[ the attitude. unbeknownst to eddie but certainly working to his advantage, while wash does appreciate well-behaved good boys he has a thing for the ones with attitude. a bit of pushback. a bit of bite. ]
I do like talking to you.
[ a little playful, gently encouraging. he's still here for this. just pushing, testing. ]
Like the sight of my cock enough that you're gonna look at it more in your own time, Eddie? Touch yourself to it even more? Finger yourself pretending it's my dick fucking you open and whimpering because you know it's not as good as how it'll really feel?
[ yes, good. he likes that affirmative, a clarifying yes to mutual enjoyment of just talking. and three big fat yesses to each of those questions, and Eddie suspects they both know he's giving them a mental thumbs up in his mind. it was obvious, even before he started taking pictures, that he was turned on, so of course it's going to continue right down that path. ]
I mean if I'm not allowed to find another cock to fuck me, then you better believe that's what I'll be doing. You like that? Is that what you want me to do? Think just about you whenever I get horny, stare at that photo so I want you even more?
[ the words and their tone come out smoothly. he's into being told what to do, the idea of being used, of waiting to see how good this guy might give it to him, but he's still a smartass, cocky in the times where he feels that instinct. so he's all about calling him 'sir,' seeing more of how that feels, but he's new to this entire dynamic, so watch as he slips more into how he usually conducts himself. when you've gotten a reward with the promise of more on the way if you keep connected to this guess who game, why wouldn't you slip back into what is generally more customary? and for Eddie, teasing is part of his MO. ]
What happens when I get impatient and slip up?
[ not like this guy would know unless Eddie tells him, so clearly there's a part of him that suspects he would. ]
[ wash wouldn't know -- he could, certainly, unbeknownst to eddie, has things up his sleeves to keep eyes on people, but he does for the most part try not to use those resources on the frivolous. what matters here is indulging in the fantasy, and whether or not eddie would willingly obey, and the fact that he's entertaining it at all and everything they've done already makes him think that he would.
which is good. perfect. he'll keep pushing that. ]
You only get the rewards you earn.
[ so if he slips up, no reward. simple. ]
Every time you finger yourself thinking of me you can tell me about it. Send me pictures to prove to me what a good boy you're being for me, and maybe I can send you more for you to look at. Ask really nice, maybe I can send you a toy to play with, a big thick dildo you can sit on, think of me when you squirm and make yourself come.
Better hope you figure me out quickly if you can't go that long without a cock in your ass, Eddie. After a while my visits after your shows won't even be enough for you. You're going to get so desperate to find me so I can take you home and fuck you all night that you'll start asking every guy who comes into your show, until you start getting real used to getting on your knees for people you don't know.
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[ he's pulled his jeans back up by now, idly thumbing around at the papers that he has no brain power to process any longer, stacking them into a haphazard pile and shoving them to one corner of the desk. focusing back on his device now, he starts to read, brows rising, head canting. well it makes sense, getting only what he's earned.
the start of those next sentences make him twitch in his pants. jesus, after all that and he's bouncing back already? Eddie pulls his shirt on, starts to leave the room, carefully watching but slipping out of the bar without having to explain why he's leaving. juliette's is only a few blocks away, the house selected due to its proximity to the business, so he texts her some vague thing about not feeling well and heading home.
if this conversation keeps up, he wants to be in his own bedroom, a little gun shy thinking of her or anyone else walking in on him in that office. granted, she'd probably just be entertained and help him out, but he doesn't really want that either, the space of these texts narrowing so they can be reserved for himself and this man on the other line.
he can type while he walks, though. he's toyed around with wanting to be called a good boy before, but fuck if he could imagine how much he wants it now that he's getting these figuratives, imagining what it'd feel like getting such delicious feedback. ]
Never thought I'd actually try to be an overachiever at anything in my life, but here we are.
I could do that. It'll be a lot of pictures though. I do want more pictures from you. So, should I ask nicely now or is this a 'touch upon later' reward? Because that sounds hot. I don't have a dildo at home. Would be nice being better prepared. [ or anywhere, but he's headed home so it's what he chooses to include. ]
I stay determined when I want a particular something. You really wanna see my tongue covered in all different sorts of come from a bunch of strange guys, if I'm bad at figuring you out? Maybe you might give in and come to me.
