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Just the fact that he wanted it to be good makes Eggsy brighten in turn.

"I'm not gonna be able to do as good a job for you, all right? But - I'm just gonna try not to be shit," he says, trying to manage expectations. "Lie down for us."

Fabian would say something like: blowjobs are like pizza, and even a mediocre one is still pretty damn good... but that would require admitting he's eaten and enjoyed cheap pizza, which he would never do.

"It's only shit if we're not enjoying it," Fabian points out. Seems a better thing to say than unsolicited dick sucking advice. "Try not to worry about it."

He settles back on the mattress, wondering if he should give some pointers, or if that would be annoying. It's an odd feeling, being a first anything. In spite of his own assurance not to worry, he's still worrying about being... a good first dick. Both in terms of his actual dick, and in terms of his... general self. At least he's half-hard already, so at least there's no starting from scratch. (As if that'd be such an arduous task.)

Eggsy is worrying about - a lot - and distracts himself with action, shuffling down between Fabian's legs to pull down his sweatpants just below his hips. He brings his underwear along with them, exposing his half-hardness, and licks his lips unconsciously.

Okay.

Putting it in his mouth isn't really that different to touching it with his hands, is it?

He shifts closer, wrapping his hand around the base of his shaft, and then leans in to lick a slow stripe up the underside of his dick. He tastes like - not much. Sweat and skin. He can feel his pulse against his tongue.

He watches as Eggsy handles his cock, which is always a nice sight. He certainly would never complain about a handsome face between his legs. Between the sight, and the touch, and the tongue, it doesn't really take much for his dick to get fully hard.

He sucks in a sharp breath from the initial contact, then exhales in an almost contended hum. The initial warmth of a tongue, followed by coolness from the air, it's stimulating, to say the least. It's good, a good start. And for Fabian, who's usually so demanding with both his words and his body, it takes some effort to just... try to be not that for the time being. Not while Eggsy's still sort of feeling things out, anyway.

If it wasn't his first time, it'd probably be a different story.

It registers vaguely with Eggsy that it's nice of him not to get pushy right away, but with a dick in his face it's easy to get distracted.

What does he like when he's getting head?

He starts using that hand to stroke him instead of just holding him steady, and uses his tongue right at the tip - stroking over the exposed head, swirling around it, lapping at the slit. Trying to get a sense of Fabian's responses to each touch.

Oh. Ohhhh, there we go, that's it. He's still making some effort not to be pushy, but it's kind of difficult to stop himself from arching into the touch, his body seeking more wet heat on his sensitive tip.

"Ah, yeah, that's it..." His toes are practically curling from the attention to his slit, and Fabian bucks up without thinking. "Not too much--"

Apparently, if there's too much direct attention right there, he gets... wiggly.

Wiggly is kind of...cute, Eggsy decides, but not ideal when he's trying to give a half decent first go of sucking dick. So he changes tack, taking him in a little deeper - way less so than he'd planned, honestly. His mouth feels very full and his jaw stretched much sooner than he'd anticipated.

At least he's keeping his teeth out of the way, and his hands busy.

Fabian is so grateful that he hasn't gotten scraped by any teeth yet. And with the direct attention on his tip melting away into a blissful, general sort of pleasure, he can come back from that wiggly, overstimulated state. He's rolling his hips a little, reactive and chasing pleasure, but he's doing his best not to jerk too much or too suddenly and accidentally set off the other man's gag reflex.

And really, a hand and mouth working together can do the job capably. As long as he's being stroked, engulfed, adorned with attention, Fabian's happy to murmur praise and encouragement. He reaches down, not to grab his hair or hold him in place (which is best saved for blowjobs that aren't firsts, he figures), but to simply brush his fingers through short, damp hair affectionately.

That's nice. It's nice that he's maybe making the effort not to try steering him? Nice enough that Eggsy can try to take him in a little deeper-

Hrngh. Too deep.

He gags, splutters, and is definitely aware of his teeth skimming the underside of Fabian's dick when he hauls himself up.

"Fuuuck-"

More coughing.

It's been a while since he's had a blowjob that was just nice, if somewhat amateurish. The absence of any power plays, or threat of quota, or mind-altering aphrodisiacs is oddly refreshing, even. And Eggsy's exploratory, inexperienced handling of him is almost nostalgic. Reminds him of his first blowjob, with a friend of a distant cousin he met while on a summer vacation in Marbella and--

"Fuck!" It comes out as a shrill yelp as he sits right up, yanked out of him more by surprise than any serious pain. Of course, Fabian being the drama queen he is, the noise he makes is... outsized, for a little scrape of teeth.

"Sorry," Eggsy says, between coughs. "Bit ambitious there - did I hurt you?"

He's pretty sure it wasn't 'dramatic yelp' bad, but maybe Fabian's more sensitive?

