[ it's all he needs, holding his device in between his lips as he uses both hands to get his jeans open, pulling his aching cock from his boxers, shifting in place so there's room for him to start jerking off. no other pretense, just those several words enough to get his hand rocketing over his shaft. his breathing picks up, panting, moaning aloud, not giving two fucks if anyone else comes in to use another stall or a urinal. approval after he's been flip goes straight to his groin, flaring out through his legs and hard flesh, up into his stomach.
he can't imagine it'll take too long to get off, device resting in his hand, pressed up to hold against his leg, vibration from more texts stealing his focus, making his cock twitch.
instinctually his hand slows as he flips the device over, peering down at the screen, already moaning at the raunchy words, how long they go on, how deliberate it feels that they're being sent with his hand wrapped around his dick. how it's another gift. he can't take the time to type, staring at those sentences, re-reading them, wanting and needing, desperate to come, as if it's at their behest.
his head sort of spins a bit, hand dragging up and down a little slower when his brain registers the last questions past just how they'd made him feel at face value. he'll do that one-handed texting maneuver, suddenly needing to. ]
please. yes. wanna be good for you, take it all i need you to fuck me
[ not a lot, but it's the best he's got, all of those words sweeping over him, cock throbbing in his hand as he picks up a steady, hard pace again. hips thrusting up, thinking about what'll be like to have his ass full of cock. ]
waiting for you
[ just bringing more ache to his body, playing as close to perfect in this game as he can, following each rule that's been set on his behalf.
it's becoming addicting, taking pictures of his cock to send, so he does just that. he pauses long enough to snap it, fingers at the base of his thick and stiff cock, so close to coming, a photo deliberately of his proximity to climax.
there's been no direct request this time for this either, but his mind rattles with the idea of asking for permission to actually get off. it isn't part of the deal, not that he remembers, only having that tied in on their first day of talking, those texts back and forth where he'd taken several photos showing just how hard he'd been until he was told he could touch himself, told he could come. he grips the tip of his cock, smearing precome around. ]
[ eddie really does take to this so easily and naturally, probably without even realizing it. he doesn't even know how long he's been here or what level of experience he really has, not much, by the sound of what they've talked about so far, but apparently all he needed was a strong hand to sweep him up and spread him open and he'd comply, so very sweetly. the hesitances and the obvious fragmented nature of eddie's next responses only turn him on more, knowing what he has to be doing, jerking off furiously on the bathroom floor while watching those messages roll in, and hell if that isn't gratifying.
and then there's another picture he takes, completely unprompted now, what a very, very good boy. his cockhead swollen and leaking precome, his fingers wrapped around himself, clearly throbbing in his hand, so very, very close. and again, wash hadn't asked for it, but eddie is a natural, asks for permision, sweetened with a sir. ]
You're such a good boy for me, Eddie.
I want you to think about just how good it's gonna feel when you finally have my cock inside you. How I'm gonna take you home and tie you up and make every little dirty fantasy of yours come true, everything you asked me for and more. Your reward for getting this right is gonna be my cock in your ass, again and again, keeping you full and filled up all night long, and that's exactly what you want, isn't it?
[ a purposeful pause. just to draw it out longer. in the future maybe he'll draw that out even longer and more, but for now, he's forgiving enough. ]
[ there hasn't been a moment spared to contemplate why he's reacting like he does, driven on carnal desire, answering to physical calls, mental and emotional certainly weighing in. Eddie doesn't overthink, goes with what feels right in the moment. all of these texts? pictures sent and received. it's made him throb, releases happening, even if with a timetable set by someone else. giving authority over his own body to another person, it's not a concept he's ever considered before, but fuck if it's not doing a lot for him.
he whines out a groan when he reads that first text, hand having stilled at the base of his cock, waiting with no real patience. he's driven by a desire he doesn't have the words to describe, thumb rubbing idly along his shaft, muscles of his belly tensing and flinching. body feeling betrayed by the sudden loss of friction, but it feels worth it when he gets a whole new series of sentences.
it's like he can hear being told he's a good boy for this guy, whispered in his ear, voice unknown but with a tone of approval and admiration. there's a whimper, need splitting down his cock, balls aching in his boxers. it can't be helped, he has to push his jeans further down, groaning as air hits more of his lower half. he's kneeling now, reading, humming with need. holy fuck, how is he not better prepared with lube and one of those toys, ass adding its lack of sensation to the mix.
so, he reads, reads again, and again, committing most of it to memory, stroking slightly, the words he craves the most finally coming in. ] Fuck.
