Eggsy (thinks he) is used to Duplicity’s bullshit so even though he, too, would like the real thing, this is good enough. He’ll take this. He has no idea if he’ll even see Quentin again, let alone what that will be like, so there’s just now for him.

If Quentin won’t actually fuck him, fine. Fine! He’ll take just this, too.

The leather of the gloves feels good and soft against his cock, finally giving him more than the teasing from before. His head falls forward against the wall and his hips rock into Quentin’s touch.

“Oh, fuck yes.”