Merlin's voice sounds in his ear. "Evening, Arthur." "Good evening. Everything all right?" Merlin heaves a sigh. "Perfectly fine. Except that Galahad's bothering me because he wants you to watch his feed." Harry hadn't expected to hear from Eggsy again tonight, through his glasses feed or any other means. "[He is]<is|?"(click: ?is)[ He can't help wondering what's going on. "He's through with his mission, is he not?" "I don't think it's mission-related," says Merlin flatly. Harry is mystified. He's already said goodnight to Eggsy - after a long day of infiltration for Eggsy, with an early morning helicopter back to London to catch, it made sense for him to turn in early. They had talked on the phone; Harry usually only tunes in to Eggsy's glasses feed when a mission requires Arthur's guidance. "So he just wants me to watch his feed and... chat?"] "So it seems," says Merlin. "I'm just the messenger, I've been told not to watch. I'll let him explain, shall I?" "All right then, thank you," says Harry, already navigating to Galahad's feed on his laptop. On the projected screen of his glasses, he sees the connection to Merlin blink off. The video feed starts up on his laptop, and Harry sucks in a sharp breath. He can see Eggsy – surprising, since the glasses feed is from the agent’s point of view – and Eggsy is *naked*. Well, shirtless, amends Harry. Eggsy’s wearing only a towel around his waist and his Kingsman glasses. He’s looking at himself in the mirror of the hotel bathroom, so that’s what Harry sees through the glasses. If only there were a frame around the mirror, it would make a wonderful work of art, thinks Harry: a carefully laid out picture of Eggsy, naked and still wet from the shower, beautiful from the casual sling of the towel around his hips to his damp, mussed-up hair. Eggsy grins, apparently seeing the notification that Harry's watching. “Hey, Harry.” “Evening, Eggsy,” says Harry, knowing his voice will be transmitted from his laptop mic to Eggsy. "I thought you were going to bed." "Not sleepy yet," says Eggsy lightly, reaching up to run a hand through his hair, a motion that just happens to make the muscles of his chest and arms shift in a breathtaking way. Did Eggsy really get Harry watching his feed just to pose in front of the mirror? Not that Harry is complaining, of course. Harry could ask Eggsy [[what he's up to->Ask]]. Or he could skip that and just [[call him out->Tell]] for being a little show-off."What's going on, Eggsy?" asks Harry. “I’m bored, is all,” says Eggsy. "You're supposed to be resting. And I'm in the middle of some very important paperwork." Eggsy ducks his head and grins at the mirror. “Then you ought to be thanking me.” Harry sighs. Since moving in with Harry, Eggsy's gotten the idea that Harry *wants* to be interrupted when he's trying to get work done. Being Arthur takes a lot of work, so the constant interruptions are aggravating - never mind that Harry never finds himself complaining when it actually happens, when Eggsy shoves aside Harry's laptop to perch on his desk, legs spread, tugging Harry close by his tie. He clears his throat. "I'm not thanking you yet, my boy." "Wait 'til you see what I have to show you," says Eggsy, eyes bright under his lashes. Seeing that look in Eggsy's eyes sends a shiver of desire down Harry's spine. If this conversation is going where he thinks it's going, he should probably object: something about respectability, misuse of Kingsman technology - but he's never been good at denying Eggsy. So he lets his voice drop and asks, "And what's that, Eggsy?" Eggsy smirks and throws his shoulders back, pushing his hips forward. He reaches down and rubs a hand slowly up the front of the towel he's wearing. In the mirror Harry can see a suggestive bulge in the towel, and Eggsy's hand curving suggestively around it, and immediately his heart speeds up. Fuck the paperwork. "I was thinking about you in the shower," says Eggsy, with a little shrug like he's shy - but his eyes are sparkling, challenging, staring at himself as if he's meeting Harry's gaze. "You were, [were you]<shower|?(click: ?shower)[ And what were you thinking about, my dear boy?" Eggsy grins. "Mostly imagining you was there with me. I know you'd be trying to wash, 'cause you want me to go to bed and rest and all, but it'd be so *distracting* being all wet and soapy." Harry lets his eyes travel eagerly over the image of Eggsy on his screen. There are still droplets of water running down his chest, making a slow trail down his pecs and onto his stomach. "Yes, I can [imagine]<imagine|.(click: ?imagine)[" Harry pictures it, Eggsy squirming against him, all hot wet skin, slippery with soap. "I'd just have to push you up against the wall and hold you there to give you a proper wash." Harry can see how Eggsy shudders at the thought. "Oh, yeah, good plan -" Harry smiles to himself. "We'll just have to try that when you get home, then.]]" "Mm, yeah," breathes Eggsy, and presses his hand against the towel. "So, yeah, *this* is all your fault, and that's why you're going to face the consequences." "And what are the consequences?" Eggsy grins. "I'm going to touch myself and you're going to watch and suffer 'cause you're hundreds of miles away and can't do it yourself." Harry chuckles. He will suffer - he's already suffering, seeing Eggsy's gorgeous body framed so beautifully on his laptop screen, knowing he won't get to touch him for another day. There must have been a time when he didn't measure his life by when he gets to be with Eggsy, but it seems like the distant past. "Harsh consequence indeed," he tells Eggsy. "But what about you?" "What about me?" "Do you think you can handle me watching you - me *talking* to you - without me being there?" Harry's learned how weak Eggsy is to a few perfectly placed words - kind ones, or dirty ones, or preferably both. If he can speak to Eggsy, he's pretty sure he can make him squirm. Eggsy shivers. "I dunno, we'll have to see," he says, sliding his hands down to hook his thumbs over the top of the towel. If Harry wants to gain the advantage, all he has to do is [[make Eggsy wait->Wait]] to touch himself. On the other hand, he's definitely looking forward to seeing Eggsy [[without the towel->Remove towel]].