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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[ 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. ]