[ 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. ]
[ wash would agree with the terminology pretty fucking turned on. from where he is just idling in his apartment, he examines that picture in quiet appreciation -- noting his build, his manner of dress. scanning through his crystal-clear memories of jolene's, other times he may have passed by or of that one night ( because wouldn't it be a hell of a thing if this eddie was someone he's already fucked ). nothing immediately comes to mind, the build looks right maybe for some people he saw from afar. ]
You're not here to tease. Show me all of it.
No touching yourself until I let you.
[ hope you're good at typing one-handed, eddie, it's about to come in handy. ]
[ Eddie's in one of the back rooms at Jolene's, which would be his primary excuse for not just yanking his jeans off and jacking off to this whole exchange. he's found that a bit of denying himself immediate contact, more friction, has been a turn-on too, so that's really probably most of it. he has all the privacy he needs, back there doing tasks that are not pressing.
he exhales at that, the ordering tone from a voice he hasn't heard now coming more brilliantly clear, without sound but the punch behind those words sure is loud. the second text sends his head spinning for a second, what a concept. never had anyone order him around quite like this before.
he sets his phone down to unfasten his jeans, standing up to let them drop further down before sitting back in an leather office chair, taking another photo from the same angle, leaning back a bit, pulling his shirt up, so his shaft is on display. it shouldn't be so difficult already to not touch himself, to not grab onto his dick like he's showing it off, but his hand not holding the phone is in the frame, resting on top of his leg. he's stiff, average enough in size, wisps of dark hair over his groin. ]
So you wanna see me touch myself huh?
[ sometimes it's better to say nothing at all, Eddie. ]
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the instruction is clear, a command, but of course there's no real way to enforce it. wash isn't there, isn't his dominant, has no way of knowing if eddie cheats and touches himself outside of those pictures and no way of really doing anything about it if eddie took a picture of him jerking off in clear defiance. it's a quiet test, not necessarily one to pass or fail but one to let wash continue to get a better sense of who he's dealing with, and when the photo comes back featuring a cock rock hard and on display, he knows that eddie is listening to him anyway. ]
Good boy.
[ he studies him for a moment, lets that message linger for a few seconds before he follows it up. ]
Not until I tell you to. Lets just have a chat.
[ yes, he's just going to keep talking to you. and you aren't going to touch yourself at all the whole time. ]
What're you going to do when you go looking for me? What kind of guy do you think you're looking for, when you ask around and try to find out which of your new fans might be the right guy to bend you over their lap and make you beg for it?
[ Eddie knows he could cheat, lie, that any brush of his fingers or quick strokes for some relief couldn’t possibly be known to this man. he’s a sucker for engrossing in a fantasy though, so he’s obeying that command, letting the way it’s making his cock throb just wash over him.
there is a near miss when he’s called a good boy, a curse aloud, wanting so very much to start jerking off hard, the praise shooting sparks to his dick.
chat huh? well fuck, the direction this ‘chat’ goes is no surprise, and his hips give a little roll in place, aching but not touching. not yet. ]
I’ll look at all the faces there, see how quick different pairs of eyes wanna lock onto mine. It’d be too obvious if you were eager to look at me though, so I’d go up to who looked interested but aloof, whoever I thought you were, ask you flat out if you were there looking to fuck. See what people say. It’s Duplicity though, everyone’s always looking for some tail.
Someone with a confidence just oozing from them. Hot. Taller than me probably. Maybe has a bourbon neat or something like that.
Or maybe it would be more evident than I’m thinking, maybe whoever you are wouldn’t be able to not look at my crotch when it’s obvious I’m getting hard on stage and I could see that when I’m looking around.
[ speaking of hard: he’s making it more difficult on himself, pre-cum teasing the head of his dick, and he stares down at himself through languidly blinking eyes. ]
[ eddie's nice and descriptive and detailed, and he hums with quiet amusement as he paints a picture of who he expects him to be. he's turned on, too, his cock hard in his jeans, but he's not compelled to do anything about it yet, content to read eddie's incoming messages knowing just how much he must be straining to touch himself. ]
Interesting plan.
[ he will neither confirm nor deny. ]
Are you just gonna ask if they want to fuck? Seems like you might get some false positives. You probably have to be a little more specific to figure out if it's me.
Take another picture, and tell me what you want to call me.
[ you a sir or a daddy or a master type, or none of the above? ]
[ of course though, not a single iota of detail revealed to glean more from. ]
Sure, not wrong about that.
