Because his legs are tied open, it’s hard for Eggsy to really dance around from the blows like he might if his legs were free. He does move though, just a little, as much as he really can manage. He’s not incredibly loud about this, but he’s not quiet, either. Mostly his words are expletives, but he never once says stop. It never occurs to him to try.

There’s a lull, and he rests his head against the wall and swears to god he’s never introducing this man to Dorian.

“Fuck me, that’s a lot,” he says, voice just barely shaky. His skin smarts and his cock is still hard and aching. It’s easy to forget this isn’t real.