Quentin laughs a little, a teasing thing, as Eggsy squirmed and fucked himself, as he swore like that. Sometimes it was hard to read those lines, but Eggsy made it pretty easy. With Eggsy strung up and spread and needy for it, Quentin felt like he could do just about anything to him.

He nudged with a second finger. Things worked because they ought to work, and so Quentin sighed against Eggsy's ear as he pushed in with both those fingers.

"You're making a mess on my gloves, kiddo."