[ he could chuck this excess of obedience out the window if he wanted to. it's not like there's surveillance on his every move (right? maybe from the city but alas), and he could get away with anything he wanted to. lie about being good, see what it'd get him. eddie's not the lying sort, and a terrible liar when he feels the need to do so. his eagerness to obey orders has to be completely apparent. if his tendency to reply organically in fits of frustration and pleasure shifted to something else, well, that'd be noticeable. mostly though, eddie's rolling with this, knows it's making him hard when he listens, when he's good.
naturally he goes to the door, device in hand, blinking down at the nondescript packaging, lifting it and snapping a photo update once the door closes behind him. just him with the box, giving a smile and a thumbs up. see how well he totally pays attention to commands? this is the kind of update you wanted, right?
he walks to the kitchen to find scissors to rip open the box, pausing and eyes going wide at the flamboyant boxes. palms flip the top closed, and he pads off to his bedroom. that's the only door he actually locks because hi hello this is your resident curious boy calling to leave a message about not fucking coming in.
he dumps the boxes out onto his bed, kneeling on the floor, opening them and ripping them out of the confines of their packacking, eyeing them carefully. ]
Hey. Thanks. [ seems important to send.
so help him, he's glad to be alone as he's examining these dildos, poking the larger one with his forefinger. ]
Didn't have to wait long, huh? This is what I was waiting for, right?
[ right?? the next steps are obvious, aren't they? why is he checking in on this instead of just...moving forward in a natural progression? ]
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naturally he goes to the door, device in hand, blinking down at the nondescript packaging, lifting it and snapping a photo update once the door closes behind him. just him with the box, giving a smile and a thumbs up. see how well he totally pays attention to commands? this is the kind of update you wanted, right?
he walks to the kitchen to find scissors to rip open the box, pausing and eyes going wide at the flamboyant boxes. palms flip the top closed, and he pads off to his bedroom. that's the only door he actually locks because hi hello this is your resident curious boy calling to leave a message about not fucking coming in.
he dumps the boxes out onto his bed, kneeling on the floor, opening them and ripping them out of the confines of their packacking, eyeing them carefully. ]
Hey. Thanks. [ seems important to send.
so help him, he's glad to be alone as he's examining these dildos, poking the larger one with his forefinger. ]
Didn't have to wait long, huh?
This is what I was waiting for, right?
[ right?? the next steps are obvious, aren't they? why is he checking in on this instead of just...moving forward in a natural progression? ]