Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime.

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twitterpated: the meme twitterpated: adj. Smitten or love-struck; romantically infatuated. Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime. For example: you're walking along, minding your own business. You're looking neither to the left, nor to the right, when all of a sudden, you run smack into a pretty face. Woo-woo! You begin to get weak in the knees. Your head's in a whirl. And then you feel light as a feather; and before you know it, you're walking on air. And then you know what? You're knocked for a loop, and you completely lose your head! Comment with your character, preferences, and the like. Others will reply. Congratulations, your character is flat-out twitterpated by theirs!

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[formerself]

The muscles of his abdomen twitch under Tommy's mouth, and his fingers twitch against the bedsheets because he's not sure what else to do with them. And then he nods and manages a smile that's shaky with anticipation, not fear.

He's absolutely fine.

[bleak_midwinter]

He takes one of Eggsy's hands and puts it on his head, figuring that's more than enough to make his point. One more tender glance, and then he closes his eyes, because he won't be able to see anyway, and closes his mouth around the head of Eggsy's cock.

He goes slow at first, sucking hard but only taking in a little-- them switches to light suction but going deep, tongue pressing along the length of him as he bobs.

[formerself]

Jesus.

Eggsy is a strong adherent to the fact that there's rarely such a thing as a bad blow job - keep your teeth out of it and it's fine, it's lovely - but there's definitely a spectrum of quality and Tommy definitely knows what he's doing. It's honestly been a while since he last got laid, and feeling his cock sink deep into that wet heat is just - unbelievable. Fantastic.

He clutches lightly at Tommy's hair, tries not to pull, tries not to thrust even when it's all his body wants to do. He feels insanely good. Glancing down - seeing Tommy's lips stretched around his prick, just barely, that faint gleam of light on saliva - and he's panting, moaning utter nonsense about how fucking good he feels.

[bleak_midwinter]

That, he likes, moaning loudly around Eggsy's cock even as he knows how much better the vibrations will make him feel. He wraps his hand around the base of him and makes sure to take him deep enough that his mouth bumps against his hand.

Eventually, he leans up on his elbows a little so he can fondle Eggsy's balls as well, rolling them in his palm as he starts going faster, harder. His own hips roll into the mattress, getting at least a little friction.

[formerself]

Eggsy feels his legs fall open, back arching helplessly, his whole body moving - but the part of him that wants to just grab Tommy's hair and fuck his mouth is surprisingly quiet. More than anything he just wants to be good. To take what he's given - and definitely not discourage a repeat performance.

The laziness of a leisurely morning blowjob starts to fall away when Tommy speeds up - replacing it with something more urgent, more desperate. He can feel his balls getting tight, aching under Tommy's fingers.

"Not long," he manages, "you should - ought to stop," because getting blown bareback is one thing but shooting a load in his mouth is quite another.

[bleak_midwinter]

As long as he's still making those noises, still telling Tommy how good he feels, Tommy doesn't mind that he's not getting grabbed onto. He hears Eggsy, abstractly telling him to stop, but doesn't change a single thing.

He doesn't look the type, with his stiff collars and neat briefcases, but Tommy loves a good mess in bed. And there's something about shooting off in someone else's mouth that feels so delightfully messy- not physically, but mentally, and Tommy's curious to see what it does to Eggsy. So when he feels him on the edge he comes up to suck at the head of his cock, and then reaches down just enough to rub a knuckle over Eggsy's perineum, now slick with saliva.

[formerself]

It's the realisation that Tommy's not going to stop - that he knows what's about to happen and doesn't care - that very nearly does it, but then Tommy touches him in a place nobody else ever has. So close to his hole that he wonders if he's going to - if he wants - and that's it, tearing him apart, making him sob Tommy's name as he comes harder than he remembers getting off in years.

He's an addict already, he knows. Two good hits and that's it, he's done.

[bleak_midwinter]

He swallows fast, eyes closed, and keeps swallowing until Eggsy's done, fucked out. Only then does he move up, mouth popping off with an obscene wet sound, and he delicately wipes at his mouth before moving up to lie next to the younger man.

"C'mere," he whispers, holding out an arm and pulling him close, to have him there while he comes down.

[formerself]

Eggsy hesitates a moment, expecting him to go looking for a tissue or something to spit into - then realises he's not going to need one, and that is just toe-curlingly sexy, it really is. He curls into him, clinging - he's incredibly cuddly after coming, when he gets the chance, and right now is no exception - and kisses his jaw and the corner of his mouth.

"Fucking amazing," he murmurs. "Best demo I've ever had."

[bleak_midwinter]

He strokes Eggsy's hair, happily letting him kiss him, pet him. He feels warm and content, drinking in the sight of his lover (lover, he thinks deliriously, and clamps down on that feeling).

"I've so many other things to show you," he murmurs, sounding amused, happy.

[formerself]

"Yeah? Works for me."

He bites his lip, smiles nervously.

"But I've got something to do for you first, yeah? I mean," he looks perfectly nonchalant, "unless you've changed your mind."

[bleak_midwinter]

"Yeah, on second thought, you found the only man in all of England who doesn't like getting his cock sucked." He sounds cheerful enough considering his dick just twitched at the thought of Eggsy sucking him off.

[formerself]

"Weirdo. Must be something in the water up in Birmingham."

He kisses him briefly, then actually thinks about this.

"Think, uh - might be easier, if you're sitting on the side of the bed and I'm on the floor?"

Worrying about propping himself up and fighting gravity are two things he doesn't think he'll be fucked with, and besides, there's something kind of thrilling about kneeling for him.

[bleak_midwinter]

He betrays how arousing the thought is by moaning, clapping a hand over his mouth to stifle himself.

