[FIC] Good Cop, Bad Cop - Chapter 2/3 (ENG)
Title: 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
and for this part: spanking, light bondage, rimming, deepthroating (yeah I had a whole checklist)
Status: Ongoing, chapter 2/3
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: Don't you hate it when ficcers change the total number of chapters of their multi-chaptered fics at the last minute? I do!
I had to though, the porn completely got away from me and just goes on and on and on; I really had to cut it in half, it has no right to be this long. Last part (the real one, this time, I swear) will be posted as soon as it's beta'd.
Word count: 4 177 w. for this part
Also available on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3640995/chapters/8043297
Dinner was at Harry’s.
The master of the house himself had prepared a roast with gravy and steamed organic vegetables, which Eggsy pushed around his plate until Merlin told him to finish them or he’d be in trouble, young man. As for Harry, he sat beside Eggsy and helped him cut up his meat (which, with Harry’s lethal knife skills, was more or less like using a mad scientist’s death ray to heat up soup) to feed perfectly square little pieces to him, one by one.
When gravy dribbled over Eggsy’s chin, Harry indulgently dabbed at it with a napkin, and told him that if he wanted to grow up to be a big man like his daddies he would need his vitamins. So Eggsy speared a piece of broccoli - which he hated - with his fork, soaked it up in the gravy on his plate and chewed at it with his elbows on the table and his mouth open. Merlin snapped and told him to mind his table manners, whereas Harry rewarded him with a kiss on his cheek, to Merlin’s utter exasperation.
The scene could have passed for normal to an outside observer, maybe, had Eggsy not been a full-grown adult, and stark bollock-naked for the entirety of it while Harry and Merlin were fully dressed.
If Eggsy had stopped and thought for two seconds about how fucked up all this was, perhaps he would have wanted to join the fascist dickheads church in Kentucky in order to purify himself and never be such a dirty pervert again in his life. Good thing he didn’t much care for stopping and thinking, more for rushing forward and mindlessly getting off on whatever luck pushed his way - and boy, did he consider himself lucky right now.
Although he had to say, Harry and Merlin were really taking their time enjoying their after-dinner drinks, lounging on the sofa of Harry’s living room while Eggsy was standing in front of them, still starkers and not knowing what to do with himself. Merlin had instructed him to behave, whatever that meant, but he could only stand so long in one place not saying anything before he started fidgeting and getting impatient.
He’d noticed lube and toys arranged on the coffee table behind him, as though they were perfectly ordinary objects to have lying around in your living room. Harry was nothing but thorough and sharp and attentive at work; just thinking about him carefully choosing those objects, giving them the same amount of concentration he gives his prep for missions, made Eggsy a bit light-headed and dry-mouthed.
Harry was dressed for home and looked absolutely decadent in a soft-looking cardigan, with even softer-looking hair. There was an air of bone-deep relaxation about him that he never showed at the office. Eggsy’s hands itched - screw that, his whole being itched for him.
“Daddy,” he called quietly before he could think better of it. That got Harry’s attention. They’d agreed that Harry was “Daddy,” and Merlin was “Father” or “Sir.”
“Can I have a kiss, daddy? On the lips,” he added, and couldn’t believe it made him fucking blush. Funny how such tame words could sound so nasty when you added in just those two little syllables.
“I think not,” Merlin chipped in, then downed his brandy in one swig.
A sick feeling of fear roiled through Eggsy at the possibility that Merlin would want to call the whole thing off and deny him Harry, but then he continued:
“You’ve behaved very naughtily, Eggsy. Not only have you been a brat throughout dinner, but we also have an old score to settle, you and I. You know you’ve put your sticky hands all over what was not yours, without permission. So I rather think a bit of discipline is in order.”
Harry rubbed a soothing palm over Merlin’s thigh.
“Don’t be too hard on him, dear. He’s only learning.”
“And you’re far too lenient. What do you propose we do?”
“An apology should suffice.” Harry turned to Eggsy. “Won’t it, dear boy? Come now, what do you have to say to your father?”
Excitement and fear causing his cock to harden slowly, Eggsy folded to his knees in front of them without even thinking about it. Merlin projected authority where Harry showed confidence; both were dangerous as fuck, and capable of inhuman restraint; both were skilful in a way that could drive Eggsy stupid with lust.
He’d sure had problems with authority for as long as he could remember, but Merlin was an entirely different kettle of fish. What Eggsy could not stand were wankers abusing whatever petty power they had; push them a bit, and you realised it was all hot air.
Now, Merlin, he was tough but fair, knew exactly what he was about, and took no prisoners when he decided to exercise his considerable power; just like Harry, you really wouldn’t want to be on his bad side.
Eggsy could see himself giving in to him, clear as day. He wanted to.
“I’m sorry, Father. Please forgive me,” he said in a sweet voice, pitch raised to sound younger, more innocent. It didn’t do much for Merlin apparently, because the verdict fell:
“Not enough. Come here.”
Eggsy knew better than to question it and shuffled forward on his knees until he reached Merlin’s.
“Down on all four, facing this way, boy,” Merlin instructed, and helped him to get into position. “I’m going to spank you. Does that suit you, as a punishment?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
“Yes, sir,” he said with the faintest reluctance, which Merlin caught anyway.
“You’re going to drop that attitude very soon, little shit, I promise you.”
