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Eggsy hasn’t exactly been quiet about his thing for Harry. It’s not like he’s been shouting it from the rooftops either, but Harry suspects Eggsy thinks he’s being a whole lot more subtle about it than he actually is.
It never gets mentioned, because Harry doesn’t want to make Eggsy uncomfortable by revealing that he knows and Eggsy just doesn’t think Harry is interested, so naturally all that happens between them is the tension dramatically increasing as time passes.
Neither of them plan on doing anything about their feelings for one another until Eggsy gets sent on a honeypot mission. He’s been on a bunch of them already so at this point it’s normal, and this time his mark happens to be particularly attractive so he finds himself actually looking forward to it a bit.
Everything starts out running smoothly at first, at least until Eggsy arrives at the location. It’s a fancy party, something he has been frequenting more and more once he started working at Kingsman, and he looks really fucking good in his suit if he does say so himself so he tries to look at this mission as a game that he can have fun playing. He slips on his glasses and enters the building.
“Merlin, I’m here,” he mumbles, even though Merlin has been tracking him and most likely does not need Eggsy to tell him that he’s arrived. “Going in.”
“Not Merlin,” comes the reply, a voice that is undeniably Harry’s.
“What?” Eggsy asks, clearly taken by surprise. Surely he would’ve been told before he left if Merlin wasn’t going to be handling him? He tries not to show his confusion on his face, instead smiling politely as he passes a few people.
“Something came up while you were on the jet and he’s now preoccupied with another mission at the moment so I have been entrusted with being in your ears for the evening,” Harry explains, and Eggsy freezes. He’s been on so many missions with Merlin as his handler that honestly, he’s never even considered anyone else doing it. Harry’s probably just as good as Merlin is and it’d be fine if it were any other kind of mission but this is— it’s a honeypot. Eggsy has thought about Harry so many times in the privacy of his own room but now he’s going to watch Eggsy get fucked by another man? Christ, he has absolutely no idea how he’s going to survive this. Harry must take the silence that comes after his statement to mean that Eggsy isn’t okay with this situation because he follows up with, “However, if you’re uncomfortable... I know it’s usually him who guides you through these types of missions, so if you’d rather not have me here then I might be able to arrange for him and I to switch—”
“Nah, it’s all right,” Eggsy interrupts, surprising himself. He might not come out of this alive but he has to admit, the idea of Harry watching him and telling him what to do while he gets with someone else is pretty hot. He feels his face flushing slightly just at the thought of it. “I trust you, Harry.”
“If you’re sure,” Harry says, pausing for a moment so Eggsy can object if he needs to. Eggsy’s sure as hell not going to say no to this situation, so he stays quiet. “I presume you’ve familiarized yourself with your target. You’ll need to find him and get his attention.”
Eggsy makes a quiet noise of affirmation and heads further into the party, trying to find his mark while making small talk with people so it doesn’t seem like he’s looking for someone. He spots him fairly quickly; he’s an older man by the name of Peter Civilliam and yeah, Eggsy is certainly not going to have any problems doing him later.
“Found him,” Eggsy says. Peter looks over a few moments later and his eyes land on Eggsy. From the way it looks, he likes what he sees. Eggsy lets his gaze linger for a few extra seconds before he turns away.
“And got his attention too, apparently. Good job,” Harry comments. Eggsy bites his lip at the praise, even though he hadn’t really done anything to earn it. It’s not like he can control who Peter looks at, but he always likes being told he’s good, especially from Harry, and right now it feels more intimate between them than it’s ever been so he eagerly eats it up. “We’ll make him wait a while. Don’t want to end up moving too fast and making him suspicious.”
“I’m not that easy, Harry, you don’t have to tell me that,” Eggsy retorts, before busying himself with mingling in with the people around him.
About an hour passes before Harry’s giving him more instructions regarding Peter.
“Go to the bar to get yourself a drink. You’re not actually going to drink it but you’ll be in his direct line of sight there,” Harry instructs. Eggsy swallows hard, trying to get his nerves under control; he had severely underestimated just how hot it’d be to have Harry in his ears murmuring commands. Eggsy obeys, heading over to the bar. He takes the opportunity to scan the place while he waits for his drink so Harry can see what’s going on around him more closely. “He’s looking this way. Take a few steps to your left, away from the people next to you, so he doesn’t think you’re with them.”
