[ he smiles, crooked and too smug, as he slips into his house, settling in the kitchen, sitting down on a chair, confident its just him alone for the moment. as if he's skilled in sizing up if someone is actually also home: he falls back on recalling his two housemates usual schedules. easy peasy, lemon squeezy. flawless system of security.
shit. he's flinching a little, cock sensitive and brushing against his boxers as it twitches from that first open-ended question. he considers, head tilting, answer all but already definitively a solid yes.
his muscles tense, body rolling, legs shifting in place, breath heavier when he's left so exposed. there's more than one way of playing this, so he lets a couple of minutes pass. naturally he rereads the texts, the ideas giving life to a side of himself he wants to let stampede right on out.
he types, slowly, though due to deliberating and stuck in overthinking his words. one of the rare moments he can ever be accused of dwelling, a time where he's driven by what his cock wants. ]
I can provide those. And yeah, exactly what I was thinking, too. [ no, he hadn't considered getting more gifts until it'd been suggested, but he's eager, okay? ]
[ and another couple of minutes. ] Sounds like you're gonna order me to wait, especially if I sent you a picture of what I look like right now. Is it so bad? Being greedy? You liked it when I showed my come, didn't you?
[ tick tock on whenever that courier service will show up. not that he's expecting anything so soon. maybe it'll happen between their next exchange of texts, though hopefully it's before eddie decides to go to his room and undress. maybe get in the shower or something. ]
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shit. he's flinching a little, cock sensitive and brushing against his boxers as it twitches from that first open-ended question. he considers, head tilting, answer all but already definitively a solid yes.
his muscles tense, body rolling, legs shifting in place, breath heavier when he's left so exposed. there's more than one way of playing this, so he lets a couple of minutes pass. naturally he rereads the texts, the ideas giving life to a side of himself he wants to let stampede right on out.
he types, slowly, though due to deliberating and stuck in overthinking his words. one of the rare moments he can ever be accused of dwelling, a time where he's driven by what his cock wants. ]
I can provide those. And yeah, exactly what I was thinking, too. [ no, he hadn't considered getting more gifts until it'd been suggested, but he's eager, okay? ]
[ and another couple of minutes. ] Sounds like you're gonna order me to wait, especially if I sent you a picture of what I look like right now. Is it so bad? Being greedy? You liked it when I showed my come, didn't you?
[ tick tock on whenever that courier service will show up. not that he's expecting anything so soon. maybe it'll happen between their next exchange of texts, though hopefully it's before eddie decides to go to his room and undress. maybe get in the shower or something. ]