Eggsy’s buttocks clenched in anticipation. He’d never been spanked in his life. When they’d negotiated, he hadn’t put it down as a hard limit because he’d been curious, but now that it suddenly became very real he thought he might regret his thirst for adventure.
He balanced himself on his knees and palms at first, but Merlin pushed down insistently between his shoulder blades so he was forced to bend his elbows to the ground and rest on them instead, arse raised in the air. He dropped his head and hid his face, burning with humiliation, between his arms. It didn’t make it better. He’d never felt so fucking exposed.
As soon as he was satisfied with Eggsy’s position, Merlin steadied himself with one hand on Eggsy’s shoulders, and with the other, he swung. The stroke connected with Eggsy’s bum in a smack that felt monumental, jolting his whole body forward. Then, without leaving Eggsy time to brace himself any further, Merlin followed with a succession of slaps, lighter but no less stinging, delivered with a swift, precise hand that aimed at the same place, right in the centre of his bottom, where his thighs connected with his cheeks. Each hit reverberated up to Eggsy’s balls and made him gasp loudly.
“Okay?” Merlin asked, smoothing Eggsy’s burning skin over with his palm when the slaps stopped.
“Green,” Eggsy gritted through clenched teeth.
“Alright then, now we shall start.”
Shit, he’d thought that had been it, and now those were just try-outs? Would the actual session hurt more? He got his answer when the first blow landed and indeed knocked the air straight out of his lungs. Merlin gave him a few seconds this time to breathe deeply, in and out, to try and control the radiating pain.
The second blow brought tears to his eyes. He curled and uncurled his fingers on the rug, breathed again, and prepared for the third. Tensing up was obviously a mistake, as it almost made him fall over, so he forced his muscles to relax for the following strokes. It still hurt and burned like a motherfucker, but he figured he could get used to them if his flesh yielded instead of resisting.
Another series of quick slaps, on one cheek then the other, made him squirm; the change of rhythm was weirdly nice and brought a different kind of heat, but when the hard smacks started again, he sobbed and didn’t care if he sounded fucking pathetic.
Trying to force himself to relax also meant that he couldn’t stop the tears flowing freely from his eyes and, as Merlin built a slow but steady rhythm, he could feel himself getting hard again as more and more blood rushed south. Spit Eggsy had forgotten to swallow was frothing at the corners of his mouth; he gulped it down quickly so he could open his mouth without drooling like a fucking dog, and let his sobs escape.
It went on and on, open palm, closed, fanned fingers, hard smacks and softer, quicker slaps, until Eggsy couldn’t take it anymore and had to shout, “Yellow, yellow!”
Merlin stopped right away and just went back to rubbing Eggsy’s bottom and thighs very, very lightly.
“Is this alright?” He asked as his hand wandered between Eggsy’s cheeks and started caressing there too. Eggsy nodded, lids screwed shut as he tried to get over how scorching hot and painful his bum felt, and found he couldn’t. Merlin’s hand crept lower between Eggsy’s legs and found his balls to massage them. More tears flowed, as pleasure mingled with pain.
“Do you want me to stop, Eggsy?”
He was tempted to nod, before he heard Harry speak up:
“You should see yourself, my darling. You’re red all over - and such a lovely shade, too.”
A hand that could not belong to Merlin, a hand he’d wanted to feel on him from the start squeezed the sensitized flesh of one of his butt cheeks and pushed it aside, exposing his arsehole. The pad of Harry’s thumb rubbed against it and was sucked slightly inside as the ring of muscle closed around it and held it as in a kiss.
“Such a beautiful boy... and you took your punishment so well. I’m so proud of you.”
Entirely incapable of forming words anymore, Eggsy could only let out a long whine in answer to Harry’s praise. God, more, he wanted more; he could listen to him forever. Harry wiggled his thumb in a vibrating motion and Merlin cupped and squeezed Eggsy’s balls lightly and he was almost a goner; the only thing that prevented him from coming too early was Harry’s next words:
“Could you take three more strokes, Eggsy? For me?”
He could take a thousand more for him, three was nothing; even though the skin on his arse felt fucking raw, he nodded vehemently.
“Say it, boy.”
Even finding his voice was painful, but he managed to croak an entirely heartfelt, “Yes, daddy, yes, I could.”
Harry’s hand retreated, Merlin’s roamed along his spine, which arched under the caress.
“Count the last three, Eggsy,” Merlin ordered.
When Merlin’s palm landed once again full force against his abused skin, he almost screamed his head off. Instead, he breathed in, out, and managed at a normal volume, “One.” Fuck, but his voice sounded broken.
“T-two,” he stuttered as yet another blow fell. Deliverance was so close he could almost taste it.
And then finally, finally, the last stroke hit.
He was floating so far away at that point he couldn’t possibly tell if it had been as hard as the others - it didn’t matter anymore.
The very second it was over, he would have literally crumpled if strong, capable hands hadn’t gathered him and pulled his pliant body onto the sofa. Harry made him sit in his lap and told him, while he petted his hair, what a good boy he was, how perfect he’d been, how brave, how strong. He barely registered Harry’s grip on his cock, slowly stroking him; he just wanted to bury his face against Harry’s gorgeous throat and kiss him there forever.
Next thing he knew he was doing it, and Harry laughed warmly at his eagerness. Merlin then told him that he was allowed to touch, now, and Eggsy could have died and gone to heaven... if it weren’t for the chafed skin on his bottom that stung and throbbed as it rubbed against the fabric of Harry’s trousers, grounding him very much down to earth.