Eggsy moves away and then looks behind him again, this time deliberately looking straight at Peter. Their eyes meet and Eggsy offers a small, innocent smile to tease that he might be interested before turning back to face forward. His drink is placed in front of him a few moments later but he doesn’t even get the chance to pretend to drink it before Peter is making his way up to him.
“Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are before?” Peter asks. He’s going right in for it, then.
“No,” Eggsy lies with a shake of his head. He gives a shy smile. “Why? Do you think I’m pretty?”
“I have to admit, I do,” Peter answers as he gives Eggsy an appreciative once over. He holds out his hand. “I’m Peter.”
“Thomas,” Eggsy replies, sticking with his cover, reaching out his own hand to shake Peter’s.
“Are you here alone, Thomas?” Peter asks, not even attempting to hide what lies under the question. It makes it easier, though; it’s not like Eggsy didn’t know what was going to end up happening and Peter not being subtle moves things along quicker.
“Yeah,” Eggsy says. “Are you?”
Peter ignores the question, instead leaning in closer and continuing, “There’s so many people here. What do you say to coming with me to an empty room where we can get some privacy?”
“Oh, well, uh...” Eggsy purposely stumbles over his words, pretending to be surprised and a little bit nervous.
“I saw the way you were looking at me earlier,” Peter tells him, before moving even closer. “I’m going to leave the room. You don’t have to follow me but if you do, I’ll make it worth your while.”
He winks and begins walking away and Eggsy waits half a minute before going after him.
“Very well done, Eggsy,” comes Harry’s voice. “You have him right in the palm of your hand.”
“‘Cause I’m just that good,” Eggsy quips, sounding smug. He grins as he exits the main room, his cheekiness making its way into his voice. “No one’s ever able to resist me. I’m too pretty, like Peter said.”
Eggsy normally wouldn’t purposely flirt with Harry like this but he finds he’s currently feeling more confident than usual. Besides, he can simply pass off his comments as a joke. He thinks he hears Harry reply with, “Quite,” but he doesn’t know for sure and he can’t ask him to repeat himself because he steps into Peter’s line of sight and Peter smiles at him.
“You came.”
“Couldn’t help myself, could I?” Eggsy replies, knowing he no longer has to try to get Peter’s attention since he already has it but still continuing to flatter him anyway. “Especially not when someone like you is showing interest in me.”
“Someone like me,” he repeats, taking a step closer. Eggsy takes a step back because he knows if a few more steps are taken then he’ll end up cornered against the wall and from the looks of it, the difference in power between the two of them is something Peter is into. “And what does that mean?”
“You know...” Eggsy says, playing up his shyness. Peter moves closer, he moves back again. Just one more and his back will be hitting the wall. “Someone as attractive as you are.”
“You think I’m attractive,” Peter says. It’s not a question but Eggsy nods.
“Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” he replies. He drops his eyes to Peter’s lips and keeps them there for just a second too long before moving his gaze moving up again. Peter steps closer once again and Eggsy moves backwards, now with nowhere left to go.
“You really want this?” Peter asks, leaning in. Eggsy nods. “Tell me.”
“I really want it,” Eggsy says, making sure to sound as eager and breathless as possible. That’s all the confirmation Peter needs because he closes the distance between them and captures Eggsy’s lips with his own. Eggsy allows him to take control of the kiss, a moan bubbling up in his throat. He may only be doing this for a mission but Peter happens to be an amazing kisser.
“Yes, Eggsy, you’re doing beautifully,” Harry says in his ear, his words causing Eggsy to shudder as the moan actually does fall from his lips. “Ask him if he’d like to take this somewhere more private.”
Eggsy pulls away, catching his breath. Peter moves to go back in but Eggsy stops him. “Do you... do you think we should move somewhere else? Where no one will catch us?”
He sees the want in Peter’s eyes and the man nods, leaning in for one last taste before he steps away. “Follow me, Thomas. I know where we can go where no one will find us.”
