Nah, only if they're fit as fuck and we hit it off.
[He wonders if it'd be lame to mention that he's never invited anyone to his room just to ask them to fool around. Probably. Eggsy's young and he figures that sort of stuff is expected of him, but he's not had the time, or desire, to do much of any of that. He slides his leg to the side, pressing his calf up against Tony's. It's not much contact, but it'll at least give him an idea of how much it's wanted, if at all.]
And if we're bein' completely honest, I'd really like to fuckin' kiss you. [Eggsy's smile goes a little softer, less smirk and a little more polite. He wants a lot of things, but he needs Tony to give him the go ahead.] If you want.
[His gaze drops down to the leg pressed against him. Itâs a little unexpected the first person who heâll fool around with on the Moira is a 20-something year old guy, but he hasnât exactly been looking to get laid. Too much going on right now for him to even humor the thought. But when opportunity knocks on his door, Tony isnât one to turn it down, especially when itâs executed with such sincerity.
Truthfully, he hasnât thought of Eggsy as anything more than a cute kid, but, now that the idea of him as a potential bedmate has been pushed up to the forefront of his mind, he canât entirely say he doesnât find him appealing in that way (or maybe heâs just this easy).
But his last comment is all the signal Tony needs before heâs pushing himself out of his seat to rest his right hand on the back of Eggsyâs chair. Reaching out to tilt his chin up with his left hand, he dips down to capture his lips in a slow, deep kiss, which he eventually breaks with a slight grin.
[Tension thrums through him as Tony stands, tipping back as he rests his hand on Eggsy's chair, his back arched so he can look up at him. This is the point where he should move or do something, but he's almost frozen, lips parting as their mouths press together. In the back of his mind, he'd assumed that he would be the one to get up and kiss Tony, to crawl into his lap and give as good as he wanted to get. It's nice, that Tony took control and showed Eggsy instead, and it's that slight grin when he pulls back that snaps him out of his stupor.
Eggsy slides his hands around Tony's shoulders, rolling his body up and against the other man's as he leverages his feet to push them both into a standing position. He stretches up and kisses him again, all enthusiasm, head canting to the side just enough to slot their mouths together.]
[His arms easily find their way around Eggsyâs waist as he gently presses him closer against his chest. He angles his head slightly, deepening the kiss. He hopes the kid is prepared to go all the way with him because he has no intention of stopping now that theyâve started. As enjoyable as kissing is, he doesnât do it without the promise of sex attached. And just to make his point clear, Tony slides his hands further down until he has a good feel of his ass through the fabric of his pants.
They donât linger there for long, however. Instead, they continue their travel to just below it as he lifts him up by the underside of his thighs. Waiting for him to wrap his legs around him, Tony nips at his lower lip before he turns his attention to the curvature of his neck. He has a solid sense of where the bed is located and he figures itâll be a better place to continue this, so heâs moving them there.]
[Eggsyâs never had anyone quite like Tony pressed up against him, kissing him. Heâd be a mess, muddling his way through all of this if it werenât for the fact that he did wing almost everything else that he did. That experience helps a bit more with this, and the rest he lets his body do naturally.
He groans against Tâs mouth, hopping up with his hands at his shoulders to wrap his legs around him. That T can do that is sexy as fuck and he drops his head back to expose more of his throat.]
Fuck.
[The word slips out with a tiny whimper, face flushing. He leans back and grabs the hem of his shirt with one hand, tugging it up and over his head, switching the grip at Tâs shoulders when he needs to.]
[It doesnât take him long to locate the bed. Lowering Eggsy down onto the mattress, Tony pulls away to shed his uniform jacket and then the shirt underneath it, discarding them on the floor. As much as he favors his R.T. node (considering it sort of keeps him alive), he has spent more time on this ship concealing it than displaying it, so itâs pretty nice to be able to show someone without worrying about how he may react to it. Kidâs at least seen it through his shirt before.
And honestly, he just doesnât want it to distract from what theyâre doing, which is why he wastes no time in reacquainting himself with the slope of Eggsyâs neck. His right hand travels down his chest, slowly familiarizing itself with the bumps and ridges of the musculature beneath his touch until it finally comes to a stop at his hip. Lips parting, he moistens the area at the base of Eggsy's neck with the tip of his tongue before he pulls the skin into his mouth to suck on lightly.
Even if Eggsy does fumble, he can rest assure Tony can continue to take the lead for the both of them. His fingers begin their work of unbuttoning and unzipping the kidâs pants. Garments are only going to be a hindrance where they're headed.]
[It never occurs to him that heâs way out of his league with T until heâs smoothly lowered to the bed and his jacket and shirt are removed. Thereâs no hesitation, no nerves, and it calls to the part of Eggsy that takes it as a challenge to do better, to be the best he can be.