He tried to ignore it, avariciously winding his arms around Harry’s neck and pulling him into a kiss that conveyed everything the rushed, guilty stolen snog of a few weeks before couldn’t have done. How Harry had changed his life, how grateful he was about it, how he would lay said life at Harry’s feet without a second’s hesitation. Now, he had the right, Merlin himself had said so.
Harry let him take the lead, patient as ever, although Eggsy was so uncoordinated and trembling it must have felt like having an over-enthusiastic puppy licking his face. He seemed very happy with his handfuls of Eggsy’s bum, however, squeezing and releasing them in turn, which Eggsy bore as much as could until he couldn’t help a small cry of pain. Harry interrupted the kiss with one last parting peck on Eggsy’s lips.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, my darling. Tell you what, why don’t you get on your knees here on the sofa...”
He arranged Eggsy between himself and Merlin so Eggsy’s front would be propped against the back of the sofa, erection trapped between his belly and the leather covering. He couldn’t see what Harry was doing behind his back but soon enough he felt Harry’s puffs of breath against his sensitized skin when he said:
“Daddy’ll kiss it better.”
This was a night for a lot of first times.
The silky, wet touch of Harry’s tongue against his arsehole could have turned him fucking religious right there and then. There was a God, and He had put Harry Hart on this Earth to be a fucking master at everything, but most of all, at eating out Eggsy’s arse. It licked broadly at first, bathing Eggsy’s hole with saliva and left it drenched; and when Harry blew a long breath on it, the ring of muscle reacted to the cold sensation and quivered like a living thing. Eggsy held on to the back of the sofa for dear life, as Harry’s tongue slithered and wiggled in turn, pointed to gradually force an opening; steady, slow, and when Eggsy’s hole yielded because you never resist Harry Hart for too long - Harry’s tongue started fucking.
Eggsy reached behind himself to cup the back of Harry’s head and press it forwards while canting his pelvis at the same time, driving that amazing tongue deeper into his body. Merlin immediately reacted and cuffed him behind the ears for that, like an ill-behaved pet.
“Oi! I’m going to have to tie you up, aren’t I?” He growled. “Show me your wrists.”
In no position to protest as he was being relentlessly taken apart, he presented them to Merlin, who used his tie to bind them together in front of him.
“Oh and watch out for your sofa, Harry, lad’s about to ruin it.”
The leather of the sofa was sticking to the underside of his dick and the none-too-pleasant sensation was taking the edge off Harry’s heavenly licking and tongue-fucking; unfortunately he lost that advantage when Harry made him draw his hips back a little and grabbed his dick to start jerking him off. On each upstroke, he was making sure that his palm ended up firmly cradling the head.
“You’re going to come in my hand, Eggsy,” he said, pausing in his ministration, “and then you’ll lick it clean. Is that understood?”
Not even waiting for an answer, he dived back in, and between his tongue and his hand, it was a given that Eggsy couldn’t last much longer. He came biting the leather, his release caught deftly in Harry’s hand.
He didn’t care much for the taste of his own spunk, he decided as he lounged in Harry’s arms sideways across the sofa, head on Harry’s shoulder and legs propped on Merlin’s thighs; still he licked carefully and thoroughly and swallowed the whole of it just to watch that satisfied and lustful look blossom on Harry’s face. Harry kissed him soundly when he was finished and fuck, but Eggsy loved being kissed by this man.
“I’m afraid you rather forgot your manners, my boy,” Harry whispered against his lips when the kiss broke, and Eggsy very nearly panicked. Shit, what did he do? What did he forget?
“Did you thank your father for the lesson learned?”
Since his wrists were still tied together, he struggled to sit upright and look Merlin in the eye.
“Thank you, Father, for the punishment.” He knew he was deep into the game because his whole face flamed up, which literally never happened. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry a lot,” Merlin remarked dryly. “How do you intend to make up for it?”
“I have an idea,” Harry said, voice like melting chocolate. He playfully nipped at Eggsy’s ear. “I’ll teach you, Eggsy, how to take your father’s cock all the way down your throat. I bet he’ll like that.”
Merlin approved with a deep grumble, and just like that, Eggsy’s arousal kicked off again. His prick was still spent and soft, but it was only a matter of time before it caught up. Harry Hart was a fucking menace, he thought as he went down on his knees in front of Merlin and was faced with Merlin’s giant, thick, uncut cock springing out of his undone fly.
He’d seen a few cocks like this in his short-lived prostitution career, but the man currently attached to it, looking down at him with a raised eyebrow as though challenging him not to choke on it - now, that changed everything. It was a monster of a cock, but more importantly Merlin’s monster of a cock, for which Eggsy was pretty much dying right now.
He was about to just go for it and hope for the best when Harry stopped him right in his tracks.
“Ah-ah-ah. What did we teach you about manners, Eggsy? What does a gentleman do first and foremost?”
“Ask for permission,” Eggsy mumbled sheepishly.
“Go on, then.”
He kept his bound hands between his thighs and put on his best “good boy” expression to look up at Merlin.
“Can I please suck your cock, sir?”
Merlin took himself in hand and smirked when Eggsy’s eyes followed the movement of his loose, lazy strokes.
“Well I’m sure you can, but how much do you want it?”
