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classicbrougues.

Clayton can’t help but kiss back, it is only fair, and respectable, and completely everything he wanted. He does his best to be in control, and a complete gentleman. But he knows he wants more of these kisses. He knows it so much right now that his hands are on that young mans hips, and lowering Harry onto his lap.

“Why are you sorry? You had the courage to do what we have been dancing around all night..” He smiles and his hands gently move up and down Harry’s waist. 

“I am the one who should be sorry..Because I’m so greedy and I want more..”

Harry lets him take control, going willingly when Clayton pulls him into his lap. He drapes his arms over the older man’s shoulders, just settling in and enjoying the warmth Clayton’s body gives off and the slight hint of his cologne. “This is the first date. I didn’t want you to think of me as less than a gentleman,” Harry admits. Though right now, gentlemanly behaivour can be damned; they both want far more than just a few relatively chaste kisses. He leans forward again, as though he just can’t stop himself from kissing Clayton even if he wanted to. “If you want more, then you should take it.”

[blackjewishboyfriend]

Late Nights|| Bespokegalahad

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blackjewishboyfriend.

“Be that as it may, between us, I surpass you. I deal in delicate and subtle situations all the time. And yes, you are expected to have a lie in with me, unless of course, you’ve someplace else you’d rather be.” Cade’s voice was laced with humor as he let Harry manipulate and move his tired body. He was not one to like to be pushed around, but he had complete trust in Harry and knew he was doing it for some means in which Cade would enjoy.

True to his actions, Harry’s hands began to work against his skin, sending relief and lances of pain through him. He was well aware of the state he was currently in, but he did his best to keep himself as healthy as possible. Aches and pains just came with the territory. 

“Quite hypocritical of you, yes.” He hummed, smiling at the warm press of lips to his neck. “I could say the same for you, in fact, I do say the same for you.” He turned, rolling to his stomach so that Harry would have full access to his back. “I will return the favor after you’ve turned me to mush.”

“Trust me, right now there is no place I would rather be.” Harry’s fingers continued to work over Cade’s back, exerting just enough pressure to loosen the tight knots of muscle in his back from stress. Occasionally his fingers would pause and he’d lean down to press a kiss to Cade’s shoulder or to the back of his neck. His smile grew as he felt his partner start to relax under him. “Despite my clear hypocrisy, I have the funniest notion that you’re fond of me anyway,” he teased, leaning down to give a cheeky little bite to Cade’s earlobe. “Have I sufficiently relaxed you now, or would you like me to keep going?”

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slicinggazelle.

“Don’t get too sentimental.” Gazelle didn’t have any illusion about being one of the good guys. Her enjoyment of violence spoke about that in volumes.

Still, it had been a nice chat. Shame they were on opposite sides. It would be nice to have someone who actually knew what they were talking about around the station.

“I wouldn’t make assumptions yet. I may not know all the guests we have, but that doesn’t make Valentine any less persuasive.” She didn’t know how he even did it.

“That’s a rather sad commentary on humanity as a whole if believing people are inherently good is looked down upon as sentiment,” he answered, brushing off the words.

Regardless of how she felt about herself, he knew she had the capacity to become a good person. She had been one before, and her willingness to meet with him and help him demonstrated that she clearly didn’t believe in Valentine as blindly as she would have it seem.

“I’ll see what I can do about my own people, but if you happen to find anyone’s name on that list of yours who you suspect could be a Kingsman, please pass the information on to me.”

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eggxy-unwin.

“I didn’t mean, like, datin’,” He ignored the slight sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach at the mention that Harry didn’t have any time for dating. It’s not like they would ever date anyway, “I meant just, ya’know, to get into someone’s pants or sommat.”

“Aright, that makes sense. But French just sounds… flirty. Like you could say anything but it would still sound nice, at least I think so.”  He gave a quick, one shouldered shrug.

“Will you take me?” He hadn’t meant to ask so abruptly or sound so eager, “I mean go with me and my mum and Daisy. You can show us the stuff you like and speak for us yeah?” He hoped he had played it off as casual.

“If you love cookin’ so much why did you invite me over before? You know I would’ve come, even if it’s just to see you in an apron,” he paused, he hadn’t thought about what he was saying, “I mean, ya’know, a gentleman spy doing domestic things like cookin’ is kinda amusin’.” He decided to try and change the subject off of him wanting to see Harry in an apron. 

