[ wash wishes he could see him, really, but he can picture it perfectly, especially with those sounds he makes. whining, mewling, keening and wanting, the catch of breath and the shameless moan that has wash knowing that his baby is doing just as he's told, fingering himself nice and deep. he's quiet for a while, just listening, drinking in every word eddie gives him, every trembling gasp and moan, how he can hear his breathing quiver with all his breathless panting. ]
Fuck, I know you're so hungry for it. Daddy's good little cumslut.
[ he'll ease back a little, though. raw, possessive, but letting some of that gentle fondness ease back to his voice even through that rumbling growl, even though that half almost-groan he doesn't hold back, just to let eddie hear it through the device, pumping his hand languidly over his cock as he talks to him. ]
You can touch yourself if you want, baby. Make yourself feel good. Think about how Daddy's cock would feel sliding into your dripping wet hole. All stretched out and fucked out from all the cocks you've taken today, so even Daddy's thick cock would just slide right in, make you feel so full. Think about how good it'd feel to have me, after thinking about me all day.
Even in the middle of all those men ready to fuck you silly if you asked, it still comes back to me, doesn't it? Daddy's good baby.
[ eddie can only affirm with a soft humming, that panting seamless as daddy praises how desperate he is, is as filthy about it as eddie wants him to be. anticipation to slot into being daddy's again, to spread his legs, get pushed down into a bed, races higher in eddie's bloodstream, a near anguishing sensation when he hears how wash lets himself almost groan over how he's clearly touching himself. an urge bubbles up to say fuck it, to leave then and there, even as his night has so much more potential, as he's not even been in attendance at the orgy for all that long. but then daddy gives him permission to touch himself, and eddie breathes out a reflexive whine. almost drops the device, fingers still sliding in and out of his ass, free hand about to fall to touch over his stiff cock.
eddie's voice drags out in a wordless hum, low and over what all wash is saying. god, he really doesn't want to stop finger fucking his hole, punctuated moans as he hits his prostate over and over, unable to keep that at bay as daddy speaks such alluring words.
it's not until that final praise floods his ears that his panting ceases into a held breath, fingers shifting out, scrabbling over his hip, settling onto his cock. immediately stroking, dragging precum down over his shaft, breathy, firmer moans at the more controlled pressure. ]
Mmhmm, Daddy. Always. It always comes back to you. Whenever I touch myself, when my ass is full. I can't help thinking about you. How you know just what I like. How -- wet you get my dick. [ as if there needed to be any further indication of how his physical focus has shifted. can't help talking about it, a faint slick sound as he strokes over himself, slickness on his fingers from his hole. ] Wish you were here, that you could...tell me that I'm good for you, Daddy, that I'm your good baby. Right in my ear. So you could see how good my cock looks in my hand. So your big, thick cock could just...slide inside me.
[ not holding back, but drawn in enough to all that daddy's saying to let his voice rise to the occasion of feeding into the fantasy even more. breathy and cut off here and there though, as always when wash has him riled. ]
You want, mm, you want me to come for you, Daddy? Get myself even messier before I go hop on another cock? I...mm, I wanna hear you come, Daddy. [ always very greedy, pushing for more and more of what he wants, willing to be as honest with daddy about what he wants. even if he knows it's wash that really guides this, even if his own interests really are very much adjusted to and also met, for the most part. ]
[ it is getting a little harder to talk just because wash is letting himself lose himself in this -- more than he usually would, getting caught up in it. but god, he likes hearing eddie talk like this, likes hearing how his words start to lose sense and rhythm too, how words give way to moans and breathless groans. he can just barely hear those slick sounds of him touching his cock and fuck, it turns wash on more knowing that he's hearing how wet he is from all the cum he's already taken inside him, from his own pre.
he starts to work over himself a little harder, faster. good pace, more than enough to get himself off, and while he normally pushes himself to hold back -- he doesn't, here. instead he pushes himself forward, lets eddie hear it, too, a deeper groan, the sound of his own hand working over himself, the shift of his weight in the chair where he's seated. ]
Yeah? Well -- Daddy wants to hear you come. I want you to come all over yourself -- and let me hear it. Make yourself an even bigger mess, just for me, just for Daddy, 'cause you know Daddy makes you come harder than anyone else.