[ getting a toy had been an idle suggestion but wash's eyebrows shoot up a little with the revelation that eddie doesn't own a dildo. it's not a problem, but it is a rare opportunity, a chance to be a whole number of firsts in this person's exploration -- and wash is far from above simple, possessive pleasures, his cock throbbing in his hand just at the thought of eddie having to think of him any time he uses one, just to remember where it started from, where he got his first. ]
They can have your mouth. They've my permission for that.
[ which might clue eddie in as to why that streak of possessiveness isn't setting in there: this man is the one allowing it, after all. eddie is only offering up his mouth as apology because sir has allowed it, because sir has stepped in to take a control and instucted him to make sure his mouth and tongue are available to that purpose, as long as they're used with his instructions in mind.
but. ]
They don't have my permission for anything else. Not even your hands. You're going to have to kneel there and let them fuck your mouth without touching them, without touching yourself, until you send me that picture and I give you permission to do anything else.
Weren't you gonna ask me nicely, Eddie? I'm waiting.
[ Eddie doesn't have the foresight about any of what they've talked about, dildo included, to contemplate how very much he'll think of this guy any time he's doing any number of things.
he's getting hard again as he walks, thinking about this man giving someone else permission to use any part of his body, to disallow him from doing whatever he usually might. he's not incredibly experienced sure, but there's tended to be a no holds barred take, with no one really thinking or asking (or Eddie conjuring up ideas, so much for how creative he is in other areas) for anything beyond blowjobs, handjobs, your run of the mill fucking in his (or their, but all but maybe one occasion where he's topped has been while aphro'd) ass.
he sighs loudly now that there's open air, eyes glancing to the sky because what is happening to him? who slips into wanting to refer to someone as something like sir with the ease of a misfired text? him, apparently, and hell if he's not captivated and loving every second of it. meanwhile literally nothing has happened between them other than words, and Eddie does take a moment to consider that as he's walking. but again, the promise of it. ]
Okay. I can do that. [ he can, thinks he can, the brief text a small slip of his streak of attitude as he's actually fantasizing about the scene that's described. letting a stranger fuck his mouth, cock restricted in his jeans, no hands allowed, and sending a photo off to wait in that dirty bathroom to see when he's allowed to do anything more to himself.
now that he's out on the street, he's actually thinking about where this guy lives, too. funny when you haven't seen someone's face and you're just, thinking about finding them out in a large city full of people. ]
Please, sir, will you give me one? Find me a dildo that's like your cock so I can have at least that? Please?
[ there's a little storm in his stomach from using sir without it appearing anywhere in those last set of texts, the name melding more into his perception of this guy. he swallows to himself, feeling like he's begging for it basically, but he angled for very nice. ]
wash isn't actually going to spend too much time searching for dildos similar to his cock, but he is considerate enough that he'll be sending eddie not one, but two: within the day ( he's got nothing else to spend dominant money on, might as well courier toys ) eddie will get two different packages. both designed for anal use with a good flare at the base, a smaller one with a number of steps that's clearly intended for someone easing themelves open, trying things out, sleek black and abstracted. the second is much larger, coming in a box that boasts of realistic skin-like textures, the material itself slightly supple like skin, crossed with veins like a real thing. the color, though, still a sleek, pure black. simple. classy. comes with some suction cup accessories to attach it to a wall, you're welcome, eddie.
in the meanwhile, though. ]
I'll send you something real nice. Make sure you think of me every time you use it.
That turn you on too, Eddie? Never had a dildo before, getting your first one from a stranger? You've promised me your ass without even so much as hearing my voice, and now when you're at home in your room or alone at the office [ HE CAN SEE WHERE YOU ARE ] you can ride your new toy nice and hard, keep your ass good and stretched open for me so when you finally earn your reward my cock is just going to slide right in like it belongs there.
[ ping ping, delivering his address on request, giving the most physically personal info to this guy, next closest thing being to give him a damn key to the fucking house. which is where he's headed to now, pace swift so he can get inside again already. setting himself up to be stalked and home-invaded if this dude is a criminal honestly: Eddie Munson, always laughing and rolling his eyes over overprotectiveness, the concept of 'it's 10 o'clock, do you know where your kids are?' stranger danger? psh, he's fine.