[ the device is dropped right down between his legs, falling into his pants, and he spits in his free hand, slicking his fingers up, reaching around and teasing his hole. it's never going to be enough, he knows that, but he starts to jerk his cock harder, pushing a finger inside of himself with a groan of pain, bearing through it to feel any thickness in his ass. it's not much of a fingerfuck. it's true that he's not incredibly experienced, that lube is essential for him at this stage in his sexual exploration. it makes him moan harder though, hand furiously jacking himself off.
he comes, hard, streams of it shooting up over his shirt, some getting in his hair, finger stilling and resting where it is as he lets his orgasm ride out. his head tilts, forehead resting on the wall of the stall, swallowing hard, breathing out, shaking from the experience.
dirty as fuck really, jerking off so aggressively in the public bathroom at one of his places of employment. he's made a hot mess, too, come all over himself, coating his fingers, a bit sliding down his neck. he curses under his breath, settling back down, taking a couple of minutes to just rest.
his hand dips down to get his device with the hand he'd been fingering himself with, standing and tugging his jeans up. he's absolutely going to be dick out, covered in some come in the time it takes to get some paper-towels. he spots himself in the floor length mirror though, and that's when he decides that that is when he'll take a picture.
it's a mirror selfie, jeans still open, tip of his cock peeking out above the line of his boxers. another playful wink, and he straight up does shoot the universal sign for rock, devil horns with one hand, the one that's clearly coated in come. streak of sticky mess in some of his curls, lines of it along his shirt, dab on his throat. he sends it off, slipping his device into his pocket, setting to clean up with paper-towels and water. the best he can, anyway. nothing's going to get the smell of his own jizz out of his clothes and hair other than a damn shower.
seems like Eddie's had a much better time, a brighter day, with all of those delightfully received texts. once he's finished cleaning up, he types again. ]
Thanks. :)
And for the record, yes, I do want you to fuck me all night. Keep me filled up. Get every little fantasy I might have outta me. It's a damn good reward.
[ there's a long pause before eddie's next text, and wash is happy to relish that, knowing exactly what must be happening, waiting patiently, knowing that what he'll get is going to be more than worth the wait -- and there it is, a picture taken in the mirror. some of his cheeky attitude back again, clearly more himself after being allowed to relieve that pressure, but an absolute goddamn mess. his fingers dripping with come even as he throws up those horns, some of it noticeably in his curls, against his shirt, and wash thinks immediately of pushing him against that mirror and tonguing that dab of come off of his neck, tightening his hand around his throat to hear him gasp and moan from it as he snakes his hand down to touch his oversensitive cock.
fuck. he really is getting a little too caught up in this. but its been a little while since he's had someone quite so earnest and eager to play with, and -- surely there's no harm in indulging.
the one biggest problem wash is having with eddie so far is that he's almost too eager. wash does his best to be some level of responsible ( there's part of him that always, always craves to blur the line, but its not something he'd push onto anyone he's just met, let alone anyone so clearly inexperienced and sweet ), but it's almost difficult to pace himself when every gentle suggestion is met not just with approval but with eddie almost doubling down.
he thinks of training eddie even better. that the guy hasn't even owned a dildo before now, so a plug's probably out of the question, but fuck if he doesn't love the thought of being the one to introduce him to that, too. not yet, he resolves. eventually, later, and does quietly note that that does mean he's already planning on carrying this on for a while, and. yes. of course he is. why wouldn't he. ]
I can't wait either, Eddie.
[ that's a thing to emphasize and communicate that wash is doing quite on purpose. for different people he might hold them back, keep them wanting and desperate, but he can see already eddie's response to withholding but also encouragement. and the truth of it is for as much as he's playing into making eddie crave him, keeping him as desperate and wanting as possible, wash wants him, too. ]
You should start making better guesses for both our sakes, I suppose. Or just more of them.
[ some people have post nut clarity, eddie usually has even more inclination toward teasing and humor at his disposal, creeping back up once he's not so stifled and pent up. ]
:) Well I'm shit at this, so I guess more volume is what it'll have to be.
You really wanna see proof of me having my mouth used and covered in loads and loads of come? Not that I'm questioning how serious you are. I just know it'd be a hell of a lot more fun to have you fuck my face.
