Eggsy’s breath catches and he hates that it does. Who the fuck is this guy? Even in bdsm city it’s rare someone reads him like this, with that good boy nonsense. Maybe it’s coincidence. He can’t have given all of that away, right?

He settles for bullshit bravado, because that’s the easiest option other than fighting. He doesn’t want a fight, not really.

“Guess it depends on how hard I wanna let you hit me,” he says. Though after Dorian’s superhuman strength, he’s not too worried.