henchweasel | duplicity: inbox

"I'm the guest, ain't I? Would of been the decent thing if I'd brought somethin' with me."

He moves closer, stepping into Fabian's personal space.

"Ain't planned on anything all that decent, though."

He smiles a little, surprised by how nice it feels to have someone actually want to be in his general vicinity without any bizarre compulsions that he's aware of. Of course, it shouldn't be a surprise, given the fact that Fabian invited him here for specifically this purpose, but... Whatever, it still is. Learning how to act like a person again is just a whole weird process.

"I wouldn't know what to do with decent, anyway."

Is it too forward to grab a guy by the shirt and tug him down to the bed with you? Oh well, Fabian's going to go for it anyway. It's not like Eggsy doesn't know he's impatient and demanding by now.

Eggsy is - grateful, if not quite consciously so, for the impatience. He doesn't want to think about what any of this shit means and any kind of personal reevaluation he might need to do. It's a lot easier to stumble to the bed with Fabian, already kissing him hard and filthy by the time they hit the mattress. His hair is still damp from the shower, skin still holding the barest flush from the hot water.

Fabian's certainly happy to act as a distraction to (and cause of??) inconvenient questions and self-reflection. This is all perfectly healthy avoidance that he's indulging in, himself, after all. And it's just so easy to shut his brain off as their bodies collide.

He has that freshly showered smell, nice and clean, which Fabian certainly appreciates, given their conversation. Knowing that Eggsy prepared for this just makes Fabian kiss him back with a rough, needy hunger, his hands finding their way under the other man's shirt, seeking firm muscles and warm skin.

"I see you're ready for this," he breathes out with a laugh.

"Look, your said some stuff about eatin' me out," Eggsy points out, voice already a little lower for arousal. "Felt like bein' clean is just - manners."

They reach for the bottom of Fabian's shirt in turn, pushing it up and over his head.

The mention of manners pulls a slight grin to his face. It was a good call, certainly saves them some time, since Fabian would've told Eggsy to hop in the shower if he hadn't.

"You really are a gentleman."

He's all too happy to get his shirt off, figuring Eggsy will do the same in the meantime. He drags his fingers down the other man's stomach, with just the slightest friction from his neatly trimmed nails, and hooks them in the waist of Eggsy's pants.

"What else have you been curious about?"

"You know what the stupid fuckin' thing said," Eggsy grumbles, but he's grumbling and getting undressed at the same time, so he's clearly not too bruised. "But I'm gonna be shit at it cuz I've never done it before, alright?"

Fine, he knows, but it doesn't mean he doesn't want to hear it! Still, Fabian gets... insecurity and all that, since he pretty much lives that life 24/7, so he decides to be semi-decent for once and offer some assurance.

"It'll be fine. As long as you don't use teeth, anyway." Which doesn't really need to be said, he knows. "And anyway, it's... been a long time since I've done this, so." He might not be a world-class ass eater after going, like, a decade without doing it. Besides, most of his experience has been on the receiving end.

Basically, on this, they're in the same boat. Kind of. Sort of. Whatever, less thinking, more doing.

"On your stomach."

Rolling onto his stomach in the company of another man makes him feel briefly anxious in a way that has nothing to do with Fabian and everything to do with a lifetime of internalised homophobia, but...he still does it.

If nothing else, he knows he's got a nice arse.

"Alright?"

Definitely a nice ass. Not that he's surprised; he's already admired the other's body before. Makes sense that the back would be just as nice as the front.

He positions himself between Eggsy's legs, hands going for the upper thighs to start, just sort of feeling, almost massaging his way up to the cheeks, as he watches the younger man's back muscles for tension. Fabian may not be the most kind or sensitive person, but he knows how weird ass play can feel at first, so. You know. He's not going to just dive in without preamble. It's no fun for him if he just freaks the guy out.

"If you don't like any of this, just... tell me, and I'll stop." He sounds almost uncomfortable to even be saying that, as if showing basic consideration just makes him feel way too awkward and vulnerable. Barking orders and being a prick is way easier.

