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Thank you everyone for making this year so much fun! When I started this blog a year ago I thought I’d just be entertaining myself and a few others but now there’s almost 8k of you, so thank you for all the reblogs and follows, and thank you to everyone who submits texts and images and to the people who’ve been inspired to write fic for making this blog so much fun to run!

Here’s to the next year and Kingsman 2!

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A quick Hartwin fic inspired this this post on textsfromthetailors~

Eggsy shuts his eyes and sighs when Harry bends down to cut him free of the tracks. When he feels Harry’s warmth leave and the final rope comes undone, Eggsy struggles to sit up and stretches his arms and legs, circling his ankles and wrists.

“If ya do this again, tell ‘em to not tie ‘em as tight, yeah?” He says, rubbing at a faint burn on his wrist. 

Harry chuckles, “I’m afraid if you tried saying that to someone who really wanted information from you, that would be a bit of a death sentence.” 

“That’s fair,” Eggsy shrugs, “wouldn't be the worst situation my sarcasms got me into. Give us a hand up?” 

Tucking the knife back into his pocket, Harry holds his hands out to help Eggsy back to his feet. Eggsy wobbles slightly and grins up at Harry when he reaches out to keep him upright. 

“Merlin and the others are waiting in the control room, we’d best get back to them so we can get Charlie’s test set up.” 

Once in the corridor and sure Eggsy won’t trip over his own feet, Harry lets go and raises an eyebrow when he glances down and sees a bulge in Eggsy’s jeans. He clears his throat.

“Would you like to go take care of that?” 

Eggsy blushes and shoves his hands in his pocket to pull his jacket closed.

“’t’s the adrenaline, alright? Don’t look at it.” 

“I was actually thinking about what it would be like in my mouth, but there is a loo you can sneak off to.”

Eggsy freezes. 

“That is, if you were amenable,” Harry coughs, “we will have twenty-four hours together after this so I understand if it would make things... weird.”

“I’m uh... well, I’d be very amenable. Where did ya say the loo was again?”

He catches a smirk Harry sends his way before directing him through a door to his right and pushing him up against it once it shuts. Harry cups Eggsy’s face and pulls him into a deep kiss that Eggsy moans into. He drops his hands down to teasingly tug at Eggsy’s belt and rests their foreheads together.

“You’re sure?”

Eggsy grins, “fuck yeah. Been wantin’ this since ya kicked Dean’s dog’s arses at the Prince.”

Harry chuckles and gives Eggsy another kiss before gracefully sinking to his knees.

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Once they've both got themselves decent, Harry shows Eggsy through to the control room where Merlin sits in front of a huge screen. On it they can see Charlie, still unconscious, tied to the tracks. 

Harry motions for Eggsy to sit while he goes to stand with Percival and Merlin. Eggsy perches on the sofa beside Roxy and takes the bottle of water she hands him. 

“You’re quite the shouter, aren’t you?” She says, bringing her own bottle to her lips. 

Eggsy coughs as some water goes down the wrong way, “eh? Well, I did think I was gonna die, so ya know...” 

“What she means, Eggsy, is that we won’t bother asking how your little trip to the loo was,” Merlin says, folding his hands in his lap and turning his chair to face them, “the walls are thin, remember that lads.”

Eggsy stammers and looks to Harry for help, who’s chuckling quietly to himself.

“You can laugh, Harry,” Merlin continues, “Eggsy isn't the only one with a good set of vocal chords on him. You’re not as quiet as you think you are.” He raises an eyebrow, “anyway, looks like Charlie is starting to wake up, you can make as much noise as you want later when you have your twenty four hours. You’ll be pleased to remember that all agent’s houses are sound proofed.”

Percival and Roxy snort at Harry and Eggsy’s chastised looks.

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“C’mon, Harry. It’s a bit of fun,” Eggsy says, handing Harry his phone back once the little icon has finished downloading and turned yellow.

Harry raises a disbelieving eyebrow.

“You know,” he says as he types, “I know exactly what people use this app for. Am I really a month shy of fifty and making a Snapchat account so my twenty three year old boyfriend can send me nudes and vice versa?”

All he gets in reply is an innocent look.

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