Merlin cupping Eggsy’s bruised and bloodied face in shaking hands, kissing him desperately to reaffirm himself that Eggsy is still alive, nose bumping into Eggsys from the strange angle and Eggsy is just standing there, shocked.
Merlin, pulling back with wide eyes and pressing his forehead against Eggsy’s. “I’m sorry, are you sure you-,” because for all he knows he loves Eggsy, he never wants Eggsy to think he has to do this.
Eggsy smiling softly, nuzzling into the hands cupping his face, soft over his bruises. Curls his fingers into the mass of Merlins jumpers and presses his lips back to Merlins, sweet and chase and gentle, pressing himself against Merlin and melting as Merlin sighs into his mouth, licking over Eggsy’s bottom lip and across his teeth as Eggsy moans softly, a hand coming up to cup gently at the back of Eggsy’s head, tangling in the strands.