(set: $wait to false)(set: $ask to true)"Eggsy," says Harry. "You're being very bad." "I'm not!" protests Eggsy immediately. "You're trying to tease me." Harry's voice is low, chiding. "Showing off, when you know it'll drive me mad not to be able to touch you." He's pleased to see Eggsy shiver at his words, a flush starting on his cheeks. Still, Eggsy plays innocent, blinking at the mirror. "Dunno what you're talking about." "Yes you do, you little tease," says Harry. He can't take his eyes off Eggsy, all bare wet skin, pink in the heat of the bathroom. Maybe going through with this isn't the wisest idea, he thinks, but his judgement has never been perfectly logical when it comes to Eggsy. Eggsy swallows at Harry's words, rocking a little in place. But his eyes are bright and he raises a challenging eyebrow as he says, "Ok, so if you're so upset, I'll just turn off the feed, yeah?" He even raises a hand toward the glasses. "Don't, Eggsy," says Harry. "Why shouldn't I?" Eggsy asks, deliberately cheeky. Harry loves when Eggsy is like this, pushing him, just to get Harry to push back. "Because I say so," he says, almost a [threatening]<threat| growl.(click: ?threat)[ "You'll be sorry if you do." Eggsy's eyes look wide. "Yeah? Why?" Harry pauses and lets the image take shape in his head. "Because if you disobey me, then as soon as you get home, I'll put you over my knee right in the front hall. I'll teach you a lesson you'll be wearing on that perfect little ass for weeks." The thought spirals hot through him. He's spanked Eggsy before and it was sublime, Eggsy hiccuping through his moans and pushing his ass up into each stroke. Eggsy's ass really is perfect, tight with muscle, and the pale skin looked amazing with the mark of Harry's hand on it. Eggsy must be reminiscing, too, because he whimpers, hips giving a little roll. "Harry -" "Do you see now, Eggsy? You had better do as I say."] "Ngh, okay," gasps Eggsy, and he drops his hand from his glasses. He squirms a little in place, but he keeps his gaze on the mirror, looking up through his lashes. "Good boy," says Harry, and Eggsy shudders. Harry looks him over, the elegant muscular planes of his chest, his stomach trembling with each breath. The towel around his hips is clearly tenting up, clinging to the shape of Eggsy's cock. Just the suggestion is enough to make Harry's heart rate pick up. Holding his voice steady, he asks, "Eggsy, are you hard?" "Yeah," says Eggsy breathlessly. "You want to see?" His mouth pulls into a little smirk as he says it, because of course he's eager to show off - but he doesn't move, just waits for Harry to tell him what to do. "Of course," Harry tells him. He's buzzing with the desire to make Eggsy take off the towel and [[show him everything->Remove towel]], but part of him wants to drag it out, [[make Eggsy wait->Wait]] before he lets him touch himself.(set: $wait to false)(set: $ask to false)The notification pops up on Harry's glasses: Merlin initiating contact. It's not coded as urgent, so Harry could always [[decline->No]] and get on with the paperwork he's doing. On the other hand, he's curious [[what Merlin has to say->Start]].Harry rejects the contact with a quick tap on his glasses and focuses back on his laptop. Moments later, the notification pops up again, this time marked slightly higher priority. Merlin is really not giving him a choice about this. Harry [[accepts the call->Start]]."Take off the towel, Eggsy," says Harry, heart pounding impatiently in his chest. Immediately Eggsy's eyes flash and he pulls off the towel, letting it drop to the floor. The picture in the mirror is complete now, nothing but naked, flushed skin, Eggsy's cock straining up towards his belly. Eagerly Eggsy reaches a hand towards himself, but Harry interrupts him. "Wait, Eggsy." "Why?" groans Eggsy, dropping his hand. Harry likes this view too much to cover any of it up. "I want to [admire you]<admire|."(click: ?admire)[ He smiles, tracing the length of Eggsy's cock with his eyes. "You look so lovely like this." "Harry," says Eggsy, as if he's annoyed, but Harry can see his cheeks turning pink. "Your cock is perfect, my gorgeous boy," Harry tells him, and he loves that Eggsy blushes even harder at that. "Look at it, Eggsy," insists Harry. Eggsy gives a little shake of his head, but Harry sees his eyes dart down anyway. In the mirror, Eggsy's cock is standing up proud and straight, skin flushed dark with blood. The tip looks shiny with precome. "And look, you're already so wet for me," murmurs Harry. Eggsy shudders. "Fuck, Harry, don't say stuff like that." "Why shouldn't I?" asks Harry, desire shivering through him at the way Eggsy reacts to his words. It makes him want to [say more]<more|. (click: ?more)[He drops his voice further. "I'd taste you if I were there. I'd