Galahad 2.0

Eggsy, 24. Superspy extraordinaire. [18+ | PRIVATE | INVITATION ONLY]

[kings-boy]

-sits-

There’s my girl

[kings-boy]

Change your name to Eggay because ur taking my dick 2night.

If I’m Eggay does that make you Bengay?

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Ben snorted a laugh at that, his brows raising high on his forehead at the sheer ludicrous nature of the statement that sex was a setting specific topic of conversation.

“That’s gonna be pretty difficult considering my default setting is talking about sex. And since you’re so cute to begin with it’s even harder to resist. But if you insist.”

He threw back the rest of his drink and ordered another before standing and cutting his way through the throng into a very small room that served as a dancing space. Ben knew it wasn’t originally supposed to be, but any open space in an establishment that served alcohol came with an invitation to dance in it.

There were a lot more girls dancing than guys, sweat and perfume and deodorants and alcohol mixed together in a Molotov cocktail of scents. A lot of eyes skimmed over his face to Eggsy’s, the obvious foreigner’s charm that drew people like flies to honey.

[kings-boy]

Ben’s compliment had Eggsy preening, mouth stretched into a broad smile as he took one of Ben’s hands into his and pulled him to the middle of the floor. His chest felt warm with the after burn of liquor, his limbs already a little more loose. Alcohol always made dancing easier, especially when the dancing was as provocative as it was in the bar tonight. It also made Eggsy crave touch.

He looped his arms around Ben’s shoulders and they danced chest to chest, Eggsy looking smug at the eyebrow lift it earned him. “Wouldn’t want anyone cutting in!” he clarified. “These ladies look ravenous.”

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                                  “M U L T I P L E                                                     T R O U B L E”

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[jungkukdo]

how to be a kingsman

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“Sure, whatever,” Ben rolled his eyes. He’d never learned what it was exactly that Eggsy did, and didn’t buy it for one minute when he said he was just a tailor, even if he often dressed the part. He’d joked about being a secret agent, which had led to some colorful bantering, and he hadn’t let up once. He didn’t much care one way or another, and hadn’t bothered pressuring for a straight answer.

He watched the other man down his tequila with an expert technique that Ben had pegged straight away as the experience of someone who was both an avid drinker and skilled with giving head.

“That’s a December thing,” he said, once again being confronted with that thick accent that took him a few seconds too many to pick apart what words were being said. He sipped casually at his drink. “I wouldn’t want to watch a bunch of New Yorker’s tea bagging in the harbor, personally. How long are you gonna stay this time around? Should I plan the farewell threesome now or later.”

[kings-boy]

Eggsy frowned, thinking about it for a moment before shrugging off his mistake.

“Dunno. Anywhere from a week to a month. Depends on how business goes.”

The bartender came back over and Eggsy ordered a beer for himself while Ben finished his own drink. Music blared in the background, but it was nothing compared to the deafening roar of the crowd trying to talk over it. Eggsy slid in closer to Ben’s side and knocked his hip against the other man’s in a friendly tease. 

“Can’t even think in here with this noise, much less plan a threesome,” he yelled, tugging at one of Ben’s belt loops . “Join me on th’ dance floor. We can talk about sex later.”

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              THE KING & QUEEN OF PROMISE

                ( Independent LANCELOT & GALAHAD from Kingsman )

[ladylancelot-deactivated2017080]

{ @kings-boy​ }

“ Always, Eggboy. ”

A low growl escaped her throat, as she made herself very comfortable, and tightened her thighs around Eggsy’s face.

[kings-boy]

From between Roxy’s legs, Eggsy couldn’t help a breathy laugh. Her skirt covered his face as she wriggled, engulfing him in darkness. Against his mouth, her satin panties warmed quickly.

“Roxanne, darling,” he crooned. “You’re gonna smother me. Aren’t ladies s’posed t’ say please when they want somethin’?”

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It was a pleasant surprise to hear from Eggsy out of the blue, it being a while since they’d last spoken. But that was how it was with them. Ben’s contact with people ebbed and flowed depending on his interest in them, and Eggsy was a busy guy with a life far off in the UK where time zones also affected their ability to stay in contact. Eggsy being back in the states and hitting him up for drinks meant there was plenty of time to fill with their particular brand of shenanigans so they wouldn’t start getting bored with each other.

By the time Eggsy showed up, Ben had knocked back one drink and was taking his time with a second while checking his tinder notifications. He didn’t need to look to know whose lips were steaming up his earlobe.

“Haven’t decided yet. The night’s still young.” He turned and sized Eggsy up in a glance, smirking as he put his phone away and then waved the bartender over. “The hell are you back in the states for? Life in the UK that boring?”

[kings-boy]

“Well there’s certainly plenty t’ choose from t’night...” Eggsy observed. 

The appearance of the bartender had Eggsy ordering two shots of tequila (”Not that cheap shite either, gimme the top shelf, yeah?”). He shrugged at Ben’s question, handing a black plastic card over to the bartender for payment. “Top secret, luv. If I told ya, I’d have t’ kill ya. You know how it goes.”

Eggsy smiled at Ben, enjoying the little inside joke between them-- it really was top secret information. “Right now it’s pleasure, not business. Thought I’d pop in an’ watch the fireworks. What time’r they dumping the tea? They still do that, right?”

[kings-boy]

[ just sits on eggsy's face ]

Mmf--!

“Does someone need attention, Rox?”

[kings-boy]

>>continued from Here

[U WERE trying 2 hustle him I remember. OMW  ❤ 🍸]

Even with a GPS, it took Eggsy a few tries to find the place after so long. All the downtown streets looked the same to him, and it being a holiday weekend meant parking was a bitch and a half. It was 30 minutes before he stepped foot in the bar. He spotted Ben quickly, playing on his phone and already drinking. Eggsy grinned, sidling up to the young man’s side.

“So whose arse m’I kissin’?” Eggsy asked, mouth intimately close to Ben’s ear. “Need t’know if I should put on my gloss first.”

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L I S T E N

we’re k i l l e r s, darling; a serial killer roxwin mix

dark doo wop (chet faker remix) msmr dark in my imagination of verona pretty little head eliza rickman heads will roll (a-trak remix) yeahyeahyeahs mamma taught me better black rebel motorcycle gang ruler and the killer kid cudi black skinhead kanye west hearing damage thom yorke machine gun portishead fresh blood eels blood on the leaves kanye west darken her horse austra sail awolnation no church in the wild kanye west ft jay-z pretty baby brendon benson empire alpines if i had a heart fever ray we must be killers mikky ekko angel of small death and the codeine scene hozier kill of the night gin wigmore operate astr shot you down florrie

[moonagedelirium]

bang, bang.

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[Cum out 2 the pub m8 I no u want 2. First round on me]

[New phone who dis?]

[Just fucking with you, you know you don’t have to ask to have me cum for you. Where are you, it’s been too long for me to remember which bar for you is The Pub.]

[kings-boy]

[All bars r a pub. No capitals. Spin a wheel n pick 1 idc]

[Get ur knickers on slag I’ll b there in 20] 

[lcyaltyreigns]

                                   “You                                                  can’t                                                                save                                                                              everyone”

[wordsnquotes]

I became good at pretending. I became so good that after a while the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. And sometimes, when I did a really good job of pretending, I even fooled myself.

Ruta Sepetys, Salt to the Sea (via alleyspat)