“What time do you want me over?” 

Harry thought he could see something in Eggsy’s expression change, almost as though he were disappointed when Harry mentioned he didn’t date. What would the boy possibly have to be disappointed about? Maybe it was just that Harry wouldn’t be regaling him with tales of his sexual escapades. He couldn’t imagine Eggsy was actually interested beyond that. “As you can no doubt imagine, I’m not exactly the type to engage in many one night stands,” he answered. “Though of course there was the occasional...dalliance when I was younger, but I don’t remember French really coming into play in any of them. Maybe it should have. Even the most innocent sentence can come out sounding lascivious if it’s said right.”

To illustrate his point and well...perhaps just to flirt a little bit, he dropped his voice to a low purr, “Je pense à toi quand je ne devrais pas.” The words surprised him a bit once they were out of his mouth. He’d meant to say something far more innocent, though with Eggsy’s elementary grasp of French it likely didn’t matter.

His brows rose the slightest bit when Eggsy asked to go to France with him, though he found himself nodding in agreement. “That would be nice. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a proper holiday, and your mother could certainly use the break too, I’m sure.” Eggsy continued to sound eager to Harry’s ears when cooking was brought up. It was little wonder why Harry had this lingering affection toward him--Eggsy always sounded so pleased to spend any time with him, it was incredibly flattering. “I just assumed you’d be busy with other things beyond indulging in my culinary experiments. Though I do look very dashing in my apron,” he teased, thinking he looked anything but. “How does six sound? That’ll give us some time to practice French before dinner.”

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[bespokegalahad]

Young Harry Hart: the rebel years.

“Your damn behaviour…you’re supposed to be Galahad, Harry Hart. And Galahad was known for being the purest knight of all.

“Yes. And the so called “Round Table” here was still fucking rectangular last time I checked. So better let’s not start talking about historical inaccuracies.”

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eggxy-unwin.

“Perhaps once or twice?” Eggsy repeated, “just once or twice? What about outside of missions? French is the language of love, yeah? Ever use it to woo someone just for the hell of it?”

He let out a soft chuckle, his tone joking, “there goes my plans to visit France. I’ve dealt with enough snobs so far to last a lifetime. Especially the elitist, classist, blue blood types ya’know?” His tone was a bit more serious, but he still wore a soft smile.

He couldn’t hold in a laugh at the change in Harry’s expression. “You serious? Every time I come over, you’re gonna cook?” He hadn’t meant to sound as surprised as he did, but he wasn’t that used to home cooked meals, “no greasy take out, ever? I mean there’s this brilliant pizza place over by the estates, and fuckin’ fantastic Chinese place a little ways off.” He paused, both to gauge Harry’s reaction and also give a quick one shoulder shrug, “my version of home cooked meals.”

“Eggsy, you are gravely overestimating the amount of free time I find myself with. Just because I’m comfortable enough with French to pick up someone using the language it doesn’t mean I have enough time to actually devote to dating,” he answered, dismissing the notion.

He most certainly had done a lot of flirting in his younger days, in a variety of languages, but he wasn’t one to pass on stories of past dalliances. “Besides, I find it far more rewarding to flirt in a language the other party speaks as well. Otherwise I could just be uttering nonsense as far as they’re concerned.”

Harry shook his head, feeling rather like he’d given Eggsy the wrong idea about France. “Don’t let the snobbery put you off. The country is still worth a visit. Though I find the provincial towns far more rewarding than the typical Parisian tourist traps. As long as you have one person in your party who speaks the language, you’ll be fine no matter where you go.”

It was no surprise to Harry that Eggsy had an encyclopedic knowledge of the nearest take-out places. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t frequent them himself on occasion, just never when he had a guest over.

“I’m sure you get enough greasy take-out on your own time then. When you come over to my house you can expect something better than that. You’ll be doing me a favour--I enjoy cooking and so rarely get a chance to cook meals for more than just one.” Which sounded rather pathetic once he’d said it aloud, but he just smiled placidly at the younger man, hoping he wouldn’t think him too much a sad old man.

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slicinggazelle.

