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sevenswellsTitle: Good Cop, Bad Cop
Author:
sevenswells
Betas: breathtaken (AO3) and A_bit_not_good_yeah (AO3)
Rating: Explicit
Fandom/Pairing: Kingsman (2015), Harry Hart/Gary "Eggsy" Unwin/Merlin
Warnings/Tropes: Daddy Kink, Threesome (M/M/M), Mildly Dubious Consent, Praise Kink, good daddy!Harry, bad daddy!Merlin, desperate!Eggsy, spanking, light bondage, rimming, deepthroating, spitroasting, orgasm delay/denial, dry humping, nipple clamps, butt plug, cumplay (I... might have gone a bit overboard)
Status: Finished, chapter 3/3
Summary: Gary “Eggsy” Unwin feels a lot like the Statue of Liberty these days, inasmuch as he’s carrying around a giant torch for his former-mentor-turned-boss at Kingsman, Harry Hart. He decides to confess, knowing full well that Harry is already involved with Merlin, Kingsman’s cyberwizard. At any rate, getting them off his chest will probably make those inappropriate feelings go away, right? Except they don’t. As it happens, Merlin doesn’t like people touching his things, but for Eggsy… he wants to make an exception.
Or: the one where Eggsy has not one but two daddies; a good one, and a bad, bad one.
Notes: And it's finally done! Next, I hope I'll have the time to write a few more Kingsman fics, especially this summer when I'll be working as an au pair watching over a 2 year old kid -- I'm definitely gonna need it
Word count: 3 863 w. for this part (10970 w. all in all)
Also available on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3640995/chapters/8263021
Eggsy lifted his mouth to breathe and a sound escaped him that sounded a lot like a whimper. He couldn’t. Merlin had to be joking. He’d never be able to survive it. Yet Harry apparently agreed with Merlin, since he left Eggsy’s side and came back with lube, then urged him to stand up on his feet. The bent-over position was far from comfortable, especially since he could barely maintain his balance with his bound hands on one of Merlin’s thighs, but the change of angle definitely allowed better and deeper sucking, as confirmed by Merlin’s louder groans and moving hips which drove his enormous dick farther down Eggsy’s throat.
Blood was rushing to his head due to the incline of his upper body and he was very nearly choking, but he decided there was nothing in the world he’d stop for: Merlin was right, he did want more, even with his mouth and throat already full of cock, he wanted Harry to fill him up as well, to be taken at the same time by both of these men. He moaned around the head of Merlin’s prick and increased his suction, slurping precome and drool, until Merlin’s hand shot up to grab him by the hair and fuck his face. There was nothing left to do but close his eyes and just take it at the rhythm of Merlin’s choosing.
“Jesus fuck, Eggsy,” Merlin gritted, palm sweaty in Eggsy’s hair and losing his grip from time to time, only to grab tighter the next. “You’re brilliant at this. Look at you. You fit my cock like a glove.”
This praise from Merlin was so unexpected Eggsy almost spluttered — but caught himself in time. He chanced peeking up at Merlin again; this time, their eyes met. Eggsy had to make an effort not to close his eyes right away, to shield himself from the intensity with which Merlin was looking at him — not unlike how Harry used to look at him. He still couldn’t believe Merlin had called him brilliant. It made Eggsy want to be even better, to take a bit of the control back in order to pleasure him further. He couldn’t do much, but he tried working his tongue against the ridges he found dragging against it on the out-strokes; he hummed each time he had the opportunity, low in his throat, knowing Merlin would feel the delicious vibration deep in his cock, all the way down to his balls. He was rewarded with a, “Fuck, yes, Eggsy!” and his own warm pride at seeing the blissed-out smile on Merlin’s handsome face. His heart nearly skipped a beat.
“You see how talented you are, my Eggsy?” Harry said, leaning close, fondness warming his voice. Eggsy got hot all over; he was his Eggsy now. “See how good you are for him?”
Meanwhile Harry’s fingers had easily breached him, since he was already a bit loose and stimulated from the rimming. Those fingers worked him so gently, and Eggsy was so sidetracked with keeping that smile on Merlin’s face, that it was only when Harry withdrew them that he realised he’d missed out on properly feeling them prep him. He could have kicked himself, were he not bound, being face-fucked and about to be spit-roasted by the two hottest men he knew.
Harry lined himself up, and he had Eggsy’s full attention this time. Apparently Eggsy was appalling at multitasking during sex, as he was already losing rhythm on Merlin’s prick, but this was Harry, fucking him, for the first time. No way would he have his mind elsewhere when that happened. Any minute now. Except Harry was not moving at all, and only the tip of his cock was touching Eggsy’s arsehole, maddeningly teasing.
Out of the blue, Eggsy’s whole body started shaking. He couldn’t stop it. All at once the tension, the anticipation, the muscle fatigue were taking their toll, and even his physical training at Kingsman could not have prepared him for this. He couldn’t beg with actual words, so his body was taking over for him and getting the message across anyway.
Taking pity on him, Harry finally seized Eggsy’s hips to stop the quivering, and he drove himself forward. In one slow, purposeful push, he sheathed himself all the way in. There it was; the impossible fullness Eggsy had been desperate for. Now he had both Harry and Merlin inside him, claiming him thoroughly on both ends, making him feel owned like he never had before.