He reaches out to brush his fingers across Tâs chest, circling the R.T. node, eyes wide in awe. Eggsy doesnât touch it, if itâs anything like what he thinks it might be, he wouldnât want to risk doing anything to it, but it gives Tony an edge, something unique about him thatâll be unforgettable. If his charm and being fit werenât enough to do that already.
Eggsy drags his hands down Tâs back, over muscle and dips, tips his head back and exposes his throat to the other man. Itâs one of his more sensitive spots and he arches his body as T works a mark onto his skin. He bats his hands away from his pants, pushing them down and over his hips, wiggling his body to help get them down. He uses his knees and feet to get them the rest of the way off, kicking them aside. Then his hands move to Tâs trousers, huffing as he works to unbutton them.]
[Heâs glad Eggsy considers his R.T. node memorable, but heâs going to make sure he forgets itâs even there in a couple of minutes. Backing away, Tony momentarily rises from the bed to remove the last of his clothing. It gives him enough time to consider how experience the kid is â either his straightforwardness comes from bravado or it has to do with actual confidence from past sexual encounters. Maybe he should ask him how much he has actually done.
He wouldnât want to make him uncomfortable. Resettling on the bed, Tony wraps his fingers around the base of Eggsyâs cock as he begins a light stroke. He rests his left hand near the edge of the bed while he leans down to press his lips against the corner of his mouth.
[Eggsy's glad T doesn't ask - it's all bravado when it comes to this, not that he's ashamed of that. His experience with men is limited, but he's never let the unknown stop him. What he does know, though, is that there's a warm hand on his cock, and warm lips pressing kisses against his skin. He's always been tactile, starved for touch and attention, and T's giving him that.]
C-come back, yeah?
[His breath hitches, a hand reaching up to grip T's arm to tug him back on the bed.]
[He readily follows the pull to his arm, positioning back above him on the bed. Continuing to work on his length, Tony reaches out to take a hold of Eggsyâs hand, bringing it down to his own.] Help me out here. [He instructs lightly as he wraps Eggsyâs fingers around it.]
I need you to get me hard. [He can already feel Eggsy growing more rigid beneath his touch. It has admittedly been a while since heâs slept with a man. Tony usually goes for women, unless the opportunity presents itself. It isnât something he shares with others, which is why he still feels somewhat entertained by the notion of sleeping with one so soon. On a spaceship.]
[Eggsy feels a little stupid not reciprocating immediately, but admitting that means owning up to not quite knowing what he's doing and he doesn't want to do that. Fake it until you make it or something like that. He lets T guide his hand, fisting his cock and slowly stroking, working the tip and trying to get a feel for what the other man prefers.]
Yeah, course.
[He tries to ignore just how good Tony's hand feels on him, focusing instead on helping him get hard. Eggsy's got his eyes down between them, watching their hands move, teeth pressing into his lower lip in concentration. He looks up sharply, goes for honesty because it's the right thing to do.]
Yeah, but it weren't with a man.
[He's kissed a guy, but it never went further than that.]
[Wait, did he just say heâs never been with a man before?
It actually makes Tony take pause as a small frown creases his brows. He suspected Eggsy didnât have a lot of experience with sex, but he never thought he would be his first man. Maybe he shouldnât have jumped to the conclusion that the kid has done this before. He just seemed so confident in his approach. Itâs a little startling, all things considered.]
And you just happened to decide I should be your first. [Itâs said as more of a statement than a question. He stares at him for a moment before he releases a small sigh. Considering how far theyâve gotten, no point in stopping it now. He resumes the steady motion of rubbing the member enclosed in his hand, starting along the base to the tip. Dipping down, Tony revisits the slope of Eggsyâs neck with his lips, finding time in between to ask:] Why didnât you tell me?
[Eggsy hums, focusing on what he's doing. He doesn't know what Tony enjoys and he's determined to find out. He moves his hand faster then slower, increases the pressure and lightens it, circles the head and keeps his eyes on T's face while he does it.]
Yeah, why not? [His face scrunches up. He thinks maybe he shouldn't have said anything. Eggsy certainly doesn't want to stop.] Didn't want you to hold back just cause I ain't done it before.
[He tips his head and makes room for Tony to kiss him, stroking his cock slowly.]
Don't want you to worry or nothin'. [Eggsy reaches up with his free hand, tangles his fingers in Tony's hair.]
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[He wonders if it'd be lame to mention that he's never invited anyone to his room just to ask them to fool around. Probably. Eggsy's young and he figures that sort of stuff is expected of him, but he's not had the time, or desire, to do much of any of that. He slides his leg to the side, pressing his calf up against Tony's. It's not much contact, but it'll at least give him an idea of how much it's wanted, if at all.]
And if we're bein' completely honest, I'd really like to fuckin' kiss you. [Eggsy's smile goes a little softer, less smirk and a little more polite. He wants a lot of things, but he needs Tony to give him the go ahead.] If you want.
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Truthfully, he hasnât thought of Eggsy as anything more than a cute kid, but, now that the idea of him as a potential bedmate has been pushed up to the forefront of his mind, he canât entirely say he doesnât find him appealing in that way (or maybe heâs just this easy).