Could you keep straight if I asked right to your face if you were planning on fucking me against a wall before the end of the night? Cause I could just try that.
[ turns out it turns him on even more to be asked for more pictures, to get to take and send them. he holds the camera out in front of himself this time, direct facing shot of his dick, legs spread a bit more to get his balls in view. there’s a small patch of slick wetness on this stomach from how aroused he’s gotten, body hair twisting and sticky in the splotch.
is he usually this obedient? not unless there’s a dominant man interested in fucking him, and it’s clear from how hard he is that he’s aching.
names like those, he hasn’t used them before, though he’s in the midst of a daddy kink awakening with someone else in town. so, he opts for the other choice he’s read in these texts, usual creativity a touch muted with his horniness. ]
I’d try out sir Not really one for exactly following or respecting authority though… You think it would work out, that being the case?
[ it's not that often he gets to be a part of someone really figuring out all of this for themselves for the first time, and there's something nice about that. nice to help, but also nice to leave a bit of a mark on someone that they'll remember, a raw, possessive thrill -- eddie mentions trying out sir, and he'll only be supportive of that experimentation. ]
We'll try it out. You let me know if you want to try something different.
You are being a good boy for me so far. Cock getting wet just from our little chat?
[ following authority doesn't seem to be a problem when it's a strange man over the network telling him not to touch himself and to send him pictures. wash looks over the photo in quiet appreciation, starting to thumb idly at the front of his own jeans.
he doesn't comment on whether or not he could keep straight ( he could, an unnervingly good liar whenever he puts his mind to it ). ]
So you find your man who you think looks and feels the bill and you're gonna go right up to him and ask were you planning on fucking me against the wall tonight, Sir? And what happens if they aren't me but they're feeling a little opportunistic, Eddie? I'm not gonna be the only one who takes an interest in fucking the cute boy with the guitar.
[ ‘sir’ has usually been reserved for men who demand it as leverage. teachers, shitty fathers, people with fragile egos. Eddie would never use the formality of his own accord. it’s not customary in Indiana as in the south, his 1966 birth year and 1986 current timeline having some remnants of the past where that respect had been demanded.
he knows his usage of the term isn’t the same, can feel it in his bloodstream making him throb. still, they’ll see. he likes to communicate as best he knows how, willing to share what’s on his mind as it pops up.
he’s confident that he doesn’t follow authority well, that at the front of his mind even if he’s contradicting it.
fuck this guy really is making this difficult, the whole not touching himself. especially when he’s alone, wants to just strip his clothes the rest of the way off and pump his cock to completion. ]
Yeah. Doing my best, but it’s getting hard to keep my hands from doing what they should be doing.
[ who knows what he expects to get from that. permission? probably. ]
I mean, a hookup sounds like the easiest answer to that. More fucking?
Or do you wanna be the only one to fuck me throughout this little game?
[ there we go. wash would clearly never be so presumptive to suggest being so blatantly possessive over someone he hasn't really met, whom he doesn't even know has any interest in that kind of thing yet . . . but if they bring it up themselves, whether or not they're gently prompted into it. who is he to say no. ]
What if I do want that?
[ just a simple question, echoed back, because he will make eddie say it. that he wants that, too. ]
You're doing good, Eddie. Hang on a little longer for me. Take another one, too. Show me how good you're doing.
[ he might personally be switching a little between harder demands and more gentle encouragement. it's a little to get the sense of how eddie responds to both, though that's limited when he can't actually see him, but also mostly because while he does want to push him ( wash always wants to push people ) eddie so far registers as someone who needs and wants a guiding hand as much as a controlling one. wash can provide that.
but it sure isn't permission to touch himself yet. ]
Guess I'd have to keep my questioning a little more subtle then, if I was willing to wait for just you. Which I am, in this case. Would probably make me want it even more from you.
[ seems like a big ask, but he's following how his dick reacts to any new or specific idea.
there are little groans, maybe a whine when his balls start feeling tighter, a slide of his back down the chair as if this is exhausting, as if he couldn't just stroke himself whenever he pleases.
he's praised for doing good, though, and shit if that doesn't keep him maintaining composure to resist, to stay determined for this incredibly kinky, sexy stranger. ]
Ok, since you're asking so nicely.