get that delicious cock in my mouth and I'd suck you dry." "Harry, *stop* -" manages Eggsy, squeezing his eyes closed as his cock gives an eager little twitch. "Are you all right, my darling?" asks Harry, innocent. Eggsy opens with eyes with a frustrated whine. ]"You're killing me, Harry, just - fuck, can I touch it yet?" Harry's still tracing the delicious shape of Eggsy's cock with his eyes. "Not yet."] "Ah, Harry, come on," groans Eggsy, hands fisting at his sides, his hips giving an impatient little roll so his cock bobs in place. Eggsy looks so gorgeous like this, flushed and squirming. Harry's impatient too, blood running hot at the thought of [[watching Eggsy touch himself->Jerk]]. Of course, he could also [[make Eggsy squirm longer->Wait2]].Harry pauses, eyes sweeping over Eggsy's naked chest. "You're going to have to be patient, Eggsy," he says finally. "Patient?" repeats Eggsy, almost a whine. "I don't want you to touch your cock yet. Not when the rest of you is so gorgeous." Eggsy goes a little pink at that, like he always does when Harry calls him gorgeous. Never mind that it's true. Eggsy's young and beautiful and in amazing shape, all perfectly formed muscles. Harry could stare at him forever, drinking him in like a work of art. He has something better in mind at the moment, though. "You're the one who called me up to give me a show," he tells Eggsy. "So do it." "Do what?" asks Eggsy, fidgeting. His voice sounds innocent, but his eyes are bright and eager in the mirror. Maybe he's been planning this all along, naughty thing, but Harry [explains]<explain| anyway. "(click: ?explain)[Eggsy, what would I do if I were there with you?" Eggsy hesitates, and then with an insolent little shrug, tries, "You'd fuck me." And oh, Harry does like the sound of that. He sucks in a sharp breath just imagining it, bending Eggsy over the bathroom counter. They'd both be visible in the mirror then, Eggsy face-to-face with himself, Harry behind him, holding tight to his hips and sliding very carefully into the heat of him, watching Eggsy's face in the mirror as he pushes inside - He clears his throat. "Before that." "Um, kiss me," says Eggsy, tongue darting out unconsciously as he says it. Something else Harry desperately wants now, the warm press of Eggsy's lips, the sweet taste of his tongue - Harry tries to stay focused. "If I were there right now, I'd touch you, Eggsy," he says, low. "I'd put my hands on every gorgeous inch of you. I'd lick the water off you and I'd *touch* you, everywhere." "Oh, fuck," breathes Eggsy, a slow shudder running through his body. "That sounds good, Harry, fuck." "You're going to have to stand in for me, Eggsy," says Harry. "]I want you to touch yourself - your chest, your stomach. Show off for me, my beautiful boy." Eggsy makes a low, eager sound, face flushing, but he hesitates, keeping his hands fisted at his sides. "Go on," says Harry. "Ah, okay -" Gingerly, Eggsy raises a hand and rests it flat on his stomach. His hand rises and falls with his breathing. Slowly he slides it up, trailing over his stomach. Both Harry's eyes and Eggsy's are on the mirror, following the path of Eggsy's hand, tracing slowly over the dips and curves of Eggsy's abs. Harry wishes it could be his hand on Eggsy's skin, but this is nice too, watching Eggsy's blunt, capable fingers against his hard muscles, spreading out the drops of water that still cling to his skin. "Good boy," says Harry quietly, and Eggsy whimpers at that, arching his back to push into his touch. He looks even sexier like that, which they both notice. Eggsy's face is red but he tilts his chin up and poses, shoulders back, hand sliding up his torso. "Oh, my gorgeous boy," breathes Harry, and Eggsy draws in a shaky breath and keeps going, until his hand reaches his chest. He palms over a pec, tracing the shape of it, all the way up to finger the curve of his collarbone. Then, deliberately, he moves his hand back down so he can brush his thumb over his nipple. Eggsy shudders when he does it, arching up towards his hand, hips giving a desperate little thrust. Harry's breath catches. Eggsy's nipples are always sensitive to touch, but it's somehow even better to see Eggsy doing it to himself, making himself twitch and gasp out little needy moans. "[That's it]<it|," says Harry, low.(click: ?it)[ "I knew you'd like this." Eggsy whimpers, catching his nipple between two fingers and pulling at it. His whole body responds, rolling up, his chest pushing out. It's one of the sexiest things Harry's ever seen. "You're so sensitive, my beautiful Eggsy," he says, and Eggsy ducks his head, moaning. "Eggsy, *look*, I need you to watch," says Harry, with just enough command in his voice that Eggsy obeys immediately, meeting his own eyes in the mirror. He looks overwhelmed and dazed, but there's still a spark in his eyes that makes him a little defiant, a little proud in the way he displays himself for Harry. "Good," breathes Harry. This image is perfect - there's [almost nothing]<nothing| he would change. (click: ?nothing)[Except Eggsy's got his other hand fisted in the side of the towel, and that won't do. "Both hands, Eggsy," Harry tells him. "Ah -" Eggsy raises his other hand so he's got both hands up at his chest, rubbing and pulling at both nipples. Harry stares. Eggsy looks *obscene* like this, chest pushed out, head thrown back. "Bloody hell, Eggsy," groans Harry, and Eggsy just whimpers in response. ]] Eggsy's rocking his hips, desperate little thrusts at nothing. His mouth is half-open and his eyes are wide and dark. "Harry, fuck, I need -" he gasps out. "I know, my darling," says Harry. "You're so gorgeous like this, though, you've done so well -" "Nngh, *fuck* -" grits out Eggsy, dropping a hand to press against his cock through the towel, as if he can't help himself. "It's all right, my dear boy, you're fine," says Harry, soothing. "That's [[enough->Remove towel]] for now."