He leans over, squeezing, then spreading the other man's cheeks, before running his tongue up the crack and over that tight ring of muscle.

"...Yeah. Thanks."

It's this small, maybe obvious sliver of reassurance that has him relaxing where what's going on might have made him lock up. Fabian's hands feel good, steady and warm, and then-

"Fffffuck," he breathes, legs opening wider despite himself. He wasn't sure how it was going to feel, really, but it's fucking nice. His cock, wilted to an uncertain half-mast, is perking right back up.

There we go. Eggsy's immediate reaction helps dispel any lingering uncertainty Fabian had been feeling about whether or not this was a good decision or an embarrassing disappointment in the making. He exhales, a short huff of a laugh, warm breath over wet skin and sensitive nerves, and doubles down on lavishing attention on his hole. Enthusiasm tends to go a long way, and he's got no shortage of that.

After all, even if Fabian does have a tendency towards being a pillow princess, there's something to be said for making a man come undone with his touch, or his mouth, or whatever.

Eggsy can't help thinking about Fabian's message. About how he said it's hot seeing guys get all desperate and lose control-

Because he's halfway there already. Enough not to react to Fabian's laughter, not least since it's followed by more of that tongue, those lips against sensitive skin.

He's squirming now, moaning, arching his back so he can rock back. He's riding Fabian's face and rubbing his dick against the bed with every roll of his hips. It's all so fucking good.

The way he reacts, the noises and squirming and insistent way he bucks into Fabian's face is about the best possible feedback he could get. The reaction alone is enough to get his cock at half-mast, and Fabian, ever susceptible to the distractions of his own desire, has to stop himself from redirecting his attention to his own stiffening erection. Keep his focus on Eggsy first, because there's nothing worse than a half-hearted ass eating.

(Okay, there's a lot of things worse, but that's not the point.)

Besides, he knows he'll get to be the focus soon enough. And with the way the younger man is fucking into his bed, it might even be sooner than he expects. He pulls his mouth away just long enough to encourage Eggsy's hips up and spit into his hand, before grabbing the other man's dick in a wet fist. Then it's right back to practically devouring his hole, while he strokes and makes sure to tease the head with his thumb.

"Fuck, fuck, yeah - Christ, Fabian -"

It gets to be too much, way too fast, with the combined pressure of those fingers and tongue and just - everything. It feels so good, and not wrong but not entirely right either, and it's...

Overwhelming.

Part of him wants to slow it all down, but the part that's chasing pleasure is fully in control. He comes with a groaned curse, hips jolting as he fucks the other man's fist.

Fabian doesn't stop as soon as Eggsy comes, but he does slow down, taper off the stimulation, his hand sliding away as he gives those last few gentler laps of his tongue.

It's always such a gratifying feeling, hearing his name cried out like that. Fabian can't help but smirk, even as he licks off what come had spilled on his hand. Well, it's either swallow it, or wipe it off on his bedding, so obviously he's going to take the cleaner option, that's all. He's not dick hungry or anything, okay? He sits back on his heels, giving Eggsy some space to move if he wants.

"Enjoy yourself?"

"Yeah. Fuck yeah," Eggsy sighs, rolling onto his side to smile down at Fabian. He feels hazy in the afterglow, aware of the reciprocity he's promised but just enjoying this moment.

"You're really fuckin' good at this stuff."

He suspects he's getting Fabian on his best behaviour, but he'll take it.

Definitely getting Fabian on his best behavior. Or, at least, somewhat unguarded behavior, with no schemes or ostentatious public personas guiding him.

Maybe it's just too hard to put on airs while hooking up in his shabby dorm room.

He returns the smile, and the praise has his expression brightening even more, before the usual wave of insecurity has him making an effort to tamp it down. Can't look too desperate for a pat on the head, after all.

"Well, I've... had some experience, and I wanted it to be good, so, ah, I mean. Good." Smooth babbling there. "Thanks."

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.

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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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