I know you're always opem to prompts but i want to check again bcs it seems rude to send you a prompt without checking. So if it's fine with you, can you write something about Hartwin taking care of JB who is currently rocking his cone of shame? Or maybe dog-shaming him for something? :)) thankyou

I am always open to prompts, but it may take me a while to get around to them. I’m sorry, I am slow. Thank you for the a+ prompt and I hope you like my take on it!

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Harry’s gottwo fingers in Eggsy’s arse and his cock in his mouth when Eggsy suddenly stopshim.

“Harry – shit, wait a minute.”

Harry reluctantlyremoves himself from between Eggsy’s thighs.

“Do youhear that?” Eggsy asks, frowning.

Togetherthey pause and listen. The house is quiet, save for their own heightenedbreathing – and a pitiful whimpering sound coming from downstairs.

“Shite,”Eggsy mumbles as he gets up and goes to investigate without putting on a stitchof clothing. Harry follows him downstairs, also naked, cursing JB under hisbreath. He loves the little beast as much as Eggsy does, but the dog really hasthe worst timing.

They find JBin the living room; lying miserably in front of the sofa, because he’s managedto get his pet cone stuck under the edge. He’s making the saddest, most pitifulnoises Harry has ever heard – and he was there for most of Mr. Pickles’prolonged illness. Harry would never say it out loud, because Eggsy is a proudpapa when it comes to JB, but the pug is the single most accident-prone animalHarry has ever met. He has no idea how Eggsy managed to get him through thetraining without any major injuries.

Thanks tothe rampant overbreeding, pugs are already prone to health troubles, but JBtakes it to a whole new level. Harry has lost count of how many times JB hasmanaged to sprain a paw or get into a fight with the truly terrifying stray catthat likes to tease JB until he cracks and goes for an attack. That’s why he’swearing the cone of shame right now – he had gotten thoroughly trounced in afight and ended up with numerous deep scratches that needed time to heal. (Harryhas half a mind to catch the cat and take him to Kingsman to see if they cantrain it to fight for them.)

Point is,JB is needier than a toddler and about three times as likely to get himselfkilled.

Eggsy freesJB from under the sofa and cradles him in his arms, cooing to him softly. Itlooks a bit ridiculous, because he’s naked and sporting a dark purple mark onhis hip where Harry had gotten a bit carried away. Nevertheless, it’s a sweetpicture and Harry can’t help but to go over and give JB a scratch behind theear.

“I supposewe have to soothe the baby now?” he asks. He doesn’t mind, per se, but if he’shonest, he’d much rather continue taking Eggsy apart on their bed.

Eggsy sendshim an exasperated look. “He’s not a baby. You’re not a baby, JB. You’re afearsome hound of hell, ain’t you? Ain’t that right? Yes. Yes, you are!”

It’s Harry’sturn to look exasperated. “Shall I put the kettle on while you calm the mightybeast?”

“Don’tworry, love, we’ll get back to your beast soon,” Eggsy replies with a meaningfullook at Harry’s crotch.

“Ridiculous,”Harry says fondly, drops a kiss on JB’s head, and goes to put the kettle on.