Eggsy gulped, wet his dry lips with his tongue in anticipation.
“I want it, sir, I want it very much, please let me have it.”
“Think you can take it all the way?”
He hesitated. Sure, he had developed techniques to suck cocks that big, mainly using his hands and concentrating on pleasuring the head, but were they serious about actual deepthroating? He certainly liked the idea, as in, a lot, but he wasn’t so sure about the execution. Harry came to his rescue by kneeling beside him on the floor, assuring him, “Don’t worry Eggsy, I said I would teach you.”
Harry Hart teaching him anything hadn’t happened in a very long time. Ever since he became Arthur, in fact. Warmth pooled low in his belly and Eggsy realised: yes, he’d missed Harry’s lessons. Desperately.
“You’re such a capable and clever boy, I’m sure you’ll learn very quickly.”
The praise was a nice bonus. He shivered all over.
“First, you need to familiarise yourself with the task at hand,” Harry said, and ignored Merlin’s snort at his phrasing. “Go on. Make friends.”
Eggsy rose up on his knees to greet Merlin’s cock with little kisses at first, then lingered more and more, at which point Harry leaned to whisper in his ear in one hot breath:
“Now worship it,” drawing out the hissing of the “sh” sound, smacking his lips softly on the “p” and clicking his tongue exaggeratedly on the ending “t”, short and effective like a physical impact.
It said a lot about how gone Eggsy was for this man that his bloody pronunciation was enough to make him moan out loud as he started licking Merlin’s prick lavishly, as though he’d been starved for it. Merlin sat back and opened his legs accommodate him, which Eggsy took as an opportunity to draw even closer and stroke the whole length of his cock with his face, eyes closed; to bury his nose at the root of it to kiss Merlin’s balls and deeply inhale the masculine scent there. Harry rewarded him with a caressing hand in his hair, and a purring “very good, my boy” when Eggsy took the initiative to suck on Merlin’s sack. He took one ball in his mouth, rolled it firmly on his tongue, which made Merlin finally produce some sort of cut-off sound deep in his throat. Small victories, Eggsy thought with the corners of his full mouth slightly stretching into a half-arsed smile. Took long enough to crack the bastard.
After paying proper attention to the other testicle as well, he dragged his tongue all the way back up the shaft to the head, the tip of which he kissed and sucked with abandon.
“Perfect, Eggsy. You’re making it so good for him, look.”
Eggsy cracked his eyes open to thrill at the sight of Merlin with his head thrown back, lost in pleasure.
“Alright then, my boy. You may take it in your mouth.”
He could tell it wouldn’t be as easy as Harry seemed to think, especially since he couldn’t even use his hands. Even when he took in the head, it stretched his jaw and he was pretty sure it would make it hurt in the long run - how in the bloody hell was he supposed to fit in all the rest?
“Slowly go down on it, see how far back on your tongue you can take it,” came Harry’s answer to his doubts, and he sounded so optimistic, so trusting of Eggsy’s abilities that Eggsy chose to drown out everything but Harry’s instructions; focus on nothing but his voice and his words.
He tried to slacken his jaw some more and went as far as he could before his gag reflex kicked in.
“Hold. Keep it there, concentrate on relaxing. I’ll count up to ten, see if you can bear it.”
He could still breathe through his nose and swallow, albeit with a bit of difficulty. He held until Harry reached ten.
“Very good Eggsy. You can slide it out now, and breathe.”
He did as told; so far, so good. Merlin apparently had an uncanny ability to keep still, which made him just a bit more superhuman in Eggsy’s eyes. Were he in his place, he didn’t think he could have stood this kind of drawn-out cocksucking.
“Let’s go again. You see, we have to train your throat to accept it gradually. See if you can go further this time. Take a deep breath.”
It worked, marginally: he could indeed take it a bit further, until he gagged slightly again. Harry stroked his hair gently, calming him down.
“There, stop pushing, hold it, and remember, try to relax. I’ll count to twelve, this time. Hang on for me, Eggsy.”
He’d have cried of anguish if he could when Harry announced he’d count even longer; but then Harry added the two magic words, for me. And just as they had previously in the evening, the words worked their magic: Eggsy somehow managed to hold on, and when Harry reached twelve, he slid the massive shaft out of his mouth and gasped for air. He hadn’t been able to breathe, this time, and had drooled all over Merlin’s cock.
“You’re doing very well, Eggsy,” Harry said over Eggsy trying to steady his breathing. “Breathe, my boy. That’s it. Got your breath back? Yes? Let’s go again, further still, and I’ll count up to fifteen. Do you think you can do that, Eggsy?”
Eggsy nodded, and although it took what seemed to him like infinite time and countless tries - and he was sure Merlin, despite his inhuman maintained composure, would agree - Harry’s continuous instructions and encouragements saw him through it, and his lips finally reached the base of Merlin’s cock. His jaw hurt, his throat hurt, and he felt like a fucking sword-swallower. Worth it, though, for Harry’s continuous praise, how beautiful, Eggsy, how amazing you are, and for Merlin’s words of appreciation, finally breaking his silence:
“I knew that cheeky mouth of yours was made to be stuffed with cock.”
He managed to repeat the feat a few more times, carefully controlling his breathing, and each time seemed just a tiny bit easier. Harry was right: it was all a matter of training.
“Go on, then, Harry,” he heard Merlin say over his head. “Looks to me like the little tart still wants more. How about we fill him up completely?”