And then you can tell me. Tell me how much you need me there with you. How much you wish you were bouncing in my lap right now. And you can make Daddy come.
You're my good baby, aren't you? My sweet little cumslut, all wet and filthy for me. All these men hungry for you and they have no idea that you'll still steal away in the middle of all of this just to tell Daddy how much you miss his cock, and how you're gonna be spending all day waiting for me --
[ his voice breaks off into another low groan, a quiet shudder that rumbles through him. ]
-- Gonna come for me, baby? Are you gonna be good for me?
[ hearing the sounds of them both stroking over their cocks has eddie's head spinning, the reality of how wash lets himself go more than usual absolutely clicking for him. it's unbelievably hot, that daddy's this worked up. from what, eddie doesn't go quite so far as to assess that, but it's kind of a given that the last texts he sent him included that video, so.
his fingers keep a steady pace, pushing closer to climax, faltering only enough to keep it at bay while he hears his daddy speak. eddie whimpers, moaning aloud, repeatedly and unabashed at the thought of letting daddy hear him come. all over himself, make a mess, do it hard because he's talking to daddy.
still difficult to totally let himself go, even with the assurance that he'll get to tell daddy just how much he needs him there, how we wishes he was riding his dick. but then his hand picks back up again, at the idea of daddy coming, that he'll get to make him come.
he hums out a shaky affirmative at being his good baby, another pitched whine, cock slick as it gets even stiffer, precum beading and being dragged down time and again. eddie pants, breathing harder with wash's groan, legs shaking at that rumble he can hear.
and just as wash asks that, asks if he's gonna come, if he's gonna be good, eddie mewls again, voice broken in a staggered cry, fingers almost losing their grip on his device as he captures it up, rustling sounding. he moans out, groaning loud and shamelessly as cum shoots up out of cock, eddie jerking his hand and positioning it so it spurts up over his chest, streaking his belly.
he keeps his hand on his cock, milking it, pace steady as he comes, fingers not drifting but easing. words do their best to tumble out of his lips, his tone fraying and fragmented, but eddie's determined to go headfirst in making daddy come next. ]
I miss your perfect cock, Daddy. Can't. Mm. I know. Know I'd come even harder with you inside me. Need you to mmm... [ panting through a swallow ] I need you here, with me. Wanna ride your dick. Feel you pump your cum inside me. Get me even hotter, wetter. Been waiting, just...all day for you. To take me. Use me. Fuck me just right, Daddy.
Mm...I need you, Daddy. Want you more than anyone. I need your cock. Need your cum. Need to feel you come inside me. Will you come for me, Daddy? Please.
[ just, begging at that point. and with a pained whine, his fingers do finally relent, resting over his shaft, breathing still heavy as he listens. ]
[ what wash works towards above all else is overwhelming someone -- pushing them to the edge, as far as possible and then even further, until he has them babbling and incoherent and utterly unable to do anything but surrender to him and his control. eddie has never been particularly resistant to it, and while he does love seeing him in person, has learned how to play his body like a finely tuned instrument -- there's something that's always nice about this. a callback to how they met, but also just a deep gratification in knowing that even like this, just words on a screen, just his voice in his ear, even miles away and in the middle of an orgy, eddie will bend to him.
he can hear it. eddie comes almost on command, and it's good, and wash has to force himself to slow down a little just to make sure he doesn't go as quickly with him, though he does make sure to give him some encouragement as he can hear him riding it out, milking the cum from his cock; ]
That's it, baby. So good for me, Daddy's good boy. Just like that.
[ but of course eddie is bowling into more before long, before he's even really steadied himself, and -- god, that's sexy, too. hearing just how out of sorts eddie is, how he clearly has a hard time stringing full sentences together, but how the words are just tumbling from him because he wants to, needs to hear daddy come almost as much as he wanted to come, as his sentences just fragment into begging, whining, pleading, just fragmented descriptions of just what he wants daddy to do.
