'Many Happy Returns'
Origin
'Since the 18th century this has been used
as a salutation to offer the hope that a happy
day being marked would recur many more times'
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Chapter One
Eggsy stepped inside Harry's home, hardly knowing what to expect.
When Merlin had informed him and Roxy earlier that evening that tradition allowed them to spend twenty-four hours with their mentor, he assumed it would be an opportunity for further training, or mentoring of some kind and the last thing he was expecting it to be was this.
What 'this' was seemed to be a full-on bonding session, spending legitimate personal time with your mentor as actual people, as actual friends because there was a potential that you could be ripped apart from one another the next day.
Aside from it being the very last thing Eggsy expected from the staunch and strict Kingsman, that is, an encouragement of affection, he found it to be a very, very ill-founded gesture.
Mainly because there was no way on Earth Eggsy wanted to spend hours and hours alone, personally bonding, with Harry Hart.
Harry was, to say the very least, absolutely fucking perfect. He was literally everything you could want in a man: gorgeous, protective, heroic...Eggsy's metaphorical list of all things Galahad went way down.
And Eggsy...Eggsy adored him.
He'd come to that conclusion not too long after Harry had been put into that coma by the asshole professor and his mystical exploding head, that Eggsy himself nearly died when Harry nearly did; that he kicked himself for not realising just how very much this posh, yet somehow other-side-of-the-tracks man meant to him. He figured it was some kind of hero complex, but Harry had picked him out of the dirt and given him everything, literally everything, and Eggsy was in deep, too deep.
And that was why he didn't need this, he didn't need Harry standing aside, graciously allowing him entrance into his beautifully maintained London home, he didn't need Harry smiling pleasantly at him and offering him tea and launching into, frankly incredible, stories of his dashing and downright sexy adventures.
It was when it started to get rather late that Eggsy fell out of his Harry-centric trance and mumbled his way through a sentence.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Harry asked politely across the room, sending him a quizzical look.
"I said, it's gettin' late." Eggsy repeated, a little louder this time, feeling his cheeks tinge red as he spoke. "What...where am I sleepin'?"
"Here." Harry replied simply, as if it were obvious. And that was it, Eggsy was full-on blushing now.
Harry cocked his head to the side as he apprehended him. "My dear boy, you've gone red."
Well, callin' me 'dear boy' ain't helping.
"Just...stayin' here, with you..."
"Is it a problem?" He asked, looking concerned.
Eggsy sighed frustratedly as he stood suddenly, the only reaction Harry gave was narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Eggsy, please tell me what the problem is, if I can..."
"You're the problem!" Eggsy suddenly exploded, months of pent-up, yet embarrassingly one-sided sexual tension bursting from him.
Harry looked at him levelly. "What have I done?"
"You're so..."
"I'm so what?"
"So..." Eggsy struggled to find the right words. "So charmin', charismatic, clever...some other C words I don't wanna say..."
Harry stood, reaching Eggsy's level, looking suddenly very, very concerned.
"Eggsy, are you trying to tell me that you have...feelings for me?"
Eggsy glanced at the ground, feeling his cheeks hotting up for the millionth time that evening. But then there was also something weirdly relieving about the cat finally being out of the bag.
"For a few months now, actually..." He attempted cheekily, peeking up at the agent through his eyelashes.
"Eggsy...I..." Began Harry slowly, sounding honestly lost for words.
Eggsy smiled sadly at him, taking a step back. "You don't have to say anythin'," he assured him, feeling suddenly very guilty. "I...just wanted you to know, considerin' I might not make it tomorrow and we might not see each other again..."
Harry walked around his desk until he was stood in front of Eggsy. Eggsy stood a little straighter but Harry was still taller than him. It was only then, with them both being in such close proximity, that Eggsy began to become hyper-aware that Harry was a man, rather than just a mentor. A strong, built man with a sweet smell wafting from him and a captivating stare staring right at him.
Eggsy felt every reason he wanted Harry justify itself in that moment. He wished he could just do something completely reckless like launch forward and kiss him, push him back against his desk but Harry was still staring at him and Eggsy didn't feel like he was in control.
But there was something close to hesitation in Harry's eyes, the way the sparkling hazel orbs wavered as they regarded him.
"How long have you felt this way?" He finally asked, quietly.
