Oh hey, yeah you were there for that huh? Memories made for sure
Luckily we play a lot of days each week, so you could stop by any night and I'm probably playing. Not sure Juliette would want people fucking on the stage under normal circumstances, so after might be for the best. Kind of sounds like you're dampening the original idea though, gotta say.
But I guess bouncing on your cock sounds fun too :)
[ maybe it's unwise to make these sorts of connections so brashly, but Eddie hasn't encountered any bad people, only events, so he's rolling right along with this. anticipation is already building in his stomach, the timeline for when this may happen meant to be unknown until it's occurring.
he works his lips through his teeth, considering. ]
Maybe not at first. You could just have me, not let me see your face. Maybe. If you're into that.
[ definitely unwise, but wash isn't here to police responsibility -- not his role right now. maybe a different time. eddie (or the network) has chosen wisely enough this time, at least. wash generally won't press too far . . . unless he knows that's what is wanted. ]
I would be.
Maybe, huh?
[ what goes unsaid: is this a little new to you? that's fine. lets keep testing. ]
Maybe I'll come up behind you backstage. Maybe you won't know what hits you until you're already face-first against the wall. Maybe you can feel my hand in your hair and try to guess who I was in the crowd, and that will all leave your mind when you feel my cock against your ass.
[ what is responsibility?! psh, he shows up for his two jobs and to hang-outs with friends. that's all Eddie expects of himself! his head tilts in interest at that admission of interest, chuckling softly at the 'maybe, huh?' he said what he said! ]
Sounds like maybe you have it mapped out and like you have this mystical sight into how I might be thinking, too. I do like making sure I meet everyone in the crowd's eyes at least once, make them feel all warm and fuzzy for coming to watch the show.
So maybe you're gonna fuck me right there, backstage, where anyone can just wander in? Ballsy
[ the maybes are a convenient enough device for him to keep liiiightly just barely pushing and seeing what kind of person the network has dropped into his lap. ]
Maybe you won't even see me before I'm right behind you with my hand over your mouth and dragging you into a side room.
Maybe I could let you try and keep quiet, instead. Duck behind a curtain, fuck you nice and hard and see how long it takes before you're moaning loud enough for everyone to hear just how good you're getting it.
[ well fuck, Eddie's just getting harder from this, and he doesn't even know the guy's name. it's kind of unfair really, but if it's part of what's making this so hot, then he tells himself he can wait for a name. ]
Jesus man [ it's sent off before he hit backspace; whatever, he's not actively trying to hide how this is turning him on. ]
While both of those sound like stellar options, I should probably let you know I can be loud, and I don't really give a fuck who sees us. So you'd have to do something about keeping me quiet, if you fucked me behind one of those curtains. It's only so dark and out of the way back there, after all.
[ an enthusiastic one who'd like being dragged off by a stranger, apparently. wash can work with that. ]
Then I'll make sure at least one person sees me pull you off, but make sure everyone hears you.
What about after, Eddie? Maybe I could just leave you there. Maybe if you begged me sweetly enough I'll keep coming back every few nights. Let you figure out who I am in your crowds. Give you a nice reward when you get it right.
[ despite being from the year 2550++ everyone he knows sure makes a lot of 80s-90s-2000s references, and so guess who is somehow entirely something he knows about. ]
I don't give in.
[ :') you found yourself a hard dom, eddie. ]
Your reward doesn't need to be a secret, we can keep you properly motivated. What gets you going, Eddie? Apparently you don't mind letting strange men fuck you. I can take you home, use you all night. Tie you up and feed you my cock.
[ this 1986 boy is gonna keep 'em coming, okay? it's one of his go-to moves, just wait for the moment he storms in with Tolkien references and d&d shit ]
Don't you? You haven't even heard me beg yet. I know how pretty my voice is.
[ definitely the right thing to say to a hard dom, but Eddie can't help himself. ]
well you'd be the first for that, but it sounds hot. so, why not? I mean, marathon sex has proven to be a go to, using me how you want, telling me if I'm being good. I like talking a lot, especially when it's dirty. Haven't been tied up before, but I've thought about that too.
[ join the d&d club that Eddie is foretold to form eventually, Wash. it's destiny! ]
Whatever would I do then?
Who knew I'd win a jackpot like this. Okay. I want you to call me a good boy or bad boy, respectively, you're the judge and jury on that Handcuffs. or whatever, I guess you ever choke someone when you're fucking them?
