed Harry again. "It is gonna be weird being married, though." He pointed out truthfully.

"How so?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow before he pressed a kiss to Eggsy's jawline.

"You always hear myths about it, don't you?" Eggsy expanded, "they say that, umm..." Eggsy could feel Harry's soft lips ghosting along his pulse point, coupled with the steam around them from the running shower, Eggsy suddenly found it hard to breathe.

"They say?" Harry prompted, grinning devilishly at him, acutely aware of what he was doing to the younger man.

"Well, they say the sex is never as good." Eggsy said cheekily. "Do you reckon that's true?"

"Absolutely." Harry said, serious look on his face. "That's why we should get our fill now."

Eggsy gasped as the pad of Harry's finger brushed against his sensitive entrance, staring, wide-eyed, at the older man as he pressed it inside of him, the water acting as a makeshift lubricant. It burned but it wasn't unbearable.

"Jesus." Eggsy shuddered, one hand clawing into Harry's skin as the optician pushed his thick digit knuckle-deep into him, stretching him deliciously as his legs wobbled beneath him.

"I don't..." Eggsy tried, squeezing his eyes closed as Harry moved his hand, slotting another finger easily into him; the burn intensifying to the point of pain but absolutely perfect at the same time. "I don't know where this new-found confidence of yours has come from...but I like it."

Harry chuckled as his other hand cupped Eggsy's chin, bringing his face to his until they met in a gentle kiss.

"If I've learnt anything lately," Harry began, "it's that you never know how much time you have, and you should never waste a single second. I don't plan to waste a single second with you." And with that, he crooked his fingers inside of Eggsy and the younger man collapsed against him, moaning wantonly and bracing against Harry as he moved his fingers again, gently massaging his prostate until Eggsy was nothing more than a quivering mess in his arms. Eggsy wished he could wrap a hand around himself, wank himself in time with Harry's ministrations, he knew he'd barely last five seconds like that, but he was far too busy clinging on for dear life to move his hands from Harry's muscular shoulders.

The hand at his chin circled its way around his back and Eggsy was being held firm by a strong hand, pressed against the hard line of Harry's body.

"Eggsy," came Harry's rugged voice. "Touch yourself, I know you want to."

Eggsy couldn't form a coherent thought, he mindlessly wrapped a hand around himself – shivering at the slick slide of warm water over his tender skin – and it only took a few sharp tugs before he was crying out and coming all over himself.

He breathed heavily as he felt Harry slip his fingers from him and wrap an arm around his shoulder blades, pulling him into a hug.

"Sorry," Harry muttered against him, but there was a grin in his voice. "You probably just wanted to shower."

Eggsy pulled back from Harry and raised an eyebrow before dropping immediately to his knees.

"Eggsy...I...oh!" Harry gasped as he felt the warmth of Eggsy's wet mouth wrap around him, swallowing his cock and spasming as his head dipped into the back of his throat. "Oh, Jesus, Eggsy!" Harry breathed out, hips unconsciously canting forward into the suction, nearly collapsing as Eggsy hummed happily around him, the vibrations shooting down his dick and through his body.

He felt Eggsy's hands on his thighs, his fingernails digging into the muscles there and tossed his head back, receiving a face of warm water from the spray.

Harry convulsed as Eggsy pulled back, tongue flat against his head and then he was coming, hard.

Harry's eyes widened as he looked down on his lover, grinning up at him with that cheeky grin of his and a dollop of come on his cheek, dribbling over his swollen lips.

It was the hottest thing Harry had ever seen but he still felt embarrassment tug at his insides.

"God...Eggsy, I'm sorry..."

Eggsy shook his head at him as he smiled. "We're in a shower." He pointed out.

Harry pursed his lips for a moment.

"Then let me help you." He said, pulling Eggsy to his feet.

…

Eggsy awoke and reached blindly across the bed for Harry but was met with a handful of vaguely cool bedsheets.

Eggsy rubbed his eyes and sighed to himself. Harry had probably already gone to work, he started earlier than Eggsy had to be at the barracks.

He opened his eyes, sat up and frowned.

