Four hands, not including his own; two neatly manicured, two with nails bitten down, two right little fingers worn smooth and pale around the bases from the imprint of signet rings.
Two mouths, not including his own; one whispering warm against his ear; one tongue on his cock.
One cardigan, cashmere, the colour of merlot.
Two suits, sharkskin stripes in wool and silk, one charcoal, one cobalt; one abandoned, crumpled on the office floor; one immaculate on Harry's body, chafing goosebumps into Eggsy's bare skin.
Three thundering hearts.
One laugh, quick and short, before Merlin swallows around him.
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