[ his want and need for wash do start to swell in the space around eddie, now that they're literally talking, his breathing already becoming more labored. cock twitching abruptly when he hears daddy pulling his zipper down, hears his jeans opening, eyes shutting as he pictures that now familiar cock. out of reach, across miles really, but the heat of how thick he knows his daddy can be, how stiff he is before he comes inside of his baby, that all settles and strokes at eddie's mind.
then, daddy comes out even more, starts speaking, growling and making eddie whine again, breathy and pitched. there's a lot to listen to, and he progressively stirs more, cock getting harder, fingers pulling at the fabric of his boxers, making tiny needy sounds down over his erection.
eddie's bottom lip stings from how hard he's worked it through his teeth, gasping out at those last words. a thick swallow, a breath out, tongue pressing into the corner of his mouth. ]
I know, Daddy. [ breathy, difficult to find his voice again, a shaky inhale through his nose. ] Maybe he'd be jealous. If I went up to him, told him just how much thicker my Daddy is, how much...harder he makes me come, how many times he makes me come until I'm covered in it. [ a lot to react to, and well, he couldn't remember what all daddy's said, just knows how he's making him feel. ]
You already got me so hard again, Daddy. I, uh...wish you could put your fingers inside me. Feel how I'm already dripping. [ a breathy series of whines, the sound being what eddie's nearly reduced to whenever he stops speaking. it gets overwhelming, feeling how he reacts to daddy, just those words, suggestions and the notes of possessiveness he knows he's more receptive to. ] You could come fuck me, Daddy. Quick and fast. Fill me up some more, give me something to really...[ a soft, drawn out moan ] tide me over until later... can show me just what you think about what I've been up to...
[ more shifting, a creak or two of that chair he's on. ] I wanna see you, Daddy. Will you show me?
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then, daddy comes out even more, starts speaking, growling and making eddie whine again, breathy and pitched. there's a lot to listen to, and he progressively stirs more, cock getting harder, fingers pulling at the fabric of his boxers, making tiny needy sounds down over his erection.
eddie's bottom lip stings from how hard he's worked it through his teeth, gasping out at those last words. a thick swallow, a breath out, tongue pressing into the corner of his mouth. ]
I know, Daddy. [ breathy, difficult to find his voice again, a shaky inhale through his nose. ] Maybe he'd be jealous. If I went up to him, told him just how much thicker my Daddy is, how much...harder he makes me come, how many times he makes me come until I'm covered in it. [ a lot to react to, and well, he couldn't remember what all daddy's said, just knows how he's making him feel. ]
You already got me so hard again, Daddy. I, uh...wish you could put your fingers inside me. Feel how I'm already dripping. [ a breathy series of whines, the sound being what eddie's nearly reduced to whenever he stops speaking. it gets overwhelming, feeling how he reacts to daddy, just those words, suggestions and the notes of possessiveness he knows he's more receptive to. ] You could come fuck me, Daddy. Quick and fast. Fill me up some more, give me something to really...[ a soft, drawn out moan ] tide me over until later... can show me just what you think about what I've been up to...
[ more shifting, a creak or two of that chair he's on. ] I wanna see you, Daddy. Will you show me?