“I knew you’d be lovely inside and out, darling boy,” Harry managed past his strained breathing. “Hot and tight and perfect for me. How is it, having two cocks in you, my sweet little slut? You needed to be filled so badly you were trembling like a leaf, poor thing. Is it everything you hoped for?”
Obviously Eggsy couldn’t reply so he clenched his inner muscles around Harry’s girth to show his appreciation, which elicited a groan behind him. After a beat, Harry withdrew almost all the way then slammed back inside while he maintained a death grip on Eggsy’s hips. The smooth, expert move made Eggsy’s eyes roll back in his head. “However, I would ask you to keep paying attention. You’ve been performing so well so far. Don’t let such splendid efforts go to waste.”
Eggsy realised he’d completely stopped sucking Merlin off. With saintly patience, the man had allowed Eggsy to take his time enjoying Harry’s cock while he on the other hand was left entirely neglected. He hadn’t pushed for it, hadn’t moved the whole time, and Eggsy hadn’t even noticed. Eggsy’s face burned up: he hadn’t meant at all to slack off like that and be so unfair to Merlin. The man certainly deserved better. Eggsy picked up the pace again, bobbing his head furiously and trying to keep his lips pursed, although they were so tired and overworked, all he succeeded in doing was slobber all over Merlin’s cock, making a whole bloody mess of it. Merlin didn’t seem to mind, however, and when Eggsy glanced at him to check, he didn’t look like he was holding a grudge against him for his slip-up either, thank fuck.
“Good... Very good, Eggsy,” Merlin spurred him on while Harry set to moving inside Eggsy. “Keep it up like that, I might just come in your mouth. Would you like that? Would you be a good boy and swallow it all down?”
Eggsy hummed his assent, wanting nothing more than that, to be a good boy. Merlin groaned and started thrusting into his willing mouth again.
Unfortunately, it soon became apparent that with Harry’s skills at hitting Eggsy’s sweet spot every time he fucked into him, sparking mind-numbing pleasure throughout his body, Eggsy wouldn’t be able to keep up the deepthroating. Too much sensation, not enough concentration; an accident was bound to happen — and it did.
It was his own fault, really: instead of using hand signals to call for a stop, he threw his head back without warning and tried to escape Merlin’s grip. He’d timed it badly, just as Merlin was pushing his hips up, and it resulted in his teeth scraping the head of Merlin’s cock. Worse, it also happened at the exact moment he felt the deep pulse of Harry’s cock spurting inside him and heard behind him Harry’s contented sigh as he climaxed. Time slowed down as dread wrung his gut like an old wet cloth.
Merlin wrenched Eggsy’s head back by the hair, and once his cock was entirely dislodged from his mouth, he slapped Eggsy across the face. The slap hadn’t been that hard, although Eggsy’s ears were ringing; it was the humiliation that actually hurt, along with the stinging sense of failure.
Before Harry pulled out, Merlin forcefully grabbed Eggsy’s chin and forced him to look him in the eye:
“I’m very cross with you,” he said. Eggsy’s heart sank. “I want you to hold Harry’s come inside you. Don’t let it spill out, or I swear you won’t like what I will do to you.”
Eggsy immediately clenched with Harry still inside him, feeling the drag of his cock against his inner walls all the way out. With fear as an incentive, Eggsy somehow managed to keep his hole closed and Harry’s hot come inside.
“Plug him up and pass me the clamps, Harry, please.”
Thankfully he didn’t have to hold for too long; he soon felt the push of a butt plug against his entrance, which he welcomed with relief. It wasn’t too big and felt just the right side of snug in his arse.
“It was my intention to let you come when we were done — thanks, Harry,” Merlin said, accepting from Harry what kind of looked like two tiny clothespins, linked together with a long silver chain — nipple clamps. Eggsy had seen them on the internet but had never experienced them firsthand. “I’ve changed my mind.”
Eggsy keened, realising only now he was being denied, that he was painfully hard and leaking, that he had been for quite some time, and that he desperately needed release.
“Please, sir,” he begged brokenly, voice all gone — fuck, but his throat still hurt, it felt as though Merlin’s cock was still crammed in there. “Please let me come, sir, please.”
“Nuh-uh. Good little boys who don't bring teeth into their cocksucking get to come. Not you.”
Eggsy bit his lips to stop himself from breaking down crying. His eyes filled up with tears all the same.
“Merlin, dear, can’t you show some mercy for once?” Harry intervened, ever the angel.
Merlin quickly fitted the nipple clamps on Eggsy’s chest, merely pinching at first, but then Merlin screwed them on tighter, tightest, one after the other, and Eggsy was in agony. His tears spilled over and fell, and once he’d started crying, he found he couldn’t stop. His sobs were so violent they ended up in hiccups. He felt exhausted. How the fuck had he become this mess?
Merlin pretended to consider Harry’s proposition and Eggsy going to pieces in front of him for a moment, then conceded, “Alright, alright. Although you’re going to have to hump my leg, if you want to come so badly. And you better make a good show of it.”
“What do we say, Eggsy?” Harry prompted.
