Quentin hums and sighs a little, pressing against Eggsy as he presses back on him, enjoying the little bout of friction as Eggsy squirms and gasps out his pleas. Teasingly, Quentin brings his hand up to rub his fingertips against Eggsy's cock, and then takes them away. Against his balls so gently, and then away. A seeking, reaching, filthy bit of touch against his taint, and then back to his hips.

"You look good like this." There's a bit of a flush down the back of Eggsy's neck and Quentin nuzzles at it a little bit. He wraps his fingers tight around the base of Eggsy's cock and then slowly moves the ring of his fingers up the length of him without lessening the squeeze.