On Harry's bedside table was a delicately wrapped bouquet of yellow tulips. Eggsy's eyes narrowed as he shifted across the bed, noticing the note at the side of the bouquet.

He picked the flowers up gently, admiring the delicate beauty of them for a moment, before he turned the card over.

Happy Birthday xx

Eggsy tried to conceal the smile that was threatening to break out across his face while at the same time was internally admonishing his ridiculously romantic boyfriend for such a move.

He carefully placed the flowers back down, fearing for their safety, before he took the note and opened it, greeted immediately by Harry's neat, slanted handwriting.

Happy birthday, darling, one of my favourite days, meet me this evening, 7pm the Grosvenor, love you, Harry xx

Eggsy reread the note a couple of times before he shook his head to himself. The Grosvenor was the posh restaurant Harry had taken him to on their first date, although he'd been a little more nervous then than he was now.

His day went without incident. He was presented with birthday cards and well-wishes from his fellow marines but made a pointed effort to avoid Chris. The pair hadn't spoken since the engagement party and Eggsy didn't particularly want to speak to him after what he'd said, and how he'd made him feel.

When Eggsy arrived at his flat later that evening, he made quick work of showering before he searched through his wardrobe, grinning as he pulled out the navy suit he'd worn on their first date, thinking that two could play at that game.

He quickly changed and plucked his glasses from the side, slipping them on his nose before admiring himself in his bedroom mirror.

He laughed at himself as he considered the fact that he'd actually been embarrassed by his glasses at his own engagement, he loved wearing glasses, he liked the way he looked in them. He liked the way Harry liked the way he looked in them.

He shook his head to himself as he grabbed his keys from the side and closed the door behind him.

The deja vu was coming in spades when the maître d showed him to his table. Eggsy was greeted with the deep red furnishings and smartly dressed people and smiled hugely when he saw Harry notice him from across the room, standing immediately at a table with two tall, lit candles and a single rose laid across his empty plate.

Eggsy had meant to make some quip to Harry about the nostalgia he was feeling, he'd wished he could recall what he'd said the first time but now he was genuinely afraid that he was going to cry.

Harry smiled softly at him as he joined him.

"Hello." Was all Eggsy managed to say.

"Hello." Harry replied, smiling hugely. "You look great."

Eggsy smiled bashfully as he shook his head at Harry, aware of the onlookers from other tables but far from caring.

"I'm...err... I feel like I've been here before." He said, voice surprisingly thick.

"Please, take a seat." Harry said gently.

Eggsy sat and watched as Harry joined him a fraction of a second later, only sitting once he had; a true gentleman.

"I was thinking about what you were saying the other day." Harry admitted honestly, pushing his glasses up his nose. "About people and their opinions of us, and I thought it might be nice to take you back to the start. How we met, the feelings you had for me the first night we spent together. I remember, distinctly, in fact..." A sudden blush spread across Harry's cheeks and he glanced down.

"What?" Eggsy asked.

"I was so worried," Harry finally conceded, sounding embarrassed. "You know I was, that I was too old for you and it would never work etcetera...and you, uh..." His hand suddenly flexed on the table and Eggsy understood what he was talking about. He remembered sliding his hand across the table and covering Harry's, smiling up at him and Harry had looked so surprised and the memory warmed Eggsy's heart.

Eggsy slid his hand across the table and took Harry's, shaking his head as the memories of their first night came swarming back to him. All the worry, all the awkwardness.

"I fell in love with you so quickly," Eggsy commented, "I don't even remember doing it. Hell, it might have been the first time you kissed me."

He felt himself blush this time and glanced down before he forced his face back up to Harry's and instead of the nervous attraction he'd felt the first time he'd sat there, he was met with the eyes he knew, the expression he'd come to know as well as his own but those feelings seemed suddenly amplified by comparison.

"I can't believe you did all this." He managed, a little overwhelmed by all the effort Harry had gone to. "You don't need to treat me this way."

"Of course I do." Harry replied immediately. "Someone needs to. You're so selfless, Eggsy, so effortless caring, you deserve to be looked after." Harry suddenly grinned. "You're more of a gentleman than I could ever be."