“What does that make this meeting?” It was the only answer Gazelle could give.Anything more would give him too much or misinformation, and for some reason she didn’t want to do that.

She only knew a handful of Valentine’s guests. It was her boss’s job to make the list. She just took care of arrivals and the systems. And the occasional task that might involve blood.

“All I can say is that as far as I know, your colleagues are safe. I think you’re smart enough to figure things out for yourself.”

“I was speaking of humanity as a whole,” Harry corrected. “I believe many individuals themselves are good people, or at least try to be. You certainly are, from what I’ve seen.” He wasn’t trying to just get more information from her with his words; he did truly appreciate the time she’d taken and the help she’d given, considering her life could very much be on the line for giving it. “Good to hear that no one I work with is in immediate danger. What you’ve told me has been very helpful. Thank you.”

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codenamemorgana.

“Promise I’ll make it worth it and quick, you are not the sort that it is safe to let linger on their mortal coil.” She beamed at him, she really did enjoy the conversations that the two of them could dive into, the mutual respect was a delight. Along with the mutual understanding of where the other stood.

“I don’t expect to live long enough for time to make me a fool. As you all say, I am far to reckless and I am not daft as to think that one day it won’t catch up with me. Arthur took the desk early to avoid that fate, but he faces a fate worse than I. I will never outlive my purpose or usefulness, he unfortunately will.” Alyssa, in all her arrogance, was rather well grounded in the awareness of her own end. It startled most that she was so frank, but she knew it would not him.

“I like my tea like I like my men; strong, bitter with just a touch of sugar or honey hiding at the bottom, if you ever need to know.” A pivot on her feet and she was flexing her calves.

“Aside from this talk of office work. any word on where they will be sending you off next?” 

Harry did so enjoy their conversations together. They’d always understood one another and treated each other with a healthy respect for their abilities, not to mention their intellect. He could speak of far more morbid topics with her than nearly anyone else. She was right; her views on comparative usefulness didn’t shock him in the least. He just listened to her speak and then nodded, mulling over his own thoughts on the situation before giving his input. “I think deep down all of us are afraid of the day when we’re no longer deemed useful. The most anyone can hope for is to face their death with bravery and knowledge of a life well lived. Far better to go out too early than linger on too late.” He glanced at her when she described her ideal man, clearly amused. “I think we have very similar taste in men,” he added cheekily. “I haven’t heard where I’ll be going next. Have you?”

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aliasgareth.

“Actually, margaritas on a beach sounds pretty nice right about now.” He and Galahad were two different types of people. Though the both of them were workaholics, Gareth had learned to enjoy a life outside of his work in Kingsman.

“Foiling terrorist plots gets dull after awhile. I am all for a bit of R and R for a change.”

Harry chuckled softly, not at all surprised by Gareth’s answer. “I’ll leave the beach side margaritas to you, then.”

Maybe he did work far too much, but where Gareth saw dullness, Harry saw routine. There was something comforting about having a routine, even if it included some occasionally death defying elements.

“I think this is exactly why the organisation chooses people who are so young,” he mused. “Better to get them before they have any real life experience so they’ll let being an agent overtake everything else.”

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classicbrougues.

When Harry pulls away, Clayton respects it, and does not press the matter any further. Doesn’t pull the young man back and force his lips on the others, no he has a great amount of respect for Harry. He’d never do that. 

But the fingers, he enjoyed their fingers still laced together. It was sweet and romantic, and it felt just as good as any woman’s hand interlaced. To Clayton it was no different. 

“No..No Harry I can clean up. Besides I need to have a cigarette anyways, and I don’t want to burden you with a smoke break. So thats alright..Go choose a film to watch, they are all under the Tele. And I’ll be back out in just a few moments…Sound alright to you?”

“It sounds just fine,” Harry assures him, though he looks down at their intertwined fingers, reluctant to pull them apart. He indulges in just a moment longer sitting with Clayton before he stands, about to leave the room.

Instead of going, impulsively he leans forward, capturing Clayton’s lips in another kiss. This one is harder than the last, and he brings up a hand to the other man’s cheek to hold him in place as he kisses him passionately like he’d been wanting to do all evening.

When the kiss ends, his cheeks are flushed. “Sorry. I’ve been thinking about doing that for a while now. I couldn’t resist.”