[ shooting pictures off when requested sure must be an indication that he'd do it no matter how he's asked, but the softness in that text is thrilling too. he'd said he wanted to be called good, after all, and really, he's finding that he wants more of that.
planning isn't his forte, but details when he cares about something are, so he considers what angle to take another photo from. he props the camera up on a desk, standing sideways, shirt pulled up, a profile shot of his cock and ass, and it really does take everything in his power not to grab onto himself as the timer snaps the photo for him. the background is just a regular office room: clearly someone's not doing their work, thank goodness none of it's time sensitive. he sends it off, settling back into the chair. ]
Am I still being good enough? Sir?
[ if the heat spreading out into his thighs, the tight way his cock twitches, are any indication, saying that title's probably gonna work out. ]
[ starting to get a little more creative with his photos now. wash appreciates it, takes a few moments to look at the photo -- and the environment he's in, clearly supposed to be doing work. so much for that. he studies him for a few moments, idly popping open the front of his jeans, easing his fingers in to let his fingers graze over his cock as he eyes eddie's profile, following the curve of his ass.
again he lets that linger for a while, giving eddie a bit of silence before he taps out a reply. ]
Such a good boy for me.
You can touch yourself now. Nice and slow. As if I'm right there watching you, so put on a show, and listen to me carefully.
[ he could ask for video, or a live feed, but he's not going to. he's also not going to specify that he wants eddie to ask him before he comes: he wants him to reach that conclusion himself, if he does. ]
I don't want you to keep the questioning subtle.
You're going to ask them as crudely and directly as you can. And when you're wrong, you're going to have to tell them that they can't fuck you. You'll tell them that you're saving your ass for me, but as apology for getting them worked up, you can let them fuck your mouth, as long a they take a picture of you on your knees with your tongue out all covered in come, and they make sure you swallow it all after, like a good boy.
You can't touch your cock when you're sucking them off, either. You'll send me that picture first. And then I'll let you.
[ a very purposeful shift from i want you to do this to you will do this, though it might get lost in everything else he's saying. also purposeful. ]
[ the delay is an eternity that causes Eddie to shift in place, desperate for friction, hard through those moments that feel thick with intent. he's antsy, feet shifting in place as he stares uselessly at his phone for a reply.
when it comes, his toes curl in, cock twitching and flooding with a whole new batch of demand as he gets the green light to finally touch himself. his lip gets a hard bite, features creasing at the idea of going slow, but he obeys that too, staring at the head of his cock to catch wetness there, dragging his palm along it in a squeeze and moan of relief before he grips his shaft. steady and slow, focus somehow honed in and hard on reading rather than going to town.
the directions are pretty damn thorough, detailed and driving his hand a bit quicker, licking his lips as the imagery splashes up in mind. he always could picture any fantasy, sexual or otherwise, pretty well. he's too heady to consider if that's a blessing or a curse in this moment, palming over the tip of his dick again as he does his best to type one-handed.
the command is hot, this guy's tone clearly building on itself, swinging and hitting further intrigue in Eddie. ]
crystal clear, each detail. fuck if I could do subtle anyway
so you're gonna watch to see if that I'm doing it? going off to a dark corner or the bathroom with guys who get all worked up and take me up on delivering that kind of apology?
should I keep my jeans on until you tell me to take em off, too?
[ he's contemplating if he should be more descriptive about how he's feeling in the moment too, how close he'd be to coming if he could just stroke harder, but he leaves the texts there, clutching onto the phone with one hand in anticipation of another reply. ]
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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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You're not here to tease. Show me all of it.
No touching yourself until I let you.
[ hope you're good at typing one-handed, eddie, it's about to come in handy. ]
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he exhales at that, the ordering tone from a voice he hasn't heard now coming more brilliantly clear, without sound but the punch behind those words sure is loud. the second text sends his head spinning for a second, what a concept. never had anyone order him around quite like this before.
he sets his phone down to unfasten his jeans, standing up to let them drop further down before sitting back in an leather office chair, taking another photo from the same angle, leaning back a bit, pulling his shirt up, so his shaft is on display. it shouldn't be so difficult already to not touch himself, to not grab onto his dick like he's showing it off, but his hand not holding the phone is in the frame, resting on top of his leg. he's stiff, average enough in size, wisps of dark hair over his groin. ]
So you wanna see me touch myself huh?