[ welcome to the midst of Eddie's whirlwind of discovering kinks he's into or might be into. it's a hell of a ride. ]
[ wild enthusiasm and earnestness that he honestly finds very endearing. he's entertained enough to let eddie lead the way a bit here, albeit with a controlling hand -- its not like how turned on he was earlier in this conversation was subtle, and wash is sure letting his imagination run a little wild will only help. ]
I have. [ that's understating it: choking is a favourite. ] Whatever's not enough. Be more specific.
[ Eddie hasn't done subtle a day in his life, no inherent ability to start now. there's a soft pang in his chest at what he reads as a commanding request, intrigue growing. ]
okay. well I'd like you try that with me shit man, I've never been tied up before. That. Whatever's good to use for that, for my hands
but lucky you, eddie, if you're interested in choking and being tied up: breathplay is a favourite and he's an experienced and capable shibari rigger. he can show you the world. ]
We'll start with your hands, then.
[ he'll let your imagination decide what that means. ]
[ he ain't gonna make it easy for you, buddy. he will in fact literally turn up for a a day or two just to watch without acting at all just to make it even more inconspicuous. he has enough time on his hands for it. ]
I want you waiting for it every show. Play your entire set wondering if there's anyone in that crowd planning to force you against a wall backstage the first chance they get. Look at every man there and wonder if they'd be the type to tie you up an put a hand over your mouth and make you beg to be fucked. Force you consider everyone you see and wonder if they'd make you call them Sir or Daddy with their hand around your throat, just to hear you choke on it.
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[ Eddie fires on sincerity always, slipping between his cockier and playful side when lust really piles on and his straightforwardness, so having what he thinks is a solid suggestion be slammed down instantly? it takes him aback, but then this guy keeps on going, and fuck if he doesn't think for a third or fourth time that this person who's face he hasn't even seen is gonna get him off all over fucking texts.
there's really no compliant about that either, just a heavy observation. definitely going to end up jerking off to this at some point, nbd. ]
Guess I have a fuckton of distraction coming up for me. What if I go around talking to everyone at break, between sets? Might be able to figure you out.
[ of course it's nice of him to do, essential in a world of gigging and local shows to keep people really wanting to come back, and Eddie does whatever he can to help Jolene's succeed.
he's about to reply with something when that question comes in, then there's a request that feels a lot more like a command given the nature of what they've already talked about.
he takes a picture from above, dark t-shirt showing, legs slightly spread, jeans still fastened and zipped up, outline of his erection tenting predominantly through black denim. pretty fucking turned on are words that float through his mind but don't make it to text. ]
Like that?
[ or, should be be showing more? he thinks about sending another photo, but he waits to see what kind of reply he'll get from just this. ]
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Luckily we play a lot of days each week, so you could stop by any night and I'm probably playing. Not sure Juliette would want people fucking on the stage under normal circumstances, so after might be for the best. Kind of sounds like you're dampening the original idea though, gotta say.
But I guess bouncing on your cock sounds fun too :)
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[ he's not opposed at all. pushing slightly, here and there. trying to see how eddie responds. ]
Maybe after one of your shows over the next few days, you'll find a stranger from your crowd that evening backing you into a wall backstage.
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You better not be all talk. Might break my heart a little if that doesn't happen.
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[ a moment or two later, after some consideration. testing the waters, though he's perfectly ready to paint a more detailed picture, too. ]
Would you want to know it was me?
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[ maybe it's unwise to make these sorts of connections so brashly, but Eddie hasn't encountered any bad people, only events, so he's rolling right along with this. anticipation is already building in his stomach, the timeline for when this may happen meant to be unknown until it's occurring.
he works his lips through his teeth, considering. ]
Maybe not at first. You could just have me, not let me see your face. Maybe. If you're into that.
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I would be.
Maybe, huh?
[ what goes unsaid: is this a little new to you? that's fine. lets keep testing. ]
Maybe I'll come up behind you backstage. Maybe you won't know what hits you until you're already face-first against the wall. Maybe you can feel my hand in your hair and try to guess who I was in the crowd, and that will all leave your mind when you feel my cock against your ass.
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Sounds like maybe you have it mapped out and like you have this mystical sight into how I might be thinking, too. I do like making sure I meet everyone in the crowd's eyes at least once, make them feel all warm and fuzzy for coming to watch the show.
So maybe you're gonna fuck me right there, backstage, where anyone can just wander in? Ballsy
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Maybe you won't even see me before I'm right behind you with my hand over your mouth and dragging you into a side room.
Maybe I could let you try and keep quiet, instead. Duck behind a curtain, fuck you nice and hard and see how long it takes before you're moaning loud enough for everyone to hear just how good you're getting it.