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
and for this part: spanking, light bondage, rimming, deepthroating (yeah I had a whole checklist)
Status: Ongoing, chapter 2/3
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: Don't you hate it when ficcers change the total number of chapters of their multi-chaptered fics at the last minute? I do!
I had to though, the porn completely got away from me and just goes on and on and on; I really had to cut it in half, it has no right to be this long. Last part (the real one, this time, I swear) will be posted as soon as it's beta'd.
Word count: 4 177 w. for this part
Also available on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3640995/chapters/8043297
Dinner was at Harry’s.
The master of the house himself had prepared a roast with gravy and steamed organic vegetables, which Eggsy pushed around his plate until Merlin told him to finish them or he’d be in trouble, young man. As for Harry, he sat beside Eggsy and helped him cut up his meat (which, with Harry’s lethal knife skills, was more or less like using a mad scientist’s death ray to heat up soup) to feed perfectly square little pieces to him, one by one.
When gravy dribbled over Eggsy’s chin, Harry indulgently dabbed at it with a napkin, and told him that if he wanted to grow up to be a big man like his daddies he would need his vitamins. So Eggsy speared a piece of broccoli - which he hated - with his fork, soaked it up in the gravy on his plate and chewed at it with his elbows on the table and his mouth open. Merlin snapped and told him to mind his table manners, whereas Harry rewarded him with a kiss on his cheek, to Merlin’s utter exasperation.
The scene could have passed for normal to an outside observer, maybe, had Eggsy not been a full-grown adult, and stark bollock-naked for the entirety of it while Harry and Merlin were fully dressed.
If Eggsy had stopped and thought for two seconds about how fucked up all this was, perhaps he would have wanted to join the fascist dickheads church in Kentucky in order to purify himself and never be such a dirty pervert again in his life. Good thing he didn’t much care for stopping and thinking, more for rushing forward and mindlessly getting off on whatever luck pushed his way - and boy, did he consider himself lucky right now.
Although he had to say, Harry and Merlin were really taking their time enjoying their after-dinner drinks, lounging on the sofa of Harry’s living room while Eggsy was standing in front of them, still starkers and not knowing what to do with himself. Merlin had instructed him to behave, whatever that meant, but he could only stand so long in one place not saying anything before he started fidgeting and getting impatient.
He’d noticed lube and toys arranged on the coffee table behind him, as though they were perfectly ordinary objects to have lying around in your living room. Harry was nothing but thorough and sharp and attentive at work; just thinking about him carefully choosing those objects, giving them the same amount of concentration he gives his prep for missions, made Eggsy a bit light-headed and dry-mouthed.
Harry was dressed for home and looked absolutely decadent in a soft-looking cardigan, with even softer-looking hair. There was an air of bone-deep relaxation about him that he never showed at the office. Eggsy’s hands itched - screw that, his whole being itched for him.
“Daddy,” he called quietly before he could think better of it. That got Harry’s attention. They’d agreed that Harry was “Daddy,” and Merlin was “Father” or “Sir.”
“Can I have a kiss, daddy? On the lips,” he added, and couldn’t believe it made him fucking blush. Funny how such tame words could sound so nasty when you added in just those two little syllables.
“I think not,” Merlin chipped in, then downed his brandy in one swig.
A sick feeling of fear roiled through Eggsy at the possibility that Merlin would want to call the whole thing off and deny him Harry, but then he continued:
“You’ve behaved very naughtily, Eggsy. Not only have you been a brat throughout dinner, but we also have an old score to settle, you and I. You know you’ve put your sticky hands all over what was not yours, without permission. So I rather think a bit of discipline is in order.”
Harry rubbed a soothing palm over Merlin’s thigh.
“Don’t be too hard on him, dear. He’s only learning.”
“And you’re far too lenient. What do you propose we do?”
“An apology should suffice.” Harry turned to Eggsy. “Won’t it, dear boy? Come now, what do you have to say to your father?”
Excitement and fear causing his cock to harden slowly, Eggsy folded to his knees in front of them without even thinking about it. Merlin projected authority where Harry showed confidence; both were dangerous as fuck, and capable of inhuman restraint; both were skilful in a way that could drive Eggsy stupid with lust.
He’d sure had problems with authority for as long as he could remember, but Merlin was an entirely different kettle of fish. What Eggsy could not stand were wankers abusing whatever petty power they had; push them a bit, and you realised it was all hot air.
Now, Merlin, he was tough but fair, knew exactly what he was about, and took no prisoners when he decided to exercise his considerable power; just like Harry, you really wouldn’t want to be on his bad side.
Eggsy could see himself giving in to him, clear as day. He wanted to.
“I’m sorry, Father. Please forgive me,” he said in a sweet voice, pitch raised to sound younger, more innocent. It didn’t do much for Merlin apparently, because the verdict fell:
“Not enough. Come here.”
Eggsy knew better than to question it and shuffled forward on his knees until he reached Merlin’s.
“Down on all four, facing this way, boy,” Merlin instructed, and helped him to get into position. “I’m going to spank you. Does that suit you, as a punishment?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
“Yes, sir,” he said with the faintest reluctance, which Merlin caught anyway.
“You’re going to drop that attitude very soon, little shit, I promise you.”
