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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kingsman_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Hart_|_Galahad/Gary_"Eggsy"_Unwin
  Character:
      Harry_Hart_|_Galahad, Gary_"Eggsy"_Unwin
  Additional Tags:
      older_Student/Younger_Student, Spanking, Power_Imbalance, playboy
      magazine, harry_is_18, Eggsy_is_13, Alternate_Universe_-_Boarding_School,
      Frottage, Inspired_by_Alexander's_Choice_by_Edmund_Marlowe
  Collections:
      Dark_Kingsman_Block_Party
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-11-05 Words: 1056
****** Esto Perpetua (May It Last Forever) ******
by InOmniaParatus
Summary
     Summary Eggsy is a young public school student assigned play errand
     boy to senior student Harry Hart.
     Harry has a bit more in mind.
Notes
     Optional pre-story context lesson: Fagging was a practice in British
     public schools (ie boarding schools) for the younger boys to run
     errands/be personal servants for the older students. The idea behind
     this is that these boys were usually from wealthy families with
     servants and were expected to go on and be mucky-mucks in the
     government and such, so the powers that be wanted them to understand
     what it was like to be the low man on the totem pole. This, of
     course, did lead to a massive power imbalance, and fagging became
     (sometimes) associated with, we'll say, sexual abuse of the younger
     boys. It's since been phased out of the educational process.
       Do_feel_free_to_imagine_Colin_Firth_from_Another_Country.
See the end of the work for more notes
1978
 
Harry Hart was lounging on his bed when Unwin knocked, his long legs dangling
carelessly over the side. He tried to give the impression of being too cool for
the book he was reading, as though the book were fortunate to be gazed upon by
him. Merlin, one of his mates, liked to point out that he looked like a ponce
while doing this, but Unwin was young—barely thirteen—and easily impressed.
He waited a moment for good measure before setting down his book, going over
his plan in his mind for the thousandth time.
Unwin was one of the smallest boys in his year, but by far the prettiest. He
looked like a cherub, all long lashes and chubby cheeks. Every part of him
tempted Harry, from his dirty blond hair to his lithe little gymnast’s body.
Even better, he was sweet and oh, so likable. He always had a kind word to say
to the other lads, a well-timed cheeky joke when a situation needed diffusing
or word of murmured encouragement when a mate was feeling low.  Harry had seen
him do everything from take a punishment for another student to jump into the
river to rescue a fox, of all things, early in the Half.
He was lovely, and Harry found himself longing to be near him.
Harry turned to the boy, still standing in the doorway holding a tea tray.
“What are you waiting for? Bring it in.”
The boy scurried in, eager and trembling. Tea sloshed from the spout of the
teapot, until he set it down on the table.
“Shut the door, Eggsy. I’ve a present for you.
He heard Unwin gasp softly at the familiarity. It wasn’t really done to call
one another by anything but their surnames unless they were particularly close.
Harry had never called his fag anything but Unwin, but he was hoping to bridge
larger gaps than that this afternoon.
Unwin was obsessed with James Bond, telling all and sundry that he’d seen the
latest film, which had been released over the summer, no fewer than sixteen
times. He had all of Fleming’s books and talked all sorts of wank at boys’
dinner about finding a Bond girl of his very own.
Harry obviously couldn’t find him an actual girl—nor would he if he could—but
this was the next best thing. Barbara Bach, Eggsy’s favourite, had posed for
Playboy and Harry had the issue.
Once the door closed, he held the magazine out. The glossy pages caught the
light and their fingers touched, just slightly, as Unwin took it from him.
Harry’s eyes were glued to Unwin’s face. His full, pink lips fell open in
surprise and his round little face coloured in embarrassment.
Or excitement.
They sat in silence as Eggsy’s eyes scanned the pages until finally, he licked
his lips and asked “Why…why is she like that?”
Harry pulled himself up from his casual sprawl and sat next to the younger boy,
every nerve in his body hyper-aware of how close they were, how alone. “Like
what?”
“All…All tied up. And across his knee like that. Like she’s…like she’s about to
get a spanking. Was she naughty?”
Harry huffed out a laugh. “Adults do that. It feels good.”
“I’ve had spankings before, and they absolutely do not feel good.”
“It’s not like that, not like a caning.”
Unwin was skeptical. A little furrow appeared on his brow as he studied the
magazine. Harry longed to reach over and smooth it away with his fingertips.
“I can show you,” he blurted. “If you’d like.”
Eggsy’s eyes flew to his for the first time since he was given his gift,
shocked and afraid—and, if Harry wasn’t mistaken, curious.
“I won’t hurt you.”
Harry didn’t push—barely even breathed—while his little companion made a
decision. He hadn’t planned to make such an offer. Even in his daydreams, he
only dared ask for a kiss or two, but he found himself growing hard at the
thought of Eggsy across his lap, red-arsed and squirming.
“Okay,” Unwin said, his voice small but determined. “But if it hurts, you have
to stop.”
Harry directed him to take off his trousers and pants, and arrange himself on
his stomach. He was pleased to see how swiftly his request was carried out.
Eggsy had, after all, gotten very used to following Harry’s orders.
He closed his eyes and took a deep, steadying breath once Eggsy was in
position. He was more than half afraid he would cream his pants before they
even began. He could feel the heat of Eggsy’s body through his own trousers,
and the boy’s small but erect cock against his thigh. It was almost too much.
He massaged Eggsy’s arse first, relishing the softness of his skin, before
doling out the first blow. It was a soft one, little more than a pat with
Harry’s hand cupped to lessen the sting, but it seemed to punch the air out of
Eggsy’s lungs, anyway.
He soothed each strike with a caress, letting his boy recover from the last and
anticipate the next. After only a few, the breathy, shocked sounds became moans
and the apprehensive tensing turned into pleasure-seeking grinding against
Harry’s thigh.
Harry began to strike hard—not too much, just a bit—and flatten his hand until
the globes of Eggsy’s bum were a hot, exquisite magenta. He shifted Eggsy’s
wriggling body until his small hip pressed against Harry’s almost unbearably
hard prick and brought his stinging hand down again and again and again until
the boy suddenly stiffened on his lap, filling the room with a sudden, shocked
moan.
He kept Eggsy down with a firm hand on the back of his neck and struck that
perfect arse once, twice more before he came himself.
Neither boy moved for several minutes, content to bask in the afterglow, before
they started to separate and put themselves back together. Eggsy winced when he
pulled his trousers back on, and gave Harry a sheepish smile that was made all
the more adorable by the blush still coloring his face. He picked up the
magazine from where they’d knocked it to the floor , and glanced down at the
glossy page.
“Don’t suppose you know anything about the tying up bit?”
End Notes
     Esto perpetua is one of the unofficial mottos of Eton and translates
     to, as in the parenthesis, "May it last forever."
     Barbara Bach played Russian Spy/Bond girl Anya Amasova in The Spy Who
     Loved Me in 1977 opposite Roger Moore. She posed for a multi-page
     spread in Playboy magazine's June 1977 issue, which_you_can_see_here
     if_you_are_so_inclined. Also, fun fact, she's married to former
     Beatle Ringo Starr.
     Colin Firth was born in 1960, so this Harry Hart was also.
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