“I can’t. I can’t. I se-e-eeriously cahaha-” Eggsy was devolving into breathless giggles, face cherry red and hands weakly slapping between his shaking thighs at Merlin’s arms.
There wasn’t anything particularly funny about the situation, really, but Eggsy’s synapses tended to misfire when both Harry and Merlin focused on him long enough.
Merlin huffed and smirked, fingers gently rubbing at the quivering tendons near their boy’s groin until his cock started twitching; lying on Eggsy’s abdomen looking pink and vulnerable and spent.
“That’s it, lad,” Merlin gentled him through it, and watched Harry out of the corner of his eyes, a smug air around him.
Harry snorted and bumped shoulders with him – noting how Merlin easily went to the side, obviously assured in the fact that this time he drained their pet dry to the last drop.
Eggsy was no longer giggling now. His head was thrown back, neck stretched out and Adam’s apple bobbing as he panted and tried to calm down and not get a heart attack.
There were marks all over his delightful body; thin, red lines from scratching fingernails criss crossing over his chest from one angry red nipple to the next – the small buds erect and just as over sensitive as his poor, little dick lying in a puddle of his own cum.
“You’re not done yet, are you, dear boy?” he purred, leaning down low between Eggsy’s legs and pressing a soft kiss against his sternum.
Eggsy whined, high and almost distressed. His knees wobbled, trying to close his legs and deny Harry access, only to weakly fall open again. His hands were cramped over his cock, fingers curled around his balls to securely hold and shield everything as he shook his head.
“No way. No fucking way, cuz,” he murmured. Harry clicked his tongue in a soft “tut, tut”, then started pressing little kisses along Eggsy’s jaw bone – only too aware of Merlin’s smug silence from the sidelines.
“Good boy. My good, dear boy. You still have more in you for me. I know it. Just for me, hm? Gorgeous boy…”
Eggsy groaned and turned his head away from the seeking, gentle kisses Harry pressed against his face – but took his shaking hands away all the same. He looked delirious and flushed as he whispered “Just once more” over and over again, fingers digging first into the bedding, then into Merlin when his lover came close enough, while Harry went to work.
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