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“One, two, three, an’ here we go!”

Daisy squeals when Eggsy starts them down the slide, her tiny fingers digging into the arm he’s got braced across her front. They whip down to the bottom and Eggsy hops up, swooping his sister into his arms and landing on his feet. He gets a loud, bright noise for all his efforts, before Daisy breaks down into another peal of giggles.

“’gain, ‘gain!” She chimes and Eggsy laughs, a little breathless.

“How ‘bout we go on the swing’s a bit first, yeah?” He bends down to place her tiny feet on the ground, taking her hand on instinct when she reaches up to him on tiptoe. “Give your big bruv a rest.”

“Swing.” Daisy seems happy enough with the change in plans. She takes off at a clumsy sprint, her feet coming out from under her more than once. Eggsy fights not to cuss each time she tips over and scrambles to keep her upright. Not that falling flat on her face would slow Daisy down much. She’s never been one to let scrapes and bruises get in the way of her play. Only now that she’s so mobile he just knows that her inherent lack of coordination is going to lead to rougher spills. There are times when being her big bruv is nerve-wracking; she’s so fearless, headstrong even as a toddler. Eggsy can’t help but feel bad for his poor mum, who essentially dealt with raising his arse alone.

“Dais’, luv. Easy now-”

She comes to a sudden stop, her attention drawn to something off to the side.

“rry! –rry!”

Eggsy just about trips over her tiny frame, barely catching his footing before he bowls her right over. “Dais- honestly! Give’n your big bruv a heart attack.” She’s not paying attention, tugging at his grasp and trying desperately to tear off to his side. “Oi, wut in the blazes-”

She manages to worm her way free and dashes off. The noise she makes is light and happy, but Eggy feels the sharp edge of panic well up in his chest.

“Daisy-!”

“I have her-”

Eggsy jolts so hard at that smooth, familiar voice that he loses his footing, just about landing flat on his ass. The recovery isn’t smooth, but he manages to stay on his feet. “Harry!?”

The man’s already got Daisy scooped up in his grasp. She goes straight for his glasses, a new habit she’s picked up in the last week or two. He doesn’t seem to mind. He catches her hand with a chuckle and brings it to his mouth for a quick kiss. “Why hello darling.”

“-rry, -rry!” She wriggles her hand free and grasps at his face, cooing happily.

“I missed you too.” He laughs and turns to Eggsy, his smile softening slightly. “Both of you.”

Eggsy can’t help the laugh that bubbles through him. That smile is so damn familiar, but there’s something off about it, and Eggsy’s just so overwhelmed that it takes him an embarrassingly long time to pin point just what it is. There’s a hundred things he should say, he wants to say, but what comes out of his mouth is something else entirely-

“Wut in the blazes is on your face?”

Harry chuckles, his eyes lighting up. “You have seen me with facial hair before, Eggsy-”

“Not all like- of your own volition an’-” Eggsy feels his face heat up even as he beams, reaching forward to tug at Harry’s beard, affectionate, “god Harry it’s fantastic.”

“Thrilled you think so-”

“And wut, with the eyepatch-” Eggsy trails his hand up, thumb catching at the bottom of the fabric. The image is really fantastic. Harry’s kept his beard trimmed, maintained, but the tan, the eyepatch, the whiskers-
Eggsy lets out a laugh and sets his hand on Harry’s bearded cheek. “No lie, kinda got the pirate vibe goin’ on Harry.”

Daisy perks up at the word, clapping her hand brightly where she’s curled at Harry’s shoulder. Pirates feature in more than one of her bedtime stories. She lets out a giggle and beams up at him. “Pira- pira-”

The man looks beyond unimpressed. He slowly drags his gaze over from Daisy back to where Eggsy stands, eyebrows raised. “I’m shaving it.”

Eggsy chokes over his words for a moment, struggling not to laugh. He lets out a hiccupping breath and beams, cupping his hands over Harry’s chin. “No-”

“Immediately.”

“Leave it.” There’s no stopping the laughter now. Eggsy steps close, still cupping Harry’s face, careful not to disturb Daisy where she clings to him. “Just for now-”

Harry doesn’t even put up a façade of resistance. He just levels Eggsy with a look, smile fond. “It goes when I get back to the office.”

“Deal.” Eggsy draws back a bit, giving his chest a quick smack. “Wut are you doin’ back anynow?”

Harry flashes him a look, brow arched over his eyepatch. “I came to see you, of course.”

He makes it sound so casual, like he’s not supposed to be a full continent away right now.

“You was in sum undisclosed location in the Middle East, yeah?” Eggsy reaches up to set a hand over the stark tan line, peeking out from beneath the collar of Harry’s dress shirt. “Merlin told me you was delayed. Weren’t expecting you for another week.”

“There was a rather, agreeable change in plans.” Harry leans down until their foreheads slide together, his expression warm.

“A phone call woulda been nice.” Eggsy shakes his head against Harry’s, still beaming. He wants to press forward, to kiss him, but he’s painfully aware of their surroundings. “Been wut, two months now?”

Harry seems to pick up on his hesitation. He offers him a fond smile and reaches out, curling his free hand over Eggsy’s hip. He leans down and seals their mouths together, unashamed.

The kiss is different with so much beard, but not exactly unpleasant. The clean cut edges scratch against his skin, almost tickling. He can’t help the breathy laugh he lets out, grinning against Harry’s lips.

Work’s kept him occupied, and he’s had his mum and sis to busy him at home-

But it just wasn’t the same without Harry around.

“I take it you ain’t got no plans for the evening?” Eggsy manages when he finally drops back onto his heels, still beaming. “Mum and I were just going to have pasta an’ wine, usual shit. You’d be welcome to join, yeah?”

“Oh, I’m afraid I won’t be able to accept a home cooked meal tonight-”

Eggsy’s long since grown accustomed to the bitter tang of disappointment. He schools his reaction back, something placating on the tip of his tongue-

“-as I was rather hoping I could steal you for dinner.”

“Oh-” Eggsy blinks and his mouth drops open, “oh.”

Harry lets out a chuckle. Daisy’s watching them from his shoulder, tapping her hands against his collar. She’s getting impatient, humming and glancing between them.

Eggsy reaches up to smooth out her hair, making a silly face at her before turning back to Harry. “I’ll have to talk wit mum first-”

“No you don’t.”

His mum just strolls up out of thin air, phone in hand and a pointed expression on her face. “Who d’you think told him where we was?”

Eggsy lets out a sharp laugh, shaking his head at his mother. “Been plottin’ behind my back, have you?”

“Maybe a titch.” She doesn’t look nearly as apologetic as she sounds, sliding in between him and Harry to scoop Daisy up. She goes easily enough, curling into her mum’s shoulder. Once she’s settled Michelle turns back to Eggsy, leaning up to give his cheek a wet kiss. “Go have fun. Been too long since you’ve seen ‘im.”

His heart gives a tight squeeze in agreement and he reaches out, smoothing his thumb over her cheek. “Thanks Mum. I’ll check in tomorrow, yeah?”

She smiles and draws away, turning her attention back to Harry. “Glad to ‘ave you back home.”

Harry beckons her into a hug with a wry smile, wrapping around her and Daisy.

“Glad to be here.”

---

“Why a hotel?”

Eggsy’s damn near bouncing in his seat, nervous energy boiling over with each second that ticks by. It’s been so long since they’ve seen each other, let alone been in such close proximity. It’s childish, but Eggsy can’t help but want to burry himself in Harry, to remember what it felt like to curl up in those arms-

“Privacy without responsibility.” Harry, on the other hand, is as composed as always. Even with that manicured beard and the thick fringe of hair that threatens to fall over his eyes, he’s ever the gentleman.

“Wut’s up wit the look, anyhow?” Eggsy reaches out, brushing his hand through Harry’s mop. “Woulda thought you’d have it trimmed by now-”

Harry glances over to him, brows furrowed slightly. “How so?”