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thankfully it'll be fine. especially when he gets those packages.
his feet pause when he gets those next texts flooding in, cock hardening, and why was typing while walking home a good idea again? he's gonna get chafed from how fast he's starting to move now, certainly. he's not able to stop replying though, not when he's still getting so turned on, getting in deeper with this. he's already gonna be squirming once he's in his room now, wanting this ideas to manifest. fuck, man. ]
Yeah, it's hot. I like it. You sound like you think the only thing I ever do in my free [ and work ] time is finger my ass so I can jerk off. Or maybe you just want updates on how it all goes after this delivery is made?
[ sometime in the future wash would be happy to point out just how stupid eddie was being, here, but right now wash is happy to take advantage of it. he could even visit him sometime, just as a surprise, without telling him first, wouldn't that be something. ]
Didn't think I'd have to ask.
I'm sending you a present. A good boy would make sure to let me know when they've received it and make sure to show me just how much they like it.
Think you can stand to wait until your gift gets there, Eddie?
[ does this sound like a boy who locks the windows in his bedroom, much less the front door every time he goes inside? Juliette is a fiesty dominant, he can't imagine anyone trying to fuck with her; and her other submissive is 6'4 burly guy that, far as Eddie knows, is around in spurts, but the security factor isn't a primary concern to everyone's fave guitar boy.
there are exactly two people he might expect to surprise visit: and both of them would actually knock (unlike Eddie, who pushes past doors of houses he's come to consider comfortable in.)
his lips purse in a sideways sort of frown, forehead creasing. this damn man and his valid points being all tied up in ways that are hot and arousing. ]
no, not really I came home so I didn't freak juliette out if she walked in on me
so I guess I'll be biding my time? [ definitely not already hard in his jeans again. ]
But yeah sorry. I'll let you know when I get it. And I'm sure I'll be inclined to take some pictures too. If that's what you want.
[ wash will emergency courier over his gifts. a frivolous purpose, though probably not the only one in the city making a purchase like this for reasons like these, but wash is a dom who has absolutely no sense of personal luxury. his old sub would spend his money like it was his own, but now uncontracted, its not like wash has anything better to do with the money he has. little indulgences like these are more than reasonable.
he won't be telling eddie that, of course. ]
I want pictures. First impressions. If I know what you think of your gift, I'll know more about what I could give you in the future, don't you think?
[ another gentle test of the waters. is this just a one time experiment-game for you, eddie? are there more games in the future, more rewards? no wrong answers, just waiting to see what eddie's immediate impression of that might be. ]
Or are you already too turned on to wait? I just let you come a while ago, Eddie. Getting greedy already, I guess, unless you're just so turned on by letting me order you around that you can't help yourself.
[ he smiles, crooked and too smug, as he slips into his house, settling in the kitchen, sitting down on a chair, confident its just him alone for the moment. as if he's skilled in sizing up if someone is actually also home: he falls back on recalling his two housemates usual schedules. easy peasy, lemon squeezy. flawless system of security.
shit. he's flinching a little, cock sensitive and brushing against his boxers as it twitches from that first open-ended question. he considers, head tilting, answer all but already definitively a solid yes.
his muscles tense, body rolling, legs shifting in place, breath heavier when he's left so exposed. there's more than one way of playing this, so he lets a couple of minutes pass. naturally he rereads the texts, the ideas giving life to a side of himself he wants to let stampede right on out.
he types, slowly, though due to deliberating and stuck in overthinking his words. one of the rare moments he can ever be accused of dwelling, a time where he's driven by what his cock wants. ]
I can provide those. And yeah, exactly what I was thinking, too. [ no, he hadn't considered getting more gifts until it'd been suggested, but he's eager, okay? ]
[ and another couple of minutes. ] Sounds like you're gonna order me to wait, especially if I sent you a picture of what I look like right now. Is it so bad? Being greedy? You liked it when I showed my come, didn't you?
[ tick tock on whenever that courier service will show up. not that he's expecting anything so soon. maybe it'll happen between their next exchange of texts, though hopefully it's before eddie decides to go to his room and undress. maybe get in the shower or something. ]
As long as you're a good boy for me, Eddie, you can be as greedy as you want.