Eggsy’s buttocks clenched in anticipation. He’d never been spanked in his life. When they’d negotiated, he hadn’t put it down as a hard limit because he’d been curious, but now that it suddenly became very real he thought he might regret his thirst for adventure.
He balanced himself on his knees and palms at first, but Merlin pushed down insistently between his shoulder blades so he was forced to bend his elbows to the ground and rest on them instead, arse raised in the air. He dropped his head and hid his face, burning with humiliation, between his arms. It didn’t make it better. He’d never felt so fucking exposed.
As soon as he was satisfied with Eggsy’s position, Merlin steadied himself with one hand on Eggsy’s shoulders, and with the other, he swung. The stroke connected with Eggsy’s bum in a smack that felt monumental, jolting his whole body forward. Then, without leaving Eggsy time to brace himself any further, Merlin followed with a succession of slaps, lighter but no less stinging, delivered with a swift, precise hand that aimed at the same place, right in the centre of his bottom, where his thighs connected with his cheeks. Each hit reverberated up to Eggsy’s balls and made him gasp loudly.
“Okay?” Merlin asked, smoothing Eggsy’s burning skin over with his palm when the slaps stopped.
“Green,” Eggsy gritted through clenched teeth.
“Alright then, now we shall start.”
Shit, he’d thought that had been it, and now those were just try-outs? Would the actual session hurt more? He got his answer when the first blow landed and indeed knocked the air straight out of his lungs. Merlin gave him a few seconds this time to breathe deeply, in and out, to try and control the radiating pain.
The second blow brought tears to his eyes. He curled and uncurled his fingers on the rug, breathed again, and prepared for the third. Tensing up was obviously a mistake, as it almost made him fall over, so he forced his muscles to relax for the following strokes. It still hurt and burned like a motherfucker, but he figured he could get used to them if his flesh yielded instead of resisting.
Another series of quick slaps, on one cheek then the other, made him squirm; the change of rhythm was weirdly nice and brought a different kind of heat, but when the hard smacks started again, he sobbed and didn’t care if he sounded fucking pathetic.
Trying to force himself to relax also meant that he couldn’t stop the tears flowing freely from his eyes and, as Merlin built a slow but steady rhythm, he could feel himself getting hard again as more and more blood rushed south. Spit Eggsy had forgotten to swallow was frothing at the corners of his mouth; he gulped it down quickly so he could open his mouth without drooling like a fucking dog, and let his sobs escape.
It went on and on, open palm, closed, fanned fingers, hard smacks and softer, quicker slaps, until Eggsy couldn’t take it anymore and had to shout, “Yellow, yellow!”
Merlin stopped right away and just went back to rubbing Eggsy’s bottom and thighs very, very lightly.
“Is this alright?” He asked as his hand wandered between Eggsy’s cheeks and started caressing there too. Eggsy nodded, lids screwed shut as he tried to get over how scorching hot and painful his bum felt, and found he couldn’t. Merlin’s hand crept lower between Eggsy’s legs and found his balls to massage them. More tears flowed, as pleasure mingled with pain.
“Do you want me to stop, Eggsy?”
He was tempted to nod, before he heard Harry speak up:
“You should see yourself, my darling. You’re red all over - and such a lovely shade, too.”
A hand that could not belong to Merlin, a hand he’d wanted to feel on him from the start squeezed the sensitized flesh of one of his butt cheeks and pushed it aside, exposing his arsehole. The pad of Harry’s thumb rubbed against it and was sucked slightly inside as the ring of muscle closed around it and held it as in a kiss.
“Such a beautiful boy... and you took your punishment so well. I’m so proud of you.”
Entirely incapable of forming words anymore, Eggsy could only let out a long whine in answer to Harry’s praise. God, more, he wanted more; he could listen to him forever. Harry wiggled his thumb in a vibrating motion and Merlin cupped and squeezed Eggsy’s balls lightly and he was almost a goner; the only thing that prevented him from coming too early was Harry’s next words:
“Could you take three more strokes, Eggsy? For me?”
He could take a thousand more for him, three was nothing; even though the skin on his arse felt fucking raw, he nodded vehemently.
“Say it, boy.”
Even finding his voice was painful, but he managed to croak an entirely heartfelt, “Yes, daddy, yes, I could.”
Harry’s hand retreated, Merlin’s roamed along his spine, which arched under the caress.
“Count the last three, Eggsy,” Merlin ordered.
When Merlin’s palm landed once again full force against his abused skin, he almost screamed his head off. Instead, he breathed in, out, and managed at a normal volume, “One.” Fuck, but his voice sounded broken.
“T-two,” he stuttered as yet another blow fell. Deliverance was so close he could almost taste it.
And then finally, finally, the last stroke hit.
He was floating so far away at that point he couldn’t possibly tell if it had been as hard as the others - it didn’t matter anymore.
The very second it was over, he would have literally crumpled if strong, capable hands hadn’t gathered him and pulled his pliant body onto the sofa. Harry made him sit in his lap and told him, while he petted his hair, what a good boy he was, how perfect he’d been, how brave, how strong. He barely registered Harry’s grip on his cock, slowly stroking him; he just wanted to bury his face against Harry’s gorgeous throat and kiss him there forever.
Next thing he knew he was doing it, and Harry laughed warmly at his eagerness. Merlin then told him that he was allowed to touch, now, and Eggsy could have died and gone to heaven... if it weren’t for the chafed skin on his bottom that stung and throbbed as it rubbed against the fabric of Harry’s trousers, grounding him very much down to earth.