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Jesus man [ it's sent off before he hit backspace; whatever, he's not actively trying to hide how this is turning him on. ]
While both of those sound like stellar options, I should probably let you know I can be loud, and I don't really give a fuck who sees us. So you'd have to do something about keeping me quiet, if you fucked me behind one of those curtains. It's only so dark and out of the way back there, after all.
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Then I'll make sure at least one person sees me pull you off, but make sure everyone hears you.
What about after, Eddie? Maybe I could just leave you there. Maybe if you begged me sweetly enough I'll keep coming back every few nights. Let you figure out who I am in your crowds. Give you a nice reward when you get it right.
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Everyone huh? You must be pretty damn good to boast that in advance
Just dine and dash? Long as you make me come first
You want me to beg for that? Think I'd like being part of your depraved game of guess who?
well luckily turns out that I would like that.
You're not gonna give any hints about what kind of reward that'd be though, will you?
Maybe you won't be able to keep your name a secret from me. I might beg to know it and you could give in.
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I don't give in.
[ :') you found yourself a hard dom, eddie. ]
Your reward doesn't need to be a secret, we can keep you properly motivated. What gets you going, Eddie? Apparently you don't mind letting strange men fuck you. I can take you home, use you all night. Tie you up and feed you my cock.
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Don't you? You haven't even heard me beg yet. I know how pretty my voice is.
[ definitely the right thing to say to a hard dom, but Eddie can't help himself. ]
well you'd be the first for that, but it sounds hot. so, why not? I mean, marathon sex has proven to be a go to, using me how you want, telling me if I'm being good. I like talking a lot, especially when it's dirty. Haven't been tied up before, but I've thought about that too.
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Careful. Beg too pretty, and maybe I'll keep you.
[ :') ]
Dealer's choice then, Eddie. Give me a few things you want me to do to you for your reward. You earn it, and I'll surprise you with a few more.
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Whatever would I do then?
Who knew I'd win a jackpot like this.
Okay.
I want you to call me a good boy or bad boy, respectively, you're the judge and jury on that
Handcuffs. or whatever, I guess
you ever choke someone when you're fucking them?
[ welcome to the midst of Eddie's whirlwind of discovering kinks he's into or might be into. it's a hell of a ride. ]
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I have. [ that's understating it: choking is a favourite. ] Whatever's not enough. Be more specific.
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okay. well I'd like you try that with me
shit man, I've never been tied up before. That. Whatever's good to use for that, for my hands
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[ :') ]
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Don't know how to say it any other way than I haven't done this, so learning as I go
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but lucky you, eddie, if you're interested in choking and being tied up: breathplay is a favourite and he's an experienced and capable shibari rigger. he can show you the world. ]
We'll start with your hands, then.
[ he'll let your imagination decide what that means. ]
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show him shining shimmering splendid acts in bed, he's eager for every bit of what he's said and more.
his imagination is indeed already racing. ]
Have to start somewhere.
Okay.
So do I get to know what day you're gonna come by? Friday Saturday draws the biggest crowds.
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[ he ain't gonna make it easy for you, buddy. he will in fact literally turn up for a a day or two just to watch without acting at all just to make it even more inconspicuous. he has enough time on his hands for it. ]
I want you waiting for it every show. Play your entire set wondering if there's anyone in that crowd planning to force you against a wall backstage the first chance they get. Look at every man there and wonder if they'd be the type to tie you up an put a hand over your mouth and make you beg to be fucked. Force you consider everyone you see and wonder if they'd make you call them Sir or Daddy with their hand around your throat, just to hear you choke on it.
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there's really no compliant about that either, just a heavy observation. definitely going to end up jerking off to this at some point, nbd. ]
Guess I have a fuckton of distraction coming up for me.
What if I go around talking to everyone at break, between sets?
Might be able to figure you out.
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[ but that does give him an idea. and he is about to just say it, but instead, after a few moments of consideration: ]
How turned on are you just talking to me about this, Eddie?
Show me.
[ it isn't a suggestion. ]
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he's about to reply with something when that question comes in, then there's a request that feels a lot more like a command given the nature of what they've already talked about.
he takes a picture from above, dark t-shirt showing, legs slightly spread, jeans still fastened and zipped up, outline of his erection tenting predominantly through black denim. pretty fucking turned on are words that float through his mind but don't make it to text. ]
Like that?
[ or, should be be showing more? he thinks about sending another photo, but he waits to see what kind of reply he'll get from just this. ]
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