[ his determination will become more desperate in the next few days, after he keeps failing to find this guy. it'll probably take a physical nudge to get him really moving and grooving, though he isn't imagining what could happen as he's leaving himself so vulnerable, eager interest exposed and right there to snatch up.
he continues to storm in with answers, falling in deeper and pushing back when his cock is aching, or when his brain does that thing where he doesn't think a sentence fully through before he types it and hits send. he just wants, aware of how much he's already said yes to, wanting to earn the reward of finding this fucking dude. ]
I mean either way Don't remember the last time I came that hard.
[ so even if whatever he may get to have with sir takes more time to receive, what he's been doing up until now? sleazy blowjobs and selfies taken by those he's serviced, snapping photos of his own cock and come. asking, begging and eager to get permission to come? twisting his body up and down on those dildos. it's all doing a lot for him, more than maybe it rightfully should be able to, and he'll keep leaning in.
for now he's going to dip out of jolene's, go home, take a damn shower. ]
Think of how hard you'll come when you have my cock inside you, then.
[ heh.
wash doesn't need to look up the older pictures eddie has sent -- he's deleted most of them, just out of practicality, a paranoid man who safeguards his information and doesn't idea of storing anything on a device provided to him by the city. it helps that he can simply remember, everything he sees written perfectly to memory, and he can picture eddie on his knees with his outstretched tongue coated with come, dripping down his chin. he doesn't think he'll get tired of seeing those pictures anytime soon, especially with the visceral thrill of knowing what eddie is doing to himself on his orders. ]
You've had a while to look for me. Turns out you're bad at it.
What do you think you're looking for now?
[ there was something he found ridiculously arousing but eddie describing who he thought the stranger on the other end of the line was. a different type of man might worry about whether he'll live up to eddie's expectations, but instead he kind of revels listening to him just fantasize. ]
[ eddie's starting to think that this guy's main kink is slamming right back into getting someone hard again asap after they've come. because that is, of course, what happens as his path takes him back to his house. it's becoming quite a routine, strain in his jeans mostly from how sensitive his cock is after he'd furiously jerked off. there's no version of ache that's going to stop him from thinking about having that cock, seared into his mind at this point after looking at that single picture so many times, filling up his ass. ]
Yeah. No problem at all doing that.
[ shit though, this question takes him back to their first series of texts. when he'd cockily made some very vague, basic guesses to how he might be able to sniff him out. his instincts have been off, clearly, and he rolls his eyes at this man stating the goddamn fucking obvious.
but.
he wants to answer, taking a couple of minutes to contemplate. ]
Oh, I don't know. Fucking clearly. Maybe someone who's body language screams that they just love long walks on the beach?
Or maybe pina coladas? Getting caught in the rain?
[ expecting everyone to be familiar with all of the songs he knows, silly goose. he doesn't cease typing though, knowing the answers are cheeky, that they're not what's been asked for, so the dots are still poppin' as he types. ]
Someone who's alone. There before the show starts. Giving me plenty of time to make these guesses. Probably hot. Physically looks strong. Quiet. Unassuming.
That's probably why I'm shitty at this. I get distracted easy.
[ eddie's not wrong, really. wash has many kinks but what drives most of them is how much he loves overwhelming someone, taking someone and learning them inside and out and tuning himself to everything about them and using everything at his disposal to reduce them to nothing but pleasure and sensation. that's much harder to do to someone when he's not physically present, but it informs his behaviour regardless.
he's not wrong on other fronts, either. getting closer. alone is a good one, maybe obvious but also a clear indicator, wash would never be coming to these things with company. quiet and unassuming too is more on the money. wash isn't exactly slight of stature, he's tall and broad and tends to have a certain intensity about him -- up close, at least. otherwise, he's very, very good at just kind of being overlooked. he doesn't like to call attention to himself, and knows better than most the value of being underestimated.
he does note, with some wry amusement, that eddie's gone from imagining him as hot to probably hot. he doesn't take offense, but he does remember these things. ]
I've done yoga.
