It was, entirely. This was powerful, controlling this. Keeping Eggsy on that desperate edge and dragging it out. Maybe, and Quentin sort of hopes, Eggsy will cry. He seems like he'd look pretty good like that.
Maybe some other time.
He moves his hand a little faster, but still tight. It goes easy, because he supposes it ought to. Leather would catch in the real world, but not here. His other hand comes to Eggsy's ass, squeezing a cheek, fingers working inward until he can tease against his hole.
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It was, entirely. This was powerful, controlling this. Keeping Eggsy on that desperate edge and dragging it out. Maybe, and Quentin sort of hopes, Eggsy will cry. He seems like he'd look pretty good like that.
Maybe some other time.
He moves his hand a little faster, but still tight. It goes easy, because he supposes it ought to. Leather would catch in the real world, but not here. His other hand comes to Eggsy's ass, squeezing a cheek, fingers working inward until he can tease against his hole.