[ he's pulled his jeans back up by now, idly thumbing around at the papers that he has no brain power to process any longer, stacking them into a haphazard pile and shoving them to one corner of the desk. focusing back on his device now, he starts to read, brows rising, head canting. well it makes sense, getting only what he's earned.
the start of those next sentences make him twitch in his pants. jesus, after all that and he's bouncing back already? Eddie pulls his shirt on, starts to leave the room, carefully watching but slipping out of the bar without having to explain why he's leaving. juliette's is only a few blocks away, the house selected due to its proximity to the business, so he texts her some vague thing about not feeling well and heading home.
if this conversation keeps up, he wants to be in his own bedroom, a little gun shy thinking of her or anyone else walking in on him in that office. granted, she'd probably just be entertained and help him out, but he doesn't really want that either, the space of these texts narrowing so they can be reserved for himself and this man on the other line.
he can type while he walks, though. he's toyed around with wanting to be called a good boy before, but fuck if he could imagine how much he wants it now that he's getting these figuratives, imagining what it'd feel like getting such delicious feedback. ]
Never thought I'd actually try to be an overachiever at anything in my life, but here we are.
I could do that. It'll be a lot of pictures though. I do want more pictures from you. So, should I ask nicely now or is this a 'touch upon later' reward? Because that sounds hot. I don't have a dildo at home. Would be nice being better prepared. [ or anywhere, but he's headed home so it's what he chooses to include. ]
I stay determined when I want a particular something. You really wanna see my tongue covered in all different sorts of come from a bunch of strange guys, if I'm bad at figuring you out? Maybe you might give in and come to me.
no subject
the start of those next sentences make him twitch in his pants. jesus, after all that and he's bouncing back already? Eddie pulls his shirt on, starts to leave the room, carefully watching but slipping out of the bar without having to explain why he's leaving. juliette's is only a few blocks away, the house selected due to its proximity to the business, so he texts her some vague thing about not feeling well and heading home.
if this conversation keeps up, he wants to be in his own bedroom, a little gun shy thinking of her or anyone else walking in on him in that office. granted, she'd probably just be entertained and help him out, but he doesn't really want that either, the space of these texts narrowing so they can be reserved for himself and this man on the other line.
he can type while he walks, though. he's toyed around with wanting to be called a good boy before, but fuck if he could imagine how much he wants it now that he's getting these figuratives, imagining what it'd feel like getting such delicious feedback. ]
Never thought I'd actually try to be an overachiever at anything in my life, but here we are.
I could do that. It'll be a lot of pictures though.
I do want more pictures from you.
So, should I ask nicely now or is this a 'touch upon later' reward? Because that sounds hot. I don't have a dildo at home. Would be nice being better prepared. [ or anywhere, but he's headed home so it's what he chooses to include. ]
I stay determined when I want a particular something.
You really wanna see my tongue covered in all different sorts of come from a bunch of strange guys, if I'm bad at figuring you out? Maybe you might give in and come to me.