[ and he likes to think he has a half brain. and yes, unironically, does do yoga. it's not his go-to, but he likes bodyweight-based fitness in general, and the meditativeness of it is helpful for a man with raging control issues. but congratulations eddie your joke song got an actual answer out of him, even if it's inconsequential; wash isn't above joking along with him after all. this is a game, at the end of the day, and he understands already that playing will likely be what works well for eddie. as is praise, a gentle affirmation that he's on the right track -- couched in some more filth, for good measure. ]
You're getting warmer. Keep it up and maybe you'll be right here beside me before too long. My hand in your hair, pushing your mouth down onto my cock.
You think you'll miss letting strangers use your mouth?
[ distractions really have led to his delay in finding this man sooner, but there’s always so much activity at jolene’s once the bar opens for the night. it’s frustrating, but the time that’s elapsed is also giving him room to make better guesses at what to look for, perhaps.
he’s positively tickled when his teasing with lyrics is reciprocated. so this guy has a good sense of humor too, he thinks. hopes. he’s a few seconds from continuing along that line a bit more until those next texts roll in to right him right back onto consistently being turned on by this man.
his stomach feels like it tumbles and rolls in place at his second instinct to that question. his first being, of course he won’t miss it. why would he? the reason for his mouth and throat being used though, it sends a shiver coursing up his spine.
well, fuck. not only is he imagining what it will be like to have fingers wrapped up in his hair to push his head down, his mouth full of the cock he’s been pining over (not at all embarrassing, really, nope), but now his arousal is being fueled by a desire to want to continue having this person somehow lay claim over him. super dangerous probably, but at this point he’s learned that brutal honesty works in his favor here, so.
first though, he shoots his shot from one angle. where’s the harm? he’s expects it to be ignored or to get a no, but that won’t stop him from making a request. ]
I could probably use a clue. :)
I’ll miss your reaction to the aftermath of them fucking my throat.
[ plus side to this: guess who’s awkwardly learning the all important skill of deepthroating this week? thanks, sir. ]
[ one of wash's problems here is that even with as careful as he's being he's underestimating eddie's level of inexperience. if he knew that eddie had basically been learning to deepthroat thanks to him, that would sure add another dimension to the raw possessive thrill of all of it.
there's plenty of possessive thrill already. ]
You can have a clue if you earn it.
[ simple. what does he need to do to earn it? keep being a good boy, of course. wash will give him things to do if he asks, but he's not specifying off the bat very much on purpose. maybe eddie's imagination might land them somewhere interesting. ]
I don't think I will. We can have you sending me different ones by then.
[ he's very happy to continue laying claim over him. always laying out breadcrumbs of it, just to see how eddie might respond, ready to shift and adjust his approach if necessary, only to find eddie lapping most of them up eagerly and only wanting for more. ]
[ if only you'd give in and meet him face to face. eddie generally dumps info on people about his life pretty quickly once there's a rapport built up, but he hasn't had the opportunity to say that he's an outcast at home and the vast majority of any sexual experiences he had there were with women too old for him at the bar he and his band played at. one doesn't exactly expend a lot of energy on trying to seriously flirt or woo one's peers when the vast majority of them think you're a freak.
anyway. his inexperience hasn't stopped him from doing what he's wanted to, yet. he even answers questions about it honestly, when prompted. then again, he's only verbalized it of his own accord to one guy in town, the first guy he'd ever been with.
he frowns a little at that. eddie always touts his own creativity though, humming under his breath when he reads the last response. so this will keep up then, and he's really only letting men who aren't this guy use his mouth at the command of this fuckin' guy. so, that's about as far as the desire to keep doing that goes. ]
Well, I'd rather suck your cock anyway, so. Good.
So this earning it. You mean like a one off sort of deal or something more long term, that you want me to do to earn it? I mean I'm already doing so much as it is. [ he really is okay, it's not even meant to be a smartass remark, just brashly stated. ]
Maybe I could tell you exactly what I want you to do to me when I finally pick you out of the crowd.