and it does work. wash does answer him, between his quiet groans, disjointed little murmurs of how he's gonna do just that -- and the clearest sign of how he lets go is in how much more aggressive the words become, disjointed as they are. little detached murmurs of how daddy's going to find him, use him, fuck him on his cock like his good little toy, take his fucked out hole and ruin it even more, make you want that, you'd want that, eddie, wouldn't you, want to feel it --
and then he tumbles over the edge himself. a low, rumbling moan, his hips lifting into his hand, head falling back against the chair he's seated in -- his device slipping slightly from his grip before he shifts to make sure it's nicely held by his shoulder as he rides it out, working over his cock. his breathing slowly steadies, stills. ]
[ he'd expected to be distracted by wash, maybe dart off to corners a few times and really hone in on replying to daddy. but eddie couldn't have imagined how it might transpire, that he'd get to hear that voice he craves telling him just what to do, getting him to come on command, and then hearing daddy get off over the phone. a delightful first he's going to cherish.
lost in the praise of how good of a job he's doing, eddie's cum comes out even harder, drawn out of him by daddy. even when wash isn't physically there, he can make him have an orgasm more satisfying than any he's had that night. a boost to wash's ego he'll certainly unconsciously reveal at some point during the night, once they've met up probably.
he does love how he falls apart for his daddy, muscles tight and working to relax, clenching and releasing. his whole body feeling spent already, ass almost registering that it'd had daddy's cock. but, no, that thought just leaves him wanting wash even more. eddie's panting remains throughout how wash calls back, those filthy phrases he picks up, how they tumble sporadically but with confidence, tone aggressive and making his neck flush.
eddie's breath holds more as he hears wash get closer, when those murmurs cut off, a final consideration for just how much he does wanna feel daddy ruin his fucked out hole even more. he doesn't exhale as he latches onto hearing daddy come, that moan, how his body clearly shifts, his device maybe as well, the faint sound of wash's hand milking his cock. he breathes out a whimper when wash's breath steadies out. swallows at being called a good boy. bites down on his lip, legs quivering, knees touching together as he looks down over the mess he's made. ]
Mmhmm. [ an instant reply. ] I like cleaning it off of you. Your cock, your fingers. I'd get it all. Taste you and have you on my tongue for hours. [ still breathy and low, but a little more measured now. ] I'd show you how good I am for you, Daddy. Get you, just, sparkling clean with my tongue.
[ absolutely lost in his afterglow too, just leaving his words to linger regarding that. not thinking of what comes next, what else he might do, happy to just exist in the space of talking to daddy on the phone after they've both come. ]
[ wash is happy just to laze there for a little while as he lets that comfortable weight sink down into his muscles, that pleasant distant soreness, making some low contented sound, quiet and rumbling in his chest, lazily letting his hand drift up and down over his cock a few more times as he listens to eddie ramble about how he'd like to clean daddy off. there's a bit of a longer pause before wash answers, just to settle in that feeling -- just to listen to each other's breathing, for a little while. ]
Always a hard choice for me, Eddie. Love how much of a slut you are for Daddy's cum, but how am I supposed to choose between filling your ass, coming down your throat, all over your face?
[ feels different, intoxicating in the moment, to be listening to how wash's breath sounds over the phone. eddie knowing how they've both just come, the thrill of getting one another off through sexting and phone sex -- all while he's in the middle of a damn orgy. he mirrors that soft sound of contentment, easing back in his chair, continuing to peer down over himself.
he breathes out, a hum threatening to mingle in, tiredness slipping into the sound, as he listens. the sound repeats, lips turning up in a smile at the end. once he's asked that, can hear a gentle tease in daddy's voice. ]
Guess you'll have to keep me all night and day. Keep coming enough times until you fill all my holes. Got me covered in your cum. [ a soft, happy sigh at his own suggestion, creak of the chair as he leans back further into it. ] Or pick your favorite place to get off on me, in me. You know I love hearing how you like it best, Daddy. And I don't wanna waste your cum...
[ greedy. though wash absolutely does see it coming. he hums in amusement, just taking his time to respond, letting them both laze a little in the moment. no doubt eddie could use at least a little bit of an actual break inbetween all his fun. hope you're hydrating, eddie, cum doesn't count. ]
Mm. I like most ways I can leave my mark on you. But I think I like filling your ass.
I could come in your mouth, make you taste me, then flip you over and fuck your ass until I come again. Over and over. Putting load after load in your pretty little hole. Get you a plug to help you keep it all in.