[ wash likes spoiling people, really. likes taking care of people. and as long as eddie is willing to earn his rewards, wash will be happy to continue providing.
eddie is also absolutely right in that wash will, in fact, make him wait. he knows it won't be too short a time, but eddie doesn't, and him still being willing to listen and deprive himself anyway despite really not having to only makes it all the better. ]
Show me. And then keep waiting.
[ he doesn't type out anything else in specific, but the implication is clear. you do want to keep being a good boy for him, don't you, eddie?
speaking of which. wash has been sitting here, occasionally sitting back just to idly work his hand over his own cock, still hard from all of this, aching for some release, too. but he's patient, unhurried, watching on his device for updates about his little delivery, and ah. already almost there. the miracle of modern technology, and of living in a city where its hard to find a city block without a sex toy store or three.
eddie will find that delivery arriving at his door much sooner than he might think. maybe not that long after he's committed to having to wait at the behest of this stranger he's found himself so swept up with so suddenly. ]
[ no, eddie just dives in further, knowing what the consequence of that action might be. he's welcoming it, really. maybe that willingness is a problem, when he's been tied up with interest in this person for so short a time. eddie certainly isn't backing away.
he squints at the next brief text, cock twitching, again. ] Okay.
[ but, there's a delay in his response. he takes the time to go to his bedroom, change clothes. it's only a couple minutes, then he's taking a fairly simple photo from where he sits in the living room. couch underneath him, white and blue plaid pajama pants on, erection visible against fabric but clearly not straining as much as it had in his jeans. ]
So, waiting. Like a good boy.
[ it could've been a one and done kind of deal. maybe their exchanges before had been enough for this guy, and inevitably eddie would start to soften a bit before he goes to jerk off before he takes a nap. as one does. he's not sure what he could really be waiting for, toying around on his device as he sits there, far too patient for someone who's been ordered around several times that day. ]
[ he can tell that eddie's restless, idling around, not even sure what waiting entails other than literal waiting -- but apparently, willing to do it anyway. hopelessly earnest, which is a dangerous trait, but one that wash can't help but find endearing. wash does actually let that sit for a while, too, not responding to him, and its probably lucky for eddie that wash gets an actual notification of the delivery within a few minutes. how nice. ]
Special delivery.
Check your door.
[ which does sound a little threatening, but many things wash says end up sounding that way, whether he means it that way or not. the courier has been instructed to leave the box outside ( though wash did consider instructing them to stay for long enough for eddie to perhaps do something with them -- another time, maybe, his own patience is wearing thin ), and when eddie does check outside he'll find an unmarked, plain package.
opening it though would immediately yield the obnoxiously loud and very proud branding that many of duplicity's sex toys bear, which means eddie would get to figure out very quickly what it is he just received. and that he has two of them. a little bonus from wash feeling a little generous for how very, very good eddie has been for him all this while. ]
[ he could chuck this excess of obedience out the window if he wanted to. it's not like there's surveillance on his every move (right? maybe from the city but alas), and he could get away with anything he wanted to. lie about being good, see what it'd get him. eddie's not the lying sort, and a terrible liar when he feels the need to do so. his eagerness to obey orders has to be completely apparent. if his tendency to reply organically in fits of frustration and pleasure shifted to something else, well, that'd be noticeable. mostly though, eddie's rolling with this, knows it's making him hard when he listens, when he's good.
naturally he goes to the door, device in hand, blinking down at the nondescript packaging, lifting it and snapping a photo update once the door closes behind him. just him with the box, giving a smile and a thumbs up. see how well he totally pays attention to commands? this is the kind of update you wanted, right?
he walks to the kitchen to find scissors to rip open the box, pausing and eyes going wide at the flamboyant boxes. palms flip the top closed, and he pads off to his bedroom. that's the only door he actually locks because hi hello this is your resident curious boy calling to leave a message about not fucking coming in.
he dumps the boxes out onto his bed, kneeling on the floor, opening them and ripping them out of the confines of their packacking, eyeing them carefully. ]
Hey. Thanks. [ seems important to send.
so help him, he's glad to be alone as he's examining these dildos, poking the larger one with his forefinger. ]
Didn't have to wait long, huh? This is what I was waiting for, right?