[ he's always into a lot of dirty talk, after all. it's a pretty specific offer, bound to be overly detailed with run-on sentences and maybe stumbling ideas with how this man's already made him feel so vulnerable. but, he suggests it to see what reply he gets. ]
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he can't imagine it'll take too long to get off, device resting in his hand, pressed up to hold against his leg, vibration from more texts stealing his focus, making his cock twitch.
instinctually his hand slows as he flips the device over, peering down at the screen, already moaning at the raunchy words, how long they go on, how deliberate it feels that they're being sent with his hand wrapped around his dick. how it's another gift. he can't take the time to type, staring at those sentences, re-reading them, wanting and needing, desperate to come, as if it's at their behest.
his head sort of spins a bit, hand dragging up and down a little slower when his brain registers the last questions past just how they'd made him feel at face value. he'll do that one-handed texting maneuver, suddenly needing to. ]
please. yes. wanna be good for you, take it all
i need you to fuck me
[ not a lot, but it's the best he's got, all of those words sweeping over him, cock throbbing in his hand as he picks up a steady, hard pace again. hips thrusting up, thinking about what'll be like to have his ass full of cock. ]
waiting for you
[ just bringing more ache to his body, playing as close to perfect in this game as he can, following each rule that's been set on his behalf.
it's becoming addicting, taking pictures of his cock to send, so he does just that. he pauses long enough to snap it, fingers at the base of his thick and stiff cock, so close to coming, a photo deliberately of his proximity to climax.
there's been no direct request this time for this either, but his mind rattles with the idea of asking for permission to actually get off. it isn't part of the deal, not that he remembers, only having that tied in on their first day of talking, those texts back and forth where he'd taken several photos showing just how hard he'd been until he was told he could touch himself, told he could come. he grips the tip of his cock, smearing precome around. ]
can i come for you
sir?
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and then there's another picture he takes, completely unprompted now, what a very, very good boy. his cockhead swollen and leaking precome, his fingers wrapped around himself, clearly throbbing in his hand, so very, very close. and again, wash hadn't asked for it, but eddie is a natural, asks for permision, sweetened with a sir. ]
You're such a good boy for me, Eddie.
I want you to think about just how good it's gonna feel when you finally have my cock inside you. How I'm gonna take you home and tie you up and make every little dirty fantasy of yours come true, everything you asked me for and more. Your reward for getting this right is gonna be my cock in your ass, again and again, keeping you full and filled up all night long, and that's exactly what you want, isn't it?
[ a purposeful pause. just to draw it out longer. in the future maybe he'll draw that out even longer and more, but for now, he's forgiving enough. ]
Go on and come for me.
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he whines out a groan when he reads that first text, hand having stilled at the base of his cock, waiting with no real patience. he's driven by a desire he doesn't have the words to describe, thumb rubbing idly along his shaft, muscles of his belly tensing and flinching. body feeling betrayed by the sudden loss of friction, but it feels worth it when he gets a whole new series of sentences.
it's like he can hear being told he's a good boy for this guy, whispered in his ear, voice unknown but with a tone of approval and admiration. there's a whimper, need splitting down his cock, balls aching in his boxers. it can't be helped, he has to push his jeans further down, groaning as air hits more of his lower half. he's kneeling now, reading, humming with need. holy fuck, how is he not better prepared with lube and one of those toys, ass adding its lack of sensation to the mix.
so, he reads, reads again, and again, committing most of it to memory, stroking slightly, the words he craves the most finally coming in. ] Fuck.
[ the device is dropped right down between his legs, falling into his pants, and he spits in his free hand, slicking his fingers up, reaching around and teasing his hole. it's never going to be enough, he knows that, but he starts to jerk his cock harder, pushing a finger inside of himself with a groan of pain, bearing through it to feel any thickness in his ass. it's not much of a fingerfuck. it's true that he's not incredibly experienced, that lube is essential for him at this stage in his sexual exploration. it makes him moan harder though, hand furiously jacking himself off.
he comes, hard, streams of it shooting up over his shirt, some getting in his hair, finger stilling and resting where it is as he lets his orgasm ride out. his head tilts, forehead resting on the wall of the stall, swallowing hard, breathing out, shaking from the experience.
dirty as fuck really, jerking off so aggressively in the public bathroom at one of his places of employment. he's made a hot mess, too, come all over himself, coating his fingers, a bit sliding down his neck. he curses under his breath, settling back down, taking a couple of minutes to just rest.
his hand dips down to get his device with the hand he'd been fingering himself with, standing and tugging his jeans up. he's absolutely going to be dick out, covered in some come in the time it takes to get some paper-towels. he spots himself in the floor length mirror though, and that's when he decides that that is when he'll take a picture.
it's a mirror selfie, jeans still open, tip of his cock peeking out above the line of his boxers. another playful wink, and he straight up does shoot the universal sign for rock, devil horns with one hand, the one that's clearly coated in come. streak of sticky mess in some of his curls, lines of it along his shirt, dab on his throat. he sends it off, slipping his device into his pocket, setting to clean up with paper-towels and water. the best he can, anyway. nothing's going to get the smell of his own jizz out of his clothes and hair other than a damn shower.
seems like Eddie's had a much better time, a brighter day, with all of those delightfully received texts. once he's finished cleaning up, he types again. ]
Thanks.
