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[ change of pace, eddie. wherever he is, likely at home, wash gets himself somewhere a little quiet and private, too, and he waits for eddie's responses -- his little teasing reply, but already eager to listen, to obey, eager to be a good boy for daddy even if he can't help but push back just a little.
once eddie confirms he's alone, eddie will barely have time to punch out that next response before his device is ringing. daddy wants to talk to you, baby. and the moment he picks up, wash's voice is there, smooth and rumbling just like it would when he's holding him down with mouth right against the shell of eddie's ear; ]
What if I didn't?
[ he did like it, of course. sexy, absolutely getting him worked up, and with how well he knows eddie's body by now, every muscle and jut of bone, line and angle, every tattoo inked into his skin, sending him a picture or video like that makes it all too easy for him to imagine his own hands on him.
but they have been playing at jealousy, after all. it's a question: surely, if daddy was really angry, he wouldn't be saying it quite like this. but he can always play the jealous, possessive lover, maybe not quite angry but definitely sharper. like many things, quietly offering a choice to eddie that he might not fully understand -- but how he responds to it will likely give wash all he needs to know how to go on. ]
once eddie confirms he's alone, eddie will barely have time to punch out that next response before his device is ringing. daddy wants to talk to you, baby. and the moment he picks up, wash's voice is there, smooth and rumbling just like it would when he's holding him down with mouth right against the shell of eddie's ear; ]
What if I didn't?
[ he did like it, of course. sexy, absolutely getting him worked up, and with how well he knows eddie's body by now, every muscle and jut of bone, line and angle, every tattoo inked into his skin, sending him a picture or video like that makes it all too easy for him to imagine his own hands on him.
but they have been playing at jealousy, after all. it's a question: surely, if daddy was really angry, he wouldn't be saying it quite like this. but he can always play the jealous, possessive lover, maybe not quite angry but definitely sharper. like many things, quietly offering a choice to eddie that he might not fully understand -- but how he responds to it will likely give wash all he needs to know how to go on. ]
[ eddie doesn't have much time to ponder the way it feels, being in a room amid an orgy alone. the call has his brows lifting, answering immediately, back straight as his head angles in toward his phone as he brings it up to hold, to listen to daddy's voice. it's surprising, startling almost. hadn't really thought wash would call him, figured it'd all be texts and eddie being the one really worked up through the course of the orgy itself. that it wouldn't be until he'd left, was on a path home and eventually had wash come find him that he'd see just how daddy's reacting to his texting and photo spam. now though, the awareness of how alone he is (when, he sure as hell doesn't have to be), focus drawn wholly on wash so quickly, sends prickling shivers up and down his spine, makes the muscles of his abdomen twitch.
his breath holds for a second at the crisp hit of wash's voice, possessive in one swoop, air rushing out from his lips as he settles back into the chair. ] Then... [ another exhale and inhale, a soft contemplative sound. ] Maybe you should come get me. Stop me from taking even more dick. Give me what you know I want the most. [ heady and needy, more lustful and determined that he might usually be, but he's fueled by a whole lot of afterglows and sensory overload.
he hums, whining softly, toeing the ground. his tone shifts, touches of the adoring boy he so often is for daddy coming through again. can't really help it, can't commit to being too bratty when he's so needy. when he wants to be daddy's very good baby. ] You know I need you the most, Daddy. [ shifts a bit in the chair, enough time having passed between now and when he'd came last for his body to start reacting, thighs hot and need coiling in his belly even more now that he's got daddy's voice right in his ear. ]
his breath holds for a second at the crisp hit of wash's voice, possessive in one swoop, air rushing out from his lips as he settles back into the chair. ] Then... [ another exhale and inhale, a soft contemplative sound. ] Maybe you should come get me. Stop me from taking even more dick. Give me what you know I want the most. [ heady and needy, more lustful and determined that he might usually be, but he's fueled by a whole lot of afterglows and sensory overload.
he hums, whining softly, toeing the ground. his tone shifts, touches of the adoring boy he so often is for daddy coming through again. can't really help it, can't commit to being too bratty when he's so needy. when he wants to be daddy's very good baby. ] You know I need you the most, Daddy. [ shifts a bit in the chair, enough time having passed between now and when he'd came last for his body to start reacting, thighs hot and need coiling in his belly even more now that he's got daddy's voice right in his ear. ]
[ its nice hearing eddie's voice, too, directly at him rather than just in the video, breathy, moaning, desperate. but even when eddie tries to play him up a little, he still can't help keep that neediness, that adoring almost worshipful tone from his voice, and it seeps back in before long. wash actually responds to that alone, making some quiet, pleased sound -- and well, that's more than enough to tell him what direction to take.
he can play at the aggression. just a little. just a touch, and then follow it with something a bit more soothing. and knowing just how much eddie likes daddy's cock, just how much eddie has whined over seeing him come, he makes sure eddie can hear the sound of him pulling at his zipper at the front of his jeans, the rustle of fabric that comes with it. ]
Is that so?
[ that growl easing back again, low and quiet. ]
Daddy's pretty little whore all lost without me, finding his way onto every cock in the room that might make you feel good. You want me to sweep in when you're not even done? Fucked around and hopped onto a few cocks and already finding that none of them fill you up as good as Daddy does?
Looks like you were enjoying yourself, baby. Getting bent over and fucked on stage with everyone watching. You think whoever's fucking you would like knowing that you were thinking of me? Think the crowd would be able to tell the difference, if I was fucking you on stage, that they would be able to tell how much more you were moaning and crying for me?
[ maybe laying it on a little thick, but that video certainly stirred something in him. ]
I know just what you need the most, baby.
[ :') ]
he can play at the aggression. just a little. just a touch, and then follow it with something a bit more soothing. and knowing just how much eddie likes daddy's cock, just how much eddie has whined over seeing him come, he makes sure eddie can hear the sound of him pulling at his zipper at the front of his jeans, the rustle of fabric that comes with it. ]
Is that so?
[ that growl easing back again, low and quiet. ]
Daddy's pretty little whore all lost without me, finding his way onto every cock in the room that might make you feel good. You want me to sweep in when you're not even done? Fucked around and hopped onto a few cocks and already finding that none of them fill you up as good as Daddy does?
Looks like you were enjoying yourself, baby. Getting bent over and fucked on stage with everyone watching. You think whoever's fucking you would like knowing that you were thinking of me? Think the crowd would be able to tell the difference, if I was fucking you on stage, that they would be able to tell how much more you were moaning and crying for me?
[ maybe laying it on a little thick, but that video certainly stirred something in him. ]
I know just what you need the most, baby.
[ :') ]
[ his want and need for wash do start to swell in the space around eddie, now that they're literally talking, his breathing already becoming more labored. cock twitching abruptly when he hears daddy pulling his zipper down, hears his jeans opening, eyes shutting as he pictures that now familiar cock. out of reach, across miles really, but the heat of how thick he knows his daddy can be, how stiff he is before he comes inside of his baby, that all settles and strokes at eddie's mind.
then, daddy comes out even more, starts speaking, growling and making eddie whine again, breathy and pitched. there's a lot to listen to, and he progressively stirs more, cock getting harder, fingers pulling at the fabric of his boxers, making tiny needy sounds down over his erection.
eddie's bottom lip stings from how hard he's worked it through his teeth, gasping out at those last words. a thick swallow, a breath out, tongue pressing into the corner of his mouth. ]
I know, Daddy. [ breathy, difficult to find his voice again, a shaky inhale through his nose. ] Maybe he'd be jealous. If I went up to him, told him just how much thicker my Daddy is, how much...harder he makes me come, how many times he makes me come until I'm covered in it. [ a lot to react to, and well, he couldn't remember what all daddy's said, just knows how he's making him feel. ]
You already got me so hard again, Daddy. I, uh...wish you could put your fingers inside me. Feel how I'm already dripping. [ a breathy series of whines, the sound being what eddie's nearly reduced to whenever he stops speaking. it gets overwhelming, feeling how he reacts to daddy, just those words, suggestions and the notes of possessiveness he knows he's more receptive to. ] You could come fuck me, Daddy. Quick and fast. Fill me up some more, give me something to really...[ a soft, drawn out moan ] tide me over until later... can show me just what you think about what I've been up to...
