It's enough for Quentin to relent in some ways. He takes his hands off Eggsy's cock and peels his underwear down, tracing down his thighs until the spread of his legs caught them from going any lower.

Briefly, Quentin considers conjuring a knife out of the VR and cutting Eggsy's underwear off. He doesn't, after a moment of consideration. Maybe another time, when Eggsy will really be able to feel the release of the tension when the fabric rips.

Instead, he puts his hands back on him. Presses in against his back so he has all the weight and warmth of the suit, and those fine leather gloves fondling him. Teasing him.

"You're doing a good job," he sighs against Eggsy's ear, nipping the lobe and tugging slightly.