"A few months." Eggsy admitted honestly. "Ever since you got hurt, I realised that I couldn't stand anythin' happenin' to you."
Harry nodded, once, before he was running a hand through his hair.
"This isn't good." He muttered to himself.
"What..." Began Eggsy. "I'm sorry if I ruined..."
"No, Eggsy, you haven't ruined anything." Harry assured him immediately, attempting a small smile. "I...care for you, Eggsy. Very deeply, I always have, ever since we met. Had I known those feelings were reciprocated..."
It was like a gust of air had hit Eggsy like a bulldozer, of all the things he'd ever imagined Harry saying to him when he eventually discovered the truth, that wasn't one of them.
"Reciprocated..." He repeated, feeling vaguely dazed. "I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything." Harry mimicked, almost shyly, and Eggsy couldn't help it, he leaned it.
The pair met in a decidedly gentle kiss, a soft brush of lips. Harry's hand found its way to Eggsy's cheek and stroked. Innocent, pure.
Eggsy found himself sighing contently against the older man until he felt his mouth being opened by Harry's, his tongue being teased by Harry's and suddenly the kiss was very different, but every bit as perfect.
Eggsy sighed louder this time, very nearly moaning as their tongues tangled together, suddenly addicted to the sweet taste of Harry's mouth, the gentle yet insistent press of his lips.
He felt his head go dizzy and his knees go weak and then he was having to clutch at Harry just to keep himself upright before the kiss was over, Harry was pulling away and smiling beautifully at him, hand still very much stroking his cheek and setting fires there.
"I..." Was all Eggsy managed to say.
"As first kisses go," Harry voiced gently, "I think that was pretty brilliant."
"I agree." Eggsy croaked, and Harry laughed softly. Eggsy decided immediately that happy was a good look on Harry, one that he needed to keep.
…
Eggsy already knew that Harry talked like a gentleman, walked like a gentleman and fought like a gentleman so he felt like it shouldn't have come as that much of a surprise to find out that he fucked like a gentleman, too.
Whenever Eggsy had envisioned their first time together, his first time at all, in the late recesses of the night when no one could get to his thoughts, he'd always imagined it to be a 'rough and tumble' kind of affair, in and out, like proper spies.
But here Harry was, gently pushing him onto the plush master bed, climbing on top of him and pressing his body weight against Eggsy's, hands roaming the younger man's body and mouth never leaving his; making Eggsy feel like the most desirable male on the planet in that moment.
They continued to kiss like that for what felt like a long time to Eggsy but in reality was little over a few minutes. His breath caught in his throat as Harry reared back, pulling his black polo over his head and discarding it haphazardly behind him before coming back down to him and pressing a kiss to Eggsy's exposed neck.
Eggsy let out an unexpected moan at the sudden assault on the tender flesh there, hand finding its way to Harry's locks and gripping as he continued with the gentle, feathery kisses along his pulse point.
Harry began to lick along his exposed collarbone and Eggsy groaned, simultaneously letting go of his grip in Harry's hair and letting his hand fall to the bed. Harry continued his pathway down Eggsy's chest until he was relaxed and pliable beneath him.
Harry pulled back, sitting on his ankles and, brushing his escaping fringe from his eyes, grinned down at the near-comatose boy.
Eggsy opened his eyes blearily and glanced up at the Kingsman, he couldn't help just laying there and drinking him in for a moment. Harry Hart really was a glorious creature, as Eggsy had suspected all along. Stripped down to his white shirt, tie discarded somewhere in his office and buttons undone, revealing the battle-toned planes beneath, characteristic glasses still perched on his nose and, crucially, running a hand dangerously through his dishevelled chestnut hair, just grey at the sides. As open and immodest as Eggsy had ever had the privilege to see him.
Eggsy reached a hand out, pressing it against Harry's clothed chest. He didn't particularly know why, he guessed that he was just desperate to touch him in any way he could, to bring him back down to him again.
"You're fucking gorgeous." Eggsy murmured.
Then Harry wasn't grinning anymore, he was staring, hungrily, down at him and suddenly Eggsy felt like more of a meal than a male.
Then Harry was reaching down, leaning his body forward and pressing a soft kiss to Eggsy's forehead.