[ more shifting, a creak or two of that chair he's on. ] I wanna see you, Daddy. Will you show me?
then, daddy comes out even more, starts speaking, growling and making eddie whine again, breathy and pitched. there's a lot to listen to, and he progressively stirs more, cock getting harder, fingers pulling at the fabric of his boxers, making tiny needy sounds down over his erection.
eddie's bottom lip stings from how hard he's worked it through his teeth, gasping out at those last words. a thick swallow, a breath out, tongue pressing into the corner of his mouth. ]
I know, Daddy. [ breathy, difficult to find his voice again, a shaky inhale through his nose. ] Maybe he'd be jealous. If I went up to him, told him just how much thicker my Daddy is, how much...harder he makes me come, how many times he makes me come until I'm covered in it. [ a lot to react to, and well, he couldn't remember what all daddy's said, just knows how he's making him feel. ]
You already got me so hard again, Daddy. I, uh...wish you could put your fingers inside me. Feel how I'm already dripping. [ a breathy series of whines, the sound being what eddie's nearly reduced to whenever he stops speaking. it gets overwhelming, feeling how he reacts to daddy, just those words, suggestions and the notes of possessiveness he knows he's more receptive to. ] You could come fuck me, Daddy. Quick and fast. Fill me up some more, give me something to really...[ a soft, drawn out moan ] tide me over until later... can show me just what you think about what I've been up to...
[ more shifting, a creak or two of that chair he's on. ] I wanna see you, Daddy. Will you show me?
No.
[ simple, straightforward. ]
Greedy little slut, aren't you, baby? Getting all the cock you want at an orgy, still lined up Daddy to fuck you right after because you know what's good for you, and it's still not enough.
Always so desperate. Always to needy for me. I like that. [ a rumbling purr to his words, letting it stretch to a quiet almost-groan, not quite -- a sound that eddie might recognize, an obvious enough sign that wash isn't just sitting there talking to him, but he's touching himself, too. slow, easy, his hand gripping around his cock. ] So when I see you later, baby, I want you fucking desperate.
[ fucked out, worn out, tired from his day full of sex -- and yet, still. utterly needy, desperate, wanting for the one thing he's been waiting for all day. just for daddy. ]
Haven't started touching yourself yet, have you, baby? 'Cause you know you don't get to until Daddy lets you. [ his voice eases a little softer, teasing. ] Finger yourself for me. Tell me how wet you are. Lost count of how many loads you've taken in your pretty little ass already, baby? I know how much Daddy's little slut likes being filled with cum.
[ simple, straightforward. ]
Greedy little slut, aren't you, baby? Getting all the cock you want at an orgy, still lined up Daddy to fuck you right after because you know what's good for you, and it's still not enough.
Always so desperate. Always to needy for me. I like that. [ a rumbling purr to his words, letting it stretch to a quiet almost-groan, not quite -- a sound that eddie might recognize, an obvious enough sign that wash isn't just sitting there talking to him, but he's touching himself, too. slow, easy, his hand gripping around his cock. ] So when I see you later, baby, I want you fucking desperate.
[ fucked out, worn out, tired from his day full of sex -- and yet, still. utterly needy, desperate, wanting for the one thing he's been waiting for all day. just for daddy. ]
Haven't started touching yourself yet, have you, baby? 'Cause you know you don't get to until Daddy lets you. [ his voice eases a little softer, teasing. ] Finger yourself for me. Tell me how wet you are. Lost count of how many loads you've taken in your pretty little ass already, baby? I know how much Daddy's little slut likes being filled with cum.
[ well, that's an answer. eddie's features furrow, lips frowning into the sort of petulant pout he's not so certain he'd really even want daddy to see. but, all that comes out is a slightly strained exhale in response. followed by his bottom lip tucking into his mouth, ass pushing down into the chair, labored whine at how wash phrases all that, sizes him up, gives eddie all the fodder he needs to hear daddy getting possessive of him, staking that claim from afar. and every word growled out is true.
his tongue clicks when his lip straightens out, eyes dark and heavy, hearing just how daddy likes him. then, he's mewling, hears that clear sound of how wash is touching himself, eddie's own cock throbbing from no attention, scooting and wriggling around in his chair. lips pouting out, whine all he's capable of as he imagines daddy's hand stroking his own cock.
he makes a quiet sound, affirming but clipped at how he absolutely hasn't touched himself, thighs trembling under the weight of his dick wanting to be touched. but wash poses that simple fact, that he won't touch himself until daddy says he can. until he gets permission. with that command, eddie breathes harder, listens as he shifts to ease his boxers down, past his knees, letting them fall away onto the floor. reaches behind himself, slides two fingers inside his hole, already pushing down onto the lengths of them, needing, desperate to feel himself being fucked however he can get it. ]
I do, Daddy. It's, it's the best feeling. But it's not as good now, not when I don't have your cum inside me. [ he forgets his task for a few moments, tips of his fingers finding his prostrate and making him moan aloud, pretty and bright. thinking of daddy's cock though, it brings him back around, fingers sliding away from how they'd curled, air hot and heavy, panting over the microphone. ] Can't remember how many guys have come inside me, Daddy. I'm wet enough you could just pound me into the floor. Remind me I belong to you, that my dripping wet asshole is yours. That I'm desperate for you, with each and every cock I let fuck me. That I keep thinking of you any time I'm filled up, at how I'd rather be a good slut for you. No one else is enough...
[ and well, he's an awfully obedient boy. has told daddy how wet he is, has layered on even more, lets his fingers slip further in again. not so far, wanting to focus on how daddy will respond, not wanting to sweep himself up in unbridled pleasure when he knows he wants to hear daddy's voice even more. ]
his tongue clicks when his lip straightens out, eyes dark and heavy, hearing just how daddy likes him. then, he's mewling, hears that clear sound of how wash is touching himself, eddie's own cock throbbing from no attention, scooting and wriggling around in his chair. lips pouting out, whine all he's capable of as he imagines daddy's hand stroking his own cock.
he makes a quiet sound, affirming but clipped at how he absolutely hasn't touched himself, thighs trembling under the weight of his dick wanting to be touched. but wash poses that simple fact, that he won't touch himself until daddy says he can. until he gets permission. with that command, eddie breathes harder, listens as he shifts to ease his boxers down, past his knees, letting them fall away onto the floor. reaches behind himself, slides two fingers inside his hole, already pushing down onto the lengths of them, needing, desperate to feel himself being fucked however he can get it. ]
I do, Daddy. It's, it's the best feeling. But it's not as good now, not when I don't have your cum inside me. [ he forgets his task for a few moments, tips of his fingers finding his prostrate and making him moan aloud, pretty and bright. thinking of daddy's cock though, it brings him back around, fingers sliding away from how they'd curled, air hot and heavy, panting over the microphone. ] Can't remember how many guys have come inside me, Daddy. I'm wet enough you could just pound me into the floor. Remind me I belong to you, that my dripping wet asshole is yours. That I'm desperate for you, with each and every cock I let fuck me. That I keep thinking of you any time I'm filled up, at how I'd rather be a good slut for you. No one else is enough...