“Never let yourself go native for long.” Eggsy shrugs and drops his hand back. “Usually you would’ve cleaned up first thing-”

“I came to to you first thing.” Harry stated over a chuckle.

“Oh. Right.” Eggsy feels his face heat up and he sinks back into his seat somewhat, beaming.

Out of the country for months, and the first thing Harry thinks to do is find him.

Eggsy’s heart gives a hard throb of longing and he reaches down to squeeze his hand over Harry’s bicep. He gets a smile in return and the two of them fall into a comfortable silence, driving deep into the heart of London.

Eventually Harry comes to a stop at a grand looking building, pulling into the circular driveway of a lobby.

Eggsy doesn’t get out right away, he just takes in the luxurious looking carpets that stretch into the doorway and the black-tie valet that comes hurrying towards them.

“Harry I ain’t dressed for this.” He’s stating the obvious, sitting in front of what has to be a five star hotel in a t-shirt and jeans.

“I’ve arranged for clothing to be delivered to the room.” Harry soothes, reaching out to squeeze his arm. “They know me here, there’s no need to check-in.”

“Aight, I can work with this.” Eggsy shoots him a smile and allows the valet to open the door for him, stepping out onto the lush carpet.

Harry leads the way with Eggsy trailing close at his heels. He wants to take in the sights around him, to enjoy the modern splendor of the hotel’s décor…but he’s too distracted to do much other than stare unblinking at the hard line of Harry’s shoulder.

When they hit the elevator it’s blissfully vacant, so Eggsy allows himself the luxury of curling his fingers in Harry’s. He gets a firm squeeze in return, and he grins, dropping his head down against the taller man’s shoulder.

They get off on the very top floor, walking down a short hallway to a set of double doors.

If Eggsy thought the hotel was extravagant, the room absolutely took the cake. The floor was a polished, dark cherry wood, with the bedroom set and headboard to match. In contrast the bedding was crisp, clean and white, topped with a thick pile of plush pillows.

“S’a bit posh, ‘innit?”

“It will suit our purposes, I assure you.” Harry smiles and comes up to him, leaning down for a kiss.

Eggsy goes eagerly, curling his hands into the collar of Harry’s shirt. He wants to push it further, wants the brush of that beard scraping lower and lower.

But Harry doesn’t let it go that far. He draws away, glancing around the room with a small furrow of his brow. “They haven’t brought the clothes yet-”

“Oh,” Eggsy blinks and looks around, “well-”

“No doubt they’re on the way.” Harry cuts him off politely, leaning down to run his hands along the hem of Eggsy’s t-shirt. “I have to confirm our dinner arrangements. You take the shower first?”

He is a little ripe. Eggsy wrinkles his nose and offers Harry a smile “Yeah, a wash would be a good idea.”

“Mm.” Harry draws back, giving him a contemplative look. “Take whatever time you need to be ready for the evening.”

Eggsy stares at him, the low burn of a flush spreading across his cheeks. The words sink in with a hard twist to his gut and he squirms slightly. “You gonna wash after?”

“It won’t take me long.” Harry assures him, already strolling back towards the hotel phone. “Get cleaned up.”

“Alright, alright-”

Eggsy doesn’t linger any longer, forcing himself to stroll back to the bathroom.

He’s waited months to see Harry again.

He can wait a little longer.

The shower, at the very least, is blessedly warm. Eggsy lets himself soak under the spray for a few good, minutes before he starts to lather himself up.

Their suite is alarmingly well stocked, and Eggsy’s able to spend time preparing himself properly. He’s thorough and methodic about it, driven by the ringing promise in Harry’s tone.

The bathroom’s a thick cloud of steam by the time he’s finished. He welcomes the cool blast of air that greets him when he slides out into the bedroom. He’s got a towel draped over his head, scrubbing at his hair absent mindedly.

“Shower’s free.”

“Is it now?”

Eggsy damn near jumps at how close Harry sounds. He goes to drag the towel off his face, but Harry’s already got his hands on him, walking them backwards. Eggsy feels his breath hitch, nerves burning like wildfire beneath the hot brand of Harry’s grip. Those strong, calloused fingers are dangerously close to the fabric around his hips.

He just barely gets the chance to free his face, letting the towel slide to the floor, when his back hits the wall. He can’t breathe, his eyes wide and blinking when he finally meets Harry’s gaze. The eyepatch is off, and so is the jacket and tie. Eggsy rarely sees him like this; scruffy, hair a mess, wrinkled collar gaping open. He’s the picture of dishevelment-

And Eggsy loves it.

His breath finds him again with a sharp gasp when Harry crowds in, pushing into the ‘v’ of his thighs. His towel loosens, threatening to slip from his hips. Enticed he shifts, deliberate, relishing in the growl that rumbles through Harry when the fabric slips lower.

“Hey.” He manages after a moment, reaching forward to slide his hands over Harry’s waist. The man shakes his head with a smile, catching Eggsy’s wrists and pinning them up against the wall. He leans right into the smaller man’s space, sliding their noses together with a low hum.

“Hey.”

Eggsy’s breath hitches and he drops his head back. It takes all he has just to keep on his feet. He tests Harry’s grip for a moment, before he relaxes back against the wall and offers the man a cheeky grin. “Thought you was showerin’?”

“Mm.” Harry leans down, scraping his beard across Eggsy’s jaw. He squirms at the sensation and drags a leg up, hitching it around Harry’s thigh.

He doesn’t get any notice before Harry releases his arms, moving down to grip at Eggsy’s hips. Bearded lips drag up the side of his throat, teeth catching over his ear. Harry drags his hands along the edge of the towel, folding his fingers over the fabric and tugging lightly.

Eggsy’s stomach pitches at the promise in that touch. Harry drags the towel free, sliding his mouth up to Eggsy’s ear as it drops to the floor.

“Get dressed.”

The man steps back so fast that Eggsy just about loses his balance, his whole body keeling forward. Harry has the decency to reach out and steady him, before he starts past him with a wry grin. “You’ll find new clothes already laid out on the bed. There’s a bottle of champagne by the counter, help yourself-”

Eggsy can’t help the groan of frustration that bubbles in his throat. He stumbles after Harry for a moment, coming to brace against the door frame just outside the bathroom. “Seriously? You’re leavin’ me wit that?”

Harry chuckles, already making quick work of his buttons. “Let’s call it an appetizer.”

“You’re a sadist Harry.” Eggsy makes a sound at the back of his throat, pushing off the wall, still standing stark naked. “Be quick about it, yeah?”

“But of course.” Harry saunters back up to the door, starting to edge it closed. “We have dinner in an hour, after all.”

---

Eggsy takes his time getting dressed with the shower spray hissing steadily in the background. The sound of the water grates on his nerves, a constant reminder of how close Harry is, how much he wants this, and how much patience he really, really doesn’t have at the moment.

Seeing the clothing that’s laid out for him is at least somewhat of a distraction. He examines the outfit with raised brows, but puts it on without much hesitation.

By the time the shower goes off and the dryer turns on Eggsy’s dressed with his hair in some semblance of order. He’s standing in front of the floor length mirror in the sitting room to their massive suite, a flute of champagne clasped in hand.

He can’t seem to wrap his mind around the clothes he’s wearing; around the fact that Harry picked them out.

It’s like something straight out of his closet back home, only it fits leagues better. The jeans are softer than any he’s ever worn, and the shirt fits him like a glove. He rocks back on his heels and takes a long sip from his glass, turning away from the mirror.

He’s strolling back towards the bedroom when like magic Harry strides through the door. He’s got the eyepatch back in place and his glasses are perched carefully on the bridge of his nose. He’s dressed down for the evening, donned in a pair of khakis and a light sweater.

Eggsy tugs at the hem of his admittedly fantastic polo shirt and raises a brow at Harry. “Bit casual for this joint, innit?”

“It might be.” Harry admits, strolling forward. He’s left his stubble and floppy mane intact, much to Eggsy’s delight. He knows well enough that there’s a fully-stocked shaving kit in the en-suite bathroom. The fact that Harry’s resisting his usual grooming habits is beyond endearing. “I thought this would be more appropriate for the evening.”

