ON HIATUS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE

Reggie found it very flattering when other men were dressing well for the occasion. Didn’t matter whether they did it for the environment or to seem appealing - it worked, Reggie did find it very appealing. To wear a decent suit when you’d be going out, to Reggie, it was a virtue and also simply the right thing to do. There were clubs where people were allowed to dress however they wanted but Reggie just couldn’t deal with them. He was too old fashioned to fancy such modern concepts. What on earth was wrong with wearing nice clothes for a nice evening?

“Oh no, no, don’t fink so, mate, if there’s anyone pickin’ up drinks it’s gonna be me, a’ight.” He waved at the bartender and he made his way over to their table. “Yes, mister Kray?” - “Gin Tonic f’me and I’m invitin’ this young man, his drinks are on th’ouse.” - “Very well sir, what’s it for you then?” the bartender asked, looking at Eggsy.

Well, he’d never really been the dress up type before Kingsman and even then it was just something he’d adopted since getting with Reggie. Before Reggie he just wore sort of whatever, but he liked pleasing Reggie in that way, so he adopted the mannerism just for him.

@superiortohisformerself sent in for a starter: brush fingers/hold hands  Holding hands wasn’t really Reggie’s thing for most of the time.  The whole gesture was very tender and he wasn’t the most tender man, he liked to put his hands into his pockets while strutting, he liked to have that little bit of freedom when he moved so he would never take someone’s hand whilst walking.

Sitting next to someone in his club was something else, though. He liked a bit of attention there, a bit of touch was fine. Although it was rarely him initiating such actions, his fingers did brush against Eggsy’s occasionally, seemingly by accident.

He smirked at the other, what gave away that nothing he did ever happened by accident. “You likin’ it ‘ere, ay?” he asked, talking over the live music. “I’ve got to say, you’re lookin very sharp t’nite. S’nice, I like it.”

Eggsy had learned that fairly early on that Reg wasn’t that sort of person, and it was fine, because who Reg was with him when they were alone was worth it.

When he feels the other’s fingers brush his, he looks over at him, studying him. The smirk gets a smile in return, which only broadens at the compliment. While it wasn’t Esmerelda’s Barn like when they first met, it was still nice.

“don’t judge my exquisite palate, this is one of the greatest inventions by the homo sapiens,” he defends as he takes the sandwich to his mouth, taking a large bite of it and he tries not to laugh about what eggsy says about the mystery he is. “waitwaitwait,” he holds his hand out to stop him, “you wanna go to disneyland? we could go to florida for that or los angeles even… you know what? we could go to either of them and then france.” 

@superiortohisformerself​ said: “You should play with my hair some more…”  // “𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛” 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜

jack only hums in response; fingers sliding slowly and softly through eggsy’s brown locks. his breathing is calm as he holds his husband close to his chest. he wouldn’t admit out loud how soft he actually is but, he deeply loved mornings like this. “i love you,” his eyes setting on eggsy’s features.

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“so… i’ve been thinking…” jack starts as he’s preparing himself a peanut butter and nutella sandwich, breakfast of champions apparently, “what if… we take a vacation? like… i don’t know… italy? france? just the two of us. no work related things.”

Tony pulled back to look at him, “But you wear out so easily, it’s not even a challenge.” he teased with a grin before he leaned in to press a kiss to Eggsy’s lips. As soon as the shirt is gone, Tony doesn’t even hesitate to run his hands over his perfectly sculpted form. He was never into him for his body, but it sure was nice.      He hummed at Eggsy’s fingers moved up his body, he wasn’t quite as sculpted as Eggsy, he was softer certainly. Italian food did that to him. “Yeah, but tell me again, ‘cus I like hearing it.”

He actually flicks Tony at the playful jab. “I do not!” Eggsy is quickly placated by the kiss, letting out a soft sound of arousal as Tony’s hands move over his body. His form was merely a circumstance of his work, the one Tony didn’t know about. Eggsy hated that he just convinced Tony he just liked to stay fit because being in shape helped make the suits he wore for work look better or some shit. In reality he was a sculpted one man army, or death squad depending on who you asked.

Tony had never really seen himself as the type of person to settle down, but he could really see Eggsy in his future. One day maybe they’d both retire to the country and live their lives as fashionable old Queers who visited antique markets at the weekend.     “Well, maybe one day you’ll make an honest man out of me,” he added, hinting at the idea of marriage he tried to make it seem like a joke but he meant it. “maybe we’ll adopt more kids? I don’t know.” His voice lowered, then Eggsy was nipping at his ear and all coherent thoughts went out the window. He pressed his lips into Eggsy’s neck and left him with an attack of open-mouthed kisses. Of course, it was customary for them to engage in such activities the night before Tony left and they had to make it count because they’d have to make do with phone sex and Skype calls from then until Tony could next make it over, but this time would be different. Because he was staying.

He snorts a bit, grinning against Tony’s skin. He was about to say something when Tony’s lips sealed over skin and Eggsy has to muffle a moan against his boyfriend’s temple. “A-Ah...” he stutters. Eggsy shifts a bit in Tony’s lap and breathes out.