[ and well, he's an awfully obedient boy. has told daddy how wet he is, has layered on even more, lets his fingers slip further in again. not so far, wanting to focus on how daddy will respond, not wanting to sweep himself up in unbridled pleasure when he knows he wants to hear daddy's voice even more. ]
[ wash wishes he could see him, really, but he can picture it perfectly, especially with those sounds he makes. whining, mewling, keening and wanting, the catch of breath and the shameless moan that has wash knowing that his baby is doing just as he's told, fingering himself nice and deep. he's quiet for a while, just listening, drinking in every word eddie gives him, every trembling gasp and moan, how he can hear his breathing quiver with all his breathless panting. ]
Fuck, I know you're so hungry for it. Daddy's good little cumslut.
[ he'll ease back a little, though. raw, possessive, but letting some of that gentle fondness ease back to his voice even through that rumbling growl, even though that half almost-groan he doesn't hold back, just to let eddie hear it through the device, pumping his hand languidly over his cock as he talks to him. ]
You can touch yourself if you want, baby. Make yourself feel good. Think about how Daddy's cock would feel sliding into your dripping wet hole. All stretched out and fucked out from all the cocks you've taken today, so even Daddy's thick cock would just slide right in, make you feel so full. Think about how good it'd feel to have me, after thinking about me all day.
Even in the middle of all those men ready to fuck you silly if you asked, it still comes back to me, doesn't it? Daddy's good baby.
Fuck, I know you're so hungry for it. Daddy's good little cumslut.
[ he'll ease back a little, though. raw, possessive, but letting some of that gentle fondness ease back to his voice even through that rumbling growl, even though that half almost-groan he doesn't hold back, just to let eddie hear it through the device, pumping his hand languidly over his cock as he talks to him. ]
You can touch yourself if you want, baby. Make yourself feel good. Think about how Daddy's cock would feel sliding into your dripping wet hole. All stretched out and fucked out from all the cocks you've taken today, so even Daddy's thick cock would just slide right in, make you feel so full. Think about how good it'd feel to have me, after thinking about me all day.
Even in the middle of all those men ready to fuck you silly if you asked, it still comes back to me, doesn't it? Daddy's good baby.
[ eddie can only affirm with a soft humming, that panting seamless as daddy praises how desperate he is, is as filthy about it as eddie wants him to be. anticipation to slot into being daddy's again, to spread his legs, get pushed down into a bed, races higher in eddie's bloodstream, a near anguishing sensation when he hears how wash lets himself almost groan over how he's clearly touching himself. an urge bubbles up to say fuck it, to leave then and there, even as his night has so much more potential, as he's not even been in attendance at the orgy for all that long. but then daddy gives him permission to touch himself, and eddie breathes out a reflexive whine. almost drops the device, fingers still sliding in and out of his ass, free hand about to fall to touch over his stiff cock.
eddie's voice drags out in a wordless hum, low and over what all wash is saying. god, he really doesn't want to stop finger fucking his hole, punctuated moans as he hits his prostate over and over, unable to keep that at bay as daddy speaks such alluring words.
it's not until that final praise floods his ears that his panting ceases into a held breath, fingers shifting out, scrabbling over his hip, settling onto his cock. immediately stroking, dragging precum down over his shaft, breathy, firmer moans at the more controlled pressure. ]
Mmhmm, Daddy. Always. It always comes back to you. Whenever I touch myself, when my ass is full. I can't help thinking about you. How you know just what I like. How -- wet you get my dick. [ as if there needed to be any further indication of how his physical focus has shifted. can't help talking about it, a faint slick sound as he strokes over himself, slickness on his fingers from his hole. ] Wish you were here, that you could...tell me that I'm good for you, Daddy, that I'm your good baby. Right in my ear. So you could see how good my cock looks in my hand. So your big, thick cock could just...slide inside me.
[ not holding back, but drawn in enough to all that daddy's saying to let his voice rise to the occasion of feeding into the fantasy even more. breathy and cut off here and there though, as always when wash has him riled. ]
You want, mm, you want me to come for you, Daddy? Get myself even messier before I go hop on another cock? I...mm, I wanna hear you come, Daddy. [ always very greedy, pushing for more and more of what he wants, willing to be as honest with daddy about what he wants. even if he knows it's wash that really guides this, even if his own interests really are very much adjusted to and also met, for the most part. ]
eddie's voice drags out in a wordless hum, low and over what all wash is saying. god, he really doesn't want to stop finger fucking his hole, punctuated moans as he hits his prostate over and over, unable to keep that at bay as daddy speaks such alluring words.
it's not until that final praise floods his ears that his panting ceases into a held breath, fingers shifting out, scrabbling over his hip, settling onto his cock. immediately stroking, dragging precum down over his shaft, breathy, firmer moans at the more controlled pressure. ]
Mmhmm, Daddy. Always. It always comes back to you. Whenever I touch myself, when my ass is full. I can't help thinking about you. How you know just what I like. How -- wet you get my dick. [ as if there needed to be any further indication of how his physical focus has shifted. can't help talking about it, a faint slick sound as he strokes over himself, slickness on his fingers from his hole. ] Wish you were here, that you could...tell me that I'm good for you, Daddy, that I'm your good baby. Right in my ear. So you could see how good my cock looks in my hand. So your big, thick cock could just...slide inside me.
[ not holding back, but drawn in enough to all that daddy's saying to let his voice rise to the occasion of feeding into the fantasy even more. breathy and cut off here and there though, as always when wash has him riled. ]
You want, mm, you want me to come for you, Daddy? Get myself even messier before I go hop on another cock? I...mm, I wanna hear you come, Daddy. [ always very greedy, pushing for more and more of what he wants, willing to be as honest with daddy about what he wants. even if he knows it's wash that really guides this, even if his own interests really are very much adjusted to and also met, for the most part. ]
[ it is getting a little harder to talk just because wash is letting himself lose himself in this -- more than he usually would, getting caught up in it. but god, he likes hearing eddie talk like this, likes hearing how his words start to lose sense and rhythm too, how words give way to moans and breathless groans. he can just barely hear those slick sounds of him touching his cock and fuck, it turns wash on more knowing that he's hearing how wet he is from all the cum he's already taken inside him, from his own pre.
he starts to work over himself a little harder, faster. good pace, more than enough to get himself off, and while he normally pushes himself to hold back -- he doesn't, here. instead he pushes himself forward, lets eddie hear it, too, a deeper groan, the sound of his own hand working over himself, the shift of his weight in the chair where he's seated. ]
Yeah? Well -- Daddy wants to hear you come. I want you to come all over yourself -- and let me hear it. Make yourself an even bigger mess, just for me, just for Daddy, 'cause you know Daddy makes you come harder than anyone else.
And then you can tell me. Tell me how much you need me there with you. How much you wish you were bouncing in my lap right now. And you can make Daddy come.