He brings Eggsy down the hallway and into an empty room, locking the door. He wastes no time before he takes off his suit jacket and begins unbuttoning his shirt, but Eggsy interrupts. “Keep it on.” Peter hesitates, looking at him curiously. “It’ll take too long. And besides, men always look better in a suit.”
He’s aware Harry is still listening in and he knows he wouldn’t use any of what Eggsy says to Peter against him or even bring it up again, but Eggsy hopes to god that he doesn’t look too deeply into his suit comment. Harry finding out that he’s practically in love with him is just about one of the worst things that could happen to, especially since he knows Harry would never feel the same about him.
“Is that so?” Peter asks, looking Eggsy up and down, clearly admiring him in his suit. He doesn’t give Eggsy a chance to respond because he pulls him against him against his body, leaning in to kiss him. This kiss is a lot messier than the previous one and Eggsy opens his mouth to allow Peter more access, who doesn’t wait even a second before exploring with his tongue. They pull away momentarily for air and Peter’s hands move to Eggsy’s hips, where he tugs him even closer. Eggsy begins to grind against him, creating a slow rhythm, unable to help his gasp at the friction. “You’re so responsive, I almost can’t wait to see how you respond when my cock’s inside you.”
Eggsy groans, dropping his head to Peter’s shoulder. He moves his hand into Eggsy’s hair and pulls lightly so he can get access to his throat.
“Good, Eggsy,” Harry says approvingly, and Eggsy can’t help the choked moan he makes at that. Harry continues, hesitantly, as if he’s testing the waters. “...Do you like that?”
“Yes,” Eggsy sighs, pretending his answer is in response to the way Peter is kissing down his neck. Harry’s question could’ve been about a number of things; does Eggsy like Harry watching him, does he like Harry telling him he’s good, does he like Harry’s voice in his ear giving him instructions. Harry hadn’t clarified which he was referring to and he doesn’t have to because Eggsy would have answered the same exact thing for all of the above. “Yes. Please, I— more.”
“Why don’t you be a little louder for him?” Harry says, but Eggsy somehow knows the ‘for him’ actually means ‘for me’. This is uncharted territory for the both of them, he doesn’t want to ruin anything between them but Harry appears to be encouraging what’s happening. In fact, he sounds more like he’s giving an order rather than a suggestion, and Eggsy feels compelled to obey. Honestly, if Harry continued talking in that tone, Eggsy would do anything he said. “Let him hear how much you want it, Eggsy.”
Jesus, this is quite possibly the hottest thing Eggsy has done in his life. He moans even louder, his cock growing impossibly hard at the thought that he’s only doing this because Harry told him to. Because Harry apparently wants to hear him moan. Fuck, he’s spent so long trying not to be obvious about his feelings and there’s absolutely no way this can end without his cover being blown, but he wants this too badly to slow things down. Besides, it’s not like they’re doing anything wrong anyway. Harry’s just simply... guiding him through a honeypot mission. It’s standard Kingsman procedure.
“Fuck me,” he says, not entirely sure who he was intending that comment to be for. His hips stutter and he grips Peter tighter, already feeling his orgasm beginning to build up. He’s so turned on he can hardly breathe, he needs it so badly. He genuinely can’t remember the last time he was so desperate and he’s going to die if he doesn’t get something inside him as soon as possible.
“Yeah?” Peter asks, taking a step back to get the lube and condom he’s had in his trousers pocket. Eggsy whines at the loss of friction but he focuses on trying to get himself under control while he watches Peter open the top to the lube. “You’re ready for me?”
Eggsy nods and Peter takes his arm, bringing him to the chair that’s a few feet away from them. He sits down and pulls Eggsy on top of him.
“Ask him nicely,” Harry says, and there is absolutely no way Eggsy’s going to last much longer if he keeps this up. He has no idea what he and Harry are even doing this but he’s going to be real mad if this turns out to be another dream.
“Please,” Eggsy breathes out. He doesn’t even have to try to seem more desperate because he really is that desperate. “Please, I need your fingers, I need you, please—”
“Good, Eggsy,” Harry says, his words wrapping themselves so tightly around Eggsy that he feels like he’s going to explode. He’s going to die and it’s all Harry’s fault.