(set: $wait to true)"Go on," says Harry finally. With a gasp, Eggsy curls a hand around his cock and gives himself a few quick, eager strokes. Harry *tsk*s. "Slow down, Eggsy." "Ah - yeah -" Eggsy squeezes a hand around himself, taking a deep breath, and then he starts stroking, slow. He seems to remember his audience, grinning at the mirror and asking breathlessly, "This good?" Harry watches. Eggsy's hand is sliding steadily up and down the length of his cock, leaving plenty of time to drink in the details of it. But as slow as the rhythm is, there's an urgency in Eggsy's every move: the way his fist clenches just a little under the head, the tension in his arm, the rock of his hips in jerky, intermittent thrusts that pushes his cock into his hand. Harry's voice comes out hoarse. "That's [wonderful]<wonderful|, Eggsy.(click: ?wonderful)[ Does it feel good?" "Yeah," gasps Eggsy immediately. "I'm glad, my darling boy, I want you to feel good." "Fuck, Harry - it'd be better if you were here -" "I know," says Harry slowly, thinking about it. "I wouldn't even fuck you, not right away." "Ahh, come on, Harry -" whines Eggsy, hand jerking on his cock before he forces himself to resume the steady rhythm. "I'd get you up against that counter and I'd kiss you and -" and Harry's distracted by that, always, the thought of Eggsy's eager wet mouth against his, but he keeps going - "I'd get that clever hand of yours on my cock, my darling, and meanwhile I'd take care of you." "Fuck -" gasps Eggsy, rhythm going a little ragged. Harry draws in a shuddering breath, imagining it, their hips pushed close against each other, their wrists brushing as they touch each other. "Wouldn't that be nice, Eggsy?]" Eggsy just makes a desperate, pleased little noise between gasped-in breaths, and speeds up. "Slow down," Harry tells him, but Eggsy gives his head a savage shake. "*Please*, Harry -" Harry drags his eyes off the frantic motion of Eggsy's hand to look him over. He's tense all over, muscles twitching in time with his strokes, whole body rocking in a primal rhythm. "You're close, aren't you, my beautiful boy?" "*Yes*, Harry, fuck -" Eggsy gritting his teeth as he tugs desperately at his cock. "Have been for-fucking-ever -" "You're the one who wanted to give me a show," says Harry, keeping his voice mild despite the urgent rush of need through his veins. "You didn't have to. You could have just rubbed off against the hotel sheets like the dirty boy you are." "Nngh -" Eggsy shudders all over, hand jerking on his cock. "It's 'cause - I knew - knew you'd get me off -" Harry's voice drops. "I will, dear boy, I'll take care of you -" "*Harry* -" "Come on, my darling, I want to see -" "Ah -" And Eggsy (link: "comes")[comes, his whole body tensing, shoulders pushing back as his hips thrust forward. He moans, open-mouthed, breath catching with each pulse that spills out over his hand. "*Eggsy*," gasps Harry, eyes darting across the screen because he doesn't know where to look, the beautiful mess of Eggsy's cock or his heaving stomach or the tremble in his broad shoulders. Finally he just watches Eggsy's face, flushed and scrunched up in ecstacy, until it relaxes in degrees and Eggsy takes a long, deep breath]. "Fuck, Harry," groans Eggsy finally, wiping his hand messily on his thigh. For a moment Harry just looks at him, (if: $ask)[[[drinking him in->Ask End]]](else:)[[[drinking him in->Tell End]]].(set: $mirror to true)"There's something else I want you to do for me first, Eggsy." Eggsy gives him a desperate look in the mirror. "*Harry* -" "Hush," says Harry. And Eggsy does, keeping his mouth closed, even if his eyes are bright with hunger. Harry clears his throat. "I want you to finger yourself." Eggsy's mouth falls open at that and he lets out a little whimper of need. "How does that sound, my darling?" "*Good*, fuck," says Eggsy eagerly, already shifting his legs apart. "Bend over the counter, then," Harry tells him, voice just a little hoarse. How he wants to be there, one hand between Eggsy's shoulder blades, the other working him open - Eggsy obeys, leaning forward and propping himself on one elbow. The mirror reaches down to the counter, so as long as Eggsy keeps looking at the mirror, Harry can see him in the reflection - so close, now, like Harry could lean in to the laptop screen and kiss him. As soon as he's bent over, Eggsy reaches back with his free arm. "Eggsy, dear boy, don't you want any lubrication?" Eggsy blinks, face flushed. "I - I don't really have anything," he says breathlessly, "and if it's a finger then I can do it without, done it before -" "Put your fingers in your mouth." "Fuck - okay -" He does it eagerly, opening his mouth for two fingers, still leaning in close to the mirror. "Good boy. I want you to [get them wet]<wet|." (click: ?wet)[Harry's breath catches as he watches the slide of Eggsy's fingers through his pink lips. "Christ, your *mouth*, my lovely boy -" "Nnnn," mumbles Eggsy, maybe trying to object, but his voice is blocked by his fingers. He pushes them deep into his mouth and then slides them out, already shining with spit - enough to wet his