You're my good baby, aren't you? My sweet little cumslut, all wet and filthy for me. All these men hungry for you and they have no idea that you'll still steal away in the middle of all of this just to tell Daddy how much you miss his cock, and how you're gonna be spending all day waiting for me --
[ his voice breaks off into another low groan, a quiet shudder that rumbles through him. ]
-- Gonna come for me, baby? Are you gonna be good for me?
he starts to work over himself a little harder, faster. good pace, more than enough to get himself off, and while he normally pushes himself to hold back -- he doesn't, here. instead he pushes himself forward, lets eddie hear it, too, a deeper groan, the sound of his own hand working over himself, the shift of his weight in the chair where he's seated. ]
Yeah? Well -- Daddy wants to hear you come. I want you to come all over yourself -- and let me hear it. Make yourself an even bigger mess, just for me, just for Daddy, 'cause you know Daddy makes you come harder than anyone else.
And then you can tell me. Tell me how much you need me there with you. How much you wish you were bouncing in my lap right now. And you can make Daddy come.
You're my good baby, aren't you? My sweet little cumslut, all wet and filthy for me. All these men hungry for you and they have no idea that you'll still steal away in the middle of all of this just to tell Daddy how much you miss his cock, and how you're gonna be spending all day waiting for me --
[ his voice breaks off into another low groan, a quiet shudder that rumbles through him. ]
-- Gonna come for me, baby? Are you gonna be good for me?
[ hearing the sounds of them both stroking over their cocks has eddie's head spinning, the reality of how wash lets himself go more than usual absolutely clicking for him. it's unbelievably hot, that daddy's this worked up. from what, eddie doesn't go quite so far as to assess that, but it's kind of a given that the last texts he sent him included that video, so.
his fingers keep a steady pace, pushing closer to climax, faltering only enough to keep it at bay while he hears his daddy speak. eddie whimpers, moaning aloud, repeatedly and unabashed at the thought of letting daddy hear him come. all over himself, make a mess, do it hard because he's talking to daddy.
still difficult to totally let himself go, even with the assurance that he'll get to tell daddy just how much he needs him there, how we wishes he was riding his dick. but then his hand picks back up again, at the idea of daddy coming, that he'll get to make him come.
he hums out a shaky affirmative at being his good baby, another pitched whine, cock slick as it gets even stiffer, precum beading and being dragged down time and again. eddie pants, breathing harder with wash's groan, legs shaking at that rumble he can hear.
and just as wash asks that, asks if he's gonna come, if he's gonna be good, eddie mewls again, voice broken in a staggered cry, fingers almost losing their grip on his device as he captures it up, rustling sounding. he moans out, groaning loud and shamelessly as cum shoots up out of cock, eddie jerking his hand and positioning it so it spurts up over his chest, streaking his belly.
he keeps his hand on his cock, milking it, pace steady as he comes, fingers not drifting but easing. words do their best to tumble out of his lips, his tone fraying and fragmented, but eddie's determined to go headfirst in making daddy come next. ]
I miss your perfect cock, Daddy. Can't. Mm. I know. Know I'd come even harder with you inside me. Need you to mmm... [ panting through a swallow ] I need you here, with me. Wanna ride your dick. Feel you pump your cum inside me. Get me even hotter, wetter. Been waiting, just...all day for you. To take me. Use me. Fuck me just right, Daddy.
Mm...I need you, Daddy. Want you more than anyone. I need your cock. Need your cum. Need to feel you come inside me. Will you come for me, Daddy? Please.
[ just, begging at that point. and with a pained whine, his fingers do finally relent, resting over his shaft, breathing still heavy as he listens. ]
his fingers keep a steady pace, pushing closer to climax, faltering only enough to keep it at bay while he hears his daddy speak. eddie whimpers, moaning aloud, repeatedly and unabashed at the thought of letting daddy hear him come. all over himself, make a mess, do it hard because he's talking to daddy.
still difficult to totally let himself go, even with the assurance that he'll get to tell daddy just how much he needs him there, how we wishes he was riding his dick. but then his hand picks back up again, at the idea of daddy coming, that he'll get to make him come.
he hums out a shaky affirmative at being his good baby, another pitched whine, cock slick as it gets even stiffer, precum beading and being dragged down time and again. eddie pants, breathing harder with wash's groan, legs shaking at that rumble he can hear.
and just as wash asks that, asks if he's gonna come, if he's gonna be good, eddie mewls again, voice broken in a staggered cry, fingers almost losing their grip on his device as he captures it up, rustling sounding. he moans out, groaning loud and shamelessly as cum shoots up out of cock, eddie jerking his hand and positioning it so it spurts up over his chest, streaking his belly.
he keeps his hand on his cock, milking it, pace steady as he comes, fingers not drifting but easing. words do their best to tumble out of his lips, his tone fraying and fragmented, but eddie's determined to go headfirst in making daddy come next. ]
I miss your perfect cock, Daddy. Can't. Mm. I know. Know I'd come even harder with you inside me. Need you to mmm... [ panting through a swallow ] I need you here, with me. Wanna ride your dick. Feel you pump your cum inside me. Get me even hotter, wetter. Been waiting, just...all day for you. To take me. Use me. Fuck me just right, Daddy.
Mm...I need you, Daddy. Want you more than anyone. I need your cock. Need your cum. Need to feel you come inside me. Will you come for me, Daddy? Please.
[ just, begging at that point. and with a pained whine, his fingers do finally relent, resting over his shaft, breathing still heavy as he listens. ]
[ what wash works towards above all else is overwhelming someone -- pushing them to the edge, as far as possible and then even further, until he has them babbling and incoherent and utterly unable to do anything but surrender to him and his control. eddie has never been particularly resistant to it, and while he does love seeing him in person, has learned how to play his body like a finely tuned instrument -- there's something that's always nice about this. a callback to how they met, but also just a deep gratification in knowing that even like this, just words on a screen, just his voice in his ear, even miles away and in the middle of an orgy, eddie will bend to him.
he can hear it. eddie comes almost on command, and it's good, and wash has to force himself to slow down a little just to make sure he doesn't go as quickly with him, though he does make sure to give him some encouragement as he can hear him riding it out, milking the cum from his cock; ]
That's it, baby. So good for me, Daddy's good boy. Just like that.
[ but of course eddie is bowling into more before long, before he's even really steadied himself, and -- god, that's sexy, too. hearing just how out of sorts eddie is, how he clearly has a hard time stringing full sentences together, but how the words are just tumbling from him because he wants to, needs to hear daddy come almost as much as he wanted to come, as his sentences just fragment into begging, whining, pleading, just fragmented descriptions of just what he wants daddy to do.
and it does work. wash does answer him, between his quiet groans, disjointed little murmurs of how he's gonna do just that -- and the clearest sign of how he lets go is in how much more aggressive the words become, disjointed as they are. little detached murmurs of how daddy's going to find him, use him, fuck him on his cock like his good little toy, take his fucked out hole and ruin it even more, make you want that, you'd want that, eddie, wouldn't you, want to feel it --
and then he tumbles over the edge himself. a low, rumbling moan, his hips lifting into his hand, head falling back against the chair he's seated in -- his device slipping slightly from his grip before he shifts to make sure it's nicely held by his shoulder as he rides it out, working over his cock. his breathing slowly steadies, stills. ]
Good boy.
[ :') ]
Wish you were here to clean it all up?
he can hear it. eddie comes almost on command, and it's good, and wash has to force himself to slow down a little just to make sure he doesn't go as quickly with him, though he does make sure to give him some encouragement as he can hear him riding it out, milking the cum from his cock; ]
That's it, baby. So good for me, Daddy's good boy. Just like that.