“Thank you, sir, thank you,” Eggsy sniffed, bringing Merlin’s tie on his wrists up to his face to wipe away some of the snot there. He’d die of embarrassment later; right now all he wanted was to do something about his untouched prick, which was starting to hurt about as much as his nipples. He barely had any energy left in him, but he straddled one of Merlin’s legs all the same and started moving his hips. The friction alone was not nearly enough — he didn’t care: he was in such an advanced state of sexual frustration he reckoned he could come fairly quickly just from this, if he concentrated. Plus, if he clenched in time with the movements of his pelvis, the plug moved inside him too.
So Merlin wanted a show? Eggsy would give him one. His whimpers went higher and higher as he rubbed his crotch against Merlin’s leg with renewed fervour; he could feel the crest of his orgasm forming... Until excruciating pain shot him down and made him crash. Merlin had tugged on the clamps’ chain just as Eggsy was beginning to climax, and the sensation of having his nipples all but torn away from his chest had cut his orgasm short.
“What’s the matter, Eggsy? Can’t come? Is that too difficult for you now, or am I the problem? Oh, I get it. It’s me, isn’t it,” the bastard quipped with a knowing smile.
Eggsy could punch him. He could see it happening in his head, with all the details, how his fist would crash into Merlin’s smug fucking face and it was amazing.
Well, he would have to content himself with the mental image, because it sure as fuck wasn’t happening, at least not until he had Merlin’s leg covered in come. He answered Merlin’s smile with a smirk of his own and a wink, before he went at it again, drawing from his last reserves. And soon enough, although his prick was starting to chafe and his muscles were burning, there it was, pleasure building in his groin, twisting like a coil...
“My, my, aren’t you a feisty one tonight,” Merlin drawled, amused, and he pulled on the chain again, just enough to distract Eggsy with the pain and stop him from coming once more.
“Fuck!” Eggsy cried out in sheer frustration, as he fell to the floor on his butt. The impact shocked the plug inside him, and the little stab of pleasure he got from that felt like just another taunt to his unfulfilled state. His bruised nipples were throbbing, as was his dick, his muscles were trembling from fatigue and he was completely out of breath. He couldn’t go again, he couldn’t...
“That is quite enough of that,” Harry cut in, echoing Eggsy’s screaming thoughts. He sat back on the sofa beside Merlin and beckoned Eggsy over.
“I see,” Merlin said, mock-hurt when Eggsy went to Harry on his hands and knees. “Our boy has his preferences. There’s always a favourite parent, isn’t there?”
Harry ignored him, and when he took Eggsy’s face in his hands, his touch was so gentle Eggsy almost cried again.
“It really was me that was the problem, then,” Merlin continued, good-naturedly. “I bet you wouldn’t have any trouble coming if you humped Harry’s leg, would you, Eggsy? How does that sound?”
Harry planted a quick kiss on Eggsy’s lips.
“What do you say, Eggsy? Shall we show him?”
At the thought of having to go through it all again, Eggsy entered full freak-out mode. He’d rather not come ever again in his life.
“No no no Harry, daddy, I can’t, I can’t...”
“Shhh, shhh Eggsy, calm down... I’ll help you, of course I’ll help you... Come on, up, up.”
He put his hand in the small of Eggsy’s back as he helped him to his knees, pressing Eggsy’s erection against the leg he pushed between his thighs. Soft fabric cocooned the underside of Eggsy’s prick.
“Eggsy, look at me.”
Eggsy gazed into the deep brown of Harry’s eyes. He latched on to the kindness he read there, the sheer affection he was craving with every fibre of his being.
“Move, now, Eggsy. For me.”
He whined like a wounded animal when he heard the order; nevertheless he obeyed, even though his whole body protested and was on the verge of collapsing.
There was barely any pleasure left to chase — still, he kept at it, until he got some of the warmth back... then Harry unscrewed the clamps, suddenly freeing his nipples, and Eggsy fucking exploded. Just like that, he went from zero point five to one thousand, just with the relief from that horrible pain turning to instant, infinite bliss — and he came, and came. His brain might have shut down and told him to fuck off after that, because when he came to, he was being lifted by the shoulders between Harry and Merlin and carried upstairs to Harry’s king-size bed, which he welcomed with open arms, like a long-lost friend.
Exhaustion didn’t even begin to define the state he was in. He just wanted to sleep until he died of old age... but Merlin had another idea.
“There is one more thing, boy... I’d love to fuck you now. If it’s alright with you.”
Eggsy was all but dead at that point. There was nothing left of him, just, nothing, and yet... he still found in him the strength to stammer a weak “green” to Merlin and let him use his wrecked body as he liked. He had been pushed beyond all limits and yet he was still able to give this to Merlin, one more piece of himself he didn’t even know he possessed.
Merlin parted Eggsy’s butt cheeks and pulled the plug out. Congealed spunk slowly oozed out, helped along by Merlin’s scissoring fingers, and ran down his thighs. The shudder of disgust alone was enough to keep Eggsy awake, then Merlin replaced his fingers with his big, hard cock, that he pushed slowly into Eggsy’s hole, stretching it even more than Harry had done. Eggsy’s brain fully came back online, sleepiness all gone.
He thought Merlin would just take him roughly as he’d done his mouth and throat, but that just went to show how little Eggsy knew him, really. On the contrary, Merlin took his time, because he was an utter bastard, and fucked him nice and slow, almost as though they really were lovers and he wanted to be gentle, for once.
