Eggsy jerks violently as he feels the broad, soft tongue at his perineum, then starts to slowly melt into the covers.
“Oh,” he whispers. He sounds soft and breathless. Harry’s patient tongue seems to have even startled any expletives out of him because when it slides up slow and smooth, dragging across his hole, he only reiterates: “Oh!”
He pushes up on his elbows and looks over his shoulder – across the delicious curve of his back and the plump swell of his ass. He can’t see much other than Harry’s closed, serene eyes just before he is treated to another slow, leisurely lick.
His mouth drops open wordlessly and his head falls forward as he angles his ass up mindlessly – then suddenly he looks up and straight at Merlin with something akin to reproach.
As if he was making Merlin personally responsible for the fact that he had never been rimmed; never had the fortune to have someone take care of that bratty arse of his.’
It was wonderful to watch, though. They lad’s face was slowly crumbling and filling with a warm, red color as his hips moved in a sloppy rhythm, trying to fuck back on the slick muscle of Harry’s undoubtedly dexterous tongue.
Or how perfectly distressed he sounded when Harry’s soft, warm tonguing was replaced by his long, merciless fingers – slapping sharp against the wet, little muscle in between loving, suckling kisses he pressed against the heated skin.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Eggsy was whining and his hands were out and gripping Merlin’s forearms with bruising strength. His eyes were large and wet and staring right at him, and Merlin wondered whether the little virgin treat would be able to come from nothing but getting his slutty hole spanked.
He thought that this would become very interesting, indeed…
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