I like to think that that’s how Harry has to earn his keep. He makes food and looks pretty whereas Eggsy does all the other stuff around the house and then some.

I like to think that it’s how he relaxes (both of them, really) with Harry across Eggsy’s lap and those infernal fingers diving in deep and making slow, gentle love to his prostate. He’s always so relaxed and open anyway. Hole seemingly constantly ready for Eggsy in the mood to coax out all those embarrassing noises out of him.

“My good boy,” Eggsy croons and opens his legs father; gives Harry simultaneously a bigger lap to lounge on and less possibility to rub off against Eggsy’s leg. “you’re my good boy. Coming when daddy tells you to…”

He can see the tips of Harry’s ears burning but he’s not sure whether from embarrassment or lust when he does another slow circle around that plump, delicious prostate.