[ eddie doesn't have much time to ponder the way it feels, being in a room amid an orgy alone. the call has his brows lifting, answering immediately, back straight as his head angles in toward his phone as he brings it up to hold, to listen to daddy's voice. it's surprising, startling almost. hadn't really thought wash would call him, figured it'd all be texts and eddie being the one really worked up through the course of the orgy itself. that it wouldn't be until he'd left, was on a path home and eventually had wash come find him that he'd see just how daddy's reacting to his texting and photo spam. now though, the awareness of how alone he is (when, he sure as hell doesn't have to be), focus drawn wholly on wash so quickly, sends prickling shivers up and down his spine, makes the muscles of his abdomen twitch.

his breath holds for a second at the crisp hit of wash's voice, possessive in one swoop, air rushing out from his lips as he settles back into the chair. ] Then... [ another exhale and inhale, a soft contemplative sound. ] Maybe you should come get me. Stop me from taking even more dick. Give me what you know I want the most. [ heady and needy, more lustful and determined that he might usually be, but he's fueled by a whole lot of afterglows and sensory overload.

he hums, whining softly, toeing the ground. his tone shifts, touches of the adoring boy he so often is for daddy coming through again. can't really help it, can't commit to being too bratty when he's so needy. when he wants to be daddy's very good baby. ] You know I need you the most, Daddy. [ shifts a bit in the chair, enough time having passed between now and when he'd came last for his body to start reacting, thighs hot and need coiling in his belly even more now that he's got daddy's voice right in his ear. ]