“There you are, Eggsy,” Merlin said. “You’re right where I want you. It took time and effort but we’ve really fucked the fight out of you, haven’t we? Look at you, all soft and pliant, just taking it, all for my sake... Good boy.”
Something in his chest tightened when he heard the words he’d only ever wanted to hear from Merlin. Now everything was falling into place and perfection was almost reached... only something was missing. As he squirmed under Merlin’s slow fucking, he breathed an inaudible “yellow.” Merlin heard him nevertheless and slowed down impossibly, to the point he was barely moving at all: he only maintained the barest, minimal friction that made Eggsy shiver and raised goosebumps all over his skin.
“What is it, darling?” Merlin asked softly.
Eggsy managed to gather his thoughts just enough to call for Harry and beg, “Please, Harry, can I have your cock in my mouth? Not for... I just need...”
There was apparently no need for him to explain any further, for which he was unbearably glad because words had become too fucking difficult. He couldn’t even suck on Harry’s soft dick, he only wanted to keep it in his mouth while Merlin fucked him, just a comforting presence and weight that tasted of Harry on his tongue.
It felt right, forming this connection between the three of them again, even though there was barely anything sexual about it anymore, not for him. He canted his hips just a little to allow deeper penetration and twisted his arm to squeeze the flesh of Merlin’s flank, which was all he could grab, silently urging him to continue to thrust, harder. Merlin obliged, while Harry set to petting Eggsy’s hair as Eggsy feebly suckled on Harry’s dormant prick, and everything was all right with the world.
Eggsy was back to being half asleep by the time Merlin came and pulled out of him. More come gushed out of Eggsy in the wake of Merlin’s softening cock.
Eggsy’s thighs were left a mess; he felt utterly filthy, and utterly used.
And utterly, utterly glorious.
***
He woke up some time in the middle of the night, completely disoriented, body overheated between two burning furnaces that turned out to be Harry and Merlin sandwiching him. They were having a soft whispered conversation he couldn’t understand above his head and were exchanging kisses from time to time. It was a sweet, intimate moment suspended in time between two long-time lovers and Eggsy felt a physical, acute sensation of not belonging.
“Alright,” he mumbled, attempting to move. His cheeks and tongue were cottony, as though he’d gotten completely pissed and was suffering from a hangover. Reality came crashing down hard on him. His nipples, his throat, his arse were still sensitive, his muscles were all cramped; at least someone had taken the time to wash his skin of all the spunk. Harry, most probably. “I think I should... I’m gonna...”
“Don’t be daft,” Merlin snapped. He pushed his hand flat against Eggsy’s torso to keep him down on the mattress.
Wrong fucking thing to say.
A flare of sudden fury gave Eggsy the strength to struggle against it and shout, “Game’s over now, I ain’t your fucktoy no more, lemme go!”
Merlin took his hand back right away, as if burned, allowing Eggsy to sit upright on the edge of the bed, as he gathered his will and strength to get up and go.
“Eggsy...” Harry began, and Eggsy couldn’t stand the tone of his voice. No. Fuck this. He would be no one’s charity case.
“Thanks for everything, Harry, Merlin. It was fun. I’m going now.”
Harry clicked on the bedside lamp. The sudden light hurt Eggsy’s eyes and distracted him enough to stop him from getting the fuck out of there as fast as he could.
“Eggsy, please, listen. Do you know why I agreed to do this?” Harry asked softly.
“It was a mistake,” Eggsy replied, not looking at him.
“No, no, don’t say that...”
“You know I love you, Harry,” he cried out. Fuck this, fuck it all. It was too late, or too early for all this dramatic bullshit. All the same, he soldiered on, “And I know this is only what you can give me. It’s fine, I just... I just want to be with you, even if it’s all I get. But don’t ask me to stick around afterwards and pretend... This isn’t... I’m not... I can’t...” He couldn’t go on.
“Aren’t you forgetting something very important, here, Eggsy?” Merlin chipped in. “I hate to sound conceited, but don’t you think I factor in too, or am I just the obstacle?”
When Eggsy didn’t reply, Harry spoke up again, “Eggsy, when Merlin came to me with his proposition, I refused. Even when he reminded me how much I... How much I care for you, and how it would make my life so much more difficult if I kept denying what I felt... well, he couldn’t convince me to accept either. It wasn’t until I had his word that he would be as committed about this, about your well-being and your emotions, as I was, that we wouldn’t only be playing with you, that I agreed we could try. Our deal together included you ‘sticking around afterwards’, as you say, so we would take care of you, and give you the affection you deserve.”
“I thought it went without saying,” Merlin muttered grumpily.
“So...” Eggsy started, unsure. “So what does that...”
“It means I love you too, Eggsy,” Harry sighed with a touch of fond exasperation. “And that Merlin cares about you as well, enough to learn to love you too, maybe as much as I do, in time. It means we belong to one another now, all three of us.”
“Didn’t I tell you the other day? Harry’s not the only one,” Merlin said simply.
“Eggsy,” Harry called, and Eggsy had never heard anyone say his name like that, ever. “Please. Stay.”
Eggsy didn’t need much else to be convinced after Harry’s declaration, but it was Harry’s next two words that completely won him over, words that he would keep engraved in his heart for as long as he lived.
