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        the power eliot held over him was phenomenal. to say he’d been head over heels, dumbstruck and absolutely infatuated with be a grand understatement. lifetimes away from now, he’d laugh at himself for acting the part of inexperienced, curious and wildly thrilled with every step they took. as it was, he couldn’t believe that that the deliberate slowness with which they moved together only ever left him wanting more.

        wanting more, certainly, but for all of his impatience, spoiling it all wouldn’t feel right.

        it was different all around in the way that he hardly knew what to do with himself. he couldn’t recall the last time he’d been as tongue - tied as he was just then, nor could he recall the last time he’d been left flushed and speechless and with a plethora of vivid imaginings that did nothing to help his case. 

        and eliot’s voice had to be the best thing he’d ever heard in his life. he’d swear on that hands down, because he didn’t have to say things like this for eggsy to be hooked, for him to want to catch every word. eliot could probably read off of a list of groceries and he’d still scramble to grab a seat in front of him and hear it all.

         he’d laugh at that thought, if he weren’t suddenly realizing he really, really liked the way it sounded to hear eliot call him gary, of all things. he made it sound like some sacred spell that summoned him.

        well. it very nearly raised some part of him, that was for sure.

        ❝ you got … no idea what you do to me, you know that? ❞ to his credit, he kept it together; not to his credit, he was having a bit of trouble looking eliot in the eyes when just feeling his gaze on him made eggsy blush to the tips of his ears, if the mood was right. get your fucking act together, unwin. he grinned, suddenly, but still didn’t glance at him, ❝ — starting to think you do this on purpose, love. ❞

ELIOT HAD SOME SORT OF IDEA, but probably not to the extent eggsy was experiencing. though if the situation were reversed, he would probably feel the same way. he leaned into his ear, nuzzling it with his nose before taking his teeth and gripping onto his lobe with his teeth. ❝ maybe.. i do. ❞ he responded to his accusation of doing this on purpose.

❝ sometimes i like seeing your reaction to me. ❞ he hummed, licking up the side of his ear and nibbling the skin just about half-way up the ear. ❝ i love watching.. and FEELING you squirm, gary. ❞ he said, hands lifting to find eggsy’s hip, sliding up his shirt to rest on his warm skin, scratching at his skin ever so slightly.

he wasn’t sure what it was.

eggsy unearthed new things in him. things he’d never felt with anyone before. not even ..certain people. moving on was the hardest thing for him to ever do, and when he realized those feelings for eggsy were there, it was like they sprang out with a ferocity he never knew he had. eggsy was good for him. PERFECT, even.

he smelled wonderful. his accent was to DIE for and he was very VERY easy on the eyes. ❞ sometimes i think you look at me the way you do on PURPOSE. is that right ? ❞ he asked. ❝ you know what that does to me...when you say my name, or when you eye me JUST the right way... when you walk into the room and stare at me for half a second as if you’re surprised I’m in the room before relaxing and continuing to walk in and relax... ❞

he pulled him close from behind, still scratching softly and rhythmically on his hip beneath his shirt. his lips fell from his earlobe to his neck now, biting at it every so gently.

I miss him so much :(

EGGSY!!! WILL KISS!!!! SO MUCH!!!!!!!

(that icon is adorable)

that ridiculous fuckin robe

Send me “Forgot to knock” for your muse to catch mine after a shower wearing nothing but a towel.

        for the record? he loved the feeling. eliot could get him to feel things like he was feeling them for the first time all over again. there was no rush, no reason to barrel through all the milestones in their relationship the way eggsy normally would have with anyone else. he was never shy about what he wanted, but somehow, the fact that they’d been moving so slowly nearly made him nervous, the phantom feeling of flutters of unfamiliar territory, even if eggsy had already experienced these things time and time again in past relationships.

        it felt so wildly different with eliot that he knew that had to mean something, even if he didn’t really know what, nor did he really think to care.

        he was hanging on for the ride, letting himself have this — those moments in passing, shared kisses and lingering touches were all sorts of promises that were also entirely vague. he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t imagined their first time numerous times, numerous ways, if only because he could never pinpoint what he thought was going to happen because he’d already had his world turned upside down by a man so patient and adamant on cherishing him that he had no idea how he’d even go about it.

        except now he had the perfect picture in his head, and eliot’s voice was a crime in and of itself, more so when he spoke like that, into his ear and sultry and making eggsy feel like suddenly, he wanted to get out of there and act on everything he said.

        it just wasn’t fair, really, what eliot could do to him. eggsy made a note to get back at him later, and he had ideas for that.

