[ the rumble causes eddie's stomach to tense, squeeze in, barely audible inhale of anticipation at hearing it from daddy. nothing new, but he relishes in it every time he gets to hear that, remembers how it feels right up against his ear.

he hums softly at that statement, questioning note tacked on for emphasis, his head tilting as daddy goes on. eddie breathes out, a small sound of plain agreement that, yeah, he's going to go around doing just that. his lips quirk at the idea of leaving when he's ready (of course he will), a swallow and hum at the reasonings he may use for why he'd leave.

then, a quiet reflexive gasp that turns into another hum at wash taking eddie at the end of it all, no matter what. there's already an understanding between them, he's talked to daddy about this, and that idea, well -- ]

Won't be able to stop thinking about that, Daddy. [ instinctive to say, throaty and thick again. ] You reminding me that I'm yours, after such a long night of getting stretched open, again and again. [ he shifts in his chair a bit, humming lightly. ] I'll keep you updated, then. Let you know when I've gotten my fill. [ eddie bites his lip, pausing with a 'hmm.' ] If anyone's cock feels as good, as thick, as yours. [ just constantly obsessed with daddy. ] Guess we'll have to see if I'm too tired for you at the end of my night.

[ a gentle little push. probably not surprising, not when eddie responds to everything wash says with earnest enthusiasm. ]

Already thinking about how you'll be looking at me once you see me after how greedy I've been, just, all night.

[ eddie hums, clicks his tongue and sighs. ] See you soon, Daddy.

[ so help him though, you're gonna have to hang up, daddy. send your good boy, your baby, off and back to this very fun orgy. ]