He tried to ignore it, avariciously winding his arms around Harry’s neck and pulling him into a kiss that conveyed everything the rushed, guilty stolen snog of a few weeks before couldn’t have done. How Harry had changed his life, how grateful he was about it, how he would lay said life at Harry’s feet without a second’s hesitation. Now, he had the right, Merlin himself had said so.
Harry let him take the lead, patient as ever, although Eggsy was so uncoordinated and trembling it must have felt like having an over-enthusiastic puppy licking his face. He seemed very happy with his handfuls of Eggsy’s bum, however, squeezing and releasing them in turn, which Eggsy bore as much as could until he couldn’t help a small cry of pain. Harry interrupted the kiss with one last parting peck on Eggsy’s lips.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, my darling. Tell you what, why don’t you get on your knees here on the sofa...”
He arranged Eggsy between himself and Merlin so Eggsy’s front would be propped against the back of the sofa, erection trapped between his belly and the leather covering. He couldn’t see what Harry was doing behind his back but soon enough he felt Harry’s puffs of breath against his sensitized skin when he said:
“Daddy’ll kiss it better.”
This was a night for a lot of first times.
The silky, wet touch of Harry’s tongue against his arsehole could have turned him fucking religious right there and then. There was a God, and He had put Harry Hart on this Earth to be a fucking master at everything, but most of all, at eating out Eggsy’s arse. It licked broadly at first, bathing Eggsy’s hole with saliva and left it drenched; and when Harry blew a long breath on it, the ring of muscle reacted to the cold sensation and quivered like a living thing. Eggsy held on to the back of the sofa for dear life, as Harry’s tongue slithered and wiggled in turn, pointed to gradually force an opening; steady, slow, and when Eggsy’s hole yielded because you never resist Harry Hart for too long - Harry’s tongue started fucking.
Eggsy reached behind himself to cup the back of Harry’s head and press it forwards while canting his pelvis at the same time, driving that amazing tongue deeper into his body. Merlin immediately reacted and cuffed him behind the ears for that, like an ill-behaved pet.
“Oi! I’m going to have to tie you up, aren’t I?” He growled. “Show me your wrists.”
In no position to protest as he was being relentlessly taken apart, he presented them to Merlin, who used his tie to bind them together in front of him.
“Oh and watch out for your sofa, Harry, lad’s about to ruin it.”
The leather of the sofa was sticking to the underside of his dick and the none-too-pleasant sensation was taking the edge off Harry’s heavenly licking and tongue-fucking; unfortunately he lost that advantage when Harry made him draw his hips back a little and grabbed his dick to start jerking him off. On each upstroke, he was making sure that his palm ended up firmly cradling the head.
“You’re going to come in my hand, Eggsy,” he said, pausing in his ministration, “and then you’ll lick it clean. Is that understood?”
Not even waiting for an answer, he dived back in, and between his tongue and his hand, it was a given that Eggsy couldn’t last much longer. He came biting the leather, his release caught deftly in Harry’s hand.
He didn’t care much for the taste of his own spunk, he decided as he lounged in Harry’s arms sideways across the sofa, head on Harry’s shoulder and legs propped on Merlin’s thighs; still he licked carefully and thoroughly and swallowed the whole of it just to watch that satisfied and lustful look blossom on Harry’s face. Harry kissed him soundly when he was finished and fuck, but Eggsy loved being kissed by this man.
“I’m afraid you rather forgot your manners, my boy,” Harry whispered against his lips when the kiss broke, and Eggsy very nearly panicked. Shit, what did he do? What did he forget?
“Did you thank your father for the lesson learned?”
Since his wrists were still tied together, he struggled to sit upright and look Merlin in the eye.
“Thank you, Father, for the punishment.” He knew he was deep into the game because his whole face flamed up, which literally never happened. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry a lot,” Merlin remarked dryly. “How do you intend to make up for it?”
“I have an idea,” Harry said, voice like melting chocolate. He playfully nipped at Eggsy’s ear. “I’ll teach you, Eggsy, how to take your father’s cock all the way down your throat. I bet he’ll like that.”
Merlin approved with a deep grumble, and just like that, Eggsy’s arousal kicked off again. His prick was still spent and soft, but it was only a matter of time before it caught up. Harry Hart was a fucking menace, he thought as he went down on his knees in front of Merlin and was faced with Merlin’s giant, thick, uncut cock springing out of his undone fly.
He’d seen a few cocks like this in his short-lived prostitution career, but the man currently attached to it, looking down at him with a raised eyebrow as though challenging him not to choke on it - now, that changed everything. It was a monster of a cock, but more importantly Merlin’s monster of a cock, for which Eggsy was pretty much dying right now.
He was about to just go for it and hope for the best when Harry stopped him right in his tracks.
“Ah-ah-ah. What did we teach you about manners, Eggsy? What does a gentleman do first and foremost?”
“Ask for permission,” Eggsy mumbled sheepishly.
“Go on, then.”
He kept his bound hands between his thighs and put on his best “good boy” expression to look up at Merlin.
“Can I please suck your cock, sir?”
Merlin took himself in hand and smirked when Eggsy’s eyes followed the movement of his loose, lazy strokes.
“Well I’m sure you can, but how much do you want it?”
Eggsy gulped, wet his dry lips with his tongue in anticipation.