[ don't mind him just casually dropping the idea of an anal plug in here. ]
You sure you don't want to just steal away from your orgy right now, Eddie? [ teasing, light, a bit of that purr easing back into his voice. ]
[ eddie probably should take a swing by that aftercare room that dorian had the foresight to set up, if for nothing else other than getting a bottle of water. he likely will too, racing pleasure and need having softened now that he's came with wash. always getting taken care of by daddy, even across the device.
there's a satisfied smile that lingers on his lips, genuine and warm, breathing out happily with faint hums at how wash speaks, what he says. those words have him anticipating, able to appreciate them for later suggestions rather than needing to hear more and more so he can get off. he keeps a looser hold on his device, head rolling in place, hand at his cock shifting to rest over his thigh. he noticeably breathes in at the idea of daddy getting him a plug. he's seen them, of course. hasn't used one.
then another phrase he recognizes as teasing him, familiar purr in daddy's tone causing his smile to lift even higher. ]
Even if I wanted to, I think I'd get...awfully distracted on my way back out into the fray, Daddy. Guess we'll have to wait until later for you to really leave your marks all over me. Get me so full it's like your cum's all that's even in me anymore. Could probably use one of those...plugs to do just that. [ just parroting a little back, but such is his way when daddy says something particularly intriguing and sexy. ] Haven't had one of those inside me before. Kinda want you to be the first one who pops one in.
[ he does, too, dragging teeth along with bottom lip as he makes a wistful sound over the thought. stays lost and lazy in talking to daddy. ]
[ of course eddie would respond positively to anything new daddy even gently suggests to him. eager, demanding, even talking about doing it later tonight. eddie's body is going to be far too sore and he could do with an actual rest, especially when wash isn't intending on going easy on him when he sees him. ]
I'm going to be the first. [ simple, the same way he carries his authority, not asked or demanded but simply expected; no statement about how he wants to be the first, but simply that he will be. ] And you're gonna keep saving these things for me.
[ more firsts for him to take with eddie, more marks for him to leave on him, possessive and lasting deeper than any bruise or bite. ]
Maybe you can get yourself one. I'll pay for it. But you can pick one out for yourself. Look through the options thinking about how they'll feel in your ass, about how good it's gonna feel being so full of Daddy's cum, about which one Daddy might like most seeing in you. [ a quiet hum, pleased and sated. ] We can take our time, with that.
[ never one to hesitate, or to fully consider every detail or ramification of if he really were to experience any and every sex thing that his daddy may suggest. it feels good, serving both their wants, when eddie's so eager, so of course it's how he reacts.
a heated twist of anticipation, the desire to really give wash that, what he's saying he wants, brings a hum out of eddie's lips. tiny click of a sound as they press together, opening as wash goes on. ]
I am. [ only a hint of question in his tone, slipped in on purpose but mostly a product of how intoxicating it feels to hear daddy say that, that he wants to have eddie's firsts, that he expects to have them reserved for him. ] Plenty of firsts, I think. [ you hear, see, things, especially in duplicity! ] It's...really nice, when I get to do something with you for the first time, Daddy. I'll save 'em for you. [ he's in, committed to saving these things for wash, voice all thicker and heady.
he shifts in the chair, head tilting as he listens, another lazy sound of approval faintly over what daddy suggests regarding this plug. heat races through his chest, down into his legs. ] Slower, huh? [ that's what taking their time means, yeah? happily content to listen and be receptive, voice a touch brighter, speaking right to daddy, focusing just on him and the device. ] I'll look for one. Show you what I find. I'm sure there's a lot of options. Might have to buy me more than one, so I can make sure you like 'em.
[ of course, at this point, focused entirely on how daddy would react to whatever he picked out, the concept very narrow, specific to being good for wash. it'll be an interesting product for him to explore, later, when he's not covered in his own cum, wishing for daddy to be there to fuck him over and over again. ]
[ eddie echoing back and affirming that quiet thread of possessiveness is -- nice, makes a quiet warmth coil in his stomach. especially the idea of it being so intentional, blatant, a touch of mutual possessiveness they're both leaning into, said in that voice. wash knows it so well by now, the way eddie's voice gets a little thicker, when more arousal pulses through him even when he's just come, lazy and sated.
he makes some soft, affirming sound. ]
You can take your time to make sure you find something we'll both like. Maybe if you keep being a good little slut for Daddy, I might reward you, let you get more than one. A few different sizes for you to get used to it, work yourself up until you can learn to keep Daddy's cum inside you all day.