[ but of course eddie is bowling into more before long, before he's even really steadied himself, and -- god, that's sexy, too. hearing just how out of sorts eddie is, how he clearly has a hard time stringing full sentences together, but how the words are just tumbling from him because he wants to, needs to hear daddy come almost as much as he wanted to come, as his sentences just fragment into begging, whining, pleading, just fragmented descriptions of just what he wants daddy to do.
and it does work. wash does answer him, between his quiet groans, disjointed little murmurs of how he's gonna do just that -- and the clearest sign of how he lets go is in how much more aggressive the words become, disjointed as they are. little detached murmurs of how daddy's going to find him, use him, fuck him on his cock like his good little toy, take his fucked out hole and ruin it even more, make you want that, you'd want that, eddie, wouldn't you, want to feel it --
and then he tumbles over the edge himself. a low, rumbling moan, his hips lifting into his hand, head falling back against the chair he's seated in -- his device slipping slightly from his grip before he shifts to make sure it's nicely held by his shoulder as he rides it out, working over his cock. his breathing slowly steadies, stills. ]
Good boy.
[ :') ]
Wish you were here to clean it all up?
[ he'd expected to be distracted by wash, maybe dart off to corners a few times and really hone in on replying to daddy. but eddie couldn't have imagined how it might transpire, that he'd get to hear that voice he craves telling him just what to do, getting him to come on command, and then hearing daddy get off over the phone. a delightful first he's going to cherish.
lost in the praise of how good of a job he's doing, eddie's cum comes out even harder, drawn out of him by daddy. even when wash isn't physically there, he can make him have an orgasm more satisfying than any he's had that night. a boost to wash's ego he'll certainly unconsciously reveal at some point during the night, once they've met up probably.
he does love how he falls apart for his daddy, muscles tight and working to relax, clenching and releasing. his whole body feeling spent already, ass almost registering that it'd had daddy's cock. but, no, that thought just leaves him wanting wash even more. eddie's panting remains throughout how wash calls back, those filthy phrases he picks up, how they tumble sporadically but with confidence, tone aggressive and making his neck flush.
eddie's breath holds more as he hears wash get closer, when those murmurs cut off, a final consideration for just how much he does wanna feel daddy ruin his fucked out hole even more. he doesn't exhale as he latches onto hearing daddy come, that moan, how his body clearly shifts, his device maybe as well, the faint sound of wash's hand milking his cock. he breathes out a whimper when wash's breath steadies out. swallows at being called a good boy. bites down on his lip, legs quivering, knees touching together as he looks down over the mess he's made. ]
Mmhmm. [ an instant reply. ] I like cleaning it off of you. Your cock, your fingers. I'd get it all. Taste you and have you on my tongue for hours. [ still breathy and low, but a little more measured now. ] I'd show you how good I am for you, Daddy. Get you, just, sparkling clean with my tongue.
[ absolutely lost in his afterglow too, just leaving his words to linger regarding that. not thinking of what comes next, what else he might do, happy to just exist in the space of talking to daddy on the phone after they've both come. ]
lost in the praise of how good of a job he's doing, eddie's cum comes out even harder, drawn out of him by daddy. even when wash isn't physically there, he can make him have an orgasm more satisfying than any he's had that night. a boost to wash's ego he'll certainly unconsciously reveal at some point during the night, once they've met up probably.
he does love how he falls apart for his daddy, muscles tight and working to relax, clenching and releasing. his whole body feeling spent already, ass almost registering that it'd had daddy's cock. but, no, that thought just leaves him wanting wash even more. eddie's panting remains throughout how wash calls back, those filthy phrases he picks up, how they tumble sporadically but with confidence, tone aggressive and making his neck flush.
eddie's breath holds more as he hears wash get closer, when those murmurs cut off, a final consideration for just how much he does wanna feel daddy ruin his fucked out hole even more. he doesn't exhale as he latches onto hearing daddy come, that moan, how his body clearly shifts, his device maybe as well, the faint sound of wash's hand milking his cock. he breathes out a whimper when wash's breath steadies out. swallows at being called a good boy. bites down on his lip, legs quivering, knees touching together as he looks down over the mess he's made. ]
Mmhmm. [ an instant reply. ] I like cleaning it off of you. Your cock, your fingers. I'd get it all. Taste you and have you on my tongue for hours. [ still breathy and low, but a little more measured now. ] I'd show you how good I am for you, Daddy. Get you, just, sparkling clean with my tongue.
[ absolutely lost in his afterglow too, just leaving his words to linger regarding that. not thinking of what comes next, what else he might do, happy to just exist in the space of talking to daddy on the phone after they've both come. ]
Edited (:3) 2023-10-02 13:43 (UTC)
[ wash is happy just to laze there for a little while as he lets that comfortable weight sink down into his muscles, that pleasant distant soreness, making some low contented sound, quiet and rumbling in his chest, lazily letting his hand drift up and down over his cock a few more times as he listens to eddie ramble about how he'd like to clean daddy off. there's a bit of a longer pause before wash answers, just to settle in that feeling -- just to listen to each other's breathing, for a little while. ]
Always a hard choice for me, Eddie. Love how much of a slut you are for Daddy's cum, but how am I supposed to choose between filling your ass, coming down your throat, all over your face?
[ an amused rumble, shifting slightly. ]
You got any solutions?
Always a hard choice for me, Eddie. Love how much of a slut you are for Daddy's cum, but how am I supposed to choose between filling your ass, coming down your throat, all over your face?
[ an amused rumble, shifting slightly. ]
You got any solutions?
[ feels different, intoxicating in the moment, to be listening to how wash's breath sounds over the phone. eddie knowing how they've both just come, the thrill of getting one another off through sexting and phone sex -- all while he's in the middle of a damn orgy. he mirrors that soft sound of contentment, easing back in his chair, continuing to peer down over himself.
he breathes out, a hum threatening to mingle in, tiredness slipping into the sound, as he listens. the sound repeats, lips turning up in a smile at the end. once he's asked that, can hear a gentle tease in daddy's voice. ]
Guess you'll have to keep me all night and day. Keep coming enough times until you fill all my holes. Got me covered in your cum. [ a soft, happy sigh at his own suggestion, creak of the chair as he leans back further into it. ] Or pick your favorite place to get off on me, in me. You know I love hearing how you like it best, Daddy. And I don't wanna waste your cum...
he breathes out, a hum threatening to mingle in, tiredness slipping into the sound, as he listens. the sound repeats, lips turning up in a smile at the end. once he's asked that, can hear a gentle tease in daddy's voice. ]
Guess you'll have to keep me all night and day. Keep coming enough times until you fill all my holes. Got me covered in your cum. [ a soft, happy sigh at his own suggestion, creak of the chair as he leans back further into it. ] Or pick your favorite place to get off on me, in me. You know I love hearing how you like it best, Daddy. And I don't wanna waste your cum...
[ greedy. though wash absolutely does see it coming. he hums in amusement, just taking his time to respond, letting them both laze a little in the moment. no doubt eddie could use at least a little bit of an actual break inbetween all his fun. hope you're hydrating, eddie, cum doesn't count. ]
Mm. I like most ways I can leave my mark on you. But I think I like filling your ass.
I could come in your mouth, make you taste me, then flip you over and fuck your ass until I come again. Over and over. Putting load after load in your pretty little hole. Get you a plug to help you keep it all in.
[ don't mind him just casually dropping the idea of an anal plug in here. ]
You sure you don't want to just steal away from your orgy right now, Eddie? [ teasing, light, a bit of that purr easing back into his voice. ]
Mm. I like most ways I can leave my mark on you. But I think I like filling your ass.
I could come in your mouth, make you taste me, then flip you over and fuck your ass until I come again. Over and over. Putting load after load in your pretty little hole. Get you a plug to help you keep it all in.