[ sometimes it's better to say nothing at all, Eddie. ]
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the instruction is clear, a command, but of course there's no real way to enforce it. wash isn't there, isn't his dominant, has no way of knowing if eddie cheats and touches himself outside of those pictures and no way of really doing anything about it if eddie took a picture of him jerking off in clear defiance. it's a quiet test, not necessarily one to pass or fail but one to let wash continue to get a better sense of who he's dealing with, and when the photo comes back featuring a cock rock hard and on display, he knows that eddie is listening to him anyway. ]
Good boy.
[ he studies him for a moment, lets that message linger for a few seconds before he follows it up. ]
Not until I tell you to. Lets just have a chat.
[ yes, he's just going to keep talking to you. and you aren't going to touch yourself at all the whole time. ]
What're you going to do when you go looking for me? What kind of guy do you think you're looking for, when you ask around and try to find out which of your new fans might be the right guy to bend you over their lap and make you beg for it?
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there is a near miss when he’s called a good boy, a curse aloud, wanting so very much to start jerking off hard, the praise shooting sparks to his dick.
chat huh? well fuck, the direction this ‘chat’ goes is no surprise, and his hips give a little roll in place, aching but not touching. not yet. ]
I’ll look at all the faces there, see how quick different pairs of eyes wanna lock onto mine. It’d be too obvious if you were eager to look at me though, so I’d go up to who looked interested but aloof, whoever I thought you were, ask you flat out if you were there looking to fuck. See what people say. It’s Duplicity though, everyone’s always looking for some tail.
Someone with a confidence just oozing from them. Hot. Taller than me probably. Maybe has a bourbon neat or something like that.
Or maybe it would be more evident than I’m thinking, maybe whoever you are wouldn’t be able to not look at my crotch when it’s obvious I’m getting hard on stage and I could see that when I’m looking around.
[ speaking of hard: he’s making it more difficult on himself, pre-cum teasing the head of his dick, and he stares down at himself through languidly blinking eyes. ]
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Interesting plan.
[ he will neither confirm nor deny. ]
Are you just gonna ask if they want to fuck? Seems like you might get some false positives. You probably have to be a little more specific to figure out if it's me.
Take another picture, and tell me what you want to call me.
[ you a sir or a daddy or a master type, or none of the above? ]
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Sure, not wrong about that.
Could you keep straight if I asked right to your face if you were planning on fucking me against a wall before the end of the night? Cause I could just try that.
[ turns out it turns him on even more to be asked for more pictures, to get to take and send them. he holds the camera out in front of himself this time, direct facing shot of his dick, legs spread a bit more to get his balls in view. there’s a small patch of slick wetness on this stomach from how aroused he’s gotten, body hair twisting and sticky in the splotch.
is he usually this obedient? not unless there’s a dominant man interested in fucking him, and it’s clear from how hard he is that he’s aching.
names like those, he hasn’t used them before, though he’s in the midst of a daddy kink awakening with someone else in town. so, he opts for the other choice he’s read in these texts, usual creativity a touch muted with his horniness. ]
I’d try out sir
Not really one for exactly following or respecting authority though…
You think it would work out, that being the case?
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We'll try it out. You let me know if you want to try something different.
You are being a good boy for me so far. Cock getting wet just from our little chat?
[ following authority doesn't seem to be a problem when it's a strange man over the network telling him not to touch himself and to send him pictures. wash looks over the photo in quiet appreciation, starting to thumb idly at the front of his own jeans.
he doesn't comment on whether or not he could keep straight ( he could, an unnervingly good liar whenever he puts his mind to it ). ]
So you find your man who you think looks and feels the bill and you're gonna go right up to him and ask were you planning on fucking me against the wall tonight, Sir? And what happens if they aren't me but they're feeling a little opportunistic, Eddie? I'm not gonna be the only one who takes an interest in fucking the cute boy with the guitar.
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[ ‘sir’ has usually been reserved for men who demand it as leverage. teachers, shitty fathers, people with fragile egos. Eddie would never use the formality of his own accord. it’s not customary in Indiana as in the south, his 1966 birth year and 1986 current timeline having some remnants of the past where that respect had been demanded.
he knows his usage of the term isn’t the same, can feel it in his bloodstream making him throb. still, they’ll see. he likes to communicate as best he knows how, willing to share what’s on his mind as it pops up.
he’s confident that he doesn’t follow authority well, that at the front of his mind even if he’s contradicting it.
fuck this guy really is making this difficult, the whole not touching himself. especially when he’s alone, wants to just strip his clothes the rest of the way off and pump his cock to completion. ]
Yeah. Doing my best, but it’s getting hard to keep my hands from doing what they should be doing.