You want that, don't you? Me fucking you in the morning, pumping a nice load inside you, slipping in a plug so it stays with you until Daddy sees you again. [ another low, pleased hum. ] We both know how much you like having Daddy's cock and cum inside you.
Can you even stand to wait the rest of the night, baby?
[ all pleased, soft sounds coming from his daddy amid the lewd filth they continue to delve into. the gentle but wildly hot approach that works so well for eddie, how wash has generally always spoken to him, especially once a new sort of seed is planted in his mind. not at all a new concept to be full of daddy's cock and cum, but that there's something they can use, that daddy wants to put into his baby to keep it all in, well. of course eddie latched onto that.
he makes soft sounds of his own, acknowledging and brief, tiny hums through wash's words. his lips press together, low reflexive exhale at being a good little slut for daddy, for being rewarded for it. this will give him a good deal to think about, to research himself, and oh how he will.
a louder hum of affirmation over just how much he wants that, air leaving him as he considers how good all of that would feel. eddie's grin perks back up, the expression clear in his tone when he answers. ]
Giving me a reminder of you, all day? Yeah. I want that.
But, no, not really, I can't stand it. [ he breathes sharply in. ] But...I don't know that I've taken enough different cocks to really...feel like I've overdone it. Haven't really been all that bad yet. [ just, eternally a good boy for daddy, trying to slip insinuations in that definitely turn him on, but also he likes to try getting reactions, attention, from wash. ] Doesn't feel quite like I've even been that much of a slut, that I've got enough cum inside me that you'd even need to show me who I really belong to, yet.
[ he hums, long and low, tongue clicking faintly. ] What do you think, Daddy? You wanna...claim me again, already? [ spoken in a careful but light tone, meaning it but not something he's said himself a lot, at all. he doesn't really remember in that moment. ]
[ eddie asks if wash wants to claim him, light but with emphasis on the word, and it's enough to draw a low sound from him -- a rumble, a growl, something almost instinctive and possessive.
his actual verbal response comes a moment or two later, after some consideration. ]
Never too early for me to remind you whose cock you're obsessed with, hm?
But, mm. You should go back and enjoy yourself, much as you can. So desperate for me that without me there you're just gonna try to get someone to fuck you and see if it feels the same, but you know it won't. [ a bit of a purr to it, now, wash considering, thinking. ] You should leave when you're ready to. Whether it's because you want Daddy inside you and you just can't stand it anymore, or you've just gotten enough of everyone else, or maybe you've gotten yourself worn out being a greedy little slut on everyone else's cocks and you've forgotten that Daddy's still going to get a piece of you at the end of the day, whether you like it or not.
[ not really, of course, but they've talked a little about it, enough for him to play at it. and while he would like to have eddie with him right now, sitting at his feet and cleaning off his mess with his mouth and tongue. he's at an orgy. he should make sure to enjoy himself before calling it quits. ]
[ the rumble causes eddie's stomach to tense, squeeze in, barely audible inhale of anticipation at hearing it from daddy. nothing new, but he relishes in it every time he gets to hear that, remembers how it feels right up against his ear.
he hums softly at that statement, questioning note tacked on for emphasis, his head tilting as daddy goes on. eddie breathes out, a small sound of plain agreement that, yeah, he's going to go around doing just that. his lips quirk at the idea of leaving when he's ready (of course he will), a swallow and hum at the reasonings he may use for why he'd leave.
then, a quiet reflexive gasp that turns into another hum at wash taking eddie at the end of it all, no matter what. there's already an understanding between them, he's talked to daddy about this, and that idea, well -- ]
Won't be able to stop thinking about that, Daddy. [ instinctive to say, throaty and thick again. ] You reminding me that I'm yours, after such a long night of getting stretched open, again and again. [ he shifts in his chair a bit, humming lightly. ] I'll keep you updated, then. Let you know when I've gotten my fill. [ eddie bites his lip, pausing with a 'hmm.' ] If anyone's cock feels as good, as thick, as yours. [ just constantly obsessed with daddy. ] Guess we'll have to see if I'm too tired for you at the end of my night.
