"When I'm properly motivated," he whispers back, sliding his hand up Eggsy's chest to curl back around his shoulder. He ducks back in and sucks on his lower lip, runs his tongue along the inside of his teeth in a move that always makes him buck helplessly, moans when Eggsy tugs just slightly on his hair.

Eventually, after long, long minutes, he pulls away to lean their foreheads together. His eyes are half-lidded and his breath comes in short bursts.

"Eggsy," he murmurs, needing to say something when he doesn't really have the words.