Eggsy laughs and shakes his head. He strolls over to the side table to scoop up the other glass, handing it off to Harry with a grin. “More appropriate than a suit?” He teases, pausing to clink their glasses together. “Lord knows we wear ‘em often enough.”

“That’s just the point, now isn’t it?” Harry brings the flute to his lips, taking a slow drag of the liquid with his eyes half lidded. “Why not leave Kingsman behind for the evening?”

“Wut’s this then?” Eggsy teases, reaching up to slide Eggsy’s glasses up from where they’ve dropped down over the bridge of his nose.

The man has the wherewithal to look guilty when he breaks off to the side, producing Eggsy’s pair from lord only knows where. “We’ll leave it behind completely after dinner.” He promises, his tone apologetic. “I’ve been away for months; concessions had to be made. Merlin had me promise to be available until desert, after which he has been instructed to consider us otherwise indisposed until tomorrow evening."

Eggsy makes a tch-ing sound at the back of his throat and saunters back up to Harry, plucking the glasses from his grasp. He flicks open the arms and slides them on, tone already terse. “Oi, you there Merlin?”

“I am.”

He answers without pause, which means he’s been listening in for some time. Eggsy fights the urge to roll his eyes and sighs. “You mean it, yeah?”

“We have Percival on hand.” Merlin lets out a noise like a yawn, his tone fond and dismissive. “My need for Harry is simply administrative. I just know you prefer not to be taken by surprise, but if you’d rather leave your glasses that’s fine by me. But I can promise you: I won’t call you in.”

Eggsy mulls it over for the moment, before he relents, turning to look at Harry. “Yeah, yeah okay. M’cool with you keepin’ me in the loop.”

“Thought as much.” Merlin coughs a bit, clearing his throat. “If it eases your mind any, I’m keeping your dialogues on mute. I won’t hear you until you hear from me.”

“Oh thank fuck.” Eggsy’s groans, rubbing a hand over his face. “Shoulda said so in the first place.”

“Please, this is for my sake more than yours.” Merlin sniffs, put off. “Have you heard yourselves flirt? It’s painful. Not exactly how I plan to spend my evening-”

“Flirting’s the least of your concerns Merlin. We’re on a date bruv. You’re familiar wit the concept, yeah?”

“Quite. I’ll be muting you now.” The man makes a noise in the back of his throat, disturbed. “Enjoy your meal. I’ll be in touch.”

There’s a beat when they stand in silence in the foyer before Eggsy finally lets out a chuckle, shaking his head. “Our lives, unbelievable, yeah?”

Harry offers him a smile and takes another sip of his champagne. “One grows accustomed to it, with time.”

“I’ll take your word on that.” Strolling forward Eggsy empties his own glass in one, smooth go. “now we was goin’ to dinner, yeah?”

“Yes.” Harry stares him down while he drains his own flute, unblinking. Somehow with the eyepatch, the rugged beard, it makes him look all the more suave. Eggsy can’t help the slow burn of heat that slides through him and he bites his lip, taking Harry’s arm when it’s extended.

“Yes we were.”

---

This part, they’re very familiar with by now.

They’ve had more than their fair share of dates in the past seven odd months. Granted, most had been interrupted. Rudely.

Eggsy just couldn’t shake the feeling that it would happen again.

He tried to enjoy himself, but he was admittedly guarded. No need getting his hopes up.

“Did I lose you?”

Eggsy blinks and glances up to Harry, startled out of thoughts. “Uh, no-” He scratches his head, leaning back against the wall by the hostess stand, “yeah. Alright yeah. Sorry, just distracted.”

“Eggsy.” Harry sounds exasperated, but he’s grinning when he shakes his head. “What’s on your mind?”

“Mm, nothin’.” Eggsy sighs and offers him a cheeky grin. “Just reflectin’ on our bad luck streak-“

“Careful, you’ll jinx us.” Harry scolds with a laugh. He looks good like that, cheeks scrunching up towards his eyes, wrinkling his patch.

God Eggsy’s missed this.

“Sirs?”

The hostess is back, a towel draped over her arm. She dips slightly as she gestures into the restaurant, offering them a warm smile. “Follow me please.”

Eggsy straightens and nods to Harry, raising his brows. “After you my good sir.”

Harry snorts out a startled laugh and Eggsy beams in victory. “If you insist.”

Eggsy trails after him, gazing around the monstrous dining room. The décor looks minimal enough, but there’s no missing how lavish it is. This place is top shelf. Real posh. And sauntering in like they have, in jeans and dressed down shirts, they stick out like a sore thumb.

He can feel gazes on them, and there’s a part of him that wants to ignore them, to focus on Harry’s back. Instead he turns his head and stares a couple down, brows raised. They’re quick to look busy, coughing and averting their stares. Eggsy lets a smirk slide across his features and he flashes a wink to another woman at an adjacent table, who just blinks at him, stunned.

With that he turns back towards Harry, sliding up to the man at an easy saunter. He stops just at his back, reaching forward to nudge at his hand. Harry’s doesn’t hesitate to wrap their fingers together, offering him a comforting squeeze.

He can still feel the eyes, but frankly he doesn’t give a shit.

“Your table.”

Harry’s thought ahead. They’ve been seated in the corner of the restaurant, tucked into a private booth. There’s already wine in the decanter on the table and their soup is waiting for them, still steaming.

Eggsy can’t help but laugh, shaking his head. “The service here, yeah?” He glances to the hostess, offering her a wide grin. “Spot on.”

“Thank you, that’s very kind.” She offers him a smile in return, before turning to nod at Harry. “It’s a pleasure to have you again Mr. Hart.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” Even with the pirate look Harry’s as dashing as ever.

The hostess doesn’t bat an eye at his appearance. She just takes a step back, gesturing to the back of the restaurant. “Your usual waiter will attend you shortly.”

“Thank you.”

She strolls away and Eggsy beams at Harry, resting his forearms on the table. “So what, you sum kinda regular here or somethin’?”

“You could say that.” Harry flashes him a cheeky look and pours them both a glass of wine.

Eggsy takes it without hesitation, twirling the rich red liquid with a flick of his wrist. “What kind?”

“2007 Gaja Barbaresco.” Harry says, as if that would mean anything to him. “Not one of their usual brands, but given their prices it was well worth the custom order.”

“An’ you had nothin’ to do with the instant service?” He states, pointedly turning the soup bowl at his front. It’s still hot against his fingertips.

“I may have called to pre-arrange dinner.” Harry admits after a moment, holding his glass out to Eggsy. They clink them together and each take a sip, Eggsy startling at the smooth, fruitful flavour that washes over his tongue.

“Holy shit.” He cuts in, licking his lips and dropping back against the booth behind him. He sets the glass down on the table and just stares at it for a moment, contemplates it-

“Holy shit.”

“Eloquent.” Harry teases, but there’s no doubt he’s enjoying it just as much. He goes in for a second sip far too soon for a proper gentleman…and a third soon after that. “It’s a remarkable blend. So well praised that most would think it incapable of living up to its famed reputation, and yet-“

He pauses, lifting the glass up to stare at it, thoughtfully. “It never seems to fail my expectations.”

“How much does this cost?” Eggsy laughs and takes another sip, shaking his head. “Actually no, no, I dun even wanna know. Got no problem wit blissful ignorance.”

“Good.” Harry quirks a brow, glass still poised at his lips. “I’ve ordered…off menu, let’s say. The restaurant has been quite accommodating.”

“Yeah, yeah I’m pickin’ up on that, now-” Eggsy grabs at his spoon and gestures to Harry, expression serious, “we gonna tuck-in now? Cause this soup smells ridiculous good.”

“By all means-” Harry scoops up his own spoon and offers him a nod, “bon appetite.”

The soup is a spicy potato and leek, with fresh chives and sour cream on top. Eggsy just about inhales it, letting the conversation lull until he’s scraping the last bits out of the bottom of the bowl.

“That’s insane good.”

