I wish I could to an Australian accent tbh. I feel like agent Hugh would absolutely have one, and just drawl it out with so much relish in midst all those stuck-up British guys.
He’s very effective in training pets. He doesn’t care if they’re mouthy or demure; he always gets the job done. And Eggsy is very receptive to his hard-but-fair training. Even though he swore himself that he would never be one of those pitiful things that would turn on his back and show his belly, he’s eating out of Hugh’s hand by the evening of the first night and carefully gazing up at him, anticipating whether he’s done well or not.
(And he gets that praise. A gruff hand on the nape of his neck, shaking him affectionately.)
By the time Merlin and Harry come back a week later to pick him up, Eggsy will sit at their feet and lick their cocks without a command, and get in perfect position to get fucked at just a snip of the finger; hole pink and gaping softly, back arched into a pretty cup.
He’ll probably banter with Hugh through getting fucked by his Daddy’s; with his trainer sitting to the side and watching idly.
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