"Yeah-- yeah, alright. Jesus, sorry." He rolls over, takes a few breaths to steady himself before he swings his legs over the side.

[formerself]

"You're saying sorry that I turn you on?" Eggsy laughs, bright and cheerful in his little post-orgasmic cloud of endorphins. "Jesus, you can knock that right off."

He slides out of bed, too, and it's warm enough in the room that he doesn't feel particularly hard done by - though he does grab a pillow to tuck under his knees when he kneels between Tommy's parted feet. He can just see the lines of him in the half-light, all strong and firm, and his cock - fuck.

"Pass the condom over? Oh, an' the lube, if we got any left."

[bleak_midwinter]

He does so, deceptively calm. There is some lube left, salvaged from the ruin of their sheets before they fell asleep yesterday, and he curls his hand around Eggsy's before pulling away again.

The sight of Eggsy kneeling between his legs does things to him that he hadn't expected at all. He looks perfect, beautiful in the low light of the room, and Tommy's legs fall open just a little wider.

"You're fucking gorgeous," he rasps, resting one hand on his cheek.

[formerself]

"So're you," Eggsy whispers. "Fuck, I want you so bad."

Porn dialogue, he knows, but it's fucking true.

The first part, at least, he's very familiar with, even though it's a little alien to be working on a cock that's not his. He opens the foil wrapper, pinches the tip and then carefully rolls it down Tommy's prick with a slow push of his fingers.

"You feel so fuckin' hot."

He can feel his pulse, fuck, it's making his heart race.

[bleak_midwinter]

Tommy doesn't even notice that it could be cheesy, or strange- he hears Eggsy whisper softly, erotically, and he gasps without even being touched. When Eggsy rolls the condom on him he tries to see it as just a mechanical action, but it's hard, when Eggsy's fingers already feel so nice around him, a gentle tease.

"You're gonna be so fucking great," he whispers back, reaches out to put a thumb on Eggsy's lower lip, to slip it inside if he'll let him.

"You want me to tell you? How-- how I like it?"

[formerself]

Eggsy suckles at the tip of his thumb for a few moments, tasting the salt on his skin. It's easy, not at all intrusive, but it gets him a little accustomed to the idea of having something pressed between his lips that way. His face goes hot.

"Yeah. Yeah, please?"

[bleak_midwinter]

He pops his thumb out, but stays close, scratching his short fingernails through Eggsy's hair.

"Remember the way I sucked you, at first? Slow and hard? You- do that, I like that."

He's already flushed down to his neck at talking like this, doing his best for Eggsy.

"Tuck your teeth away, just do- the tip, at first."

[formerself]

"Mmhm."

Eggsy licks his lips, getting them slick and wet, then lowers his head.

It's - hard to not just stare at what's in front of him for a moment. Eggsy's barely experienced in reality but he's watched a lot of porn; with even that frame of reference, he knows Tommy's got a lovely dick. Shapely, he thinks, even if that's a surreal thing to think about another man's penis.

Just the tip. Okay. He folds his lips over his teeth and opens his mouth, closing it around the blunt tip of Tommy's cock. He can taste the bitterness of the condom and that's not pleasant, but he can feel the heat of Tommy's skin radiating through and that - that's good.

[bleak_midwinter]

He moans, low and deep, skittering the tips of his fingers over Eggsy's bare shoulders. He keeps completely still, but he's clearly eager.

"That's it, love," and that pops out without him thinking about it, just a little pet name, "you look so good like this, that's it. Go deeper when you're ready."

[formerself]

Being called love makes Eggsy feel hot all over, and for just a moment his eyes flick open, peering up to Tommy's face before closing again.

He stays exactly where he is for a few moments longer, just sucking and licking at the tip of Tommy's cock. He keeps his hands busy, though, squeezing what's left of the lube onto his palm so when he wraps it around the base of Tommy's shaft it's nice and slick. He doubts he's going to be able to take him in more than a couple of inches, doesn't even want to try, but this he can definitely do.

He sinks a little lower, still working his tongue a bit - although he's mostly fretting about his teeth and this isn't coming so naturally to him that he can do both at once. Pumping slowly at him while he concentrates his efforts as best he can seems like the best he can do, and it feels woefully fucking inadequate.

[bleak_midwinter]

You wouldn't know it from Tommy's reaction: he leans back shortly after Eggsy starts jerking the base of his cock, weight distributed on his palms as his breathing goes deep and slow, and peppered with moans. It's psychological as well as physical, the sight of Eggsy being so careful and so diligent putting a shock through him.

"Pull off for a sec," he says, breath hitching in his throat. "Try licking a little, just the places your hand isn't, to see- see what spots are good."

Because that'll get Eggsy familiar with his dick, but Tommy's also still a little too bashful to explicitly talk about the spot underneath the head of his cock, or the way electricity shoots down his spine when the vein on the bottom gets traced.

[formerself]

Eggsy nods, pulling up. His lips feel sensitive, swollen; stretched. It's not like Tommy's porn-sized or anything but he can still feel the effects on his mouth and jaw, opening wide enough to take him in without hurting him. It feels - well, it aches, but it's good.

Exploring with his tongue is even better, and he wouldn't have guessed that it's due to any selfconsciousness on Tommy's part. It's more rewarding, somehow, to map him out this way - not to be given specific instruction but to learn for himself exactly how he likes it. The way his dick twitches when Eggsy laps at his frenulum, or how he feels his whole body go taut when he runs his tongue up the underside of his prick. He finds he likes that, too, feeling his thudding pulse right against his tongue, and he does it a few times just to see what other noises he can wring out of him.

It also means he stops thinking about what he must look like, kneeling there with a cock in his hand and his tongue out, working at him like it's the most fascinating thing in the world.