lips, and then he thrusts his fingers back inside. "That's it," gasps Harry, transfixed by Eggsy's mouth working around his fingers, the wet sound of his tongue - "Let me see, please, Eggsy -" Obediently Eggsy opens, shows the mirror the wet interior of his mouth, his fingers pushed against his tongue. He licks at them, tongue pushing between them. Harry groans, [imagining]<image| Eggsy's tongue against his skin instead. (click: ?image)["Oh hell, Eggsy, I wish that were me, feeling that perfect clever tongue -" "Mmm -" "And oh, I wish I could kiss you right now," Harry says, voice going low and urgent with how much he wants it - to take Eggsy's mouth, right now. Push his tongue in instead of Eggsy's fingers, lick up the sweet taste of him while Eggsy's still open-mouthed and moaning - but Eggsy'd definitely kiss back, oh yes, all fierce lithe tongue - Harry groans aloud, imagining it. It's not right that Eggsy can do this to him, that just the thought of him makes Harry weak and breathless. "*Eggsy* - Eggsy, do you know what I'll do when you get home?" "Yeah?" gasps Eggsy around his fingers. "Just *kiss* you, my sweet boy, for hours. Kiss you and kiss you, until your beautiful mouth is all red and you're squirming on my lap." Eggsy jerks his head up, fingers slipping free, enough to talk: "No, Harry, *fuck me*, please -" "I will, my darling, I will," breathes Harry. "You've got to get ready first." "Okay," gasps Eggsy, and he's licking at his fingers again, mouth open enough that Harry can see the wet shine of it. ]"Oh, that's good, Eggsy -" Eggsy makes a quiet little noise and closes his lips around his fingers. Harry doesn't object, because this view is still amazing. ]Eggsy's eyes flutter closed as he sucks, mouth working messily, until finally he slides his fingers out slick with spit. "That's it, go on," Harry tells him, but Eggsy's already reaching back. He just rubs himself at first, but it's enough to make him shiver all over, eyes bright and needy in the mirror. "Good boy. You can go as slow as you need." Judging by the spark in Eggsy's eyes, he takes that as a challenge. "I'm alright, thanks," he gasps. His shoulder twists back further and he lets out a whimper as he very obviously pushes a finger into himself. Harry's breath catches. "How does that feel, my darling boy?" "G-good," says Eggsy, half a moan, arm working. Harry wishes desperately he could see. There's always a roughness to the way Eggsy touches himself, a fearlessness, that never fails to leave Harry breathless and yearning. For now he just imagines it, the bold, eager thrust of Eggsy's finger. "Are you in deep, Eggsy?" "Yeah -" "Both fingers?" "I - I, uh -" Eggsy screws up his face, and then he whimpers again, eyes wide and dazed, as he does it. Harry can see the shudder that runs through him at the feeling of it. "Good work, Eggsy," Harry tells him, low. "Do you know [what you look like]<look| right now?" (click: ?look)[Because Eggsy's so gorgeous and filthy like this, back arched so he can reach back and fuck himself with his fingers. He's bent low over the counter, face so close to the mirror that Harry gets the disorienting but pleasant feeling Eggsy's actually bent over Harry's desk. His cheeks are flushed, his lips shining with spit, his eyes glassy and distant as he focuses on what he's doing. Harry swallows, need surging up inside him. "You look like you need to get fucked." "Ah - *please* -" "Are you getting yourself good and ready, my dirty boy?" Harry can't stop imagining pushing Eggsy's hand aside and sinking into the tight heat of him, and it's making his head spin. "I want you wet and open, so I can slide right in." ]Eggsy moans, whole body shaking, hips pushing back. "Ngh, I - *fuck*, Harry -" Harry can barely take it, the sight of Eggsy squirming and desperate, and the sound of his voice, rough with need. "You're so gorgeous, my darling boy," he tells him, low. Eggsy whimpers. "Harry, I'm so close -" "Do you want to touch your cock?" "Yeah, yeah, fuck -" And it wouldn't be right of Harry to make Eggsy wait any longer to [[get off->Jerk2]]. $wait[Although a perverse part of him knows [[he could->Wait3]].]"All right, my darling boy," says Harry, and Eggsy moans in relief. He slips his fingers free and brings his arm around to wrap his fist eagerly around his cock. At least that's what Harry assumes, but he can't *see* anything because Eggsy's still bent over the counter, ass sticking up behind him. Eggsy moans, though, whole body shuddering as he rocks into his hand, and Harry lets him have this for a moment before he interrupts. "Show me, Eggsy." "Huh?" gasps Eggsy, distracted. "I want to see you touching your cock." "Oh -" And Eggsy straightens and then turns, leaning back so he's half-sitting on the counter, looking down at his spread thighs and his hard cock. "This okay?" Harry had expected to see him in the mirror, where he can see his whole body, look into his lovely eyes through the glasses - but he can't complain about this set-up, not when he gets such a great view of Eggsy's cock this way. "[Excellent]<excellent|, Eggsy." (click: ?excellent)[His eyes are locked on the screen, which shows Eggsy's chest and stomach, curving down to his cock. "It almost feels as if I'm looking over your shoulder." "Yeah?" "As if you're sitting in my lap, maybe, back pushed up against my chest." Harry's voice drops as he warms to the idea. "Riding my cock and touching yourself for me." "Mm, yeah -" ]Eggsy makes a pleased little noise and starts stroking himself. Slow, so