"I am." As much as he'd like to see how Eggsy does with a swat across the cock, Quentin doesn't want to hurt him.

Well. Not much anyway.

There's more of that teasing, a slow progression of touch here and there, a coaxing scrape of leather on skin or body-warm cotton. Quentin trails the tongue over Eggsy's cock more than once.

When he brings it up and swats a nipple, it's mostly gentle. Mostly.