But as much as Eggsy needed sweet Harry, sweet Harry wasn't what he wanted in that moment. He wanted aggressive Harry, he wanted fucking present Harry. So instead of letting him pull away again, Eggsy curled a hand painfully around the agents' neck, keeping him there, and mashing their mouths together again.
And it was perfect, Harry's tongue slipping into Eggsy's mouth and Eggsy greeting it with his own like they were old friends, but it seemed Harry was only content on obliging him for a few moments before pulling back again, stilling Eggsy's wrist with his hand.
Instead of whining, like he wanted to, Eggsy instead clambered up as far as he could with Harry teetering above him and imprisoning his wrist in his grip. Seemingly realising how hard he was gripping, Harry's hold suddenly went lax and he let Eggsy go.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Nothing." Harry replied, sounding content. "Absolutely nothing. Everything is perfect. But...we don't have to do anything right now. Kissing doesn't have to lead to anything, if you don't want it to."
"Are you protectin' me or somethin'?"
"I just don't want you to feel pressured into anything." Harry replied earnestly, with such care in his expression that it made Eggsy's heart ache. He didn't deserve someone as incredible as Harry caring about him so much.
Eggsy bit his lip, sitting up fully and Harry followed, crossing his legs until he was facing Eggsy, looking at him expectantly.
There was something odd about having Harry give him his full attention, mainly because no one had ever really cared much about what he had to say.
Eggsy found himself embarrassedly looking down, blushing and admitting something he hadn't been planning on admitting that evening.
"I've only ever been with one girl, I've never been with a guy before."
Harry's fingertips were under his chin, easing his face back to his. Eggsy was met with his gentle, sparkling hazel eyes. He attempted a shallow smile.
"You don't have to be embarrassed around me." Harry assured him.
"Yeah but you're probably great in bed," Eggsy mumbled. "Probably have loads of experience..."
"Eggsy, you're a young man. It would be ridiculous of anyone to assume that you know as much as I do, or have done as much as I have."
Eggsy visibly winced. "So then why would you even wanna be with me?"
Harry paused for a moment, hand on his chin faltering for a moment before he finally replied, hesitantly; "I've never had a more attractive offer, than taking your virginity."
"Really?" Eggsy asked, voice quieter than he'd been expecting.
Harry nodded, stroking along his jawline and tilting his head to the side. "I'd love to know that you were mine."
Eggsy blinked. "Harry." He said quickly.
"Yes?" Harry replied expectantly.
It was then that Eggsy realised that he was about to tell Harry that he loved him. No, maybe not that. But maybe something akin to that, he wanted a word to express to Harry how excited he was for their future, and that he was thankful for all the things Harry had done for him, and what it all meant to him but all that he came up with was: "I'm really glad I met you."
"I'm glad I met you as well," Harry replied, giving him a dazzlingly smile. "You could never fathom how much light you've brought into my life."
And that was all Eggsy's poor emotions could take, he closed the space between them and kissed him again, beyond words now.
"I want this," was all he said. "All of it. Please."
And then Harry was kissing him again, capturing his mouth hungrily. Eggsy moaned contentedly, finally back to what he wanted, but then as quickly as the kiss had started, it was over.
Eggsy actually whined this time.
"Are you tryin' to drive me crazy?" Eggsy asked grumpily, watching as Harry settled back down into his previous cross-legged position, straightening his glasses by way of composing himself. The very picture of ease and comfort. If anyone were to walk in at that moment, it would look like they were having a casual discussion about the weather.
"Okay," Harry began, smiling sweetly at him. "Then we have a lot to cover."
Eggsy raised his eyebrow. "What?" He asked, deadpan.
But Harry was unperturbed. "What do you know about gay sex?" He asked evenly.
Eggsy found himself blushing immediately at such a blunt question but he knew he couldn't be weird about this, he wanted Harry to take him seriously, to see him as the mature person he wanted to be seen as. He figured he'd be Kingsman soon, he needed to grow up at some point.
"One guy is the top," he said, "one is the bottom. You need to use lube so no one gets hurt."
Harry nodded, smiling. "Very good, Eggsy."
Eggsy couldn't help it, he laughed, he felt like he was in the middle of one of Harry's etiquette lessons. Harry laughed, too. A gentle, tinkling, happy sound before he spoke again.
"You should also always use a condom, no matter who you're with and no matter what they tell you. To make sure you're safe."