:)
And for the record, yes, I do want you to fuck me all night.
Keep me filled up.
Get every little fantasy I might have outta me.
It's a damn good reward.
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fuck. he really is getting a little too caught up in this. but its been a little while since he's had someone quite so earnest and eager to play with, and -- surely there's no harm in indulging.
the one biggest problem wash is having with eddie so far is that he's almost too eager. wash does his best to be some level of responsible ( there's part of him that always, always craves to blur the line, but its not something he'd push onto anyone he's just met, let alone anyone so clearly inexperienced and sweet ), but it's almost difficult to pace himself when every gentle suggestion is met not just with approval but with eddie almost doubling down.
he thinks of training eddie even better. that the guy hasn't even owned a dildo before now, so a plug's probably out of the question, but fuck if he doesn't love the thought of being the one to introduce him to that, too. not yet, he resolves. eventually, later, and does quietly note that that does mean he's already planning on carrying this on for a while, and. yes. of course he is. why wouldn't he. ]
I can't wait either, Eddie.
[ that's a thing to emphasize and communicate that wash is doing quite on purpose. for different people he might hold them back, keep them wanting and desperate, but he can see already eddie's response to withholding but also encouragement. and the truth of it is for as much as he's playing into making eddie crave him, keeping him as desperate and wanting as possible, wash wants him, too. ]
You should start making better guesses for both our sakes, I suppose. Or just more of them.
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:)
Well I'm shit at this, so I guess more volume is what it'll have to be.
You really wanna see proof of me having my mouth used and covered in loads and loads of come? Not that I'm questioning how serious you are. I just know it'd be a hell of a lot more fun to have you fuck my face.
[ his determination will become more desperate in the next few days, after he keeps failing to find this guy. it'll probably take a physical nudge to get him really moving and grooving, though he isn't imagining what could happen as he's leaving himself so vulnerable, eager interest exposed and right there to snatch up.
he continues to storm in with answers, falling in deeper and pushing back when his cock is aching, or when his brain does that thing where he doesn't think a sentence fully through before he types it and hits send. he just wants, aware of how much he's already said yes to, wanting to earn the reward of finding this fucking dude. ]
I mean either way
Don't remember the last time I came that hard.
[ so even if whatever he may get to have with sir takes more time to receive, what he's been doing up until now? sleazy blowjobs and selfies taken by those he's serviced, snapping photos of his own cock and come. asking, begging and eager to get permission to come? twisting his body up and down on those dildos. it's all doing a lot for him, more than maybe it rightfully should be able to, and he'll keep leaning in.
for now he's going to dip out of jolene's, go home, take a damn shower. ]
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[ heh.
wash doesn't need to look up the older pictures eddie has sent -- he's deleted most of them, just out of practicality, a paranoid man who safeguards his information and doesn't idea of storing anything on a device provided to him by the city. it helps that he can simply remember, everything he sees written perfectly to memory, and he can picture eddie on his knees with his outstretched tongue coated with come, dripping down his chin. he doesn't think he'll get tired of seeing those pictures anytime soon, especially with the visceral thrill of knowing what eddie is doing to himself on his orders. ]
You've had a while to look for me. Turns out you're bad at it.
What do you think you're looking for now?
[ there was something he found ridiculously arousing but eddie describing who he thought the stranger on the other end of the line was. a different type of man might worry about whether he'll live up to eddie's expectations, but instead he kind of revels listening to him just fantasize. ]
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Yeah. No problem at all doing that.
[ shit though, this question takes him back to their first series of texts. when he'd cockily made some very vague, basic guesses to how he might be able to sniff him out. his instincts have been off, clearly, and he rolls his eyes at this man stating the goddamn fucking obvious.
but.
he wants to answer, taking a couple of minutes to contemplate. ]
Oh, I don't know. Fucking clearly.
Maybe someone who's body language screams that they just love long walks on the beach?
Or maybe pina coladas?
Getting caught in the rain?