Eggsy was touched but shook his head anyway. "That's ridiculous."

"It's not ridiculous." Harry assured him, tilting his head to the side in that way of his. "I've all the learned qualities of a refined gentleman, but I'm rough around the edges. I always have been, I always will be. But you're soft and smooth all the way through, like a marshmallow."

"Oh my God." Eggsy laughed, delighted. "'Marshmallow', okay, that's my new favourite thing."

"I want to give you the whole world." Harry told him sincerely, and Eggsy found himself sobering.

"You have given me the whole world." Eggsy said, tightening the grip of their hands.

…

Harry stood aside as he opened the front door to his home, bowing ever so slightly.

"After you, sir." He said.

Eggsy rolled his eyes as he walked into Harry's house, dumping his coat onto the couch and swivelling when he heard Harry coming up behind him.

"Thank you for tonight," he said earnestly, "it was an incredible birthday."

"The pleasure was all mine." Harry replied coyly, circling his arm around the younger man's waist and pulling him against him. Eggsy sighed as they met in a warm, gentle kiss.

"This evening is all about you." Harry whispered against his skin when he pulled away. "And about what you want."

Eggsy stared up at Harry, overcome with gratitude at everything he'd done for him, for everything he'd ever done for him, really, and was also overcome with the urge to give him everything, to make him feel as incredible and amazing as he made Eggsy feel on a daily basis.

He bit his lip.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"I want to top." Eggsy blurted out, wincing at the look of surprise that blossomed across Harry's face.

"Oh." Was all he said.

"Have you ever bottomed for anyone before?" Eggsy asked sheepishly.

Harry swallowed, hands tightening ever so slightly on Eggsy's back.

"A couple of times." He admitted honestly. "For my first boyfriend, back in the army. I didn't really enjoy it all that much though, so I never did it again."

The expression on Harry's face was almost pained and it broke Eggsy's heart. He tried to imagine it for a moment, the fear the two of them must have felt at being together in the British Army in the 80s that would only have been justified by the intimacy they had that was ruined because whoever Harry had been sleeping with was a useless lover.

It really struck Eggsy how young and naive Harry could be. It was easy to convince himself that Harry was older and wiser and knew everything but the truth was that he wasn't, and he didn't. There were things he was learning about life from being with Eggsy, and Eggsy had as much to teach as he had to learn.

He merely smiled sadly as he framed Harry's face with his hands, fingertips teasing the rims of his tortoiseshell glasses.

"You must see how intense and amazing it can be from watching what you do to me." He smiled gently up at him, suddenly not feeling as nervous anymore. "I want to give you that feeling, that feeling of being whole and complete."

"I'll give you whatever you want." Harry replied.

Eggsy leant in and kissed him quickly before pulling back.

"I want you to be sure." He began. "I only want you to agree if you feel safe."

Harry smiled shallowly down at him, amazed at just how perfectly selfless and caring Eggsy was. "Of course I feel safe with you," he assured him, "I know you'd never hurt me."

…

Their lips moved almost languidly against each other, tongues sliding together in perfect synchronicity.

Harry shifted on the bed, shivering at the feeling of the cool bedsheets against his naked skin, when he felt Eggsy's hand teasing through his hair.

Trying not to break the connection, Harry shifted again until he was able to swing a leg over Eggsy's naked waist, shivering at the skin on skin contact.

Eggsy surprised him by pulling back and staring intently in his eyes, like he was searching for the answer to a question he hadn't even asked yet.

"Do you want me to use a condom?" Eggsy asked gently, fingers still teasing through Harry's chestnut locks.

Harry deliberated for a moment, wondering crazy bizarre things like pain and ease of access until he looked at Eggsy staring expectantly at him and found himself shaking his head.

"No. It's okay."

Eggsy nodded mutely and then they were kissing again as Eggsy's hand found its way past Harry's hip bone, then he was easing a slick finger inside of him.

Eggsy was struck by the feelings of power he got from feeling Harry's hot heat surrounding him, and the feelings of hunger he felt when Harry gasped and twitched around him.