[ a gentle little push. probably not surprising, not when eddie responds to everything wash says with earnest enthusiasm. ]
Already thinking about how you'll be looking at me once you see me after how greedy I've been, just, all night.
[ eddie hums, clicks his tongue and sighs. ] See you soon, Daddy.
[ so help him though, you're gonna have to hang up, daddy. send your good boy, your baby, off and back to this very fun orgy. ]
[ wash doesn't mind lingering in the moment for longer -- and he finds it endearing, knowing that eddie is just lazing there, not quite wanting to hang up, happy to sit there with daddy and just stay in that sensation of quiet satisfaction. its nice, hearing him talk like that, happy to lean into his want and need and obsession, reinforcing how much even in the middle of all of this he's still thinking of him, thinking of daddy.
a soft sound, affirming, gently amused. ]
We'll see, baby.
Go on now.
[ and he will cut off their little call there. :') go enjoy the ORGY you're at, eddie, as much as wash is happy to be able to command your attention enough to draw you away from it. ]
[ eddie replies with soft, pleased sounds, shoulders shrugging with a gentle sigh after the call ends. wouldn't have lasted forever. maybe lasted longer than he may have thought it would, if he'd even considered that daddy was going to call him right there while he was at the orgy.
he's happy to go back out, leave the room and get back to it. daddy an ever present weight on his mind, not that he minds. he sends a few more photos, too, but doesn't push or wait for a reply to them. a couple more of the aftermath of fucking; one with his cock with cum still dripping at the tip, another that he takes in front of a mirror of his ass spread, hole covered in cum. one where it's just eddie's grinning face, thumb pulling his bottom lip down, head angling back a little, curls falling back. and another where he's deep throating someone. the photos come occasionally, none of them quite as lewd or active as that video, but he falters on giving quite the play by play he'd started out with.
there's no real lull that wouldn't be expected, not with the steady enough but certainly not wildly so frequency that he's taking photos. but he sends wash a text that...well, doesn't really need a response. he doesn't expect one. but a buddy of his needs a bit of a hand that isn't related to the guy's dick. ]
I'll uh be busy with something else for a little bit it's fine though
[ VAGUE and necessary to send? probably not, but he does it anyway. thinking of daddy a whole lot!
then about fifteen minutes, another text comes in. ]
Hey, Daddy I need your help, maybe, if you can? Can you front some money for snacks at this gas station I'm at with my friend? I can give you the details if you want but we're already here and he's already eating a lot and well definitely don't have any money on me
[ who needs their wallet at an orgy??? either way they're in the down so it wouldn't have been a big deal, but eddie frets over drawing unwanted attention. ]
[ wash doesn't respond as much to the pictures this time, going back to occupying himself with whatever else he's busy with -- and also letting eddie actually enjoy the rest of his time without distracting him too much, again. eddie certainly doesn't need that much encouragement, with the pictures that he's still getting. he's especially appreciative of that picture of his ass dripping and covered with cum.
eddie getting busy for a bit doesn't really strike much concern -- an orgy is an orgy but things still happen, after all, and if anything wash just finds it endearing that eddie wanted to keep him up to date enough to tell him about it. but a while later, uh. hm.
gas station? look, he doesn't know dorian but he's seen enough of things around the network that he thinks that its a pretty safe assumption that he wasn't hosting this orgy in a parking lot or something. he does wonder, briefly, given eddie's mention of someone eating a lot if it's a certain brat he knows all too well, but. well. ]
I can help.
I'm going to assume the orgy hasn't expanded out to the nearest gas station, though. Is everything okay?