[ don't mind him just casually dropping the idea of an anal plug in here. ]
You sure you don't want to just steal away from your orgy right now, Eddie? [ teasing, light, a bit of that purr easing back into his voice. ]
[ eddie probably should take a swing by that aftercare room that dorian had the foresight to set up, if for nothing else other than getting a bottle of water. he likely will too, racing pleasure and need having softened now that he's came with wash. always getting taken care of by daddy, even across the device.
there's a satisfied smile that lingers on his lips, genuine and warm, breathing out happily with faint hums at how wash speaks, what he says. those words have him anticipating, able to appreciate them for later suggestions rather than needing to hear more and more so he can get off. he keeps a looser hold on his device, head rolling in place, hand at his cock shifting to rest over his thigh. he noticeably breathes in at the idea of daddy getting him a plug. he's seen them, of course. hasn't used one.
then another phrase he recognizes as teasing him, familiar purr in daddy's tone causing his smile to lift even higher. ]
Even if I wanted to, I think I'd get...awfully distracted on my way back out into the fray, Daddy. Guess we'll have to wait until later for you to really leave your marks all over me. Get me so full it's like your cum's all that's even in me anymore. Could probably use one of those...plugs to do just that. [ just parroting a little back, but such is his way when daddy says something particularly intriguing and sexy. ] Haven't had one of those inside me before. Kinda want you to be the first one who pops one in.
[ he does, too, dragging teeth along with bottom lip as he makes a wistful sound over the thought. stays lost and lazy in talking to daddy. ]
there's a satisfied smile that lingers on his lips, genuine and warm, breathing out happily with faint hums at how wash speaks, what he says. those words have him anticipating, able to appreciate them for later suggestions rather than needing to hear more and more so he can get off. he keeps a looser hold on his device, head rolling in place, hand at his cock shifting to rest over his thigh. he noticeably breathes in at the idea of daddy getting him a plug. he's seen them, of course. hasn't used one.
then another phrase he recognizes as teasing him, familiar purr in daddy's tone causing his smile to lift even higher. ]
Even if I wanted to, I think I'd get...awfully distracted on my way back out into the fray, Daddy. Guess we'll have to wait until later for you to really leave your marks all over me. Get me so full it's like your cum's all that's even in me anymore. Could probably use one of those...plugs to do just that. [ just parroting a little back, but such is his way when daddy says something particularly intriguing and sexy. ] Haven't had one of those inside me before. Kinda want you to be the first one who pops one in.
[ he does, too, dragging teeth along with bottom lip as he makes a wistful sound over the thought. stays lost and lazy in talking to daddy. ]
[ its hard to for most people to grasp just how carefully deliberate wash is about even small interactions -- he's learned to ease up but it's still about projecting a sense of it than actually being it. a skill and a way of being that he's been forced into, by necessity, that he can't quite let go of. it's one of the first things he recognized about natasha, that gave him the sense that, well, she was someone to be careful about -- but also, they had something in common.
so when he feels that shiver -- he knows she let herself do it. that she's letting him feel it. and it could mean a few different things, could be a carefully practiced reaction, a convincing lie. but wash, uncharacteristically, in a way he'll have to pull apart later, is continuing to choose to see it differently. there's give and there's take. small, mutual pieces. genuine trust. when it comes to learning about someone, wash tends to give up pieces of himself more than he asks. gentle suggestions for exchange, knowing that there's more weight in anything freely given. most people don't recognize that's what he's doing, don't understand the weight that wash places on someone giving him anything about themselves, when he can't forget any of it. natasha, though. natasha does. he's sure she does.
so he leans into her further, when he feels that slight tremble, when she tucks herself more against his side. he lets an instinctive always-held tension ease from his shoulders, until what's left is just the tension of this, between them, the pull of the moment itself. his pulse picks up noticeably as she presses her touch to his wrist, another slightly too sharp inhale of air when her voice ghosts against his cheek. and that pause. he knows that pause, too.
he wouldn't blame her for stalling. and really, he would've been happy to let her do it. but then she says it, with enough of an air of authority to mask the inherent vulnerability that comes with it. and wash knows, too, that -- it doesn't have to be like that. even with the stricter laws, maybe more so with them. she doesn't have to trust him with this. but it would make tings much, much easier, and. she's trying.
slowly, he lets his fingertips, still pressed to the dip of her throat, curve slightly into the metal ring at the front of her collar. and although he could, he doesn't pull her by it. instead, he leans back himself, enough to look her in the eye, his other hand shifting so he can hold natasha's own in a more steady grip. ]
Feels like you ran out of other options.
[ wry, some attempt at carrying his humor from before forward. his hand shifts against her neck, fingers spreading across her collarbone, letting his thumb brush against that metal ring, instead, pushing it aside so he can press it into her clavicle. ]
You're sure?
so when he feels that shiver -- he knows she let herself do it. that she's letting him feel it. and it could mean a few different things, could be a carefully practiced reaction, a convincing lie. but wash, uncharacteristically, in a way he'll have to pull apart later, is continuing to choose to see it differently. there's give and there's take. small, mutual pieces. genuine trust. when it comes to learning about someone, wash tends to give up pieces of himself more than he asks. gentle suggestions for exchange, knowing that there's more weight in anything freely given. most people don't recognize that's what he's doing, don't understand the weight that wash places on someone giving him anything about themselves, when he can't forget any of it. natasha, though. natasha does. he's sure she does.
so he leans into her further, when he feels that slight tremble, when she tucks herself more against his side. he lets an instinctive always-held tension ease from his shoulders, until what's left is just the tension of this, between them, the pull of the moment itself. his pulse picks up noticeably as she presses her touch to his wrist, another slightly too sharp inhale of air when her voice ghosts against his cheek. and that pause. he knows that pause, too.
he wouldn't blame her for stalling. and really, he would've been happy to let her do it. but then she says it, with enough of an air of authority to mask the inherent vulnerability that comes with it. and wash knows, too, that -- it doesn't have to be like that. even with the stricter laws, maybe more so with them. she doesn't have to trust him with this. but it would make tings much, much easier, and. she's trying.
slowly, he lets his fingertips, still pressed to the dip of her throat, curve slightly into the metal ring at the front of her collar. and although he could, he doesn't pull her by it. instead, he leans back himself, enough to look her in the eye, his other hand shifting so he can hold natasha's own in a more steady grip. ]
Feels like you ran out of other options.
[ wry, some attempt at carrying his humor from before forward. his hand shifts against her neck, fingers spreading across her collarbone, letting his thumb brush against that metal ring, instead, pushing it aside so he can press it into her clavicle. ]
You're sure?