[ right?? the next steps are obvious, aren't they? why is he checking in on this instead of just...moving forward in a natural progression? ]
Turns out it's very easy to find a sex toy shop within a block of just about any address, around here.
[ the pictures are cute. not as scandalous as wash was perhaps expecting and hoping for ( he's restless, too, even if much better at controlling it ), but eddie is new and they'll get there soon enough, he's sure. he waits with some amusement for the next messages, considering carefully. ]
I'll give you a choice.
You've been a good, patient boy for me so far. You can go ahead and play with your new gifts. Try them out yourself, let me know how you like it, or I can talk you through it. [ never had one before, eddie had already said, though he sounds plenty experienced enough with getting fucked already that it shouldn't be too much to get used to, but wash will lob that offer out there. but; ] Or. We can fold that all in with your grand prize.
[ once eddie finds him, after all, he will be more than happy to be there in person. a guiding hand. a firm, aggressive one, but guiding nonetheless, teaching him right there with the benefit of touch and feel and the sound of his voice just how he can use his brand new toys.
that would, of course. require yet more waiting. ]
[ why not use a camera at his immediate disposal for all sorts of ridiculous selfies? it's more fun than eddie's era of having to wait for film to be developed, or even with using polaroids. the future is now. after today, his earlier choice of opting to not explore these sex toy stores will be altered. he's fallen victim to aphros several times now, so why go to what he'd assume is the perfect setting to get a healthy dose of fuckery? either way, color him a lot more curious now.
he's not so certain why he'd felt it necessary to draw this out more, but getting those options certainly brings enlightenment. more praise and getting to know what this man might be expecting of him. his heart pumps faster when the choice is left to him, and he does mull that over for a couple of minutes. ]
I mean you can talk me through it now It would be a shame to wait
[ he could figure it out, no issue there. he's hardly as experienced with getting fucked as he might be alluding to, and the dildos really will be a step in a good direction for what he clearly wants to do more of.
he's not going to say no to getting more direction though, absolutely. already, maybe, too fond with texting this guy and sending him photos, but stepping more into the dynamic. impulsive as ever, but it's been a stream of feeling good so he's not gonna stop. ]
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I do like talking to you.
[ a little playful, gently encouraging. he's still here for this. just pushing, testing. ]
Like the sight of my cock enough that you're gonna look at it more in your own time, Eddie? Touch yourself to it even more? Finger yourself pretending it's my dick fucking you open and whimpering because you know it's not as good as how it'll really feel?
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I mean if I'm not allowed to find another cock to fuck me, then you better believe that's what I'll be doing. You like that? Is that what you want me to do? Think just about you whenever I get horny, stare at that photo so I want you even more?
[ the words and their tone come out smoothly. he's into being told what to do, the idea of being used, of waiting to see how good this guy might give it to him, but he's still a smartass, cocky in the times where he feels that instinct. so he's all about calling him 'sir,' seeing more of how that feels, but he's new to this entire dynamic, so watch as he slips more into how he usually conducts himself. when you've gotten a reward with the promise of more on the way if you keep connected to this guess who game, why wouldn't you slip back into what is generally more customary? and for Eddie, teasing is part of his MO. ]
What happens when I get impatient and slip up?
[ not like this guy would know unless Eddie tells him, so clearly there's a part of him that suspects he would. ]
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which is good. perfect. he'll keep pushing that. ]
You only get the rewards you earn.
[ so if he slips up, no reward. simple. ]
Every time you finger yourself thinking of me you can tell me about it. Send me pictures to prove to me what a good boy you're being for me, and maybe I can send you more for you to look at. Ask really nice, maybe I can send you a toy to play with, a big thick dildo you can sit on, think of me when you squirm and make yourself come.
Better hope you figure me out quickly if you can't go that long without a cock in your ass, Eddie. After a while my visits after your shows won't even be enough for you. You're going to get so desperate to find me so I can take you home and fuck you all night that you'll start asking every guy who comes into your show, until you start getting real used to getting on your knees for people you don't know.