[ pietro's busy munching away rather than passing out, thank god. eddie's not sure that his back will ever recover from lugging him around, but regardless. they're both dressed (pietro 100% in someone else's pants, eddie in all of his own clothing) and made it to the gas station without him having to call up eloise to come get her man. so, all good. for the moment. he doesn't want them to get arrested for something dumb like stealing snacks... ]
Thank you I'll tell him later to pay you back
Oh, god, no. Yeah, it's fine, really. The orgy's just at the community center. We're at a gas station like two blocks away? Had to haul his ass here because he was too stubborn to eat potentially aphro'd food that Dorian provided. and he needs to eat a lot, it seems kind of was like nearly passing out So. Did what I had to do he seems like he's recovering
[ and something something also included relative to the transaction of daddy's money going to help ~ from eddie passing the device over to the store clerk or what, who knows.
he probably could have walked to the gas station himself and bought a lot of stuff, brought it back to pietro. but, shh, don't logic him like that, as you may inevitably think, daddy. >:| he helpin' his frand. ]
[ uh huh. eats a lot, stubborn enough to not eat to the point of passing out. that does sound familiar. wash takes care of the transaction, and that is a pretty large quantity of random snacks, but. that's fine. don't want your friend actually passing out or anything. ]
It's fine. I've got it covered.
Let me know if you need anything else, yeah?
[ he does want you worn out and exhausted but not like starving and dehydrated eddie that's different. ]
[ the city’s only so big! eddie’s careful enough to not outright state who he’s helping out, at least not while pietro is still somewhat out of it. but how many men check off all these boxes? ]
Thanks, Daddy :) I’m sure he’ll be grateful too
Will do Got a bit to eat here too Some water
[ look at him being responsible! he didn’t hesitate to eat at the orgy, but hydrating hadn’t been much of a priority until standing in the middle of the gas station.
and, the texts end there for a bit. pick back up for eddie to send another ‘thanks again’ before a brief lull. ]
Gonna head out, back home, Daddy. I’ll be on my way from the train in like 15.
[ and he’ll spend a walk with pietro until they’re at the train, boarded, and back to the up. where they part ways, and eddie’s on his path to his house. where he expects daddy will find him, somewhere, as he’s already given him the route he takes.
messy hair, bright eyes, attention on his device sometimes as he’s going. shirt inside out from putting it on too quickly, shoes still loosely tied. swaths of his skin fairly filthy with dried cum, but hey, the aftercare room isn’t a place he spent much time in cleaning up. his body’s achy in all the right places (and his back, oops), he’s tired, but there’s a bounce in his step as eddie moves. ]
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Fuck, I know you're so hungry for it. Daddy's good little cumslut.
[ he'll ease back a little, though. raw, possessive, but letting some of that gentle fondness ease back to his voice even through that rumbling growl, even though that half almost-groan he doesn't hold back, just to let eddie hear it through the device, pumping his hand languidly over his cock as he talks to him. ]
You can touch yourself if you want, baby. Make yourself feel good. Think about how Daddy's cock would feel sliding into your dripping wet hole. All stretched out and fucked out from all the cocks you've taken today, so even Daddy's thick cock would just slide right in, make you feel so full. Think about how good it'd feel to have me, after thinking about me all day.
Even in the middle of all those men ready to fuck you silly if you asked, it still comes back to me, doesn't it? Daddy's good baby.
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eddie's voice drags out in a wordless hum, low and over what all wash is saying. god, he really doesn't want to stop finger fucking his hole, punctuated moans as he hits his prostate over and over, unable to keep that at bay as daddy speaks such alluring words.
it's not until that final praise floods his ears that his panting ceases into a held breath, fingers shifting out, scrabbling over his hip, settling onto his cock. immediately stroking, dragging precum down over his shaft, breathy, firmer moans at the more controlled pressure. ]
Mmhmm, Daddy. Always. It always comes back to you. Whenever I touch myself, when my ass is full. I can't help thinking about you. How you know just what I like. How -- wet you get my dick. [ as if there needed to be any further indication of how his physical focus has shifted. can't help talking about it, a faint slick sound as he strokes over himself, slickness on his fingers from his hole. ] Wish you were here, that you could...tell me that I'm good for you, Daddy, that I'm your good baby. Right in my ear. So you could see how good my cock looks in my hand. So your big, thick cock could just...slide inside me.