( he hesitates. or — because it feels to intentional to really be a hesitation, and washington is nothing if not intentional — he pauses. she hasn't caught him by surprise; he's too smart to not have put 2 and 2 together with her text. still, he responds to her the way he always does. pulse, elevated. an sudden intake of breath. he wants her, but she's been wanted so often by so many that it hardly feels noteworthy.
what is noteworthy, what makes all the difference is he doesn't leap at the opportunity with both hands. his fingertip brushes the hollow of her throat, curves through the ring and she forces a breath, swell of her breasts pressing against his knuckles. she's offering herself on a platter, they both know it, and still he pauses. holds her hand. watches her, carefully, and she knows he's looking for any sign of hesitation. had he reacted differently, she'd have had a hell of a lot to show him. there's still a flicker of regret in her eyes, though; what could they have been without this? without the program, without the contract? if they'd met under different circumstances?
they'd never know. )
They changed the rules of the game. ( 'they' being the creator. the new guidelines for submissives, including the collar around her neck. she needs to be with someone who understands that more than they understand her. who won't blink when she tries to take this entire system down from the inside.
his hand is warm against her skin, calloused. natasha shivers again, nails biting into the back of his hand where their palms are pressed together. she knows her heart is beating fast in her chest, eyes dilating in a way he won't fail to notice. )
I'm sure. ( she worries her lower lip with her teeth, letting out the last bit of tension in her shoulders, searching his eyes. he hasn't said yes, yet. he might not say yes. ) If you'll have me.
what is noteworthy, what makes all the difference is he doesn't leap at the opportunity with both hands. his fingertip brushes the hollow of her throat, curves through the ring and she forces a breath, swell of her breasts pressing against his knuckles. she's offering herself on a platter, they both know it, and still he pauses. holds her hand. watches her, carefully, and she knows he's looking for any sign of hesitation. had he reacted differently, she'd have had a hell of a lot to show him. there's still a flicker of regret in her eyes, though; what could they have been without this? without the program, without the contract? if they'd met under different circumstances?
they'd never know. )
They changed the rules of the game. ( 'they' being the creator. the new guidelines for submissives, including the collar around her neck. she needs to be with someone who understands that more than they understand her. who won't blink when she tries to take this entire system down from the inside.
his hand is warm against her skin, calloused. natasha shivers again, nails biting into the back of his hand where their palms are pressed together. she knows her heart is beating fast in her chest, eyes dilating in a way he won't fail to notice. )
I'm sure. ( she worries her lower lip with her teeth, letting out the last bit of tension in her shoulders, searching his eyes. he hasn't said yes, yet. he might not say yes. ) If you'll have me.
[ wash wouldn't like his memories mixed up either, a thing he's more particular about than most -- but he does hate having things ripped from him, secrets and information he wouldn't have normally given up freely. it seems normal in the city to most, but wash can't help but be hyper-conscious of it, but to offer pieces and little vulnerabilities of himself in turn to anyone who's had theirs given to him unwillingly.
and, ah. he hears that, even through the text. factual enough responses, but shades of they'd be better off without me. ]
Selfless of you.
But still. I'm sure you miss him.
and, ah. he hears that, even through the text. factual enough responses, but shades of they'd be better off without me. ]
Selfless of you.
But still. I'm sure you miss him.
Edited 2023-10-09 04:47 (UTC)
[ of course eddie would respond positively to anything new daddy even gently suggests to him. eager, demanding, even talking about doing it later tonight. eddie's body is going to be far too sore and he could do with an actual rest, especially when wash isn't intending on going easy on him when he sees him. ]
I'm going to be the first. [ simple, the same way he carries his authority, not asked or demanded but simply expected; no statement about how he wants to be the first, but simply that he will be. ] And you're gonna keep saving these things for me.
[ more firsts for him to take with eddie, more marks for him to leave on him, possessive and lasting deeper than any bruise or bite. ]
Maybe you can get yourself one. I'll pay for it. But you can pick one out for yourself. Look through the options thinking about how they'll feel in your ass, about how good it's gonna feel being so full of Daddy's cum, about which one Daddy might like most seeing in you. [ a quiet hum, pleased and sated. ] We can take our time, with that.
I'm going to be the first. [ simple, the same way he carries his authority, not asked or demanded but simply expected; no statement about how he wants to be the first, but simply that he will be. ] And you're gonna keep saving these things for me.
[ more firsts for him to take with eddie, more marks for him to leave on him, possessive and lasting deeper than any bruise or bite. ]
Maybe you can get yourself one. I'll pay for it. But you can pick one out for yourself. Look through the options thinking about how they'll feel in your ass, about how good it's gonna feel being so full of Daddy's cum, about which one Daddy might like most seeing in you. [ a quiet hum, pleased and sated. ] We can take our time, with that.
[ they did change the rules, and it does make a difference -- but maybe not too much of one. of course it matters, gone from something that would've been easy to write off, sign some paperwork and simply live separate lives to this. a deeper obligation. a collar. but as much as wash might've played lightly at the idea of contracts before, there was still always a level of calculation to it. careful detachment. he'd stayed with a year with a man he absolutely could not trust, knowing it the whole time. making any kind of commitment to any kind of real trust. it would've mattered too much even then.
even more with her. because they've seen enough of each other, just through their back and forth, quiet mutual recognition in each other's patterns, to painful truths pulled from somewhere deep and dark that night on the beach -- more than enough to know that they both see things more alike than not. others trust easily, and wash may feel strange around it, but he knows that's simply because -- they're wrong. allowed to be naïve, because people like him exist to be more careful where it's needed. but natasha isn't that, they're both probably too careful, and.
its deliberate. every single thing. natasha shivers again, her pulse starting to race, something darkening in her eyes. wash fully believes she could make all of that happen just by choice, if she wanted. but she's not, and he believes that, fully, and he peels back his own layers in turn, lets her hear and feel the hitch in his breath, the quiet rumble that starts in the back of his throat. he leans even closer, that distance between them closing even more. there's always something hawkish in his gaze, too sharp, too focused, taking in every single detail around him -- but now that focus is entirely on her, hungry, wanting. but searching, still. searching, for any doubt, hesitation -- and recognizing that she's searching for the same in him, too.
there's a plunge to take. ]
Yeah. [ a beat. he can feel his heartbeat in his ears. his grip tightens over her, hand, then relaxes again. a flicker of tension. and again, more sure, as his hand against that collar slides up -- he could pull her forward by it, could hook his fingers into the leather or into that ring. but he's making a point, here, as his hand settles against her nape, as he uses that to pull her even closer. no more searching, in his gaze, just. fact. ] Yes.
We'll do this.
[ the yes was supposed to be the hard part, but natasha is certainly close enough to notice some uncertainty in him again when he says we -- but it's a plunge. he sticks with it. and he waits for just a moment, to see her response, but -- not too long before that hand at the back of her neck hauls her even closer, almost into his lap, his other hand finally pulling away from hers just so he can lift it to her face, pressing his thumb against her lower lip and pulling her in for a kiss. ]
even more with her. because they've seen enough of each other, just through their back and forth, quiet mutual recognition in each other's patterns, to painful truths pulled from somewhere deep and dark that night on the beach -- more than enough to know that they both see things more alike than not. others trust easily, and wash may feel strange around it, but he knows that's simply because -- they're wrong. allowed to be naïve, because people like him exist to be more careful where it's needed. but natasha isn't that, they're both probably too careful, and.
its deliberate. every single thing. natasha shivers again, her pulse starting to race, something darkening in her eyes. wash fully believes she could make all of that happen just by choice, if she wanted. but she's not, and he believes that, fully, and he peels back his own layers in turn, lets her hear and feel the hitch in his breath, the quiet rumble that starts in the back of his throat. he leans even closer, that distance between them closing even more. there's always something hawkish in his gaze, too sharp, too focused, taking in every single detail around him -- but now that focus is entirely on her, hungry, wanting. but searching, still. searching, for any doubt, hesitation -- and recognizing that she's searching for the same in him, too.
there's a plunge to take. ]
Yeah. [ a beat. he can feel his heartbeat in his ears. his grip tightens over her, hand, then relaxes again. a flicker of tension. and again, more sure, as his hand against that collar slides up -- he could pull her forward by it, could hook his fingers into the leather or into that ring. but he's making a point, here, as his hand settles against her nape, as he uses that to pull her even closer. no more searching, in his gaze, just. fact. ] Yes.