“I should hope so.” Harry swallows down another mouthful, spoon hovering by his lips. “The chefs here are legendary.”

“Apparently.” Eggsy shakes his head and reaches for his wine. “Wut’s next on the menu?”

“The salad course should be out shortly, and then you’ll be pleased to hear that we’re having-”

“Sorry to interrupt.”

Eggsy startles at Merlin’s voice, having forgotten about the man completely. “No, no, go ahead.”

“I’ve got Tristan with the North American Aerospace Defense Command and they refuse to sign off on negotiations with out your verbal confirmation.”

“Patch me through.”

Harry deals with the matter quickly and effectively, finishing just in time for salads to be served. The rest of dinner carries on much the same. They chat back and forth, Harry recounting his trip and Eggsy catching him up on Daisy’s latest developments; two months is a lot to miss in the life of a toddler.

Merlin interjects on occasion, but true to his word his requests for Harry are simple and administrative.

All in all, it’s the most pleasant, successful dinner they’ve had in some time.

And the food? Unreal. Eggsy probably spends just as much time marvelling at the dishes as he does eating them. Since he started this whole Kingsman gig he’s had more than enough exposure to rich, fine foods-

But the dishes tonight just blow everything else out of the water.

Eggsy’s going to insist that they take his mum here sometime. And sure, hauling a toddler along probably isn’t suited to the posh establishment, but he’s got no doubt that Harry could walk in here with Daisy without trouble.

He cleans all his plates, but as they finish up the main he flashes Harry an apologetic smile. “Don’t think I can manage dessert mate.”

The waiter pauses, glancing to Harry for direction.

“Bill for the dessert, but we’ll be taking our leave.” He states, finishing his glass and offering the man a smile. “My usual gratuity applies.”

“Thank you kindly Mr. Hart.” The man gives them a polite nod and clears the table in one go, stalking off in the direction of the kitchen.

“Wut about Merlin?” Eggsy raises his brows when Harry moves to stand. He follows despite himself, straightening his shirt.

“I’m here.”

“Jesus.” With a startled laugh Eggsy clutches at his chest. “You got that last bit then, yeah?”

“That I did.” Merlin lets out a dry chuckle. “Consider yourselves out of commission. I’ll check in tomorrow. I’m blocking your feeds.”

“Cheers Merlin.” Harry slides a hand in his pocket, waiting for Eggsy to gather himself and stroll up to his side. “Have a good evening.”

“You too. Cheers.”

And with that the entire evening opens up before them.

Eggsy’s a bit stunned at the sheer possibility of it all. He swallows and reaches out to take Harry’s hand, leaning against him a bit when they make their way back through the maze of tables.

“The whole evenin’ to ourselves.” He murmurs as they slide out into the lobby. “S’a bit of a change, innit?”

“A welcome one.” Harry re-affirms, leaning down to touch his chin to the top of Eggsy’s head. “I can’t recall the last time we were truly alone together, and in good health too.”

Eggsy laughs and pats Harry’s arm. “Hate to break it to you bruv, we ain’t been alone like this since before you was Arthur.”

The words leave his mouth without much forethought, but as soon as they register Eggsy freezes. When he really thinks about it, the last time he and Harry were alone together he’d just flunked his punk ass out of Kingsman. That had been right before Harry’d skipped town on that plane and-

Eggsy didn’t really think about the church anymore. Not often, anyways.

But when he did, the memory chilled him to the bone. He’d grieved for so long, quietly, carefully; kept it all bottled up. And somehow, through the shit show that was his life, he’d managed. He’d moved on. But even then there’d always been this awful, hollow part of him that stayed gone.

“Eggsy?”

“Ah.” Blinking up to Harry he swallows hard, a lump catching in his throat. “Sorry, trip down memory lane-”

Harry frowns at the shift in his demeanor, pausing them at the elevators. “Eggsy-” He draws away enough to brace his hands against the younger man’s forearms, squeezing gently, “about what happened then, when I left for Kentucky-”

It’s almost disturbing how quickly Harry picks up on his worries.

He ducks his head a bit, offering the man a fond smile. “I know. Talked about this more than once now, haven’t we? S’all cool. Just tough to think about, y’know?”

“Yes Eggsy. I know.” Harry returns the smile and reaches out to call for the elevator. “I say we let the past be what it is for now, the past.”

Eggsy feels himself relax, letting go of the tight vice that’s squeezed around his chest. “Sounds good to me.”

---

The ride up the elevator is long and far too crowded. The evening rush of check-ins leaves very little room for them to breathe in the stuffy car.

They get crowded into a corner by the swell of suitcase wielding vacation goers. Harry’s at least got the presence of mind to stick close, wedging himself between Eggsy and the crowd.

“Bit cozy, yeah?” Eggsy manages with a breathless laugh, back pressed flush to the wall.

“Mm.” Harry hums and leans down, using their proximity as an excuse to scrape his lips across Eggsy’s throat. “Can’t say I mind much.”

Sucking in Eggsy grasps at the older man’s shirt, fisting his hand tightly. The delicious burn of Harry’s beard beneath his chin causes him to squirm, breathless. “Oi.”

“Sorry.” He doesn’t look it. He just grins, teeth grazing against Eggsy’s ear. He gives his cheek a chaste kiss before he straightens. “Couldn’t help myself.”

“I know the feelin’.”

The slow heat that’s been bubbling in his gut since they sat down for dinner rears its ugly head again. Slowly and surely the crowd thins out, but the ride to their suite is still far too long.

Eggsy’s antsy by the time they key their way into the front room, practically bouncing on his toes. “Just lemme wash up, yeah?”

“Take your time.” Harry lets the door slide shut behind him, sauntering up to Eggsy with his hands in his pockets. “I’ll wrap up a few things with Kingsman and put the glasses away for the evening.”

“Aces.” Eggsy plucks his own pair off, handing them over to Harry with an easy grin. “Take good care of ‘em, yeah?”

“Mm, will do.” Harry tucks them away into a pocket and leans down, sealing their mouths together with a hum. “See you shortly.”

It’s difficult to peel himself away, but somehow Eggsy manages. He locks the bathroom and sets to work prepping himself all over again. He doesn’t rush, goes about the whole thing carefully, meticulously.

He struggles not to rush, time’s a luxury they usually can’t afford. But his mum’s got Daisy handled, and Kingsman’s off the table for the evening; so for once, just once, he lets himself relax into it. And it works, for the most part.

By the time he’s tugging his jeans back on he feels like his hearts his going to explode. Anticipation has flushed his face red, leaving him jittery. He does his best to calm his nerves before he steps out into the cool bedroom air.

“Harry?”

“Right here.” He emerges from the side hall, plucking at the strap of his watch. “I’ll have a wash too. It won’t take a minute.”

Eggsy sucks in a hard breath but forces himself to nod. He tips up on his toes as Harry passes, stealing a bearded kiss. They don’t linger. Harry just smiles against his lips and slides away, sauntering towards the bedroom.

And at this point?

At this point Eggsy’s beyond frustrated.

His hands tremble when he digs his wallet and phone from his pocket. He casts them on the night table and scrubs his palms firmly over his heated cheeks.

He can’t remember the last time he was so pent up. Just the thought of having Harry Hart to himself for the whole fucking night has his stomach in knots. Suddenly he’s too hot. The feverish flush slides down his throat and across his chest, causing him to sweat.

With clammy hands he peels his shirt off, tossing the damp fabric off to the side.

It’s only then that he realizes how hard he is in the tight confines of his jeans. His nervousness starts to burn away, hardening into something more like desperation.

He can’t help himself. He reaches down, popping open the button of his trousers. Even that small release has him groaning in relief. He eases the zipper down next, letting his jeans hang loose around his hips.

This, he can bear.

He stands in the cool air for a moment and just breathes. He’s going to cream his jeans at this rate, and that’s not the way he wants this night to go.