Fabian's first instinct is to get upset, as if the slight, accidental scrape of teeth on his cock was a deliberate attack on his precious member. He frowns, but... then has to remind himself that, strange circumstances aside, Eggsy's pretty much the only friend he's even made in years, it's his first time, and they were having fun until he, as admitted, got a bit too ambitious.

He exhales and shakes his head.

"No, I'm... I'm fine. Are you? I didn't choke you, did I?"

What with his absolutely massive-- fiiiiine, his decent, respectable, but not too enormous dick.

"Nah, I'm alright. Thanks. Lemme..."

He leans in, wrapping a hand around the base of Fabian's dick and licking at the underside. Not quite kissing it better, but close.

Okay, well, that's enough to get Fabian perking up again-- not that his erection really suffered from the minor mishap. He settles back on his elbows, relaxing once more, and hums in appreciation at the attention.

"Just try not to take on more than you can chew," he teases. Er, possibly an unfortunate choice of words there. "And-- oh god-- try not to chew at all..."

Eggsy laughs under his breath.

"Yeah, don't worry. I might not be great at this but I got manners."

He starts stroking his shaft with one hand, dipping his head to take the first couple inches back into his mouth. Eventually he works out a rhythm, bobbing his head to stroke Fabian's dick with his lips and tongue, sometimes pausing to focus his attention on his tip - but not enough to get him wriggling, as much as he enjoyed seeing that.

He's abstractly aware that this is turning him on, too. Not necessarily the sensation of sucking dick, but the intimacy of it, the sounds Fabian's making, the awareness of what he's doing? Yeah, it's doing something for him.

Talking about manners over a blowjob. Fabian can't help but laugh a little, though it quickly melts into a pleased sigh. Well, Eggsy's certainly a quick study, because once he falls into a groove, Fabian's already forgotten his terrible, horrible, grueling dick trauma. (Not that he's got a tendency towards dramatics or anything.) Eggsy's found a good rhythm, one that sends his arousal rising, peaking, but pulling back before he gets wiggly and overstimulated. It doesn't take long before Fabian's getting noisy again, simply losing himself in the pleasure of it all, his hand finding the other man again, stroking his hair, the back of his neck with affectionate touches. The warmth, wetness, pressure, that's all good, and so's the feeling of another body between his legs, and the sounds coming from Eggsy's own mouth as he works Fabian over, and... right, the intimacy.

He'd forgotten what it felt like, for sex to be fun, an activity with somebody he actually enjoys the company of, rather than an endless power play or an impersonal quickie with a near stranger. He doesn't have to be on right now.

He's rolling his hips lightly, body moving on autopilot as his dick seeks more, but he's still careful not to lose himself in the movement and push too hard. He clutches the sheets with his free hand and manages to interrupt his own moaning long enough to find his words.

"Fuck, ah, that's good, so good, I'm gonna--"

Well, a gentleman warns before he comes.

Eggsy is - maybe more pleased with himself than he'd imagined he would or should be. He'd suspected that he wouldn't be going hard enough or fast enough or - something, that Fabian would have to pull him off and finish with his fist. Embarrassing.

As pleasantly surprised as he is by this development, then, he completely ignores what it actually means when a man tells you he's about to get off.

The first spurt of come on his tongue startles him enough to make him pull up, and very quickly his first blowjob also becomes his first facial.

Fabian's too busy closing his eyes and riding the wave of his orgasm to really register what's happened beyond "hey, there's a mouth on my dick and now there's not," so he doesn't have the... wherewithal to even try to redirect his aim or anything. He's just got that toe-curling, pleasure spiking rush going as he ejaculates... several spurts right on Eggsy's face.

Fabian settles back on the mattress, a relaxed, contented smile curling at his lips, as some post-orgasm giddiness begins to sink in.

"Not bad for a first, ah..." And now he takes a look at Eggsy. "...oh."

Eggsy blinks back up at him, streaks of come clinging to his chin and cheeks - then he just laughs.

He can't help it. Everything about this is so fucking ridiculous.

"...Christ. At least you didn't get any in my eyes."

Okay, oookay, what to do here, what's the proper etiquette when you accidentally jizz on someone's face? Fabian's not used to being, you know, considerate of others, so his initial reaction is just a bunch of useless stammering.

"I, ahhh, I-- I didn't mean to..."

Then Eggsy laughs, which is momentarily perplexing (mostly because Fabian would probably be screeching in an affronted meltdown if their positions were reversed), before it becomes contagious, and Fabian finds himself laughing along with him at the absolute absurdity of it all.

"Occupational hazard, it happens to the best of us. Well, not me, but..." Nobody has ever come on Fabian's face, and nobody ever will. "Here, let me--" He hops out of the bed, hiking his pants back up as he heads to the bathroom to grab some tissues. And a hand towel.

"Occupational?" Eggsy scoffs, though he's nowhere near offended. "I got called a rent boy enough at home, cheers."

He accepts the tissue to go about wiping his face.

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sob I did that thing where I brainstormed the tag but never actually wrote it outside of my brain

I feel that 😔

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