[ its nice hearing eddie's voice, too, directly at him rather than just in the video, breathy, moaning, desperate. but even when eddie tries to play him up a little, he still can't help keep that neediness, that adoring almost worshipful tone from his voice, and it seeps back in before long. wash actually responds to that alone, making some quiet, pleased sound -- and well, that's more than enough to tell him what direction to take.

he can play at the aggression. just a little. just a touch, and then follow it with something a bit more soothing. and knowing just how much eddie likes daddy's cock, just how much eddie has whined over seeing him come, he makes sure eddie can hear the sound of him pulling at his zipper at the front of his jeans, the rustle of fabric that comes with it. ]

Is that so?

[ that growl easing back again, low and quiet. ]

Daddy's pretty little whore all lost without me, finding his way onto every cock in the room that might make you feel good. You want me to sweep in when you're not even done? Fucked around and hopped onto a few cocks and already finding that none of them fill you up as good as Daddy does?

Looks like you were enjoying yourself, baby. Getting bent over and fucked on stage with everyone watching. You think whoever's fucking you would like knowing that you were thinking of me? Think the crowd would be able to tell the difference, if I was fucking you on stage, that they would be able to tell how much more you were moaning and crying for me?

[ maybe laying it on a little thick, but that video certainly stirred something in him. ]

I know just what you need the most, baby.

[ :') ]