"Jesus, you're good, you're so good--" He knows he isn't exactly praising Eggsy's skill at giving head, because it's still tentative and searching, but it sears through Tommy all the same. He feels like all his attention is on Eggsy, the way his mouth feels, how hard his hand is jerking him, the faint glow of his eyes whenever he looks up at Tommy.

He needs more if he's going to come, and he isn't frenetic yet, isn't desperate, but the pleasure has spread through his body, leaving him warm and happy.