Harry can see the slide of his skin, every inch of his gorgeous cock as it's revealed. When Eggsy pulls down, the head juts out, round and flushed with a fat bead of precome trembling on the slit. Harry lets out a little groan and Eggsy whines eagerly in response, rocking a little in place. He slides his hand up, tight around the end of his cock, and brushes his thumb through the precome with a little gasp. Then his thumb's circling on the head, rubbing through the gathered slickness, and Harry can't tell if Eggsy's hand is trembling or his cock is twitching under his touch or both. "Eggsy - you're the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen -" "Nnngh, *Harry*," gasps Eggsy, and with a sudden urgency he palms over the head of his cock, slicking up his hand, squeezing at himself until he gives a helpless whimper. Then he's got his hand on his shaft, faster now, fist sliding easily with a layer of precome under it - Harry's heart is pounding so loudly in his ears he can barely hear the dirty rhythmic sound of skin on skin, or Eggsy's ragged, desperate breaths. Suddenly Eggsy pulls his hand off and there's a wet sound as he spits into his palm. His hand on his cock is fast and messy now, and his skin is shining wetly. Harry struggles to keep his voice even. "You shouldn't spit, Eggsy, [it's rude]<rude|."(click: ?rude)[ Eggsy doesn't answer, just pants, so Harry goes on. "You're filthy though, aren't you? You just had a shower and now you're going to have spit and sweat and come all over you. Dirty boy." "F-fuck, don't say stuff like that -" gasps Eggsy, shuddering so hard the feed is blurry. "Why shouldn't I? You're my dirty boy, aren't you?" "Yeah," says Eggsy, and then with a gasp, "You're the dirty one - making me do all this -" "This was your idea, naughty boy," says Harry. "Bloody good idea, though -"] Eggsy just moans in response, hand moving frantically. "I'm fucking close, Harry, fuck -" And oh, the tension's almost unbearable - but Harry doesn't want this to end, either. He seeks for a way to drag it out. "Try using both hands, my darling," he tells Eggsy. With a little whine of impatience, Eggsy does. It throws off his normal rhythm and makes him last a little longer, one hand stroking his shaft and one squeezing the head. Harry can't see much of Eggsy's cock but he loves to watch his hands, urgent but competent, working in unison. Eggsy keeps trying to moan and talk at the same time. "Fucking *shit*, Harry - ah, I, I hope you're getting a kick out of this 'cause I'm - uhn, *fuck* - Harry, *Harry* -" "That's it, good boy," breathes Harry, and Eggsy's breath catches and he [comes]<comes|.(click: ?comes)[ The muscles of his stomach and legs go rigid as his hands tighten around himself, and he's moaning helplessly, come pulsing in waves into his hand, spilling between his fingers to slide down his shaft and drip onto the floor. "Look at that mess, you filthy boy," says Harry quietly, and is rewarded when Eggsy gasps out a desperate "Harry -" and his hands clench as they work through the last aftershocks.] Eventually Eggsy shudders and lets out a long breath. Harry's heart is still pounding, but he makes himself (if: $ask)[[[take a deep breath->Ask End]]](else:)[[[take a deep breath->Tell End]]] too."No," says Harry. "Harry, fuck, *please* -" Eggsy's eyes in the mirror are wide and desperate. "You've been so good," says Harry, quiet and soothing. "I know you've waited a long time." Eggsy moans, rocking forward, then back onto his fingers. "Yeah, a long fucking time," he gasps. There's tension obvious in every line of Eggsy's body, need for release, and Harry almost feels bad making him wait longer. But the idea he's had is too good to pass up, and he knows Eggsy can handle it. "Is there are full-length mirror in the room, Eggsy?" Eggsy blinks. "Yeah, on the closet door, I think." "Could you please go there?" Eggsy looks non-plussed as he slips his fingers out and stands up. "Why?" "I want you to sit in front of it and spread your legs so I can see every part of you." Eggsy gapes, face flushing. "Christ, that's - fuck, Harry -" "That doesn't sound good?" asks Harry innocently. "Yeah, it sounds fucking good - just sounds *perverted*, for god's sake -" says Eggsy, but he's already leaving the bathroom, padding across the hotel room's carpet to the closet. He opens the door and folds himself gracefully to the floor a couple feet away, so he can see himself completely in the mirror. His cheeks are still pink, but he doesn't hesitate, just leans back on an elbow and spreads his legs, knees up, exposing himself to the mirror. He's almost shaking but his eyes are bright. "How d'you like that, Harry?" "Rather a lot," says Harry, voice hoarse with the sudden rush of lust in his veins. In the mirror he can see *everything*, from Eggsy's cock, drooling precome on his stomach, down to his hole, pink and hungry. Harry loves the view, and he loves the way Eggsy looks right now: proud and eager, but just a little embarrassed at the same time. "Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are, my darling?" "Uh -" Eggsy squirms a little, leaning back on his elbow but keeping his eyes on the mirror. "You call me your gorgeous boy all the time..." He says it quietly, awkward but pleased. Harry loves that Eggsy's still embarrassed at being complimented, or maybe at being called Harry's, or both. Harry's definitely not going to stop doing either of those any time soon. "That's because you are, my lovely Eggsy." Eggsy just fidgets more at