Harry’s fingertips graze Eggsy’s neck, and that’s when Eggsy feels it–a sudden, intense yearning roiling somewhere deep within him, like a chasm opening up at his core. The feeling hits him like a punch to the gut, so hard and so unexpected that he’s sure his knees would’ve given out if he’d been standing.
Adult, a bit of D/s, Harry lives!AU. This hits so many of my buttons while managing to remain utterly true to the characters.