[ wash wishes he could see him, really, but he can picture it perfectly, especially with those sounds he makes. whining, mewling, keening and wanting, the catch of breath and the shameless moan that has wash knowing that his baby is doing just as he's told, fingering himself nice and deep. he's quiet for a while, just listening, drinking in every word eddie gives him, every trembling gasp and moan, how he can hear his breathing quiver with all his breathless panting. ]

Fuck, I know you're so hungry for it. Daddy's good little cumslut.

[ he'll ease back a little, though. raw, possessive, but letting some of that gentle fondness ease back to his voice even through that rumbling growl, even though that half almost-groan he doesn't hold back, just to let eddie hear it through the device, pumping his hand languidly over his cock as he talks to him. ]

You can touch yourself if you want, baby. Make yourself feel good. Think about how Daddy's cock would feel sliding into your dripping wet hole. All stretched out and fucked out from all the cocks you've taken today, so even Daddy's thick cock would just slide right in, make you feel so full. Think about how good it'd feel to have me, after thinking about me all day.

Even in the middle of all those men ready to fuck you silly if you asked, it still comes back to me, doesn't it? Daddy's good baby.