that. "Harry, c'mon," he says, hips pushing up a little. "Can I touch myself or what?" "Impatient boy. You can touch everything except your cock." Eggsy's mouth falls open. "Harry! Are you fucking kidding me?" Harry is quiet, and Eggsy groans, "Fuck you, Harry," but goes for it anyway, sliding his hand down between his legs. He drops a leg to the side so he can reach without touching his cock, even accidentally. Harry and Eggsy, propped up on his elbow, both watch the progression of his fingers, tugging at his balls and skating the inside of his thighs before quickly finding his hole. Eggsy rubs around the edge for a moment, holding his breath, and they both see the way the muscle flutters eagerly. Eggsy whimpers as if he can't wait and slides a finger into himself, just the tip at first, but he's already open enough that it's easy to keep pushing it in, taking shallow shuddering breaths. "Good boy," groans Harry, "that's it," as Eggsy pushes deep inside, and then pulls out, slowly, gasping. Then it's both fingers, slow but steady, and Harry can see his hole stretching to accommodate them. Eggsy's quiet for the moment, just ragged breathing, and it's Harry who's moaning, watching the tableau on his screen, so filthy and so, so beautiful. Slowly Eggsy speeds up, thrusting in and out of himself, his whole body getting into it: hips thrusting forward, knees falling even farther apart, torso tensing with every slide of his fingers. He's making little whimpering moans that sometimes turn into words, "Harry, oh, fuck -" and "*Want* -" "What do you want, my darling boy?" asks Harry quietly. "Want you to fuck me, Harry, god -" "I would, Eggsy, dearest, if I were there [I would]<would|," gasps Harry.(click: ?would)[ "I would be on top of you right now, and I would hold onto you and *fuck you*, my beautiful boy, spread you open and fuck right to the core of you." "Harry, fuck, *please* -" gasps Eggsy, fingers going harder, hips almost lifting off the ground. Harry's picturing it, the sweet warmth of Eggsy around him, and Eggsy writhing under him, hands around his shoulders, playing with his hair. He groans, frustrated, because looking at Eggsy like this, the mental image is so easy and so tempting. His mind keeps circling over the thought of being right there, kneeling in front of Eggsy on the floor, and what he could [do to him]<do|. (click: ?do)[Because climbing on top of Eggsy and fucking him is a brilliant idea, but watching Eggsy spread wanton in the mirror gives Harry an even better one. "Or I would put my face between your legs, Eggsy," he pants, "I'd kiss you everywhere and I'd lick your sweet little ass, get my tongue into you -" "No - Harry -" moans Eggsy, shuddering, his eyes squeezing closed. "God, you're *filthy* -" "I can't help it, not when you're spread out like this, sweet boy - I want to suck your cock, too, every delicious bit of it, until you're crying and coming down my throat -" "Oh, oh fuck - please, Harry, please -" ]"Eggsy, darling, I'll do it when you get home - everything, I promise -"] Eggsy moans at that, pushing his fingers deep. And then his whole body jerks and he gasps, eyes going huge and dazed in a way that sends a surge of hot recognition through Harry. "That's it, there you go -" breathes Harry, watching as Eggsy twists his fingers just so and manages it again, catching that spot that makes him cry out and arch his back. Harry's heart thuds eagerly in his chest as he watches Eggsy work his fingers, mouth falling open, moaning every time he crooks his fingers just right. His moans keep building, until he gasps, overcome, and tosses his head back. When he does, all Harry can see on his screen is ceiling. "Eggsy, look at the mirror," he growls urgently. Eggsy sits up again, pausing for a moment to readjust himself on his shaking left arm. "Fuck, Harry, I'm tired," he says, breathless. "Can't I just take off the glasses and point them at myself?" "I want you to watch too," Harry tells him, voice low and intent. Eggsy flushes at the thought. "Fuck, okay -" He props himself up so he can watch the mirror, torso curved to keep his hips tilted up, and watches as he fucks himself, the smallest movements of his fingers triggering desperate rolls of his hips, making his muscles flex and tense. He watches his cock, red and desperate, rubbing a slick puddle of precome into his stomach. Harry can tell from the movement of Eggsy's eyes, jumping hot and greedy across the mirror. It doesn't take long for Eggsy to be trembling all over, moaning on every breath. Finally the words burst out of him: "Please, *please* -" "Please what?" "Please can I touch my *cock*, Harry, fuck -" Harry pauses, lets Eggsy squirm, and then - "No, Eggsy." Eggsy almost sobs at that. "Harry, come *on* -" "I want to see you come like this." A shudder jolts through Eggsy. "Harry," he groans. "Harry, I can't." "You can, my dear boy, you've done it before." "When you were fucking me!" protests Eggsy. And it's true, it's always been with Harry's cock deep inside him that Eggsy can come untouched, howling and digging his heels into Harry's flanks, spasming so tight that Harry's dizzy just thinking about it - "I believe in you, Eggsy," says Harry. "Show off for me, my darling." "Fuck, Harry - you're killing me -" But it's more likely Eggsy will be the death of Harry, the way he's working his fingers in long, urgent strokes, whole body rocking in rhythm, mouth half-open and spilling desperate little moans. Harry can see him *trying*, face flushed and scrunched up, body tensing, cock twitching against his stomach. "You're such a good boy," he says softly, and Eggsy whimpers, rhythm growing frantic. "Look at yourself, look at how sexy you are. I can't wait for you to come all over yourself, my beautiful boy." Eggsy's almost sobbing. "Nnngh, *fuck*, Harry, need you -" "I'm right here, Eggsy, love, come on." And then, abruptly, finally, Eggsy is [coming]<coming|, cock still untouched.