        ❝ you can’t — ❞ keep talking was what he wanted to say, but he didn’t know if that would lead them anywhere, or if eliot just wanted to wind him up to see how he reacted, if he reacted positively. which, why the hell wouldn’t he, to be fair, ❝ you can’t just say things like that … ❞

THERE WAS NOTHING ABOUT THIS... budding relationship what felt familiar with him. this whole situation was NEW and DIFFERENT, though not UNWELCOME in the slightest. eliot had never danced this dance with anybody, not like this. he’d never been patient, wanting in a sensual, emotional and passionate kind of way. after their first kiss on new years, eliot YEARNED for more with eggsy and only eggsy. and not just SEX. 

eliot yearned for more kisses, more soft touches, more cuddling, nuzzles against the ear and the neck.. whispers in the night when they laid down to sleep. that was another new experience for mr. waugh. 

going to sleep without sex.

though... for eliot, sex was one area he EXCELLED in, and he had reached the point that he wanted to start making hints at his neediness. though eliot would NEVER push eggsy to do something like this until he was sure he was ready. that they were BOTH ready. ❝ oh ? .. ❞ he asked to his protest of ❛ you can’t ❜.

eliot WAS trying to wind him up, to get him riled. but he ALSO wanted things to wind up leading them to the bedroom. he wanted it so badly. he wanted to be in eggsy’s arms, and eggsy in his own.

AFTER THAT first night and eliot had promptly ignored it ever happening, quentin had somewhat assumed that whatever he’d felt between them would be left to wither and die. slowly slowly, a smile breaks out across his lips. 

      ❝ okay, ❞ he says quietly, a dumb grin forming. 

        in retrospect, maybe there wasn’t any way they wouldn’t end up here. that didn’t mean he’d let himself off the hook for, well, all of it. he’d yearned something serious and that was just bad for his image, and maybe so was the way he tilted his head toward eliot’s hand. catlike almost, something of a nuzzle while he grinned; he’d have pressed a kiss to his palm were he not anticipating something else. it wasn’t a night he’d forget. it wasn’t a start of a new year he’d ever forget, really.

        sharing this first, pivotal kiss felt like completing a circuit in the most surreal way; finally having it made him feel the gravity of his longing before then, and that might’ve actually put him on the floor if they were standing. thankfully, he could get away with leaning in when eliot seemed to want more, but he’d never been good at keeping his hands to himself and suddenly felt tempted to clamber onto his lap and kiss him senseless. he didn’t, but it was a close thing, and he kissed him like it was the last time despite knowing well that it was only the first of many. better be, after all that waiting.

        it was also just a perfect kiss, a perfect end to the year, a perfect start for the new one … stuff of romance, and he was a sucker for it. eggsy drew back just barely with his forehead pressed to eliot’s, puffing a sigh out in his breathlessness and smiling with his eyes closed. he actually felt serene.

         ❝ happy new year, love. ❞

ELIOT KEPT HIS FOREHEAD AGAINST eggsy’s, trying to reel himself in from that whirlwind of that .. absolutely PERFECT kiss. it was one thousand and more percent worth the wait as they danced around.. flirting, brushing against eachother, nearly kissing each moment they got close enough...

❝ happy new year, gary.. ❞ he whispered.

there was nothing eliot had ever waited for. this... this was the very first time he ever waited this long for something he wanted so badly. eliot always got what he wanted and this was the first time he WANTED to wait for something this exhilarating. 

Well. That was weirdly anti-climactic. Scott’s never been around someone that knew werewolves were real and also somehow thought they weren’t dangerous. It was - refreshing. Like a weight has been lifted. Like maybe not everyone will automatically think Scott is a monst–

Wait a minute.

“Did. Did you say STD?” Scott asks, dropping his voice into a whisper so he won’t call yet more attention to them. But oh, now he looks so offended. 

“It’s not a disease! I didn’t–I hadn’t even had–” Oh my god, is he really going to go through his sexual history to a stranger right now? Nope. Nope, shut up, McCall. 

Deep breath. 

“I was Bitten,” he finally says, calm but serious. “When I was sixteen. And, um. No one I’ve been with has ever…caught it.”

Thank god.

❝ IT’S-- .. IT’S NOT AN STD WHERE you come from ? ❞ he rose a brow with skepticism in his features. ❝ i can’t decide if it’s worse or not when you put it that way... ❞ he furrowed his brows. 

who the hell was this kid ?

“I didn’t take any pills.” She hadn’t, had she? Pills weren’t exactly Max’s drug of choice, so unless she’d been drugged… “But I’m pretty sure none of that was possible.”