Eggsy nodded seriously before their eyes met.
"I don't want to be with anyone else." He said quietly. Harry stared at him for the longest moment before nodding mutely.
…
Eggsy, now completely nude, stood beside the equally naked Harry at the side of the bed. He felt surprisingly at ease being exposed around Harry, but then he couldn't imagine Harry treating him with anything other than respect.
"Lie back on the bed," Harry instructed quietly, "get yourself comfortable."
Eggsy complied immediately, easing himself down onto the soft bed. As he felt his head hit the plump pillow, he couldn't help feeling a little weary, a little nervous, so instead focused on Harry.
He took a moment to appreciate Galahad's muscular and scarred form, trying to imagine all the daring and adventurous stories behind each one. He inclined his head slightly and noticed a little mark on Harry's inner forearm.
More concentrated inspection revealed the mark to be a tattoo. He raised his eyebrows in surprise at this bit of information, Harry being the last person he expected to be inked. He couldn't clearly see it from where he was laying but it appeared to be a small black marking, surrounding something red in colour that, from this distance at least, resembled a coat of arms of some description.
Eggsy made a mental note to ask Harry about it later, when the pair didn't have so much on their minds, but was distracted when Harry produced a box of condoms and a tube of lubricant and set them down on the bed.
"Can I ask you something?" Eggsy said.
"Of course." Harry replied.
"Are you gay?"
"I am." Harry replied easily, kneeling in front of Eggsy, shifting his body weight until he was kneeling between the younger man's outstretched legs.
Eggsy's next question died in his throat when Harry placed his strong, calloused hands on Eggsy's hips and tugged him gently forward, forcing his legs to fall around Harry's waist.
Eggsy noticed that Harry was already fairly hard, and fairly hung, his cock curving into his stomach.
Eggsy swallowed, worried momentarily about the size of it, and precisely what it would feel like in his very small hole, but his own cock was beginning to fill against his stomach so he reasoned he couldn't be that afraid. Or maybe he was, maybe that was what was doing it for him.
He still felt vulnerable though, open like this, but he knew he could trust Harry. He wouldn't be here, he wouldn't be doing this if he didn't. And trust wasn't exactly something that came easily to Eggsy, what with his upbringing and the months he'd just spent being taught not to trust anyone. So with Harry, now, it felt...special. Real.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked and Eggsy nodded, smiling.
Harry apprehended him for a moment and then he was reaching for the lube, flicking the cap open and pouring some into the palm of his hand. Eggsy watched, interested, as he began to coat his fingers with the substance and then his brain put two and two together and his eyebrows flew up.
"Oh." Was all he said.
Harry smiled shallowly down at him. "They don't really talk about this bit," Harry explained. "If I don't do this...If I don't open you up then it would be extremely painful for you, and I can assure you that I would never allow that to happen."
Eggsy nodded but his breath quickened when Harry trailed his hand between them and pressed his index finger inside of him. Eggsy had braced himself for a painful intrusion and was surprised when that didn't happen, the feeling was weird, but not painful.
Confusion must have spread across his features because Harry chuckled. "How are you feeling?"
"Strange." Eggsy admitted honestly. "But...okay."
It was when Harry was three fingers deep inside of him that his back arched off the bed, and his hands fisted the sheets and he couldn't stop shaking.
"It's okay..." Harry soothed, stroking his other hand comfortingly along his thigh, then trailing his fingers along his stomach before stroking his cock.
The instant, shocking pleasure took Eggsy's mind from the fullness in his ass, the stretch to the delicate, unused skin of his hole and he found himself calming.
"There we go." Harry said gently, moving inside him for another few moments, hand still moving along Eggsy's sensitive member. It was when the feeling deep inside of him was just beginning to get as intense as it had been before that Harry slipped his fingers from Eggsy, leaving him gaping and soaking.
He shivered against the bed but his preoccupation was short-lived when he noticed Harry rolling a condom expertly down onto himself.
Eggsy again felt a stab of inadequacy at just how virginal and inexperienced he was but the feeling dissipated when Harry leant forward and kissed him, effectively closing the space between them while he used one hand to guide his cock through the first ring of semi-loosened muscle of Eggsy's hole.