“For us.”
Author:
sevenswellsBetas: breathtaken (AO3) and A_bit_not_good_yeah (AO3)
Rating: Explicit
Fandom/Pairing: Kingsman (2015), Harry Hart/Gary "Eggsy" Unwin/Merlin
Warnings/Tropes: Daddy Kink, Threesome (M/M/M), Mildly Dubious Consent, Praise Kink, good daddy!Harry, bad daddy!Merlin, desperate!Eggsy, spanking, light bondage, rimming, deepthroating, spitroasting, orgasm delay/denial, dry humping, nipple clamps, butt plug, cumplay (I... might have gone a bit overboard)
Status: Finished, chapter 3/3
Summary: Gary “Eggsy” Unwin feels a lot like the Statue of Liberty these days, inasmuch as he’s carrying around a giant torch for his former-mentor-turned-boss at Kingsman, Harry Hart. He decides to confess, knowing full well that Harry is already involved with Merlin, Kingsman’s cyberwizard. At any rate, getting them off his chest will probably make those inappropriate feelings go away, right? Except they don’t. As it happens, Merlin doesn’t like people touching his things, but for Eggsy… he wants to make an exception.
Or: the one where Eggsy has not one but two daddies; a good one, and a bad, bad one.
Notes: And it's finally done! Next, I hope I'll have the time to write a few more Kingsman fics, especially this summer when I'll be working as an au pair watching over a 2 year old kid -- I'm definitely gonna need it
Word count: 3 863 w. for this part (10970 w. all in all)
Also available on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3640995/chapters/8263021
Eggsy lifted his mouth to breathe and a sound escaped him that sounded a lot like a whimper. He couldn’t. Merlin had to be joking. He’d never be able to survive it. Yet Harry apparently agreed with Merlin, since he left Eggsy’s side and came back with lube, then urged him to stand up on his feet. The bent-over position was far from comfortable, especially since he could barely maintain his balance with his bound hands on one of Merlin’s thighs, but the change of angle definitely allowed better and deeper sucking, as confirmed by Merlin’s louder groans and moving hips which drove his enormous dick farther down Eggsy’s throat.
Blood was rushing to his head due to the incline of his upper body and he was very nearly choking, but he decided there was nothing in the world he’d stop for: Merlin was right, he did want more, even with his mouth and throat already full of cock, he wanted Harry to fill him up as well, to be taken at the same time by both of these men. He moaned around the head of Merlin’s prick and increased his suction, slurping precome and drool, until Merlin’s hand shot up to grab him by the hair and fuck his face. There was nothing left to do but close his eyes and just take it at the rhythm of Merlin’s choosing.
“Jesus fuck, Eggsy,” Merlin gritted, palm sweaty in Eggsy’s hair and losing his grip from time to time, only to grab tighter the next. “You’re brilliant at this. Look at you. You fit my cock like a glove.”
This praise from Merlin was so unexpected Eggsy almost spluttered — but caught himself in time. He chanced peeking up at Merlin again; this time, their eyes met. Eggsy had to make an effort not to close his eyes right away, to shield himself from the intensity with which Merlin was looking at him — not unlike how Harry used to look at him. He still couldn’t believe Merlin had called him brilliant. It made Eggsy want to be even better, to take a bit of the control back in order to pleasure him further. He couldn’t do much, but he tried working his tongue against the ridges he found dragging against it on the out-strokes; he hummed each time he had the opportunity, low in his throat, knowing Merlin would feel the delicious vibration deep in his cock, all the way down to his balls. He was rewarded with a, “Fuck, yes, Eggsy!” and his own warm pride at seeing the blissed-out smile on Merlin’s handsome face. His heart nearly skipped a beat.
“You see how talented you are, my Eggsy?” Harry said, leaning close, fondness warming his voice. Eggsy got hot all over; he was his Eggsy now. “See how good you are for him?”
Meanwhile Harry’s fingers had easily breached him, since he was already a bit loose and stimulated from the rimming. Those fingers worked him so gently, and Eggsy was so sidetracked with keeping that smile on Merlin’s face, that it was only when Harry withdrew them that he realised he’d missed out on properly feeling them prep him. He could have kicked himself, were he not bound, being face-fucked and about to be spit-roasted by the two hottest men he knew.
Harry lined himself up, and he had Eggsy’s full attention this time. Apparently Eggsy was appalling at multitasking during sex, as he was already losing rhythm on Merlin’s prick, but this was Harry, fucking him, for the first time. No way would he have his mind elsewhere when that happened. Any minute now. Except Harry was not moving at all, and only the tip of his cock was touching Eggsy’s arsehole, maddeningly teasing.
Out of the blue, Eggsy’s whole body started shaking. He couldn’t stop it. All at once the tension, the anticipation, the muscle fatigue were taking their toll, and even his physical training at Kingsman could not have prepared him for this. He couldn’t beg with actual words, so his body was taking over for him and getting the message across anyway.
Taking pity on him, Harry finally seized Eggsy’s hips to stop the quivering, and he drove himself forward. In one slow, purposeful push, he sheathed himself all the way in. There it was; the impossible fullness Eggsy had been desperate for. Now he had both Harry and Merlin inside him, claiming him thoroughly on both ends, making him feel owned like he never had before.