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the start of those next sentences make him twitch in his pants. jesus, after all that and he's bouncing back already? Eddie pulls his shirt on, starts to leave the room, carefully watching but slipping out of the bar without having to explain why he's leaving. juliette's is only a few blocks away, the house selected due to its proximity to the business, so he texts her some vague thing about not feeling well and heading home.
if this conversation keeps up, he wants to be in his own bedroom, a little gun shy thinking of her or anyone else walking in on him in that office. granted, she'd probably just be entertained and help him out, but he doesn't really want that either, the space of these texts narrowing so they can be reserved for himself and this man on the other line.
he can type while he walks, though. he's toyed around with wanting to be called a good boy before, but fuck if he could imagine how much he wants it now that he's getting these figuratives, imagining what it'd feel like getting such delicious feedback. ]
Never thought I'd actually try to be an overachiever at anything in my life, but here we are.
I could do that. It'll be a lot of pictures though.
I do want more pictures from you.
So, should I ask nicely now or is this a 'touch upon later' reward? Because that sounds hot. I don't have a dildo at home. Would be nice being better prepared. [ or anywhere, but he's headed home so it's what he chooses to include. ]
I stay determined when I want a particular something.
You really wanna see my tongue covered in all different sorts of come from a bunch of strange guys, if I'm bad at figuring you out? Maybe you might give in and come to me.
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They can have your mouth. They've my permission for that.
[ which might clue eddie in as to why that streak of possessiveness isn't setting in there: this man is the one allowing it, after all. eddie is only offering up his mouth as apology because sir has allowed it, because sir has stepped in to take a control and instucted him to make sure his mouth and tongue are available to that purpose, as long as they're used with his instructions in mind.
but. ]
They don't have my permission for anything else. Not even your hands. You're going to have to kneel there and let them fuck your mouth without touching them, without touching yourself, until you send me that picture and I give you permission to do anything else.
Weren't you gonna ask me nicely, Eddie? I'm waiting.
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he's getting hard again as he walks, thinking about this man giving someone else permission to use any part of his body, to disallow him from doing whatever he usually might. he's not incredibly experienced sure, but there's tended to be a no holds barred take, with no one really thinking or asking (or Eddie conjuring up ideas, so much for how creative he is in other areas) for anything beyond blowjobs, handjobs, your run of the mill fucking in his (or their, but all but maybe one occasion where he's topped has been while aphro'd) ass.
he sighs loudly now that there's open air, eyes glancing to the sky because what is happening to him? who slips into wanting to refer to someone as something like sir with the ease of a misfired text? him, apparently, and hell if he's not captivated and loving every second of it. meanwhile literally nothing has happened between them other than words, and Eddie does take a moment to consider that as he's walking. but again, the promise of it. ]
Okay. I can do that. [ he can, thinks he can, the brief text a small slip of his streak of attitude as he's actually fantasizing about the scene that's described. letting a stranger fuck his mouth, cock restricted in his jeans, no hands allowed, and sending a photo off to wait in that dirty bathroom to see when he's allowed to do anything more to himself.
now that he's out on the street, he's actually thinking about where this guy lives, too. funny when you haven't seen someone's face and you're just, thinking about finding them out in a large city full of people. ]
Please, sir, will you give me one? Find me a dildo that's like your cock so I can have at least that? Please?
[ there's a little storm in his stomach from using sir without it appearing anywhere in those last set of texts, the name melding more into his perception of this guy. he swallows to himself, feeling like he's begging for it basically, but he angled for very nice. ]
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Ping me your address.
[ a safe thing to give an utter stranger!
wash isn't actually going to spend too much time searching for dildos similar to his cock, but he is considerate enough that he'll be sending eddie not one, but two: within the day ( he's got nothing else to spend dominant money on, might as well courier toys ) eddie will get two different packages. both designed for anal use with a good flare at the base, a smaller one with a number of steps that's clearly intended for someone easing themelves open, trying things out, sleek black and abstracted. the second is much larger, coming in a box that boasts of realistic skin-like textures, the material itself slightly supple like skin, crossed with veins like a real thing. the color, though, still a sleek, pure black. simple. classy. comes with some suction cup accessories to attach it to a wall, you're welcome, eddie.
in the meanwhile, though. ]
I'll send you something real nice. Make sure you think of me every time you use it.
