I am so here for touch-starved!Eggsy omg and may have taken this a little far with the touch thing
The first time it happens Harry is wiping a bit of baby food off of Eggsy’s cheek. Daisy was more interested in painting with her food than eating it. The moment his fingers brushed Eggsy’s skin the boy made a small humming sound in the back of his throat and leaned into Harry’s hand.
Harry forgot about the baby food briefly and his hand stilled for a second before he wiped the food off with a quick swipe. Eggsy hissed in a breath and Harry pulled back his hand as if he’d been burned.
Harry excused himself under the impression of getting a wet cloth and Eggsy blinked for a moment before he finished feeding Daisy.
The second time Harry is a bit more intentional. He hates to admit it but all he has been able to think of is how responsive Eggsy is and whether or not the first time was just a fluke.
Harry finds Eggsy in the shooting range with Roxy.
“I’ve beat you twice now, Eggsy.” Roxy grins, “You already owe me 20.”
“Double or nothin’.” Eggsy smirked.
“You’re starting to make me feel guilty taking money for you.”
Eggsy gestured to the target and Roxy smiled before she turned and fired off once. The paper target fluttered slightly with the impact. Roxy’s shot was barely a half of an inch from the bulls-eye.
Roxy moved out of the way and Eggsy took her place, firing immediately. It wasn’t dead-center but it was a hair-breadth closer.
“God, Rox, can you be a sore loser just once?”
“She is right, Eggsy. A job well done should be recognized.”
Harry walked closer and clapped Eggsy on the back his thumb brushed the nape of Eggsy’s neck. The effect on him was instant. He froze and then seemed to shudder almost imperceptibly. There was a brief moment where Eggsy leaned back but Harry removed his hand, flexing his fingers before sliding his hands into his pockets.
Roxy quirked an eyebrow as Harry definitely makes a slow and careful exit.
By the third time Harry is getting a bit too greedy. His hand’s been itching for days just to reach out and cup Eggsy’s face, running a thumb over his cheekbone or resting his hand on the small of his back to trace circles forever.
Eggsy’s standing in his living room with a tie in one hand and the other in his hair.
Eggsy huffed a breath,
“Look, ‘arry, I just can’t get this knot.”
Harry can’t help himself. He strides over to Eggsy, slow and calculated, and pulls the tie from Eggsy’s fingers. The fabric slips through loose fingers and Harry briefly thinks that it’s not nearly as soft as Eggsy’s skin.
“The Eldredge is a difficult knot,” Harry breaths, inching closer, “you’re pulling too tightly. You need to be loose.”
Harry pulled the tie through his hands and draped it around Eggsy’s neck. He pulled on the tie slightly and Eggsy stepped forward. Harry could feel the short bursts of breath on his hands and he gripped the tie a little tighter before flexing his fingers.
“I’ve always liked this color on you,” Harry murmured, “It accents your eyes well.”
Eggsy’s breath hitched as his eyes locked with Harry’s. His hands stilled for a moment as he held Eggsy’s gaze before he looked back down. With each pass of the tie Harry’s knuckles grazed Eggsy’s shirt and he felt him shudder.
Harry finished the knot and tucked the small end into Eggsy’s button up, his fingers ghosting over the pulse point in the younger man’s neck. Harry ran his fingers over the completed knot and traced his hand down the wide end of the tie, running his knuckles lightly along Eggsy’s stomach before stopping at the end.
Harry leaned down slightly and pulled on the tie. Eggsy swayed forward and brought his hand up to rest on Harry’s chest.
Eggsy inched closer, his breath puffing against Harry’s cheek.
“Mmhmm?” Harry hummed, meeting Eggsy’s eyes.
Eggsy’s mouth moved wordlessly and his hand flexed in Harry’s shirt. Harry’s hand left the tie and moved up to Eggsy’s neck and hovered there no more than a hair’s breadth away.
Eggsy leaned into Harry’s hand and his eyes fluttered closed. Harry could feel the jump in Eggsy’s pulse as his lips parted slightly. His grip on Eggsy’s neck firmed as Harry rubbed his thumb beneath his jaw.
“Eggsy?” Harry breathed.
He was answered with a hum.
“Open your eyes, Eggsy.”
Eggsy’s eyes opened, half-lidded, to see Harry’s face barely an inch from his. Harry felt the younger man’s breath still and he glanced at his lips before looking back up into Eggsy’s full-blown eyes.
Harry licked his lips and whispered, “May I-”
Eggsy swallowed the rest of the question with a kiss.
Harry’s breath stuttered with the force of it as Eggsy pressed every inch of himself possible into Harry. His fingers curled almost desperately into Harry’s shirt. It was all Harry could do to hold on as tight as possible, his hand sinking up into Eggsy’s hair and his hand flying to press against the small of the younger man’s back, drawing him somehow closer as he rubbed slow and deliberate circles there.
Eggsy pulled away for breath but didn’t go far.
Harry chuckled lightly and brought his hand down to cup Eggsy’s jaw again, “What I was trying to ask was if I could kiss you.”
“What’s keepin’ you?”
Harry laughed and leaned in.