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]

"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.

[bleak_midwinter]

"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.

[formerself]

And Eggsy doesn't stop for a moment. Keeps playing with him, teasing, experimenting with pressure and the various things he can do - it's not that different from going down on a girl in some ways, when there's so many different places he put his tongue. So many different responses he gets.

Carefully, he uses his other hand to touch his balls - not even moving, he doesn't have the coordination for that, just a bit of light cupping and gentle pressure the same way he likes it himself. He closes his mouth around the head of Tommy's dick again, tongue rolling steadily against the spot just under the head of his dick that he seems to like, and when he opens his eyes for a brief moment he can see Tommy looking back at him. There's no focus, not enough light, but just that gleam in his eye - knowing that Tommy's watching him so closely - makes him groan softly.

[bleak_midwinter]

His breath hitches in his throat when Eggsy keeps doing the same thing, moving swiftly against desperation- it's really true that there's no such thing as a bad blowjob, and Tommy is so deeply into this one, so deeply into Eggsy, that he moves a shaking hand against his jaw to warn him.

"Eggsy, love, I'm gonna- you keep doing that I'm gonna come, please-"

He doesn't even know what he's asking for, just wants more.

[formerself]

Just hearing that - the sheer vindication of it - makes Eggsy groan louder still. Feeling Tommy coming into the rubber won't be the kind of visceral experience he had but he doesn't care, he wants to feel this to whatever extent he can.

(Maybe next time, he thinks, once their panels come back clean, he could ask Tommy if he wants to - )

He can feel Tommy's balls getting tight in his hand, drawing up, and it's thrilling to feel how close he is. It makes him suck harder, pump his fist faster, lapping desperately over the head of his cock like he'll be able to feel those hot spurts across his tongue.

[bleak_midwinter]

It only takes another minute before he's clutching at the sheets, at Eggsy's shoulder, curling over his lover as he comes. He's close to silent when it happens, just a choked-off cry lingering in the room.

It's not the most intense orgasm he's ever had, but it still crashes through him, leaves him panting and loose-limbed as he uncurls and falls back on the bed. He has the presence of mind to knock his knee against Eggsy's ribs, silently urging him to join him.

"That was-"

[formerself]

Eggsy crawls back up onto the bed, wiping at the saliva smeared across his mouth. He's a little breathless, throat sore, lips tingling. (Weirdly giddy. He knows what he's done isn't an achievement by any definition, and yet.) He lays down alongside Tommy, curling against him.

"Was that okay?"

[bleak_midwinter]

He wraps an arm around his shoulders, pulling him half on top of him, and kisses his cheek.

"That was amazing, Eggsy. You're amazing, thank you."