That turn you on too, Eddie? Never had a dildo before, getting your first one from a stranger? You've promised me your ass without even so much as hearing my voice, and now when you're at home in your room or alone at the office [ HE CAN SEE WHERE YOU ARE ] you can ride your new toy nice and hard, keep your ass good and stretched open for me so when you finally earn your reward my cock is just going to slide right in like it belongs there.
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thankfully it'll be fine. especially when he gets those packages.
his feet pause when he gets those next texts flooding in, cock hardening, and why was typing while walking home a good idea again? he's gonna get chafed from how fast he's starting to move now, certainly. he's not able to stop replying though, not when he's still getting so turned on, getting in deeper with this. he's already gonna be squirming once he's in his room now, wanting this ideas to manifest. fuck, man. ]
Yeah, it's hot. I like it.
You sound like you think the only thing I ever do in my free [ and work ] time is finger my ass so I can jerk off. Or maybe you just want updates on how it all goes after this delivery is made?
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Didn't think I'd have to ask.
I'm sending you a present. A good boy would make sure to let me know when they've received it and make sure to show me just how much they like it.
Think you can stand to wait until your gift gets there, Eddie?
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there are exactly two people he might expect to surprise visit: and both of them would actually knock (unlike Eddie, who pushes past doors of houses he's come to consider comfortable in.)
his lips purse in a sideways sort of frown, forehead creasing. this damn man and his valid points being all tied up in ways that are hot and arousing. ]
no, not really
I came home so I didn't freak juliette out if she walked in on me
so I guess I'll be biding my time? [ definitely not already hard in his jeans again. ]
But yeah sorry. I'll let you know when I get it.
And I'm sure I'll be inclined to take some pictures too.
If that's what you want.
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he won't be telling eddie that, of course. ]
I want pictures. First impressions. If I know what you think of your gift, I'll know more about what I could give you in the future, don't you think?
[ another gentle test of the waters. is this just a one time experiment-game for you, eddie? are there more games in the future, more rewards? no wrong answers, just waiting to see what eddie's immediate impression of that might be. ]
Or are you already too turned on to wait? I just let you come a while ago, Eddie. Getting greedy already, I guess, unless you're just so turned on by letting me order you around that you can't help yourself.
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shit. he's flinching a little, cock sensitive and brushing against his boxers as it twitches from that first open-ended question. he considers, head tilting, answer all but already definitively a solid yes.
his muscles tense, body rolling, legs shifting in place, breath heavier when he's left so exposed. there's more than one way of playing this, so he lets a couple of minutes pass. naturally he rereads the texts, the ideas giving life to a side of himself he wants to let stampede right on out.
he types, slowly, though due to deliberating and stuck in overthinking his words. one of the rare moments he can ever be accused of dwelling, a time where he's driven by what his cock wants. ]
I can provide those. And yeah, exactly what I was thinking, too. [ no, he hadn't considered getting more gifts until it'd been suggested, but he's eager, okay? ]
[ and another couple of minutes. ] Sounds like you're gonna order me to wait, especially if I sent you a picture of what I look like right now. Is it so bad? Being greedy? You liked it when I showed my come, didn't you?
[ tick tock on whenever that courier service will show up. not that he's expecting anything so soon. maybe it'll happen between their next exchange of texts, though hopefully it's before eddie decides to go to his room and undress. maybe get in the shower or something. ]
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[ wash likes spoiling people, really. likes taking care of people. and as long as eddie is willing to earn his rewards, wash will be happy to continue providing.
eddie is also absolutely right in that wash will, in fact, make him wait. he knows it won't be too short a time, but eddie doesn't, and him still being willing to listen and deprive himself anyway despite really not having to only makes it all the better. ]
Show me. And then keep waiting.
[ he doesn't type out anything else in specific, but the implication is clear. you do want to keep being a good boy for him, don't you, eddie?
speaking of which. wash has been sitting here, occasionally sitting back just to idly work his hand over his own cock, still hard from all of this, aching for some release, too. but he's patient, unhurried, watching on his device for updates about his little delivery, and ah. already almost there. the miracle of modern technology, and of living in a city where its hard to find a city block without a sex toy store or three.
eddie will find that delivery arriving at his door much sooner than he might think. maybe not that long after he's committed to having to wait at the behest of this stranger he's found himself so swept up with so suddenly. ]
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[ no, eddie just dives in further, knowing what the consequence of that action might be. he's welcoming it, really. maybe that willingness is a problem, when he's been tied up with interest in this person for so short a time. eddie certainly isn't backing away.
he squints at the next brief text, cock twitching, again. ] Okay.
