[ he doesn't know how true it is whenever eddie insists its the best he's ever felt -- but whenever wash sees it from him, especially now that he's heard him say it in his voice, in person. eddie certainly does seem to believe it, fully, wholly, that daddy's made him feel better than anything else, made him come harder than anyone else, that being good for daddy is all he wants to do. and that's nicer. intoxicating.
those pictures are good, too. wash takes the time to admire them, that toy ( a little possessive twist of heat moving through him, too, knowing that its specifically one that he'd bought for him ), quietly pleased as eddie's next messages come rolling in, recognizing the way he makes a point of emphasizing that daddy would be the only one to make him mess up over his guitar playing, painting such a pretty picture of eddie begging for him not just on stage for everyone to hear but right into a microphone, shameless, wanting.
he doesn't answer the question yet. ]
You'd start begging right into the microphone, all the music stopping? Everyone just watching you, jaws dropped. They didn't come here for that kind of show, just wanted some live music, but there you are on stage too desperate for daddy's cock to wait for later.
But you'd still have to wait a little longer. Wait for me to get up, walk up to the stage. You'd watch me get closer, my eyes locked on you the whole time, make some of those desperate little sounds you always make, soft and whiny but picked up on the mic for everyone to hear. Just watching me walk up to you makes you already want to fall to your knees, makes you want to just strip down and start jerking off on stage, but you want to be good for me, don't you, so you don't do anything until I tell you to, except keep pleading.
And I won't even wait. I wouldn't stop in front of you. I'd move right behind you, grab you by the back of your neck. Bend you over so fast you almost fall over, make you catch yourself against one of the amps on stage. No time to steady yourself, no time to think, just my hand on the back of your neck and then pulling down your jeans, and everyone is still watching you when I pull out my cock.
Go ahead, baby. You can put it inside you, just like Daddy would push his cock inside you right on stage. Not even waiting for you to get ready, not even saying anything to you, just bending you over and fucking inside your pretty little hole, because that's what its for, that's what you're for, and Daddy's gonna put his cock inside you whenever he wants.
[ as always, wash draws it out. continues to add brushstrokes to the canvas of their mutual imaginings. eddie can't help but whine over it, wanting the more pressing request answered more quickly. but, he's obedient. good, always well-behaved. it's difficult, being willing to press a dildo idly to his ass when he wants it inside of him so desperately, but eddie's addicted to how reading, focusing on, wash's words makes him feel, makes him want him even more. always has him in the space of wanting to see how good it'll feel to be good for daddy, rather than giving in and doing what he might with anyone else. ]
You know how desperate I am for you all the time, Daddy. I'm sure it's a sight, even if someone's not expecting to see me like that, get even more of a free show out of coming on a night like this.
[ and, well, eddie might (probably wouldn't, but maybe) do a better job in person of speaking in response, delivering more details on how he'd respond to wash moving up like that. how he'd grab onto him, how he'd push him down, make eddie grab onto an amp, get his jeans down and pull out that cock his baby's so obsessed with. instead, though, he gets all sorts of drunk on the detailing, the imagery, groaning over not touching his own cock, not doing more.
not until daddy gives him that green flag, and eddie keeps reading the rest of those words rather than pushing forward. ]
okay, daddy
[ always taking wash basically as literally as he can, and eddie goes to put the tip of the dildo daddy got special just for him into his hole, sliding it in. just a touch of lube he'd already put on it, but otherwise, he works it in, gradual and easy, adjusting to its size and rolling his head in place as it goes flush inside of him.
much harder to take a photo this way, too, but he'll do it for you, daddy. just, a shot of his ass full of that dildo, then another as it's halfway out.
and with those two photos sent, it's another couple of minutes before he sends another text. good boys who have been told they can fuck themselves with their dildos are gonna do just that. ]
it's just for you, daddy to fuck it whenever you want however and wherever how does that look, daddy?
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[ he doesn't know how true it is whenever eddie insists its the best he's ever felt -- but whenever wash sees it from him, especially now that he's heard him say it in his voice, in person. eddie certainly does seem to believe it, fully, wholly, that daddy's made him feel better than anything else, made him come harder than anyone else, that being good for daddy is all he wants to do. and that's nicer. intoxicating.
those pictures are good, too. wash takes the time to admire them, that toy ( a little possessive twist of heat moving through him, too, knowing that its specifically one that he'd bought for him ), quietly pleased as eddie's next messages come rolling in, recognizing the way he makes a point of emphasizing that daddy would be the only one to make him mess up over his guitar playing, painting such a pretty picture of eddie begging for him not just on stage for everyone to hear but right into a microphone, shameless, wanting.
he doesn't answer the question yet. ]
You'd start begging right into the microphone, all the music stopping? Everyone just watching you, jaws dropped. They didn't come here for that kind of show, just wanted some live music, but there you are on stage too desperate for daddy's cock to wait for later.
But you'd still have to wait a little longer. Wait for me to get up, walk up to the stage. You'd watch me get closer, my eyes locked on you the whole time, make some of those desperate little sounds you always make, soft and whiny but picked up on the mic for everyone to hear. Just watching me walk up to you makes you already want to fall to your knees, makes you want to just strip down and start jerking off on stage, but you want to be good for me, don't you, so you don't do anything until I tell you to, except keep pleading.
And I won't even wait. I wouldn't stop in front of you. I'd move right behind you, grab you by the back of your neck. Bend you over so fast you almost fall over, make you catch yourself against one of the amps on stage. No time to steady yourself, no time to think, just my hand on the back of your neck and then pulling down your jeans, and everyone is still watching you when I pull out my cock.
Go ahead, baby. You can put it inside you, just like Daddy would push his cock inside you right on stage. Not even waiting for you to get ready, not even saying anything to you, just bending you over and fucking inside your pretty little hole, because that's what its for, that's what you're for, and Daddy's gonna put his cock inside you whenever he wants.
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You know how desperate I am for you all the time, Daddy. I'm sure it's a sight, even if someone's not expecting to see me like that, get even more of a free show out of coming on a night like this.
[ and, well, eddie might (probably wouldn't, but maybe) do a better job in person of speaking in response, delivering more details on how he'd respond to wash moving up like that. how he'd grab onto him, how he'd push him down, make eddie grab onto an amp, get his jeans down and pull out that cock his baby's so obsessed with. instead, though, he gets all sorts of drunk on the detailing, the imagery, groaning over not touching his own cock, not doing more.
not until daddy gives him that green flag, and eddie keeps reading the rest of those words rather than pushing forward. ]
okay, daddy
[ always taking wash basically as literally as he can, and eddie goes to put the tip of the dildo daddy got special just for him into his hole, sliding it in. just a touch of lube he'd already put on it, but otherwise, he works it in, gradual and easy, adjusting to its size and rolling his head in place as it goes flush inside of him.
much harder to take a photo this way, too, but he'll do it for you, daddy. just, a shot of his ass full of that dildo, then another as it's halfway out.
and with those two photos sent, it's another couple of minutes before he sends another text. good boys who have been told they can fuck themselves with their dildos are gonna do just that. ]
it's just for you, daddy
to fuck it whenever you want
however and wherever
how does that look, daddy?