[ expecting everyone to be familiar with all of the songs he knows, silly goose. he doesn't cease typing though, knowing the answers are cheeky, that they're not what's been asked for, so the dots are still poppin' as he types. ]
Someone who's alone. There before the show starts. Giving me plenty of time to make these guesses. Probably hot. Physically looks strong. Quiet. Unassuming.
That's probably why I'm shitty at this. I get distracted easy.
[ by louder, fellow boisterous people. ]
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he's not wrong on other fronts, either. getting closer. alone is a good one, maybe obvious but also a clear indicator, wash would never be coming to these things with company. quiet and unassuming too is more on the money. wash isn't exactly slight of stature, he's tall and broad and tends to have a certain intensity about him -- up close, at least. otherwise, he's very, very good at just kind of being overlooked. he doesn't like to call attention to himself, and knows better than most the value of being underestimated.
he does note, with some wry amusement, that eddie's gone from imagining him as hot to probably hot. he doesn't take offense, but he does remember these things. ]
I've done yoga.
[ and he likes to think he has a half brain. and yes, unironically, does do yoga. it's not his go-to, but he likes bodyweight-based fitness in general, and the meditativeness of it is helpful for a man with raging control issues. but congratulations eddie your joke song got an actual answer out of him, even if it's inconsequential; wash isn't above joking along with him after all. this is a game, at the end of the day, and he understands already that playing will likely be what works well for eddie. as is praise, a gentle affirmation that he's on the right track -- couched in some more filth, for good measure. ]
You're getting warmer. Keep it up and maybe you'll be right here beside me before too long. My hand in your hair, pushing your mouth down onto my cock.
You think you'll miss letting strangers use your mouth?
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he’s positively tickled when his teasing with lyrics is reciprocated. so this guy has a good sense of humor too, he thinks. hopes. he’s a few seconds from continuing along that line a bit more until those next texts roll in to right him right back onto consistently being turned on by this man.
his stomach feels like it tumbles and rolls in place at his second instinct to that question. his first being, of course he won’t miss it. why would he? the reason for his mouth and throat being used though, it sends a shiver coursing up his spine.
well, fuck. not only is he imagining what it will be like to have fingers wrapped up in his hair to push his head down, his mouth full of the cock he’s been pining over (not at all embarrassing, really, nope), but now his arousal is being fueled by a desire to want to continue having this person somehow lay claim over him. super dangerous probably, but at this point he’s learned that brutal honesty works in his favor here, so.
first though, he shoots his shot from one angle. where’s the harm? he’s expects it to be ignored or to get a no, but that won’t stop him from making a request. ]
I could probably use a clue. :)
I’ll miss your reaction to the aftermath of them fucking my throat.
[ plus side to this: guess who’s awkwardly learning the all important skill of deepthroating this week? thanks, sir. ]
Are you gonna miss getting those pictures?
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there's plenty of possessive thrill already. ]
You can have a clue if you earn it.
[ simple. what does he need to do to earn it? keep being a good boy, of course. wash will give him things to do if he asks, but he's not specifying off the bat very much on purpose. maybe eddie's imagination might land them somewhere interesting. ]
I don't think I will. We can have you sending me different ones by then.
[ he's very happy to continue laying claim over him. always laying out breadcrumbs of it, just to see how eddie might respond, ready to shift and adjust his approach if necessary, only to find eddie lapping most of them up eagerly and only wanting for more. ]
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anyway. his inexperience hasn't stopped him from doing what he's wanted to, yet. he even answers questions about it honestly, when prompted. then again, he's only verbalized it of his own accord to one guy in town, the first guy he'd ever been with.
he frowns a little at that. eddie always touts his own creativity though, humming under his breath when he reads the last response. so this will keep up then, and he's really only letting men who aren't this guy use his mouth at the command of this fuckin' guy. so, that's about as far as the desire to keep doing that goes. ]
Well, I'd rather suck your cock anyway, so. Good.
So this earning it. You mean like a one off sort of deal or something more long term, that you want me to do to earn it? I mean I'm already doing so much as it is. [ he really is okay, it's not even meant to be a smartass remark, just brashly stated. ]
Maybe I could tell you exactly what I want you to do to me when I finally pick you out of the crowd.
[ he's always into a lot of dirty talk, after all. it's a pretty specific offer, bound to be overly detailed with run-on sentences and maybe stumbling ideas with how this man's already made him feel so vulnerable. but, he suggests it to see what reply he gets. ]