[ who knows what he expects to get from that. permission? probably. ]
I mean, a hookup sounds like the easiest answer to that. More fucking?
Or do you wanna be the only one to fuck me throughout this little game?
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What if I do want that?
[ just a simple question, echoed back, because he will make eddie say it. that he wants that, too. ]
You're doing good, Eddie. Hang on a little longer for me. Take another one, too. Show me how good you're doing.
[ he might personally be switching a little between harder demands and more gentle encouragement. it's a little to get the sense of how eddie responds to both, though that's limited when he can't actually see him, but also mostly because while he does want to push him ( wash always wants to push people ) eddie so far registers as someone who needs and wants a guiding hand as much as a controlling one. wash can provide that.
but it sure isn't permission to touch himself yet. ]
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Which I am, in this case.
Would probably make me want it even more from you.
[ seems like a big ask, but he's following how his dick reacts to any new or specific idea.
there are little groans, maybe a whine when his balls start feeling tighter, a slide of his back down the chair as if this is exhausting, as if he couldn't just stroke himself whenever he pleases.
he's praised for doing good, though, and shit if that doesn't keep him maintaining composure to resist, to stay determined for this incredibly kinky, sexy stranger. ]
Ok, since you're asking so nicely.
[ shooting pictures off when requested sure must be an indication that he'd do it no matter how he's asked, but the softness in that text is thrilling too. he'd said he wanted to be called good, after all, and really, he's finding that he wants more of that.
planning isn't his forte, but details when he cares about something are, so he considers what angle to take another photo from. he props the camera up on a desk, standing sideways, shirt pulled up, a profile shot of his cock and ass, and it really does take everything in his power not to grab onto himself as the timer snaps the photo for him. the background is just a regular office room: clearly someone's not doing their work, thank goodness none of it's time sensitive. he sends it off, settling back into the chair. ]
Am I still being good enough? Sir?
[ if the heat spreading out into his thighs, the tight way his cock twitches, are any indication, saying that title's probably gonna work out. ]
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again he lets that linger for a while, giving eddie a bit of silence before he taps out a reply. ]
Such a good boy for me.
You can touch yourself now. Nice and slow. As if I'm right there watching you, so put on a show, and listen to me carefully.
[ he could ask for video, or a live feed, but he's not going to. he's also not going to specify that he wants eddie to ask him before he comes: he wants him to reach that conclusion himself, if he does. ]
I don't want you to keep the questioning subtle.
You're going to ask them as crudely and directly as you can. And when you're wrong, you're going to have to tell them that they can't fuck you. You'll tell them that you're saving your ass for me, but as apology for getting them worked up, you can let them fuck your mouth, as long a they take a picture of you on your knees with your tongue out all covered in come, and they make sure you swallow it all after, like a good boy.
You can't touch your cock when you're sucking them off, either. You'll send me that picture first. And then I'll let you.
[ a very purposeful shift from i want you to do this to you will do this, though it might get lost in everything else he's saying. also purposeful. ]
Is that clear?
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when it comes, his toes curl in, cock twitching and flooding with a whole new batch of demand as he gets the green light to finally touch himself. his lip gets a hard bite, features creasing at the idea of going slow, but he obeys that too, staring at the head of his cock to catch wetness there, dragging his palm along it in a squeeze and moan of relief before he grips his shaft. steady and slow, focus somehow honed in and hard on reading rather than going to town.
the directions are pretty damn thorough, detailed and driving his hand a bit quicker, licking his lips as the imagery splashes up in mind. he always could picture any fantasy, sexual or otherwise, pretty well. he's too heady to consider if that's a blessing or a curse in this moment, palming over the tip of his dick again as he does his best to type one-handed.
the command is hot, this guy's tone clearly building on itself, swinging and hitting further intrigue in Eddie. ]
crystal clear, each detail. fuck if I could do subtle anyway
so you're gonna watch to see if that I'm doing it? going off to a dark corner or the bathroom with guys who get all worked up and take me up on delivering that kind of apology?
should I keep my jeans on until you tell me to take em off, too?
[ he's contemplating if he should be more descriptive about how he's feeling in the moment too, how close he'd be to coming if he could just stroke harder, but he leaves the texts there, clutching onto the phone with one hand in anticipation of another reply. ]
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