[ Eddie doesn't have the foresight about any of what they've talked about, dildo included, to contemplate how very much he'll think of this guy any time he's doing any number of things.
he's getting hard again as he walks, thinking about this man giving someone else permission to use any part of his body, to disallow him from doing whatever he usually might. he's not incredibly experienced sure, but there's tended to be a no holds barred take, with no one really thinking or asking (or Eddie conjuring up ideas, so much for how creative he is in other areas) for anything beyond blowjobs, handjobs, your run of the mill fucking in his (or their, but all but maybe one occasion where he's topped has been while aphro'd) ass.
he sighs loudly now that there's open air, eyes glancing to the sky because what is happening to him? who slips into wanting to refer to someone as something like sir with the ease of a misfired text? him, apparently, and hell if he's not captivated and loving every second of it. meanwhile literally nothing has happened between them other than words, and Eddie does take a moment to consider that as he's walking. but again, the promise of it. ]
Okay. I can do that. [ he can, thinks he can, the brief text a small slip of his streak of attitude as he's actually fantasizing about the scene that's described. letting a stranger fuck his mouth, cock restricted in his jeans, no hands allowed, and sending a photo off to wait in that dirty bathroom to see when he's allowed to do anything more to himself.
now that he's out on the street, he's actually thinking about where this guy lives, too. funny when you haven't seen someone's face and you're just, thinking about finding them out in a large city full of people. ]
Please, sir, will you give me one? Find me a dildo that's like your cock so I can have at least that? Please?
[ there's a little storm in his stomach from using sir without it appearing anywhere in those last set of texts, the name melding more into his perception of this guy. he swallows to himself, feeling like he's begging for it basically, but he angled for very nice. ]
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he's getting hard again as he walks, thinking about this man giving someone else permission to use any part of his body, to disallow him from doing whatever he usually might. he's not incredibly experienced sure, but there's tended to be a no holds barred take, with no one really thinking or asking (or Eddie conjuring up ideas, so much for how creative he is in other areas) for anything beyond blowjobs, handjobs, your run of the mill fucking in his (or their, but all but maybe one occasion where he's topped has been while aphro'd) ass.
he sighs loudly now that there's open air, eyes glancing to the sky because what is happening to him? who slips into wanting to refer to someone as something like sir with the ease of a misfired text? him, apparently, and hell if he's not captivated and loving every second of it. meanwhile literally nothing has happened between them other than words, and Eddie does take a moment to consider that as he's walking. but again, the promise of it. ]
Okay. I can do that. [ he can, thinks he can, the brief text a small slip of his streak of attitude as he's actually fantasizing about the scene that's described. letting a stranger fuck his mouth, cock restricted in his jeans, no hands allowed, and sending a photo off to wait in that dirty bathroom to see when he's allowed to do anything more to himself.
now that he's out on the street, he's actually thinking about where this guy lives, too. funny when you haven't seen someone's face and you're just, thinking about finding them out in a large city full of people. ]
Please, sir, will you give me one? Find me a dildo that's like your cock so I can have at least that? Please?
[ there's a little storm in his stomach from using sir without it appearing anywhere in those last set of texts, the name melding more into his perception of this guy. he swallows to himself, feeling like he's begging for it basically, but he angled for very nice. ]