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flxbber.

“Oh, that sounds wonderful! Working with other scientists would be amazing. I don’t mind at all, Mr. Hart. There are only a handful of scientists on my campus, so I am quite used to not talking about science outside of class.” There was bubbling excitement at the fact that he’d be able to meet with other scientists, as it wasn’t often that he was able to do that.

Such an odd name for an organization, but again, he wouldn’t judge - it sounded like a very strong organization to him. Taking the card, he looked it over briefly before looking back to Harry.·“I don’t think I ever expected an organization hidden within a tailor shop.”

“I’d like to hope no one would imagine a secret organisation hidden within a tailor shop. Otherwise we wouldn’t be much of a secret,” he joked, pleased by the professor’s enthusiasm. One never could tell how someone would react to a request from a covert agency to implement their scientific discoveries, so it was quite the relief that the man in front of him seemed to be so open to it. “Your teaching schedule shouldn’t be interrupted too much, though there may be a few times we have to fly you out to the UK. I hope that won’t be a problem.”

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alexanderwaverly.

“Good show–do keep it up,” he quipped, walking over to step on the injured man’s free hand with his boot. 

He hadn’t had to fire yet and he intended to keep it that way now that he had a charming bullet-proof shield ahead of him. Still, his U.N.C.L.E. special was out, just in case.

“Go on ahead, Galahad. I have a few questions to ask this gentleman.”

He scoffed at the other man’s dismissive tone. “You can’t possibly expect me to just go on ahead while you do all of the questioning,” he argued. “I know I must work as your bodyguard out of necessity--but I’m hardly your errand boy.“

The only reason he even had to work as that was because U.N.C.L.E. was either too scientifically lacking or too cheap to make their agents the same sort of suits Kingsman gave theirs. Either way, it the thought of it put a smirk Harry’s face, though he was damned if he’d let Waverly use his own agency’s incompetence to his advantage.

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classicbrougues

“Oh I’m certain I will be able to feel things out with you. And you can feel things out with me. I don’t think that will be much of a problem.” 

When Harry leans to brush his lips against Clayton’s, it is very trying and difficult to not just crush their lips together. Because of course Clayton wants nothing more than to savagely take the man on this very table. But being a Kingsman, and being a gentleman, he also has a full pledged desire to be soft and gentle.

“I’ve a few films.” He admits, “You can make your selection, and we can watch them on the couch…And I can clean up in here and join you.” Clayton gives the young mans hand a squeeze. He wants to pull him into his lap and just kiss him till their lungs burned. 

It takes all of Harry’s willpower to pull away after that light kiss. He’d really like nothing more than to just crawl into Clayton’s lap and let the older man have his way with him, but he’s trying to follow Clayton’s lead and there will certainly be time for that after they’ve gotten to know each other a bit better. He nods, looking down at their intertwined fingers with a fond smile. “Would you like any help cleaning up?” Harry asks for politeness sake, though he’s sure Clayton will refuse the help. Perhaps it’ll be for the best for them to retire to separate rooms for a few moments to anyway, so the can both just breathe and maintain their gentlemanly decorum. As things stand already, Harry is sure he’ll be taking a cold shower when he gets home.

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codenamemorgana

“I like to think I’d be a rather good Bond villain, and no doubt with my training, a rather successful one. Though if I went rogue, I’d likely not turn Kingsman hunter, better so to keep you thinking that I could at any moment while I set about my own world coup. But should it come to it, I will save the very best of lines for you.” She teased, feeling light with his bemusement at her internal workings. 

The conversation swirling around their aged leader quickly dissipated the mirth, but moreso on her counterparts side than her own. She saw Chester for what he was, in his age it was only getting worse and she waited for the day that his moral footing would toe the line and send he and his crown rolling down the hill.

“I think he’s known that a long time Harry, I think he has just realized recently that it’s a losing battle.” She quipped, flexing up on the balls of her feet as she walked, feeling them stretch her tendons.

“If you do plan a coup, I’d like to be in on it, for future reference, I dislike being left in the dark. And if he dared try to fire you, he’d have hell to pay, imagine Merlin’s face?” The idea of the normally calm and collected man enraged was enough to send the hair on her neck up a touch. Of all the Kingsman, she was rightfully afraid of two people, Merlin and Nymue.

