Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime.

[bostaff]

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]

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."