We'll do this.
[ the yes was supposed to be the hard part, but natasha is certainly close enough to notice some uncertainty in him again when he says we -- but it's a plunge. he sticks with it. and he waits for just a moment, to see her response, but -- not too long before that hand at the back of her neck hauls her even closer, almost into his lap, his other hand finally pulling away from hers just so he can lift it to her face, pressing his thumb against her lower lip and pulling her in for a kiss. ]
Edited (honestly literally just for the word naive) 2023-10-11 16:29 (UTC)
[ never one to hesitate, or to fully consider every detail or ramification of if he really were to experience any and every sex thing that his daddy may suggest. it feels good, serving both their wants, when eddie's so eager, so of course it's how he reacts.
a heated twist of anticipation, the desire to really give wash that, what he's saying he wants, brings a hum out of eddie's lips. tiny click of a sound as they press together, opening as wash goes on. ]
I am. [ only a hint of question in his tone, slipped in on purpose but mostly a product of how intoxicating it feels to hear daddy say that, that he wants to have eddie's firsts, that he expects to have them reserved for him. ] Plenty of firsts, I think. [ you hear, see, things, especially in duplicity! ] It's...really nice, when I get to do something with you for the first time, Daddy. I'll save 'em for you. [ he's in, committed to saving these things for wash, voice all thicker and heady.
he shifts in the chair, head tilting as he listens, another lazy sound of approval faintly over what daddy suggests regarding this plug. heat races through his chest, down into his legs. ] Slower, huh? [ that's what taking their time means, yeah? happily content to listen and be receptive, voice a touch brighter, speaking right to daddy, focusing just on him and the device. ] I'll look for one. Show you what I find. I'm sure there's a lot of options. Might have to buy me more than one, so I can make sure you like 'em.
[ of course, at this point, focused entirely on how daddy would react to whatever he picked out, the concept very narrow, specific to being good for wash. it'll be an interesting product for him to explore, later, when he's not covered in his own cum, wishing for daddy to be there to fuck him over and over again. ]
a heated twist of anticipation, the desire to really give wash that, what he's saying he wants, brings a hum out of eddie's lips. tiny click of a sound as they press together, opening as wash goes on. ]
I am. [ only a hint of question in his tone, slipped in on purpose but mostly a product of how intoxicating it feels to hear daddy say that, that he wants to have eddie's firsts, that he expects to have them reserved for him. ] Plenty of firsts, I think. [ you hear, see, things, especially in duplicity! ] It's...really nice, when I get to do something with you for the first time, Daddy. I'll save 'em for you. [ he's in, committed to saving these things for wash, voice all thicker and heady.
he shifts in the chair, head tilting as he listens, another lazy sound of approval faintly over what daddy suggests regarding this plug. heat races through his chest, down into his legs. ] Slower, huh? [ that's what taking their time means, yeah? happily content to listen and be receptive, voice a touch brighter, speaking right to daddy, focusing just on him and the device. ] I'll look for one. Show you what I find. I'm sure there's a lot of options. Might have to buy me more than one, so I can make sure you like 'em.
[ of course, at this point, focused entirely on how daddy would react to whatever he picked out, the concept very narrow, specific to being good for wash. it'll be an interesting product for him to explore, later, when he's not covered in his own cum, wishing for daddy to be there to fuck him over and over again. ]
[ sending up the sombra sos signal, a glitch kitty logo up into the skies ]
Hey
I don't know if she's reached out to you
but sombra needs your help
[ AND WELL, he doesn't know if wash knows yet.
oof.
this. isn't really eddie's forte, but he's here to deliver a message, pretty plainly. people appreciate that, right?? ]
I don't know if you know
but it looks like South left the city
[ and. a few seconds later -- ]
I'm sorry, Wash
Hey
I don't know if she's reached out to you
but sombra needs your help
[ AND WELL, he doesn't know if wash knows yet.
oof.
this. isn't really eddie's forte, but he's here to deliver a message, pretty plainly. people appreciate that, right?? ]
I don't know if you know
but it looks like South left the city
[ and. a few seconds later -- ]
I'm sorry, Wash
[ wash is just wiling away some time at the arcade, slowly getting things in order, figuring things out. a message from eddie appears on his device and at first he's just smiling because ah, he should tell eddie about the arcade, right? who would be more delighted to know. but then he reads on, and.
the reply's delayed. a few things happen: sombra needing help immediately sends alarm bells . . . because it's coming from someone else. sombra has never hesitated to flood his device over needing anything from an emergency snack delivery to wanting him to answer some frivolous question, and she sure as hell wouldn't hesitate to contact him directly over something important. he's already getting up, starting to move, and. south.
shit. breathe. the city's lied to them before. he's already on the move, locking up and heading to his bike outside, but he's running through every check he knows how to do -- checking her id on the network, through the secure networks that sombra has connected them through directly through their interfaces -- null, nothing, deactivated and no result. he even checks for her damn body double cam, and. nothing. nothing. he his stomach sinks, and as he moves to his bike parked out back in the alley, as he can start hearing his own heart pounding in his ears, the only thing he sees is the memory of -- his own helmet, reflected back to him in the gold of south's faceplate. she's in front of him, her voice strained and mocking. what are you going to do, wash? he remembers the weight of the gun in his hands. it'd been as easy as breathing.
the engine roars to life and wash doesn't really notice the purple lightshow this time. he sends a reply; ]
I'm on my way.
Thanks for telling me, Eddie.
the reply's delayed. a few things happen: sombra needing help immediately sends alarm bells . . . because it's coming from someone else. sombra has never hesitated to flood his device over needing anything from an emergency snack delivery to wanting him to answer some frivolous question, and she sure as hell wouldn't hesitate to contact him directly over something important. he's already getting up, starting to move, and. south.
shit. breathe. the city's lied to them before. he's already on the move, locking up and heading to his bike outside, but he's running through every check he knows how to do -- checking her id on the network, through the secure networks that sombra has connected them through directly through their interfaces -- null, nothing, deactivated and no result. he even checks for her damn body double cam, and. nothing. nothing. he his stomach sinks, and as he moves to his bike parked out back in the alley, as he can start hearing his own heart pounding in his ears, the only thing he sees is the memory of -- his own helmet, reflected back to him in the gold of south's faceplate. she's in front of him, her voice strained and mocking. what are you going to do, wash? he remembers the weight of the gun in his hands. it'd been as easy as breathing.
the engine roars to life and wash doesn't really notice the purple lightshow this time. he sends a reply; ]
I'm on my way.
Thanks for telling me, Eddie.
[ definitely eddie needs to learn about the arcade, will love that this exists in his circle. for now, he's not expecting a lot out of wash, knows that this will affect him, too. knows that south is from his home, a good friend of wash's, has seen her referred to as an agent as well. can't possibly know more than the basics. it's heavy on his mind that this is affecting sombra so deeply because she's clearly in love with south, the feelings seemingly returned in spades.
even if eddie's gut instinct is that it will have a strong impact on sombra, he smoothly slides into thinking about how wash is doing, too. ]
Of course. Let me know if she needs anything.
And if you do, too. I'm here.
[ doesn't need to ask if wash is okay, how he's doing. eddie can't fully know, but wash can't be doing that great. ]
even if eddie's gut instinct is that it will have a strong impact on sombra, he smoothly slides into thinking about how wash is doing, too. ]
Of course. Let me know if she needs anything.
And if you do, too. I'm here.
[ doesn't need to ask if wash is okay, how he's doing. eddie can't fully know, but wash can't be doing that great. ]
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