(click: ?coming)[ He arches up, crying out, hole clenching around his fingers. His cock is jerking against his stomach, spilling long ropes of come across his abdomen. Harry's breath catches and he barely manages to gasp, "That's it, oh my darling boy, my Eggsy, you've done it -" hoarse and broken as he watches Eggsy trembling apart on his screen.] When Eggsy's done he collapses onto his back, giving a long, low moan. "Fuck." Harry swallows and (if: $ask)[[[clears his throat->Ask End]]](else:)[[[clears his throat->Tell End]]]."How was that, my sweet boy?" asks Harry. "Amazing." Eggsy (if: $mirror)[gives the mirror](else:)[moves to look in the mirror, giving it] a satisfied grin. He looks wild and fucked-out, messy with sweat and come, and Harry's can't imagine a better look on him. "What about you, Harry? Did you like the show?" "Oh, so very much," answers Harry immediately. Desire's burning him hotter than ever, and without the urgency of Eggsy's needs distracting him, he's extra aware of it: the pound of his heart and the pulse in his cock, still trapped in his trousers. It hits him so hard he gasps. "I want you so badly, Eggsy -" Eggsy ducks his head, smirking up at Harry. "You know, Harry, this is your fault." "My fault? This was *your* devious little scheme, my boy. I was going to have a perfectly boring evening doing paperwork." "Your fault for being so bloody amazing I can't stop thinking about you." Eggsy's glancing up at him from under his lashes, coy and earnest at once, and his words rush hot over Harry. Harry feels like he's overflowing with fondness and arousal and it's all for Eggsy. "I don't know what to do with you, Eggsy," he tells him. "You'd better get to bed before you drive me completely mad." "What? What about you?" "I may have to take things into my own hands," says Harry delicately. "But you should rest. You have a busy day tomorrow." "Well, actually, I don't think there's much I can do until Lancelot finishes recon, so -" "Yes," interrupts Harry, "But there's quite a lot I'm going to do to you when you get home." "Oh," says Eggsy, turning adorably pink at the thought. "You sure I can't do anything for you now?" "You've already done plenty, believe me," says Harry. He's so hard he's liable to come as soon as he gets a hand around himself. "Okay, you're the boss." Eggsy smiles at him in the mirror. "Good night, Harry." "Sleep well, my dearest." And the picture on Harry's screen blinks to black as Eggsy [[turns off the feed->End]]."Was that good, my darling?" "Fuck, yeah," gasps Eggsy breathlessly. He (if: $mirror)[gives the mirror](else:)[moves to look at the mirror, giving a] satisfied smile, his eyes dark and half-lidded, and Harry's heart clenches because he's *so gorgeous*. Eggsy gives a little sigh. "So, did I do okay, Harry?" "You did so well, Eggsy, you should see what you've done to me -" Harry's so hard his cock is pushing obscenely against the seam of his trousers. Eggsy's orgasm looked satisfying for Eggsy, but it only made things worse for Harry, crystalized all the need inside him into a shivering ball of tension in his stomach. Harry can't resist going on. "I wish you were here, my beautiful boy - I need you to suck me -" "Yeah?" says Eggsy, flushing a little. "Wish I was there too - I'd be on my knees in an instant." Harry breathes out a little groan, already picturing it - but no, he shouldn't go down this road yet. He clears his throat. "But you're not here, and anyway, you need to go to sleep." "No," says Eggsy, almost pouting. "Let me help you - I can't say all that dirty stuff like you do, but, I don't know -" Harry's tempted, heart pounding at the thought of making Eggsy talk him off - Eggsy, who responds so beautifully to "that dirty stuff" and blushes so hard at it - But he really *does* want Eggsy to rest, and he's so close to the edge right now, he can save the pleasures of instructing Eggsy to talk dirty for later. "What did I tell you about doing as I say, Eggsy?" he asks, voice dropping. Eggsy's eyes widen. "I - okay -" "Go to bed, and you can *help me* tomorrow." "Yes, Harry," says Eggsy, giving an eager little shiver. "Good night, Eggsy," says Harry, pleased. "Night," says Eggsy, grinning at him as he reaches up to [[turn off the glasses feed->End]]. The video window closes and Harry's looking at his normal, work-filled laptop screen again. He thinks about the reports he was supposed to be reading tonight. Merlin will be expecting to discuss them tomorrow. But at the moment, Harry has much more pressing matters to attend to. Too bad for Merlin. Judging from his attitude earlier, Harry guesses he's already prepared to tease Harry about Eggsy's private showing. It can't make it much worse to delay work a little longer. Harry settles back in his chair, hand drifting down to undo his trousers. He closes his eyes and immediately all he can see is Eggsy, naked and hard, bright-eyed and pink-cheeked. Harry's so grateful for Eggsy, his eager, creative Eggsy, sweet and gorgeous and his. He barely gets in three strokes before he's coming, with a low groan, picturing Eggsy in his head. [[Restart?->Alert]]