Then, just as he starts to get a handle on his little problem, fingers curl around the waist of his boxer briefs. Eggsy has half a second to register his surprise before Harry yanks them down below the curve of his ass. The fabric catches on his cock, and he hisses, momentarily distracted. Harry takes the opportunity to slide a hand down into the crease of Eggsy’s ass.

He jumps and sucks in a startled breath of air. “Harry.”

The man groans and drags his fingertips over the tight rim of muscle, still damp with lube from the bathroom. With a crook of his finger Harry presses inside, and Eggsy’s whole body lurches. He reaches back, scrambling for purchase against the bigger man’s forearms.

“Jesus.” Harry crooks his finger and Eggsy sees stars, his whole body trembling with the effort just to stand.

“Starting without me.” Harry’s lips are pressed just under the shell of Eggsy’s ear. “How rude.”

“Oh, oh my god.” If Eggsy was hard before, he was positively dripping now. His cock gives a hard twitch against the fabric of his briefs. His breath hitches and he tightens his grip on Harry’s arms, thighs trembling. “Bed, bed Harry please-”

He doesn’t need to ask twice.

Harry drags his fingers back out and it’s an embarrassing struggle to keep from whining at the loss. Eggsy doesn’t get the chance to dwell on it, however. Without warning strong hands spin him around. Fingers drag down his sides, coming to grip at the back of his legs. Harry hauls him up with a practiced sort of ease, carrying him steadily towards the bed.

Eggsy tightens his thighs around the older man’s ribs and chokes over a laugh. “Don’t think m’ever gonna get over that.” He manages, sounding breathless and desperate. “You throwin’ me around like sum rag-doll.”

With a chuckle Harry stops at the bed, dropping Eggsy down against the mattress. He bounces back with a breathless groan, but Harry doesn’t let him lie for long. Strong fingers curl around his ankle, dragging him back towards the edge of the bed. He couldn’t resist if he tried, boneless against hot brand of Harry’s hand through his jeans.

“You seem to enjoy it well enough.” Harry manages, dragging his leg up and curling his fingers into the hem of his sock. “When I manhandle you.”

“Ah!” Eggsy’s whole leg jerks when Harry tugs his sock free, still conscious of his healing feet. It’s been months now, but the beds of his toenails are still angry and red. “I do, oh fuck I do, but what-”

The warm ghost of Harry’s breath across his foot causes Eggsy to stutter to a halt. He watches with wide eyes as Harry sucks his big toe in between his lips. The sensation causes such a jolt that Eggsy bucks and just about boots the older man right in the jaw. Luckily Harry’s grip on his calf is firm. He hollows his cheeks around Eggsy’s toe, laving his tongue against the sensitive, scarred flesh.

“Holy fuck.” Eggsy’s torn between discomfort and arousal, fighting not to kick against the ticklish feel of Harry’s teeth dragging against his skin.

Then without warning Harry pops back off his toe, letting his leg drop down to the mattress.

“There’s no stopping this time.” The man growls, sliding his hands up Eggsy’s thighs. Fingers catch in the waistband of his jeans and tug up, hauling Eggsy off the mattress by his hips. “The damned Queen could come knocking and I’d tell her to fuck right off-”

“Harry!” Eggsy’s laugh is strained, smothered by a groan when Harry starts to drag down, exposing inch after inch of flushed skin. “You’d never-”

“Care to bet?” Harry flicks his good eye up to Eggsy, something dangerous glinting in his gaze. Then he drops his mouth down to Eggsy’s stomach, beard scraping against a strip of exposed flesh.

“Oh, shit Harry-”

One more tug and his cock springs free, bouncing up to smack against Harry’s chin. Eggsy jerks at the sensation, his hips arching up of their own accord. Harry doesn’t seem to mind. He just leans down, his beard scraping along the length of Eggsy’s cock until he can press a chaste kiss to the crease of his hip.

The noise that escapes Eggsy is completely incoherent. His every nerve stands on edge, his stomach fluttering desperately as Harry kisses his way along his groin. When that hot breath reaches his scrotum Eggsy positively keens, thighs trembling. Harry opens his mouth and sucks them inside, causing Eggsy’s whole body to buck.

His toes curl against the bed sheets and his knees drop open, inviting. Harry takes his time, suckling and humming contentedly. By the time he releases him, mouth sliding away, Eggsy’s just about coming out of his skin. But Harry’s not done yet.

The man noses his way up along the underside of his cock and Eggsy chokes over his own breath. In one smooth motion Harry swallows him down. He doesn’t stop until his nose presses against Eggsy’s neatly trimmed pubic hair, the head of his cock wedged firmly at the back of his throat.

There’s no words to describe how good it feels. Eggsy comes straight off the bed, his legs scrambling for purchase. Harry doesn’t let him struggle for long. He wraps his arms under Eggsy’s knees, dragging them up to hook over his shoulders. Then he hunches down, swallowing around the thick length of Eggsy’s cock.

“Oh, oh Jesus Harry. Jesus fuck. So good, I-”

He doesn’t notice the sound of a wrapper opening, but he starts when Harry shifts his hands, suddenly slick with lube, to squeeze over his heated ass. The man spreads him open as he hollows his cheeks, sucking him earnestly. Eggsy’s toes curl against the fabric of Harry’s shirt and he bucks, spurring Harry into motion. The man picks up a quick rhythm, bobbing up and down on Eggsy’s cock as lube slicked-fingers search out his entrance.

His whole body convulses when Harry slides the first finger inside. Eggsy’s terrified he’s going to come right then and there.

Harry doesn’t waste time before he begins working over his prostate, stroking him in confident, firm motions. Eggsy’s thighs tighten around Harry’s head and he chokes, pleasure coiling violently in his gut.

It’s been so long since they’ve had the chance to do this; since Eggsy’d been this worked up. The heat curling in his belly knots so tight it hurts, his body jerking helplessly in Harry’s firm grip.

The man just pushes and pushes, sucking him down and stretching him out with two fingers, then three-

It doesn’t take long before Eggsy feels ready to burst, his fingers curled like a vice in Harry’s uncharacteristically unruly locks. He yanks up, desperate, the cresting wave of arousal threatening to spill over.

He holds out until he feels stretched and open; until he’s squirming and desperate for more.

“Harry, Harry enough, please-” Eggsy chokes off on a sob when Harry drives three fingers back inside, scraping against his prostate deliciously, “I can’t, I can’t-”

“Okay.” Harry slides off of Eggsy’s cock and draws his hands away, kissing up the smaller man’s fluttering stomach. “Okay, easy.”

“Jesus man,” Eggsy laughs, squeezing his legs playfully around Harry’s ears, “just about shot down your throat-”

Harry shakes his head and drags Eggsy’s pants the rest of the way off, crowding up over his prone frame. “That is the general idea.”

“Oh no-” Eggsy reaches up to snatch at the hem of Harry’s shirt, dragging it up fiercely, “not tonight bruv.”

“I’ve told you not to call me that.” Harry points out, but there’s no hiding the affection in his tone.

“An’ yet you always let me get away wit it.” Eggsy makes a victorious noise when Harry helps him shed away that damned shirt. He rakes his nails down Harry’s ribs and flashes the man a cheeky smile. “Now, we was doin’ something ‘bout those pants of yours, yeah?”

“Yes.”

Eggsy’s already going for his zipper by the time Harry gets his belt undone, yanking it down in one quick motion. They get his pants down quickly enough, kicking them off to the side. As soon as the fabric disappears over the side of the mattress Eggsy drags Harry down, slotting their bodies together firmly.

Harry groans, grinding down into the cradle of Eggsy’s hips. He’s all hot, hard lines of muscle, plastered to his front. Eggsy can’t get enough. He hooks a leg around Harry’s hips, dragging him down into a hard kiss.

The man wastes no time licking into Eggsy, rolling their groins together in a smooth, continuous motion.

But Eggsy’s not about to let Harry do all of the work.

Not this time.

He uses his hold on Harry as leverage and arches up, flipping them over with expert speed and precision. He even gets a surprised look for all his efforts. Harry blinks up at him from the bedspread, his brows arched high over his eyepatch.