“I think you still have some life in you Harry, if that helps, though if you ever end up behind a desk, it’d suit you and I’d look forward to tea.”

“I would expect no less. If you kill me then I expect my last thought will be how amusing your final line is as you plunge a dagger into my heart.” It was far more likely to be a bullet than a dagger, but he enjoyed the Shakespearean imagery of it all. He nodded at her summation of Arthur. “Well, you know what they say--time makes fools of us all.” He didn’t imagine Arthur would ever give up one iota of control without a hard fought war for it, no matter how much he aged. Still, there would come a day when he’d be unfit to be in charge. Depending on how unkind Harry’s thoughts happened to be about their leader at any given point, he’d have to say that day had already likely come. “I think his firing me would cause an uproar through the entire organisation and he’s clever enough to know it. So a thorn in his side, I’ll stay.” He gave Alyssa a soft smile, imagining himself behind a desk day in and day out, doing paperwork, drinking tea. The mental image felt equal parts maddening and cosy. “Whenever the day comes that I do find myself sat behind a desk for the long run, I’ll put on the kettle for us both.”

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aliasgareth

“How depressing.” Even Gareth got uninterrupted holidays when he wanted them and he made sure they would remain uninterrupted. 

“Have you considered making the proper preparations to ensure that you won’t be interrupted? Surely they can spare you for a week or two.” Granted there were not very many Kingsmen around, but there were enough to cover whatever Galahad was tasked to do.

“Is it?” he asked. It was far from depressing in his eyes--it was actually rather nice feeling so needed. He had very little life outside the organisation and it’d been that way way for over twenty years. Old habits were hard to break. “Truly, I don’t mind it most of the time. I’d far rather foil a terrorist plot than sip margaritas on a beach. Wouldn’t you?”

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eggxy-unwin

Eggsy listened closely, leaning in slightly and trying to pick up as much information as he could from Harry’s lesson plan. He was honestly interested, he wanted to learn a new language, unlike when he was in school and couldn't care less about it.

He was very close to raising an eyebrow at the mention of flirting, but instead hid any indication he caught the underlying meaning. He wasn’t oblivious, he usually understood hints and suggestions. However he was more used to picking up on hints that would save his arse and less used to flirting.

“You ever flirt in French for a mission? Did you use French versions of pick up lines?” He was genuinely curious about it now. “What about your accent? Was it spot on or was it shite? I hear the French are snobs when it comes to accents.”

“Dinner a few nights a week?” He was smirking a bit by now, “yeah I can with that. Just tell me when and I’ll be there. You do know how to cook though, yeah? Or at least know a good place to order out?” 

“Perhaps once or twice,” he answered. He could flirt in multiple languages, and that particular skill had come in handy during a few honeypot missions. However, it’d be likely quite inappropriate going into the details with Eggsy, even if he did look supremely curious.

“I’ve never had any complaints about my accent, though it can be daunting at first to learn how to pronounce everything correctly.” He chuckled softly and then added, “I think you’ll find the French are snobs about most things.”  The smirk slipped from his face at Eggsy’s next question and he looked rather affronted. “Of course I know how to cook, Eggsy. Do you think I’d invite you over for dinner if I were lacking in culinary skills? We’re not getting take out. I fully plan on giving you a home cooked meal each and every time.”

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  slicinggazelle

“Only some.” She was actually surprised he hadn’t heard of the product. Even with the disappearing celebrities, the news of free calls and internet had been everywhere. Though, that was the easy part to find out. 

“The main threat might be those around you. Our mutual friend wasn’t a rare case. Humanity isn’t as full of pure intentions, no matter what your agency may like to believe.”

Between the coma Harry had been in and investigating the rash of disappearing celebrities, he’d certainly had his hands full and hadn’t been as dedicated to keeping up with local news as he otherwise might have been. He nodded, taking in her warning. “Only someone very naive would accuse humanity of doing anything with pure intentions, though I’d like to believe my fellow agents can be trusted. Do you know anyone in particular whom I might watch out for, or are we speaking in hypotheticals?”

Not that he’d take her warning at face value regardless. It’d take more than that for bonds of trust to be broken, but if she did know of people who weren’t behaving as they ought to, he would give them a closer look.