HOW BOUT the first time harry sees eggsy in a kingsman suit? eggsy doesn't notice he's there at first 😫👌 imagine
Oh yes. Harry doesn’t really see him, though, his eyes drifting over Eggsy–not recognizing him, actually, at first. He just looks that much different, Harry more attuned to the gaudy jackets and loud sneakers.
But then there’s the laugh that Harry would recognize anywhere, Eggsy turning slightly so Harry can see more of him, the best sweep of his golden hair, the generous cut of the pinstripe suit that Harry always knew would look stunning on him–and, god, was he right.
Eggsy is a vision in his suit. Refined, gorgeous, the pinstripes accentuating his broad chest, the soft plumpness of his muscular thighs, his outrageously trim waist. Harry is momentarily left speechless.
But Eggsy exudes this boyishness, some kind of otherworldly wonder. While most men his age would either look uncomfortable or carry themselves with superiority, both extremely unbecoming, Eggsy manages to be charming, lovely, without the suit wearing him.
Harry can’t be surprised by how well Eggsy looks in the it, how naturally he wears it, like he was born for this–he knew from the start Eggsy would look the part in a tailored. But it still doesn’t stop him from being astounded by how truly beautiful he looks.
So, there’s Harry, straight up ogling Eggsy and absolutely stunned by how amazing he looks, and Eggsy turns to finally see him there and he gets this massive grin on his face. His cheeks are pinked–from the champagne in his hands? From laughing?–and he approaches Harry at a leisurely pace, a hand tucked into his trouser pockets, brushing down his tie with the confidence of a man who knows how good he looks.
“Looking not half bad, hey, Harry?” Eggsy does a little spin on his heel for Harry, laughing, managing to not spill a drop of champagne.
“Not at all,” Harry answers quietly, letting his gaze move over Eggsy’s body, languishing in all the ways it clings to him, just tight enough around the arms, curved over his legs, collar sitting along his flushed throat. “The man makes the suit, after all.”
“Nah,” Eggsy says, shaking his head, “Couple grand on anyone would make ‘em look like royalty.”
No one could ever look as stunning as you, Harry thinks, a bit deliriously, and only has his decades of training to thank for not blurting that mortifying gem of a thought out loud. He watches Eggsy tug at the hem of his jacket, a finger running along the bottom of his belt as he looks over his shoulder, and Harry is certain the look on his face is absolutely lecherous.
God almighty, it’s been ages since he’s been properly taken to bed. He knows he could teach Eggsy how to do it well. Could teach him all sorts of things, his clever hands, his pink pouty mouth, the delicate jump in his throat as he swallows, a movement Harry wants to trace with his lips.
And with that thought, Harry promptly decides he is completely buggered and this was going to be an excruciatingly long night.
please leave all over coats, canes, and top-hats with the door man from that moment you'll be out of place and under dressed I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring ahnd- please leave all over coats, canes and top-hats with the door man from that moment you'll be out of place and under dressed. I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it, ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and
*breathes biggest breath*
when you're in black slacks with accentuating off white pinstripes wo-oah