“I take it you have other plans then?”

Eggsy smirks, reaching back to grab at Harry’s thighs. He drags them towards him until he’s got his knees bent, pressed up against his back. He uses his new position to rock his ass back into the cradle of Harry’s hips. It feels delicious, the hot, hard line of his cock beneath him. Eggsy starts up a steady rhythm, watching the flickers of emotion that slip past Harry’s careful composure. His eye is dark, pupil blown wide with something raw and hungry.

“Lemme do this.” Eggsy hitches out when Harry’s hands finally find his hips, digging in. “Harry.”

The man groans through clenched teeth, his brows screwed up beneath his eyepatch. “Alright.”

“Yes.” Eggsy lifts himself up, reaching down to grasp at Harry’s cock. He glances up to meet Harry’s eye and guides himself down, opening up over the blunt expanse of the head. His instinct is to close his eyes, but he can’t miss this: not after they’ve waited so long-

Eggsy bears down, feeling the head pop into him with a hard hiccupping gasp. It takes everything he has not to look away, to stare Harry down as he lowers himself, his whole body shaking.

Harry’s thick and hot, but Eggsy’s been thoroughly prepared. The man slides home with little discomfort, and Eggsy sighs out his relief, wiggling where he’s seated on Harry’s cock.

“Fuck Eggsy.”

He feels full; Harry’s impossibly large, stretching out every crevice. Each shift of Eggsy’s hips causes his cock to grind inside of him. Sparks of pleasure dance up his spine, sending him reeling.

He gasps out and falls back against the knees behind him, fighting for balance. After a moment he gives in and closes his eyes, focussing on the steady burn of arousal that floods through his gut.

“So long Harry-” He manages after a moment, his breath hitching violently. “We’ve waited so damn long an’- Jesus it’s so good-”

Harry just groans, arching back and digging his nails into Eggsy’s sides. “You have no idea, no idea how perfect you are-”

“I’m gonna move, Harry I’m-” He drops his hands to brace on Harry’s hips and raises himself up, relishing in the delicious scrape of his cock inside of him. He then pivots and drops back down, his stomach locking up at the burst of pleasure that prickles over his skin. “Oh, oh fuck.”

He does his best to set up a rhythm, but it’s slow at first, hesitant. He’s still adjusting to the feeling of Harry inside of him, but it’s good.

After a minute or two he manages to ground himself. He strikes up a fast rhythm, bouncing himself in Harry’s lap with the wet slap of damp skin.

He’s so lost in the sensations, in the gut wrenching bliss that pools at the base of his spine, slowly radiating out, that he doesn’t even realize he’s closed his eyes.

With no small amount of effort he peels them back open, gazing down at Harry half lidded. The sight takes his breath away.

Harry’s dropped his hands back down to the bed sheets, fisting there. His knuckles are white and he’s shaking, a hot flush staining him from cheek to collar bone. He looks unbelievable like this; rugged beard, hair askew, the primary burn of need that blooms across his features. It’s moments like this that Eggsy can truly see how dangerous Harry is.

Yet the man’s holding himself back; giving Eggsy’s his moment-

And it looks like it’s killing him.

A fond noise slides out of Eggsy, muddled by a groan. He picks up his pace, taking mercy on Harry. The man instantly slams his head back against the mattress, a stream of curses sliding past his lips.

“Shit Eggsy, fuck, the things I’m going to do to you-”

His cock gives a hard lurch against his stomach. He’s dripping wet, his body trembling with the effort it takes to keep up his brutal pace. “Harry-” He’s losing himself in the moment; in the wet slap of skin against skin, in the sharp bursts of pleasure that sparks up his spine, “Harry-“

Then a loud, blaring noise shatters the calm between them, and Eggsy slips where he’s braced against Harry’s chest. There’s no stopping the momentum once it gets going. Eggsy falls off to the side, knocked off balance with a startled shout.

Harry’s cock slides free and Eggsy grunts, but then his side is hitting the edge of the mattress and he’s teetering head first over-

Only Harry’s got enough sense about him to dart out, wrapping his fingers around Eggsy’s calf and tugging, hard.

Eggsy scrambles for purchase as he’s dragged back up over the edge of the bed. Harry’s wrapped around him in a heart-beat. With one strong arm he braces Eggsy back against his chest, dropping his chin to the younger man’s shoulder.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah.” Eggsy puffs out a sharp breath of laughter. “Nice catch yeah?”

“Naturally.” Harry chuckles, then glances to the bedside table. “Though I think I’ve found the source of our disruption.”

It’s only then that Eggsy realizes that the noise has stopped. He raises a brow at Harry, following his gaze to the phone on the bedside table. “Oh shit. M’sorry I should’ve turned it off, lemme-”

On cue the phone goes off, blaring violently against the fine, polished wood.

“Jesus, who in the world-”

He crawls his way up to the head of the bed, scooping up the phone and answering it in one smooth motion.

“Oi. Real shit timing yeah?” He can feel Harry shifting behind him, his hands already smoothing circles down Eggsy’s flushed back. “Call back tomorrow.”

“Real nice Eggsy.”

“Rox?” His brows raise and he glances over his shoulder at Harry, who simply shrugs in response. “Thought you was in charge of the recruit evaluations. Wut are you doin’ callin’ like this?”

“Recruiting’s over Eggsy. We’ve found our new agent.”

“Say again now?” Eggsy blinks and chokes back a noise when Harry slides in behind him, kneeing his legs apart.

“I made it Eggsy! You were right mate, I’m Kingsman material!”

“Freddy?” Eggsy can’t help the bright noise of surprise that escapes from him. “Bruv that’s fantastic!”

“I know mate! So what the fuck’re you waiting for? Get your punk ass out here for some drinks!”

“We’re celebrating. We’ve found positions for all of the top four recruits. Drinks are on me tonight..”

“Again, no offense, but real shit timin’-” Eggsy chokes over his words when Harry’s hand finds the centre of his spine, shoving down. He scrambles to keep a hold of the phone, his breath hitching. “I gotta go. I’ll make it up to you. Beers on me tomorrow-”

“Come on Eggsy! You’re the one that dragged me into this whole mess. And we haven’t had a proper night together since our formal twenty-four hours.”

“I know Freddy, I know but-”

Suddenly Harry’s hands are prying him open again, dragging him back onto the blunt head of his cock. Eggsy can’t keep his grip on the phone. He scrambles for purchase against the bed sheets, arousal pooling molten hot in his belly. Then Harry shifts his grip, grabbing Eggsy by his hips and hauling him backwards.

In one deft, brutal thrust he’s seated inside Eggsy, dragging a hoarse shout out of the smaller man. Eggsy’s cock gives a hard twitch against his stomach and he arches his back, keening. “Harry.”

He glances to the side just in time to see the man snatch up his phone, bringing it to his ear, eyes dark. “Good evening, and congratulations Freddy,” he pauses and glances down to Eggsy, meeting the prone man’s gaze, “welcome to Kingsman.”

Eggsy can’t hear what’s happening on the other end of the line, and with the way Harry’s rocking his hips, steadily rolling them where he’s flush to Eggsy’s ass, he can hardly think straight. Suddenly Harry pulls away, only to grind back in, scraping against up against his prostate.

“Harry, Jesus-”

“As Galahad was saying, we are thoroughly pre-occupied at the moment.” He punctuates the sentence with another meaningful thrust, shoving Eggsy up into the massive bed of pillows. “Do yourselves a favour, and do not call this number again for twenty-four hours, Agents. I hope I’ve made myself clear.”

There’s silence for a moment and Harry stills his thrusts, much to Eggsy’s immediate distress. He feels like he’s burning, his body clenching around Harry as he shifts against the mattress. The man hisses out a groan, leaning down to drape his body across Eggsy’s back. He presses a kiss to his throat, before he straightens once more, composure restored.

“As you were, Agents.”

He tosses the phone to the floor, but Eggsy can’t bring himself to care. He just barely manages to get himself up on his elbows when Harry drives into him once more, causing his whole body to lurch. “Oh Fuck, Harry-”

“No one takes this from us.” The man growls, leaning down to scrape his beard across Eggsy’s cheek. “Not tonight.”

