Huxley would hopefully have his first mission soon, as his field training was unique. He had presented a special talent for Kingsman to use agents in a new way. He would perform and poison contacts through close range.

Huxley was leaving a choreography session when he ran into Elliot, a smile on his face. He wasn’t sweaty, but felt empowered. “Hey! How’s it going, El?”

LOOK AT HOW FUCKING HOT

“Oh...? Whenever you feel comfortable, to be honest. I’m just happy you still want to go with me.”

“More than okay. I may need to get into something that’s not shorts and a tank top,” he teased.

“See you at 6. I’m looking forward to it,” he said with a smile.

Because I love you ):

Oh 😔

Huxley was beaming, in a suit that he’d just gotten tailored two weeks prior. It fit beautifully, and Huxley met Elliot outside.

He smiled softly, noticing the blush and moving to blush himself. “Thank you. You look absolutely wonderful yourself.”

“We shall. What kind of food are you in the mood for?”

“Ooh, okay. I know a great Mexican restaurant down a few blocks.”

Kiss?

Yes, sir~

He’s kissing right back, delighted as can be.

“I want to fuck you senseless, but you have to be able to walk.”

“I think so...I...I don’t know, do you think I can?” There’s that self-doubt.

“I own your ass? That’s a special honor.” He’s got a dopey smile on. “Maybe we could have some fun.”

“I want to try, but I’m worried I won’t be able to pleasure you like you do to me,” he admitted.

Enough said