“I knew you’d be lovely inside and out, darling boy,” Harry managed past his strained breathing. “Hot and tight and perfect for me. How is it, having two cocks in you, my sweet little slut? You needed to be filled so badly you were trembling like a leaf, poor thing. Is it everything you hoped for?”
Obviously Eggsy couldn’t reply so he clenched his inner muscles around Harry’s girth to show his appreciation, which elicited a groan behind him. After a beat, Harry withdrew almost all the way then slammed back inside while he maintained a death grip on Eggsy’s hips. The smooth, expert move made Eggsy’s eyes roll back in his head. “However, I would ask you to keep paying attention. You’ve been performing so well so far. Don’t let such splendid efforts go to waste.”
Eggsy realised he’d completely stopped sucking Merlin off. With saintly patience, the man had allowed Eggsy to take his time enjoying Harry’s cock while he on the other hand was left entirely neglected. He hadn’t pushed for it, hadn’t moved the whole time, and Eggsy hadn’t even noticed. Eggsy’s face burned up: he hadn’t meant at all to slack off like that and be so unfair to Merlin. The man certainly deserved better. Eggsy picked up the pace again, bobbing his head furiously and trying to keep his lips pursed, although they were so tired and overworked, all he succeeded in doing was slobber all over Merlin’s cock, making a whole bloody mess of it. Merlin didn’t seem to mind, however, and when Eggsy glanced at him to check, he didn’t look like he was holding a grudge against him for his slip-up either, thank fuck.
“Good... Very good, Eggsy,” Merlin spurred him on while Harry set to moving inside Eggsy. “Keep it up like that, I might just come in your mouth. Would you like that? Would you be a good boy and swallow it all down?”
Eggsy hummed his assent, wanting nothing more than that, to be a good boy. Merlin groaned and started thrusting into his willing mouth again.
Unfortunately, it soon became apparent that with Harry’s skills at hitting Eggsy’s sweet spot every time he fucked into him, sparking mind-numbing pleasure throughout his body, Eggsy wouldn’t be able to keep up the deepthroating. Too much sensation, not enough concentration; an accident was bound to happen — and it did.
It was his own fault, really: instead of using hand signals to call for a stop, he threw his head back without warning and tried to escape Merlin’s grip. He’d timed it badly, just as Merlin was pushing his hips up, and it resulted in his teeth scraping the head of Merlin’s cock. Worse, it also happened at the exact moment he felt the deep pulse of Harry’s cock spurting inside him and heard behind him Harry’s contented sigh as he climaxed. Time slowed down as dread wrung his gut like an old wet cloth.
Merlin wrenched Eggsy’s head back by the hair, and once his cock was entirely dislodged from his mouth, he slapped Eggsy across the face. The slap hadn’t been that hard, although Eggsy’s ears were ringing; it was the humiliation that actually hurt, along with the stinging sense of failure.
Before Harry pulled out, Merlin forcefully grabbed Eggsy’s chin and forced him to look him in the eye:
“I’m very cross with you,” he said. Eggsy’s heart sank. “I want you to hold Harry’s come inside you. Don’t let it spill out, or I swear you won’t like what I will do to you.”
Eggsy immediately clenched with Harry still inside him, feeling the drag of his cock against his inner walls all the way out. With fear as an incentive, Eggsy somehow managed to keep his hole closed and Harry’s hot come inside.
“Plug him up and pass me the clamps, Harry, please.”
Thankfully he didn’t have to hold for too long; he soon felt the push of a butt plug against his entrance, which he welcomed with relief. It wasn’t too big and felt just the right side of snug in his arse.
“It was my intention to let you come when we were done — thanks, Harry,” Merlin said, accepting from Harry what kind of looked like two tiny clothespins, linked together with a long silver chain — nipple clamps. Eggsy had seen them on the internet but had never experienced them firsthand. “I’ve changed my mind.”
Eggsy keened, realising only now he was being denied, that he was painfully hard and leaking, that he had been for quite some time, and that he desperately needed release.
“Please, sir,” he begged brokenly, voice all gone — fuck, but his throat still hurt, it felt as though Merlin’s cock was still crammed in there. “Please let me come, sir, please.”
“Nuh-uh. Good little boys who don't bring teeth into their cocksucking get to come. Not you.”
Eggsy bit his lips to stop himself from breaking down crying. His eyes filled up with tears all the same.
“Merlin, dear, can’t you show some mercy for once?” Harry intervened, ever the angel.
Merlin quickly fitted the nipple clamps on Eggsy’s chest, merely pinching at first, but then Merlin screwed them on tighter, tightest, one after the other, and Eggsy was in agony. His tears spilled over and fell, and once he’d started crying, he found he couldn’t stop. His sobs were so violent they ended up in hiccups. He felt exhausted. How the fuck had he become this mess?
Merlin pretended to consider Harry’s proposition and Eggsy going to pieces in front of him for a moment, then conceded, “Alright, alright. Although you’re going to have to hump my leg, if you want to come so badly. And you better make a good show of it.”
“What do we say, Eggsy?” Harry prompted.