But his last comment is all the signal Tony needs before heâs pushing himself out of his seat to rest his right hand on the back of Eggsyâs chair. Reaching out to tilt his chin up with his left hand, he dips down to capture his lips in a slow, deep kiss, which he eventually breaks with a slight grin.
Think you got your go ahead.]
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Eggsy slides his hands around Tony's shoulders, rolling his body up and against the other man's as he leverages his feet to push them both into a standing position. He stretches up and kisses him again, all enthusiasm, head canting to the side just enough to slot their mouths together.]
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They donât linger there for long, however. Instead, they continue their travel to just below it as he lifts him up by the underside of his thighs. Waiting for him to wrap his legs around him, Tony nips at his lower lip before he turns his attention to the curvature of his neck. He has a solid sense of where the bed is located and he figures itâll be a better place to continue this, so heâs moving them there.]
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He groans against Tâs mouth, hopping up with his hands at his shoulders to wrap his legs around him. That T can do that is sexy as fuck and he drops his head back to expose more of his throat.]
Fuck.
[The word slips out with a tiny whimper, face flushing. He leans back and grabs the hem of his shirt with one hand, tugging it up and over his head, switching the grip at Tâs shoulders when he needs to.]
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And honestly, he just doesnât want it to distract from what theyâre doing, which is why he wastes no time in reacquainting himself with the slope of Eggsyâs neck. His right hand travels down his chest, slowly familiarizing itself with the bumps and ridges of the musculature beneath his touch until it finally comes to a stop at his hip. Lips parting, he moistens the area at the base of Eggsy's neck with the tip of his tongue before he pulls the skin into his mouth to suck on lightly.
Even if Eggsy does fumble, he can rest assure Tony can continue to take the lead for the both of them. His fingers begin their work of unbuttoning and unzipping the kidâs pants. Garments are only going to be a hindrance where they're headed.]
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He reaches out to brush his fingers across Tâs chest, circling the R.T. node, eyes wide in awe. Eggsy doesnât touch it, if itâs anything like what he thinks it might be, he wouldnât want to risk doing anything to it, but it gives Tony an edge, something unique about him thatâll be unforgettable. If his charm and being fit werenât enough to do that already.
Eggsy drags his hands down Tâs back, over muscle and dips, tips his head back and exposes his throat to the other man. Itâs one of his more sensitive spots and he arches his body as T works a mark onto his skin. He bats his hands away from his pants, pushing them down and over his hips, wiggling his body to help get them down. He uses his knees and feet to get them the rest of the way off, kicking them aside. Then his hands move to Tâs trousers, huffing as he works to unbutton them.]
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He wouldnât want to make him uncomfortable. Resettling on the bed, Tony wraps his fingers around the base of Eggsyâs cock as he begins a light stroke. He rests his left hand near the edge of the bed while he leans down to press his lips against the corner of his mouth.
Heâll have to ask him later.]
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C-come back, yeah?
[His breath hitches, a hand reaching up to grip T's arm to tug him back on the bed.]
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I need you to get me hard. [He can already feel Eggsy growing more rigid beneath his touch. It has admittedly been a while since heâs slept with a man. Tony usually goes for women, unless the opportunity presents itself. It isnât something he shares with others, which is why he still feels somewhat entertained by the notion of sleeping with one so soon. On a spaceship.]
Have you done anal before? [Gotta ask.]
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Yeah, course.
[He tries to ignore just how good Tony's hand feels on him, focusing instead on helping him get hard. Eggsy's got his eyes down between them, watching their hands move, teeth pressing into his lower lip in concentration. He looks up sharply, goes for honesty because it's the right thing to do.]
Yeah, but it weren't with a man.
[He's kissed a guy, but it never went further than that.]
Ain't been with a bloke before.
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It actually makes Tony take pause as a small frown creases his brows. He suspected Eggsy didnât have a lot of experience with sex, but he never thought he would be his first man. Maybe he shouldnât have jumped to the conclusion that the kid has done this before. He just seemed so confident in his approach. Itâs a little startling, all things considered.]
And you just happened to decide I should be your first. [Itâs said as more of a statement than a question. He stares at him for a moment before he releases a small sigh. Considering how far theyâve gotten, no point in stopping it now. He resumes the steady motion of rubbing the member enclosed in his hand, starting along the base to the tip. Dipping down, Tony revisits the slope of Eggsyâs neck with his lips, finding time in between to ask:] Why didnât you tell me?
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Yeah, why not? [His face scrunches up. He thinks maybe he shouldn't have said anything. Eggsy certainly doesn't want to stop.] Didn't want you to hold back just cause I ain't done it before.
[He tips his head and makes room for Tony to kiss him, stroking his cock slowly.]
Don't want you to worry or nothin'. [Eggsy reaches up with his free hand, tangles his fingers in Tony's hair.]