[ wash is happy just to laze there for a little while as he lets that comfortable weight sink down into his muscles, that pleasant distant soreness, making some low contented sound, quiet and rumbling in his chest, lazily letting his hand drift up and down over his cock a few more times as he listens to eddie ramble about how he'd like to clean daddy off. there's a bit of a longer pause before wash answers, just to settle in that feeling -- just to listen to each other's breathing, for a little while. ]

Always a hard choice for me, Eddie. Love how much of a slut you are for Daddy's cum, but how am I supposed to choose between filling your ass, coming down your throat, all over your face?

[ an amused rumble, shifting slightly. ]

You got any solutions?