“I want it, sir, I want it very much, please let me have it.”
“Think you can take it all the way?”
He hesitated. Sure, he had developed techniques to suck cocks that big, mainly using his hands and concentrating on pleasuring the head, but were they serious about actual deepthroating? He certainly liked the idea, as in, a lot, but he wasn’t so sure about the execution. Harry came to his rescue by kneeling beside him on the floor, assuring him, “Don’t worry Eggsy, I said I would teach you.”
Harry Hart teaching him anything hadn’t happened in a very long time. Ever since he became Arthur, in fact. Warmth pooled low in his belly and Eggsy realised: yes, he’d missed Harry’s lessons. Desperately.
“You’re such a capable and clever boy, I’m sure you’ll learn very quickly.”
The praise was a nice bonus. He shivered all over.
“First, you need to familiarise yourself with the task at hand,” Harry said, and ignored Merlin’s snort at his phrasing. “Go on. Make friends.”
Eggsy rose up on his knees to greet Merlin’s cock with little kisses at first, then lingered more and more, at which point Harry leaned to whisper in his ear in one hot breath:
“Now worship it,” drawing out the hissing of the “sh” sound, smacking his lips softly on the “p” and clicking his tongue exaggeratedly on the ending “t”, short and effective like a physical impact.
It said a lot about how gone Eggsy was for this man that his bloody pronunciation was enough to make him moan out loud as he started licking Merlin’s prick lavishly, as though he’d been starved for it. Merlin sat back and opened his legs accommodate him, which Eggsy took as an opportunity to draw even closer and stroke the whole length of his cock with his face, eyes closed; to bury his nose at the root of it to kiss Merlin’s balls and deeply inhale the masculine scent there. Harry rewarded him with a caressing hand in his hair, and a purring “very good, my boy” when Eggsy took the initiative to suck on Merlin’s sack. He took one ball in his mouth, rolled it firmly on his tongue, which made Merlin finally produce some sort of cut-off sound deep in his throat. Small victories, Eggsy thought with the corners of his full mouth slightly stretching into a half-arsed smile. Took long enough to crack the bastard.
After paying proper attention to the other testicle as well, he dragged his tongue all the way back up the shaft to the head, the tip of which he kissed and sucked with abandon.
“Perfect, Eggsy. You’re making it so good for him, look.”
Eggsy cracked his eyes open to thrill at the sight of Merlin with his head thrown back, lost in pleasure.
“Alright then, my boy. You may take it in your mouth.”
He could tell it wouldn’t be as easy as Harry seemed to think, especially since he couldn’t even use his hands. Even when he took in the head, it stretched his jaw and he was pretty sure it would make it hurt in the long run - how in the bloody hell was he supposed to fit in all the rest?
“Slowly go down on it, see how far back on your tongue you can take it,” came Harry’s answer to his doubts, and he sounded so optimistic, so trusting of Eggsy’s abilities that Eggsy chose to drown out everything but Harry’s instructions; focus on nothing but his voice and his words.
He tried to slacken his jaw some more and went as far as he could before his gag reflex kicked in.
“Hold. Keep it there, concentrate on relaxing. I’ll count up to ten, see if you can bear it.”
He could still breathe through his nose and swallow, albeit with a bit of difficulty. He held until Harry reached ten.
“Very good Eggsy. You can slide it out now, and breathe.”
He did as told; so far, so good. Merlin apparently had an uncanny ability to keep still, which made him just a bit more superhuman in Eggsy’s eyes. Were he in his place, he didn’t think he could have stood this kind of drawn-out cocksucking.
“Let’s go again. You see, we have to train your throat to accept it gradually. See if you can go further this time. Take a deep breath.”
It worked, marginally: he could indeed take it a bit further, until he gagged slightly again. Harry stroked his hair gently, calming him down.
“There, stop pushing, hold it, and remember, try to relax. I’ll count to twelve, this time. Hang on for me, Eggsy.”
He’d have cried of anguish if he could when Harry announced he’d count even longer; but then Harry added the two magic words, for me. And just as they had previously in the evening, the words worked their magic: Eggsy somehow managed to hold on, and when Harry reached twelve, he slid the massive shaft out of his mouth and gasped for air. He hadn’t been able to breathe, this time, and had drooled all over Merlin’s cock.
“You’re doing very well, Eggsy,” Harry said over Eggsy trying to steady his breathing. “Breathe, my boy. That’s it. Got your breath back? Yes? Let’s go again, further still, and I’ll count up to fifteen. Do you think you can do that, Eggsy?”
Eggsy nodded, and although it took what seemed to him like infinite time and countless tries - and he was sure Merlin, despite his inhuman maintained composure, would agree - Harry’s continuous instructions and encouragements saw him through it, and his lips finally reached the base of Merlin’s cock. His jaw hurt, his throat hurt, and he felt like a fucking sword-swallower. Worth it, though, for Harry’s continuous praise, how beautiful, Eggsy, how amazing you are, and for Merlin’s words of appreciation, finally breaking his silence:
“I knew that cheeky mouth of yours was made to be stuffed with cock.”
He managed to repeat the feat a few more times, carefully controlling his breathing, and each time seemed just a tiny bit easier. Harry was right: it was all a matter of training.
“Go on, then, Harry,” he heard Merlin say over his head. “Looks to me like the little tart still wants more. How about we fill him up completely?”