Sealing his teeth around the junction of Eggsy’s shoulder Harry bites down, hard. Eggsy’s whole body shudders and he shoves his face down into the mattress, struggling to find his purchase. Harry fucks him damn near into the headboard, saved only by the thick pile of pillows that pads the hard wood.

“Oh, oh fuck.” Eggsy struggles to get his hands underneath him, pillows toppling down over his back.

Harry bats them aside without pause, wrapping an arm around Eggsy’s stomach and dragging him up until they’re plastered together, ass to collar bone. On instinct Eggsy reaches up and hooks an arm around the back of Harry’s neck.

He uses the leverage to drive down, fucking himself back on the older man’s cock. Harry’s absolutely wild for it, dropping his mouth to suck and lick his way down Eggsy’s throat. They eventually pick up a rhythm, meeting each other half way in a hard burst of violent pleasure.

Eggsy’s not going to last.

Every thrust of that cock drags a high pitched keen from him. Scalding, thick arousal burns through him and he slips, his body coming out from under him. Harry lets him fall, and he ends up with his chest pinned flat against the mattress, his hips still gripped in Harry’s hot palms.

He loses all semblance of leverage and Harry just gives it to him. Eggsy arches his back as best as he can, but there’s no stopping Harry now; they’re long beyond that-

Harry suddenly stills and shifts his rhythm, rocking his hips up into Eggsy at a slow, sensuous grind. It’s too good. Eggsy feels the heat bubbling up in his gut, threatening to boil over at any moment. He can’t do this much longer, everything’s too much, too quickly-

He’s going to cum.

“Harry-”

He wants to warn him, to give him the chance to slow down, to draw it out-

But all he seems to do is egg Harry on. The man shoves him back down and begins fucking him in earnest, drilling him down into the mattress with vicious, full-bodied thrusts. Eggsy positively wails. He’s teetering on the edge of too much, his toes curling so hard against the mattress that it hurts.

His nose clogs, his eyes watering violently when he tries to push himself up, to meet Harry’s thrusts one last time.

He doesn’t make it very far.

Harry drops down further on his knees until he’s balanced back against his heels. Then he tightens his grip on Eggsy’s hips, hauling him up over his thighs and rocking up into him.

The thrusts are slower now, deeper, and it’s more than Eggsy can take.

His orgasm rushes up through him so fast that he forgets to breathe.

The heat burns over him, causing his whole frame to lock up, tense and trembling. He comes violently against the mattress, his eyes whiting out with the force of it. His whole frame clenches down and Harry curses, collapsing against his back. Eggsy can’t help the way his body milks his cock, muscles spasming violently.

It takes a moment, but he manages to blink back the white spots, startling when he notices that Harry has stilled. He raises his hips, slamming them back despite the sharp pinch of overstimulation that spreads up his spine.

“Fuck me.” He gasps out, shoving himself back again, and again, and again. Then finally Harry caves, slamming into him, desperate, uncoordinated. He’s close.

Eggsy reaches out blindly for a pillow, shoving it between his teeth as the sharp edge of pleasure stings across his nerves. He tries not to think of how spent he is, how sore; he just braces his hand and fucks back with all the force he can muster.

He rides Harry out until the man stills, his entire frame locking over Eggsy’s back. He comes with a desperate sort of breath, his cock pulsing violently before something thick and hot splashes up inside of him.

Eggsy shudders at the sensation, his legs spreading out until he’s pressed flat against the mattress, boneless.

They stay like that for a moment, shifting together in the mix of sweat and slick between them. Eggsy’d be happy enough to stay there for the rest of the evening; but there’s a massive wet-spot at his hip, and he can feel his own cum drying against his thigh.

Still, he lets the moment linger as long as he can bear.

“Harry.” He manages after a moment, when the heat gets too much. “I need air.”

“Right.” Harry makes a low groaning noise when he pulls out. His movements are careful, slow, but he rolls off of Eggsy soon enough, curling up at the smaller man’s side. “Better?”

Eggsy rolls over to face him on his side, wincing when he feels the evidence of their activities sliding steadily down his thigh. It’s a problem they can worry about later. The suite is well stocked, so he’s not concerned. Instead he focusses on the dazed look on Harry’s face. Even with the rugged beard he’s nothing short of blissed out.

Reaching out Eggsy traces the fabric of Harry’s eyepatch, his gaze questioning. “Can I?”

“Of course.”

Eggsy swallows and peels the fabric up, tossing it off to the side. He lets himself sag back against the pillow once Harry’s face is barred, taking the man in carefully. Harry’s scars have long since healed, but there’s no hiding the damage. Eggsy’s heart clenches and he reaches out to brush against the thick line of gnarled flesh.

“I love you.” He manages after a moment, his throat tightening around the words. “I love every fuckin’ bit of you Harry mother fuckin’ Hart.”

Harry looks somewhat startled by the sudden confession. Then his expression softens into something open, almost vulnerable. “Eggsy-” He reaches out and cups the younger man’s cheeks, “there aren’t words to express how I feel about you.”

Eggsy feels his entire face light up, fire coursing across his cheeks. “Just so we’re clear, that weren’t an invitation to try or nothin’.”

“Are you sure?” Harry chides, his tone teasing. “Because I can think of a soliloquy or two off hand-”

“No, no.” Eggsy shakes his head, choking over a laugh. “Absolutely not. Outta the fuckin’ question..”

Harry chuckles and leans in, sealing their mouths together in a bearded kiss.

“Thank you Eggsy.”

He laughs, his nose scrunching up somewhat at the sharp tickle of Harry’s beard. “Wut for?”

“For being you.” Harry manages after a moment, his voice thick and low. “For staying with me, for sticking through this…and lord knows it hasn’t always been easy-”

“But it’s been worth it.” Eggsy points out, propping himself up onto his elbows on the mattress. “Yeah, times’ve been shit. We’ve had more than our fair share ov violence an’ horror…but I wouldn’ take back a second of it. Not for wut we have now.”

Harry stares at him, his good eye glossing over somewhat and his lips tightening into a strained smile. “I will never deserve your kindness Eggsy.”

“Harry.” He laughs and shakes his head, rolling the man onto his back. He comes to rest over Harry’s chest, staring down at him with an easy smile. “You deserve that, an’ so much more.”

Harry doesn’t say anything. He just leans up, urging Eggsy down into a firm, lingering kiss. Eggsy melts against him, his heart jackhammering in his chest. There’s something different about this. Something new.

An intimacy that he’d never felt with Harry before.

A sharp hiccupping breath cuts through the air, and for a moment Eggsy doesn’t realize that it’s coming from him. He startles away from the kiss and stares at Harry, eyes watering. “Shit.”

“Eggsy?”

He shakes his head and scrubs at his eyes with the back of his hand. Only there’s no staving the flow. His breath comes out in short hiccups and he shakes his head. Something builds in his throat, and for one terrifying moment he’s sure he’s about to sob.

Only then a laugh breaks the still air between them.

Eggsy startles himself with the sound. He blinks, a grin sliding across his tear stained cheeks as he lets loose another low chuckle.

“Eggsy-” Harry eases up in front of him, bewildered, “are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine I-” another wet peel of laughter escapes him and he shakes his head, disbelieving, “I’m just so, I’m-”

Harry doesn’t interrupt him, doesn’t try to urge him on. He just squeezes a hand over one of Eggsy’s thighs, waiting for him to find the breath to speak.

“I’m-” Eggsy sucks in hard through his nose, beaming and scrubbing at his cheeks, “I’m just so happy, y’know?”

Harry lets out a startled laugh of his own, dragging Eggsy down against his chest.

“I know Eggsy.” He tucks his chin down over the top of the smaller man’s head, his hold gentle. “I know.”

He breathes in hard, chasing away the last of the tears and letting his weight drop down against Harry’s chest. “M’glad we did this.”