Eggsy thrashed against the bed beneath him, he couldn't help it. Suddenly Harry's fingers were nothing, it felt like the oxygen was literally being pushed up out of his body.
It took him a while to relax enough to allow Harry fully inside of him, encouraged by Harry's quiet, insistent murmurs and gentle touches. When he was fully sheathed, Eggsy couldn't stop his body from spasming and clenching around him, like it was trying desperately to expel the alien fullness inside him but Eggsy found the stretch addicting.
He was worried he might dribble a bit when Harry shifted inside of him, he'd never felt anything so indescribably good in his life.
"You're so tight," Harry informed him, laughing slightly but his voice was clipped and his forehead furrowed. "It almost hurts."
"Harry," Eggsy moaned brokenly, hand travelling up the expanse of Harry's body, clutching at his shoulder as his other dug into Harry's thigh. Anything to anchor himself as his hips stuttered off the bed, desperate for more but almost cautious of what he was asking for.
After a moment, Harry moved his own hips back, snapping back forward and a noise was ripped from Eggsy's throat. The stretch, the burn was never ending and intense and perfect, and Harry's continuing, small thrusts were slowly killing him until he felt the head of Harry's cock bump against a swollen spot inside of him and he jolted, calling out as his eyes burst open. He thought he heard Harry say something but before he could even acclimatise, Harry hit that spot again. And again. And again until the shaking, uncontrollable pleasure was continuous and Eggsy was beyond processing what was happening to him.
Eggsy unconsciously wrapped his ankles around Harry's waist, using his considerable strength to pull the man in deeper, mewling at the sudden change. Harry's thrusts were suddenly sharper, harder, faster.
"Harry...fuck..." Eggsy choked out. "Shit...fuck...harder...please..."
Harry wasn't expecting Eggsy to even want him to go as hard as he was now, let alone ask for harder. But then again, Eggsy was a tough kid, Harry shouldn't have been surprised that he could take a pounding. Harry braced himself against Eggsy's thighs before he quickened the speed of his thrusts, feeling himself perspire as he did so.
Eggsy wasn't satisfied until the thrusts in and out were brutal, shoving him repeatedly into the bed until he couldn't think anymore, he couldn't speak.
Then Harry was wrapping his hand around his cock and his attention was centred there.
Harry tugged him almost aggressively until Eggsy was coming, no, exploding all over himself. But he didn't have time to relax in the brief pause, let alone even process before Harry's hard thrusts resumed, just as intense as they'd been before.
Eggsy wriggled beneath him, feeling the continued, unerring stimulation to his used prostate gland, the pleasure blurring and becoming unbearable. He could only let out a string of unintelligible moans that turned to quiet screams before he was forcing his hand between them, gripping his spent cock loosely in his fist.
And that was all it took before he was shooting again. Harry stuttered and stilled above him, letting out a strangled whimper and Eggsy knew that he'd come.
Completely and utterly spent, Eggsy couldn't physically breathe. He tried to lift his arms but they were too heavy, he couldn't concentrate on anything but him.
He wished, for one mad second, that Harry could stay inside him forever but, regrettably, he pulled out and collapsed down next to him, breathing heavily.
"Fuck me." Was all Eggsy said.
"Just did." Harry replied breathlessly, and Eggsy rolled his eyes as he rolled himself, leaning on his elbow and staring at the beautifully dishevelled man next to him.
"I don't know what the fuck just happened," Eggsy finally said, "but it was fuckin' incredible. I...I don't know what to say."
Harry smiled slightly, reaching a hand up and stroking along Eggsy's arm. "You don't have to say anything." He murmured. "Just come here."
Eggsy didn't need to be told twice, he settled immediately next to Harry, cuddling against him and sighing to himself. He liked holding Harry, he liked feeling the warmth sparking beneath his fingertips.
"Eggsy..." Harry began quietly after several long moments of comfortable, post-coital silence.
"Mmm?" Eggsy replied.
"Whatever happens tomorrow, I want you to know that I'm always going to be there for you. I promise you'll never lose me."
Eggsy felt a weight he hadn't realised was there lift. He had been worried, deep down, that if he didn't become Lancelot then a job opportunity wasn't the only thing he'd be losing.
But now...he couldn't imagine being apart from Harry.
He'd found something good here, something important. Harry was a good man, and he was his.
He fell asleep on that thought. Absolutely contented.