For all he knows, this could be a mistake and afterwards Harry is going to tell him that they can never speak of what happened tonight again but this is already so much more than he ever thought he’d get from Harry, he can’t bring himself to put a stop to things.
But the thing is, Harry appears to also be affected by what’s going on. He sounds almost breathless and Eggsy doesn’t want to jump to conclusions or get his hopes up, he’s too far gone to even really focus on it, but he briefly imagines Harry sitting at his desk and slowly stroking himself and that sends a shock of arousal through his entire body.
He can’t help the sound that escapes his throat at that thought, thankful that Peter happens to be sliding a finger inside him. He arches his back, chasing after the feeling of the burn that comes with the intrusion. Peter slowly works his finger but it quickly becomes not enough.
“Another, please, I need more,” Eggsy whines. Peter immediately obliges, adding a second. Eggsy keens, gripping Peter’s shoulders as tightly as he can. He needs so badly to move one of his hands to his cock but he doesn’t want to do anything without Harry telling him to first, so he tries to focus on the fingers inside him. Peter adds another without having to be asked and Eggsy feels just about ready to pass out from the pleasure. “Your dick, I’m ready—”
He makes a sound at the loss of Peter’s fingers but they’re almost immediately replaced by his cock. Eggsy groans loudly as Peter pushes into him, somewhere in the back of his mind remembering Harry had wanted him to make more noise.
“That’s it, you’re taking it so well,” Harry says, and this time there’s no denying that he’s wound up too, Eggsy can hear how he’s struggling to still stay composed. “Why don’t you touch yourself?”
Thank fucking God. Eggsy doesn’t waste a second before moving his hand to his prick, his eyes fluttering shut at the pleasure that rushes through him. He can’t help but gasp, “Oh, fuck.”
“You’re such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” Harry asks, dropping the pretense that any of this is for Peter. Eggsy moves his hand faster, letting out a shuddering breath. “You’re so eager to please. You’d do anything I tell you, wouldn’t you?”
Eggsy feels like he’s fucking Pavlov’s dog or some shit because just the sound of Harry’s voice makes him even harder. What Harry’s saying is dirty but Eggsy expects it’d still be hot even if he read the phonebook or something.
“Shit, you feel so good,” Peter says, almost taking Eggsy by surprise. Eggsy doesn’t even feel bad about it, yeah Peter’s the one fucking him but how can he be expected to pay attention to him when Harry’s telling him this stuff?
He feels himself getting closer and grinds down, biting his lip as he surges forward to his orgasm. He’s right there but he needs something more, he needs Harry to continue talking. He’s prepared to beg again, because for some reason both his brain and his dick have both decided that he needs Harry’s permission, but he doesn’t even get a plea out of his mouth before Harry’s speaking again, apparently knowing exactly what Eggsy’s desperate for. “Come for me, Eggsy.” That pushes Eggsy right over the edge and he arches up to get as much stimulation as possible, a whimper falling from his lips. “That’s it, what a good boy you are. You’ve done so well, Eggsy. Christ, I wish I could see you, but I don’t have to to know how gorgeous you look—”
Harry continues to talk him through it but Eggsy loses track of what he says, too far gone to focus on anything other than how good it is. He’s panting by the time he returns back to himself, certain he’s never come so hard in his entire life.
Peter pulls out and opens his mouth to say something but Eggsy turns his watch to stun and knocks him out before he can speak. Eggsy reaches into Peter’s pocket and takes out his phone, unlocking it and searching for the information he’s been tasked with retrieving. He finds it in seconds and sends it to Kingsman.
“Got it,” he says, suddenly feeling very awkward. He’s not a shameful person in the slightest but Harry hasn’t said anything and he’s starting to feel worried about what this might mean for them. “Gonna... head out. Job’s done.”
“The jet’s outside,” Harry speaks up. There’s a long moment of silence and then Harry clears his throat. Eggsy hesitates for a moment, almost expecting Harry to tell him that what they did was wildly inappropriate and their friendship is ruined forever, but instead what Harry says is, “I think we need to have a conversation about this when you get back.”
Harry could still end up rejecting him but he’s already feeling a whole lot more optimistic about this. Either way, it feels like his heart is about to beat right out of his chest. He nods, swallowing hard. “Yeah. See you in a few hours, then.”