“Me too.” Harry flashes him a cheeky grin, tightening his arm where it’s bracketed across Eggsy’s back. “I look forward to a repeat. Soon. And often.”

Eggsy snorts over a laugh and buries his face in the crook of Harry’s throat. “Yeah, we’re cleanin’ up before round two.”

He shifts, wincing when his foot catches the edge of a damp spot.

“And changing the sheets.”

“Mm.” Harry presses his lips to the top of Eggsy’s head, his breathing slow and easy. “We’ll rest up first, change the bed once we shower.”

A shower sounded good.

No.

A shower sounded excellent.

“Count me in”

----------------------------------------------------EPILOGUE---------------------------------------------------------

“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with Brazil.”

“Says you!” Eggsy rolls his eyes and leans back in his seat, arms crossed. “Can’t I least get Rox or Fred or even fuckin’ Tristan on wit me?”

Merlin rolls his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose beneath his glasses. “Eggsy, Percival is the only Agent with a fluent grasp on the majority of the local dialects.”

“I know like, four now. Ain’t that enough?” Eggsy pleads, leaning forwards and ducking his head to meet Merlin’s gaze. “I’ll be wit ‘em like, four weeks Merlin. I dunno bout you but I prefer to get on wit my partner when I’m sent to infiltrate a guerilla drug cartel half way ‘cross the fuckin’ planet-”

“Eggsy.”

He stops mid-rant, glancing up over his shoulder to catch Harry sauntering in from the tubes.

“Percival is an excellent agent, and he knows better than to isolate you under deep cover.” He strolls over to stand at Eggsy’s seat, flashing him a significant look. “He is senior, trust-worthy, and experienced. He’s your best shot at a successful mission.”

Eggsy feels thoroughly chastised. He glances down at the ground, scuffing his toe a bit. “He better learn to play fuckin’ poker or somthin’ or I’m gonna go bonkers.”

“He already knows.” Roxy saunters in now, Freddy in toe. She’s taken the lead in his transition to Agent, having been the number one candidate selection in her own recruitment. “Got a mean poker face on him, that one.”

“That he does.” Harry concurs. He nods to Freddy and Roxy before glancing back to Merlin, smiling. “I’ve got that diplomatic meeting in Ethiopia. I leave first light. Be sure all of the necessary arrangements have been made.”

“Two steps ahead of you Arthur.” Merlin sits back in his chair and offers him a smirk. “Your contact will be waiting to escort you on the plane.”

“Excellent.”

Harry finally turns to Eggsy, his expression softening. They’ve reached an equilibrium again in their lives. Work takes up most of their time, dragging them away from each other more often than not. But somehow, it just makes the time they have together all the more precious.

Not that they’ll have much of it before the morning; before Harry’s half a world away again.

“You have time to finish your briefing” He assures him, reaching down to smooth a hand across his cheek. “I’ll be staying at the airport after dinner.”

“An’ I’ll be in Brazil by the time you’re back in England.” Eggsy replies, more solemn.

Harry lets out a noise of understanding, leaning down to seal their mouths together firmly. Eggsy melts into the kiss, fingers curling in Harry’s collar. The man takes his time, audience be damned, licking into Eggsy in smooth, hard strokes.

By the time he pulls away Eggsy’s left breathless and reeling. He struggles to steady himself and glances up to Harry, catching a smile. “Do try not to give Percival a hard time.”

“Mm, not so sure that’s a promise I can keeps.”

“Of course not.”

He leans down to give Eggsy another slow, lingering kiss-

“I’ll meet you at dinner?”

“Sounds good wit me.”

Harry offers him one more smile before he turns on heel and makes his way back towards the tubes.

Eggsy resists the urge to follow him. He crosses his arms over his chest and makes with looking busy, focussing on the mission specs Merlin’s got plastered up on the big screen.

“Man, don’t you have it nice” Freddy asks as he makes his way into the briefing room, plopping down at Eggsy’s side. “Snogging the boss?”

“Yeah Eggsy.” Roxy takes his other side, raising his brows at him significantly. “Do tell.”

“I think y’all have had more than your fair share of TMI.” Eggsy points out, chuckling.

“No really though. Harry Hart.” Freddy shakes his head, leaning back in his chair. “What’s that even like?”

Eggsy mulls over it, folding his teeth over his lower lips. “You know what Freddy?”

“There are no words”

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“You’re late.”

“I’m not.” Eggsy laughs as he steps out of the dressing two, only to find his mother already waiting for him. She’s in a gorgeous blue gown, her hair done up in a delicate braid.

She outshines him by leagues.

Eggsy’s just lucky that his work’s so black tie-

They would have never had time for him to go home and change.

“Lookin’ good Mum.” Eggsy strolls up to her, taking her arm and flashing her a grin.

Michelle makes a humming noise and leans over to press a kiss to his temple. “Feelin’ good Eggsy.”

He squeezes her close when they trail out to the car, finding the driver already waiting.

Eggsy lets his mum slide in the front, holding the door open for her while she settles inside. He takes the back, where Jamal and Daisy are already waiting.

“Mate, I ain’t no good at formal dinin’.” Jamal states, picking up Daisy’s teddy when she tosses it to the floor. “Not all of us clean up so good as you.”

“Oi, don’t pretend you don’t look sharp.” Eggsy teases, buckling himself in before he leans down to take Daisy’s pudgy fingers in hand. “Plus, bruv, foods unreal at this joint. You gotta try it.”

“Aight, aight.” Jamal eases back in his chair when the start down the street. “Shit better be good Eggsy.”

“Oh trust me man,” Eggsy flashes him a cheeky grin. “It’s unreal.”

They make it to the hotel with five minutes to spare, but his mum still spends the whole time fretting that they’re going to be late.

Eggsy keeps his baby sister scooped up against his chest, trailing behind his mum as they weave their way through the luxurious hotel lobby. They don’t have time to take it all in, Michelle sees to that. She hurries them along at a near sprint, clicking her way forward at their front.

“Ah! There, think I see the restaurant now.” She pauses and turns to them, lighting up. “Eggsy, Harry’s brought Tom!”

“You’re kiddin’!”

Eggsy lets out a bright laugh as his mum turns on heels and rushes to the restaurant waiting room. Tom looks finely polished in a neat, crisp suit. He beams at Michelle when she draws close, pulling her into a soft kiss.

“So wut, I’m the only one wit no date now?” Jamal elbows at Eggsy’s shoulder to nudge him on.

“You got Daisy?” Eggsy offers, giving his sister a small bounce. She giggles and presses her face to his throat.

“Yeah.” Jamal’s expression softens when he reaches out to her, giving her bangs an affectionate swipe. “I’ve always got Daisy-girl.”

“Eggsy.” Harry makes his way towards them, his hands stuffed casually in his pockets. “Jamal. What a pleasure to see you again.”

“Thanks for invitin’ me sir.” Jamal takes Harry’s hand when it’s offered, giving him a firm shake. “Eggsy won’t shut up about this place. I’m pumped to give it a go.”

“I can promise you, it’s worth all the hype.”

“Good.” Jamal offers him a smile and turns to Eggsy, holding his hands out. “My dinner date, if you’d please Mr. Unwin.”

Eggsy can’t help but laugh. He shakes his head and hands his baby sister over, watching her curl around Jamal easily. “See, not so much ova third wheel after all.”

“Whatever you say bruv.” He starts towards the restaurant, flashing Harry and Eggsy a significant look. “They was supposed to seat us now, yeah?”

Harry nods, his smile crinkling up beneath the fabric of his eyepatch. “We’re right behind you.”

They wait until Jamal makes his way over towards Michelle and Tom before Eggsy reaches out, nudging Harry’s hand. “Thanks for doing this.”

“It’s my pleasure.” Harry curls their fingers together and gives him a firm squeeze. “A family dinner makes for a nice send-off, doesn’t it?

“Yeah.”

Eggsy lets Harry lead him towards the front of the restaurant, leaning into the older man’s shoulder.

“Yeah, it really does.”

End.