[ but, there's a delay in his response. he takes the time to go to his bedroom, change clothes. it's only a couple minutes, then he's taking a fairly simple photo from where he sits in the living room. couch underneath him, white and blue plaid pajama pants on, erection visible against fabric but clearly not straining as much as it had in his jeans. ]
So, waiting.
Like a good boy.
[ it could've been a one and done kind of deal. maybe their exchanges before had been enough for this guy, and inevitably eddie would start to soften a bit before he goes to jerk off before he takes a nap. as one does. he's not sure what he could really be waiting for, toying around on his device as he sits there, far too patient for someone who's been ordered around several times that day. ]
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Special delivery.
Check your door.
[ which does sound a little threatening, but many things wash says end up sounding that way, whether he means it that way or not. the courier has been instructed to leave the box outside ( though wash did consider instructing them to stay for long enough for eddie to perhaps do something with them -- another time, maybe, his own patience is wearing thin ), and when eddie does check outside he'll find an unmarked, plain package.
opening it though would immediately yield the obnoxiously loud and very proud branding that many of duplicity's sex toys bear, which means eddie would get to figure out very quickly what it is he just received. and that he has two of them. a little bonus from wash feeling a little generous for how very, very good eddie has been for him all this while. ]
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naturally he goes to the door, device in hand, blinking down at the nondescript packaging, lifting it and snapping a photo update once the door closes behind him. just him with the box, giving a smile and a thumbs up. see how well he totally pays attention to commands? this is the kind of update you wanted, right?
he walks to the kitchen to find scissors to rip open the box, pausing and eyes going wide at the flamboyant boxes. palms flip the top closed, and he pads off to his bedroom. that's the only door he actually locks because hi hello this is your resident curious boy calling to leave a message about not fucking coming in.
he dumps the boxes out onto his bed, kneeling on the floor, opening them and ripping them out of the confines of their packacking, eyeing them carefully. ]
Hey. Thanks. [ seems important to send.
so help him, he's glad to be alone as he's examining these dildos, poking the larger one with his forefinger. ]
Didn't have to wait long, huh?
This is what I was waiting for, right?
[ right?? the next steps are obvious, aren't they? why is he checking in on this instead of just...moving forward in a natural progression? ]
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[ the pictures are cute. not as scandalous as wash was perhaps expecting and hoping for ( he's restless, too, even if much better at controlling it ), but eddie is new and they'll get there soon enough, he's sure. he waits with some amusement for the next messages, considering carefully. ]
I'll give you a choice.
You've been a good, patient boy for me so far. You can go ahead and play with your new gifts. Try them out yourself, let me know how you like it, or I can talk you through it. [ never had one before, eddie had already said, though he sounds plenty experienced enough with getting fucked already that it shouldn't be too much to get used to, but wash will lob that offer out there. but; ] Or. We can fold that all in with your grand prize.
[ once eddie finds him, after all, he will be more than happy to be there in person. a guiding hand. a firm, aggressive one, but guiding nonetheless, teaching him right there with the benefit of touch and feel and the sound of his voice just how he can use his brand new toys.
that would, of course. require yet more waiting. ]
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he's not so certain why he'd felt it necessary to draw this out more, but getting those options certainly brings enlightenment. more praise and getting to know what this man might be expecting of him. his heart pumps faster when the choice is left to him, and he does mull that over for a couple of minutes. ]
I mean you can talk me through it now
It would be a shame to wait
[ he could figure it out, no issue there. he's hardly as experienced with getting fucked as he might be alluding to, and the dildos really will be a step in a good direction for what he clearly wants to do more of.
he's not going to say no to getting more direction though, absolutely. already, maybe, too fond with texting this guy and sending him photos, but stepping more into the dynamic. impulsive as ever, but it's been a stream of feeling good so he's not gonna stop. ]