“Thank you, sir, thank you,” Eggsy sniffed, bringing Merlin’s tie on his wrists up to his face to wipe away some of the snot there. He’d die of embarrassment later; right now all he wanted was to do something about his untouched prick, which was starting to hurt about as much as his nipples. He barely had any energy left in him, but he straddled one of Merlin’s legs all the same and started moving his hips. The friction alone was not nearly enough — he didn’t care: he was in such an advanced state of sexual frustration he reckoned he could come fairly quickly just from this, if he concentrated. Plus, if he clenched in time with the movements of his pelvis, the plug moved inside him too.
So Merlin wanted a show? Eggsy would give him one. His whimpers went higher and higher as he rubbed his crotch against Merlin’s leg with renewed fervour; he could feel the crest of his orgasm forming... Until excruciating pain shot him down and made him crash. Merlin had tugged on the clamps’ chain just as Eggsy was beginning to climax, and the sensation of having his nipples all but torn away from his chest had cut his orgasm short.
“What’s the matter, Eggsy? Can’t come? Is that too difficult for you now, or am I the problem? Oh, I get it. It’s me, isn’t it,” the bastard quipped with a knowing smile.
Eggsy could punch him. He could see it happening in his head, with all the details, how his fist would crash into Merlin’s smug fucking face and it was amazing.
Well, he would have to content himself with the mental image, because it sure as fuck wasn’t happening, at least not until he had Merlin’s leg covered in come. He answered Merlin’s smile with a smirk of his own and a wink, before he went at it again, drawing from his last reserves. And soon enough, although his prick was starting to chafe and his muscles were burning, there it was, pleasure building in his groin, twisting like a coil...
“My, my, aren’t you a feisty one tonight,” Merlin drawled, amused, and he pulled on the chain again, just enough to distract Eggsy with the pain and stop him from coming once more.
“Fuck!” Eggsy cried out in sheer frustration, as he fell to the floor on his butt. The impact shocked the plug inside him, and the little stab of pleasure he got from that felt like just another taunt to his unfulfilled state. His bruised nipples were throbbing, as was his dick, his muscles were trembling from fatigue and he was completely out of breath. He couldn’t go again, he couldn’t...
“That is quite enough of that,” Harry cut in, echoing Eggsy’s screaming thoughts. He sat back on the sofa beside Merlin and beckoned Eggsy over.
“I see,” Merlin said, mock-hurt when Eggsy went to Harry on his hands and knees. “Our boy has his preferences. There’s always a favourite parent, isn’t there?”
Harry ignored him, and when he took Eggsy’s face in his hands, his touch was so gentle Eggsy almost cried again.
“It really was me that was the problem, then,” Merlin continued, good-naturedly. “I bet you wouldn’t have any trouble coming if you humped Harry’s leg, would you, Eggsy? How does that sound?”
Harry planted a quick kiss on Eggsy’s lips.
“What do you say, Eggsy? Shall we show him?”
At the thought of having to go through it all again, Eggsy entered full freak-out mode. He’d rather not come ever again in his life.
“No no no Harry, daddy, I can’t, I can’t...”
“Shhh, shhh Eggsy, calm down... I’ll help you, of course I’ll help you... Come on, up, up.”
He put his hand in the small of Eggsy’s back as he helped him to his knees, pressing Eggsy’s erection against the leg he pushed between his thighs. Soft fabric cocooned the underside of Eggsy’s prick.
“Eggsy, look at me.”
Eggsy gazed into the deep brown of Harry’s eyes. He latched on to the kindness he read there, the sheer affection he was craving with every fibre of his being.
“Move, now, Eggsy. For me.”
He whined like a wounded animal when he heard the order; nevertheless he obeyed, even though his whole body protested and was on the verge of collapsing.
There was barely any pleasure left to chase — still, he kept at it, until he got some of the warmth back... then Harry unscrewed the clamps, suddenly freeing his nipples, and Eggsy fucking exploded. Just like that, he went from zero point five to one thousand, just with the relief from that horrible pain turning to instant, infinite bliss — and he came, and came. His brain might have shut down and told him to fuck off after that, because when he came to, he was being lifted by the shoulders between Harry and Merlin and carried upstairs to Harry’s king-size bed, which he welcomed with open arms, like a long-lost friend.
Exhaustion didn’t even begin to define the state he was in. He just wanted to sleep until he died of old age... but Merlin had another idea.
“There is one more thing, boy... I’d love to fuck you now. If it’s alright with you.”
Eggsy was all but dead at that point. There was nothing left of him, just, nothing, and yet... he still found in him the strength to stammer a weak “green” to Merlin and let him use his wrecked body as he liked. He had been pushed beyond all limits and yet he was still able to give this to Merlin, one more piece of himself he didn’t even know he possessed.
Merlin parted Eggsy’s butt cheeks and pulled the plug out. Congealed spunk slowly oozed out, helped along by Merlin’s scissoring fingers, and ran down his thighs. The shudder of disgust alone was enough to keep Eggsy awake, then Merlin replaced his fingers with his big, hard cock, that he pushed slowly into Eggsy’s hole, stretching it even more than Harry had done. Eggsy’s brain fully came back online, sleepiness all gone.
He thought Merlin would just take him roughly as he’d done his mouth and throat, but that just went to show how little Eggsy knew him, really. On the contrary, Merlin took his time, because he was an utter bastard, and fucked him nice and slow, almost as though they really were lovers and he wanted to be gentle, for once.
