[ it is getting a little harder to talk just because wash is letting himself lose himself in this -- more than he usually would, getting caught up in it. but god, he likes hearing eddie talk like this, likes hearing how his words start to lose sense and rhythm too, how words give way to moans and breathless groans. he can just barely hear those slick sounds of him touching his cock and fuck, it turns wash on more knowing that he's hearing how wet he is from all the cum he's already taken inside him, from his own pre.

he starts to work over himself a little harder, faster. good pace, more than enough to get himself off, and while he normally pushes himself to hold back -- he doesn't, here. instead he pushes himself forward, lets eddie hear it, too, a deeper groan, the sound of his own hand working over himself, the shift of his weight in the chair where he's seated. ]

Yeah? Well -- Daddy wants to hear you come. I want you to come all over yourself -- and let me hear it. Make yourself an even bigger mess, just for me, just for Daddy, 'cause you know Daddy makes you come harder than anyone else.

And then you can tell me. Tell me how much you need me there with you. How much you wish you were bouncing in my lap right now. And you can make Daddy come.

You're my good baby, aren't you? My sweet little cumslut, all wet and filthy for me. All these men hungry for you and they have no idea that you'll still steal away in the middle of all of this just to tell Daddy how much you miss his cock, and how you're gonna be spending all day waiting for me --

[ his voice breaks off into another low groan, a quiet shudder that rumbles through him. ]

-- Gonna come for me, baby? Are you gonna be good for me?