[ Eddie's track record for exploration has been solidly full of pros, having met kind and considerate people, even those with darker edges having has his pleasure and wishes in mind. he's only been in the city for a bit over two months, and everything's been coming up Munson. his initial pause as to if stepping into this fray with a stranger has long since vanished, his young man brain fueled by curious gut instincts.
he smiles at the jeans suiting him when he's all hard and ready to go, oblivious to the idea of making a mess in or on them. ]
we'll both have to wait to see :) hopefully whoever ends up in my mouth takes a good picture so we have evidence one way or the other
[ and not picking up on the possible twist of a breach, but his mouth will be eager for whoever ends up being part of this game too, so might be an intoxicating rush to lie through it, see where it goes, have Eddie be genuinely shocked when he finally sees that fucking face.
well he's not subtle about following instructions, is he? no teasing or defiance, not in this moment, swell of arousal consistent from heeding orders. every word of that has its intended effect, causing Eddie to breath harder, hips jerking up into his hand that's too slow as he reads, brain and body at odds, his choice to deprive himself of more drawing a whine.
of course he's being good. holy fuck, he's really listening to this guy. a formless, voiceless mass, just someone who strings words and ideas, promises, together to get him stiff. ]
ok
[ it's harder to type, but it's also more difficult to form a ton of words to think of to even type. he has to fumble around to find something to prop the phone where he wants it to be, another hands-off photo with a timer set, a couple of photos sent that are taken clearly in succession. it's of more of him, head and shoulders, middle of his body as he's sitting in the chair, one hand splayed just beside the base of his dick, fingers brushed up against it, the other stroking slowly. and there's Eddie's head, looking down at what he's doing, dark eyes cast down so his thick lashes are on display, tousled curls sweeping downward, plain dark t-shirt pulled up to his armpits.
it takes him several more seconds to regather his phone, almost mesmerized by his own cock, but then he's typing effortfully with one hand again. ]
no subject
he smiles at the jeans suiting him when he's all hard and ready to go, oblivious to the idea of making a mess in or on them. ]
we'll both have to wait to see :)
hopefully whoever ends up in my mouth takes a good picture so we have evidence one way or the other
[ and not picking up on the possible twist of a breach, but his mouth will be eager for whoever ends up being part of this game too, so might be an intoxicating rush to lie through it, see where it goes, have Eddie be genuinely shocked when he finally sees that fucking face.
well he's not subtle about following instructions, is he? no teasing or defiance, not in this moment, swell of arousal consistent from heeding orders. every word of that has its intended effect, causing Eddie to breath harder, hips jerking up into his hand that's too slow as he reads, brain and body at odds, his choice to deprive himself of more drawing a whine.
of course he's being good. holy fuck, he's really listening to this guy. a formless, voiceless mass, just someone who strings words and ideas, promises, together to get him stiff. ]
ok
[ it's harder to type, but it's also more difficult to form a ton of words to think of to even type. he has to fumble around to find something to prop the phone where he wants it to be, another hands-off photo with a timer set, a couple of photos sent that are taken clearly in succession. it's of more of him, head and shoulders, middle of his body as he's sitting in the chair, one hand splayed just beside the base of his dick, fingers brushed up against it, the other stroking slowly. and there's Eddie's head, looking down at what he's doing, dark eyes cast down so his thick lashes are on display, tousled curls sweeping downward, plain dark t-shirt pulled up to his armpits.
it takes him several more seconds to regather his phone, almost mesmerized by his own cock, but then he's typing effortfully with one hand again. ]
pretty please, I'd like that reward
sir