“There you are, Eggsy,” Merlin said. “You’re right where I want you. It took time and effort but we’ve really fucked the fight out of you, haven’t we? Look at you, all soft and pliant, just taking it, all for my sake... Good boy.”
Something in his chest tightened when he heard the words he’d only ever wanted to hear from Merlin. Now everything was falling into place and perfection was almost reached... only something was missing. As he squirmed under Merlin’s slow fucking, he breathed an inaudible “yellow.” Merlin heard him nevertheless and slowed down impossibly, to the point he was barely moving at all: he only maintained the barest, minimal friction that made Eggsy shiver and raised goosebumps all over his skin.
“What is it, darling?” Merlin asked softly.
Eggsy managed to gather his thoughts just enough to call for Harry and beg, “Please, Harry, can I have your cock in my mouth? Not for... I just need...”
There was apparently no need for him to explain any further, for which he was unbearably glad because words had become too fucking difficult. He couldn’t even suck on Harry’s soft dick, he only wanted to keep it in his mouth while Merlin fucked him, just a comforting presence and weight that tasted of Harry on his tongue.
It felt right, forming this connection between the three of them again, even though there was barely anything sexual about it anymore, not for him. He canted his hips just a little to allow deeper penetration and twisted his arm to squeeze the flesh of Merlin’s flank, which was all he could grab, silently urging him to continue to thrust, harder. Merlin obliged, while Harry set to petting Eggsy’s hair as Eggsy feebly suckled on Harry’s dormant prick, and everything was all right with the world.
Eggsy was back to being half asleep by the time Merlin came and pulled out of him. More come gushed out of Eggsy in the wake of Merlin’s softening cock.
Eggsy’s thighs were left a mess; he felt utterly filthy, and utterly used.
And utterly, utterly glorious.
***
He woke up some time in the middle of the night, completely disoriented, body overheated between two burning furnaces that turned out to be Harry and Merlin sandwiching him. They were having a soft whispered conversation he couldn’t understand above his head and were exchanging kisses from time to time. It was a sweet, intimate moment suspended in time between two long-time lovers and Eggsy felt a physical, acute sensation of not belonging.
“Alright,” he mumbled, attempting to move. His cheeks and tongue were cottony, as though he’d gotten completely pissed and was suffering from a hangover. Reality came crashing down hard on him. His nipples, his throat, his arse were still sensitive, his muscles were all cramped; at least someone had taken the time to wash his skin of all the spunk. Harry, most probably. “I think I should... I’m gonna...”
“Don’t be daft,” Merlin snapped. He pushed his hand flat against Eggsy’s torso to keep him down on the mattress.
Wrong fucking thing to say.
A flare of sudden fury gave Eggsy the strength to struggle against it and shout, “Game’s over now, I ain’t your fucktoy no more, lemme go!”
Merlin took his hand back right away, as if burned, allowing Eggsy to sit upright on the edge of the bed, as he gathered his will and strength to get up and go.
“Eggsy...” Harry began, and Eggsy couldn’t stand the tone of his voice. No. Fuck this. He would be no one’s charity case.
“Thanks for everything, Harry, Merlin. It was fun. I’m going now.”
Harry clicked on the bedside lamp. The sudden light hurt Eggsy’s eyes and distracted him enough to stop him from getting the fuck out of there as fast as he could.
“Eggsy, please, listen. Do you know why I agreed to do this?” Harry asked softly.
“It was a mistake,” Eggsy replied, not looking at him.
“No, no, don’t say that...”
“You know I love you, Harry,” he cried out. Fuck this, fuck it all. It was too late, or too early for all this dramatic bullshit. All the same, he soldiered on, “And I know this is only what you can give me. It’s fine, I just... I just want to be with you, even if it’s all I get. But don’t ask me to stick around afterwards and pretend... This isn’t... I’m not... I can’t...” He couldn’t go on.
“Aren’t you forgetting something very important, here, Eggsy?” Merlin chipped in. “I hate to sound conceited, but don’t you think I factor in too, or am I just the obstacle?”
When Eggsy didn’t reply, Harry spoke up again, “Eggsy, when Merlin came to me with his proposition, I refused. Even when he reminded me how much I... How much I care for you, and how it would make my life so much more difficult if I kept denying what I felt... well, he couldn’t convince me to accept either. It wasn’t until I had his word that he would be as committed about this, about your well-being and your emotions, as I was, that we wouldn’t only be playing with you, that I agreed we could try. Our deal together included you ‘sticking around afterwards’, as you say, so we would take care of you, and give you the affection you deserve.”
“I thought it went without saying,” Merlin muttered grumpily.
“So...” Eggsy started, unsure. “So what does that...”
“It means I love you too, Eggsy,” Harry sighed with a touch of fond exasperation. “And that Merlin cares about you as well, enough to learn to love you too, maybe as much as I do, in time. It means we belong to one another now, all three of us.”
“Didn’t I tell you the other day? Harry’s not the only one,” Merlin said simply.
“Eggsy,” Harry called, and Eggsy had never heard anyone say his name like that, ever. “Please. Stay.”
Eggsy didn’t need much else to be convinced after Harry’s declaration, but it was Harry’s next two words that completely won him over, words that he would keep engraved in his heart for as long as he lived.
“For us.”
