[ the delay is an eternity that causes Eddie to shift in place, desperate for friction, hard through those moments that feel thick with intent. he's antsy, feet shifting in place as he stares uselessly at his phone for a reply.
when it comes, his toes curl in, cock twitching and flooding with a whole new batch of demand as he gets the green light to finally touch himself. his lip gets a hard bite, features creasing at the idea of going slow, but he obeys that too, staring at the head of his cock to catch wetness there, dragging his palm along it in a squeeze and moan of relief before he grips his shaft. steady and slow, focus somehow honed in and hard on reading rather than going to town.
the directions are pretty damn thorough, detailed and driving his hand a bit quicker, licking his lips as the imagery splashes up in mind. he always could picture any fantasy, sexual or otherwise, pretty well. he's too heady to consider if that's a blessing or a curse in this moment, palming over the tip of his dick again as he does his best to type one-handed.
the command is hot, this guy's tone clearly building on itself, swinging and hitting further intrigue in Eddie. ]
crystal clear, each detail. fuck if I could do subtle anyway
so you're gonna watch to see if that I'm doing it? going off to a dark corner or the bathroom with guys who get all worked up and take me up on delivering that kind of apology?
should I keep my jeans on until you tell me to take em off, too?
[ he's contemplating if he should be more descriptive about how he's feeling in the moment too, how close he'd be to coming if he could just stroke harder, but he leaves the texts there, clutching onto the phone with one hand in anticipation of another reply. ]
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when it comes, his toes curl in, cock twitching and flooding with a whole new batch of demand as he gets the green light to finally touch himself. his lip gets a hard bite, features creasing at the idea of going slow, but he obeys that too, staring at the head of his cock to catch wetness there, dragging his palm along it in a squeeze and moan of relief before he grips his shaft. steady and slow, focus somehow honed in and hard on reading rather than going to town.
the directions are pretty damn thorough, detailed and driving his hand a bit quicker, licking his lips as the imagery splashes up in mind. he always could picture any fantasy, sexual or otherwise, pretty well. he's too heady to consider if that's a blessing or a curse in this moment, palming over the tip of his dick again as he does his best to type one-handed.
the command is hot, this guy's tone clearly building on itself, swinging and hitting further intrigue in Eddie. ]
crystal clear, each detail. fuck if I could do subtle anyway
so you're gonna watch to see if that I'm doing it? going off to a dark corner or the bathroom with guys who get all worked up and take me up on delivering that kind of apology?
should I keep my jeans on until you tell me to take em off, too?
[ he's contemplating if he should be more descriptive about how he's feeling in the moment too, how close he'd be to coming if he could just stroke harder, but he leaves the texts there, clutching onto the phone with one hand in anticipation of another reply. ]