Eggsy used his other hand to softly stroke Harry's half-hard member, murmuring encouragements to him as he slipped another finger inside, watching, captivated, as Harry's muscles quivered and coiled.

"It shouldn't be so bad for you." He tried to joke as he pushed gently deeper inside of him and received a soft moan in response. "I'm not as big as you are."

"I'm nervous." Harry admitted in a shaky voice.

"It's okay," Eggsy assured him, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck. "I've got you."

He continued peppering kisses along Harry's pulse point as he let his fingers slide free and wrap around his own cock, hard as steel from what they were doing.

"Move your hips back." Eggsy instructed quietly and it took Harry a moment to respond before he eased himself up onto his knees, leaning his hips back as Eggsy guided his cock to his entrance.

The pair's eyes met as Eggsy inched inside of him.

Harry gasped immediately, jolting when Eggsy pressed up into him, eyes slamming shut at the burn to the stretched skin of his hole.

Eggsy's eyes rolled back into his head as he felt himself fluttering, feeling like his cock was going to drop off or burn to a crisp inside of him but wanting that to happen at the same time.

"How the hell don't you pass out from this?" He asked quietly, thighs shaking against the bed. "Like a constant...intense, pulsing heat around you..."

"You get used to it." Harry panted, muscles quivering beneath his skin. "How do you get used to it...the stretch...so deep you think it'll go on forever, but you want it too. Painful but amazing and...God." He choked.

"You get used to it." Eggsy laughed shakily.

And then the pair were kissing, hard, lips clashing together and hands tugging in each other's hair. Eggsy tired desperately in his addled mind to recall anything Harry had ever done to him, anything to move away from this constant, overwhelming, suffocating heat.

He fucked slowly up into him, causing the older man to shudder. Encouraged, Eggsy tried the same tactic but a little harder this time, not only was he concerned with Harry's pleasure but he was suddenly terrified of hurting him. Harry, however, shuddered and convulsed at the harder thrust and Eggsy was almost proud, recognising prostate stimulation when he saw it. Feeling it from the other end though was...off-worldly.

Eggsy continued his movements, immediately finding that the tight, continuous slide over his sensitive dick made his thrusts shallow when he wanted them to be hard and unforgiving and he didn't think he could...fuck, being a top was fucking hard.

"Oh, Jesus." Harry suddenly called out, grabbing Eggsy's attention. "It's like...I don't know...pressure...I can't..."

"I know." Eggsy said, hearing his own voice wobble as he wrapped a hand around Harry's cock, hard and jerking against him until Harry was calling out and shooting across himself.

Eggsy jerked uncontrollably as the tight heat destroying him suddenly increased tenfold and it felt like the come was literally being wringed from him until he had no more to give.

He felt Harry's dead weight against him and allowed it to drag him backwards onto the bed, not bothering to move as Harry shifted against him slightly.

"I can't believe that's what it feels like, someone coming in you..." He observed, soundly oddly dazed. "It's like...indescribable."

Eggsy shook his head as he felt his world come slowly back to him, piece by piece.

"I thought you were missing out," he admitted honestly, "fucking me, I mean. But you weren't, it's incredible. It's indescribable."

"Being the bottom is pretty incredible, too." Harry admitted, rolling onto his front and catching Eggsy's gaze, his eyes were glassy and his expression fragile. "I had no idea it could be that way. I always assumed it was so great for you because you were so receptive but...I was wrong."

"You've never been so loud." Eggsy observed quietly, stroking along Harry's skin with the back of his hand as he took in his words. Barely a second passed before he found himself clambering onto Harry's waist.

"Eggsy?" Harry asked, eyes widening and sounding mildly shocked at his sudden energy-burst.

"Fuck me." Eggsy said desperately, eyes alight and pleading.

"Seriously?" Harry asked disbelievingly, but Eggsy didn't bother with explanations, he merely nodded his head erratically.

"It's my night, remember?" He prompted. "Please."

Harry stared at him for the longest moment before he sat up and wrapped his arms around Eggsy; Eggsy sighed.