[ not holding back, but drawn in enough to all that daddy's saying to let his voice rise to the occasion of feeding into the fantasy even more. breathy and cut off here and there though, as always when wash has him riled. ]
You want, mm, you want me to come for you, Daddy? Get myself even messier before I go hop on another cock? I...mm, I wanna hear you come, Daddy. [ always very greedy, pushing for more and more of what he wants, willing to be as honest with daddy about what he wants. even if he knows it's wash that really guides this, even if his own interests really are very much adjusted to and also met, for the most part. ]
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he starts to work over himself a little harder, faster. good pace, more than enough to get himself off, and while he normally pushes himself to hold back -- he doesn't, here. instead he pushes himself forward, lets eddie hear it, too, a deeper groan, the sound of his own hand working over himself, the shift of his weight in the chair where he's seated. ]
Yeah? Well -- Daddy wants to hear you come. I want you to come all over yourself -- and let me hear it. Make yourself an even bigger mess, just for me, just for Daddy, 'cause you know Daddy makes you come harder than anyone else.
And then you can tell me. Tell me how much you need me there with you. How much you wish you were bouncing in my lap right now. And you can make Daddy come.
You're my good baby, aren't you? My sweet little cumslut, all wet and filthy for me. All these men hungry for you and they have no idea that you'll still steal away in the middle of all of this just to tell Daddy how much you miss his cock, and how you're gonna be spending all day waiting for me --
[ his voice breaks off into another low groan, a quiet shudder that rumbles through him. ]
-- Gonna come for me, baby? Are you gonna be good for me?
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his fingers keep a steady pace, pushing closer to climax, faltering only enough to keep it at bay while he hears his daddy speak. eddie whimpers, moaning aloud, repeatedly and unabashed at the thought of letting daddy hear him come. all over himself, make a mess, do it hard because he's talking to daddy.
still difficult to totally let himself go, even with the assurance that he'll get to tell daddy just how much he needs him there, how we wishes he was riding his dick. but then his hand picks back up again, at the idea of daddy coming, that he'll get to make him come.
he hums out a shaky affirmative at being his good baby, another pitched whine, cock slick as it gets even stiffer, precum beading and being dragged down time and again. eddie pants, breathing harder with wash's groan, legs shaking at that rumble he can hear.
and just as wash asks that, asks if he's gonna come, if he's gonna be good, eddie mewls again, voice broken in a staggered cry, fingers almost losing their grip on his device as he captures it up, rustling sounding. he moans out, groaning loud and shamelessly as cum shoots up out of cock, eddie jerking his hand and positioning it so it spurts up over his chest, streaking his belly.
he keeps his hand on his cock, milking it, pace steady as he comes, fingers not drifting but easing. words do their best to tumble out of his lips, his tone fraying and fragmented, but eddie's determined to go headfirst in making daddy come next. ]
I miss your perfect cock, Daddy. Can't. Mm. I know. Know I'd come even harder with you inside me. Need you to mmm... [ panting through a swallow ] I need you here, with me. Wanna ride your dick. Feel you pump your cum inside me. Get me even hotter, wetter. Been waiting, just...all day for you. To take me. Use me. Fuck me just right, Daddy.
Mm...I need you, Daddy. Want you more than anyone. I need your cock. Need your cum. Need to feel you come inside me. Will you come for me, Daddy? Please.
[ just, begging at that point. and with a pained whine, his fingers do finally relent, resting over his shaft, breathing still heavy as he listens. ]
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he can hear it. eddie comes almost on command, and it's good, and wash has to force himself to slow down a little just to make sure he doesn't go as quickly with him, though he does make sure to give him some encouragement as he can hear him riding it out, milking the cum from his cock; ]
That's it, baby. So good for me, Daddy's good boy. Just like that.
[ but of course eddie is bowling into more before long, before he's even really steadied himself, and -- god, that's sexy, too. hearing just how out of sorts eddie is, how he clearly has a hard time stringing full sentences together, but how the words are just tumbling from him because he wants to, needs to hear daddy come almost as much as he wanted to come, as his sentences just fragment into begging, whining, pleading, just fragmented descriptions of just what he wants daddy to do.
and it does work. wash does answer him, between his quiet groans, disjointed little murmurs of how he's gonna do just that -- and the clearest sign of how he lets go is in how much more aggressive the words become, disjointed as they are. little detached murmurs of how daddy's going to find him, use him, fuck him on his cock like his good little toy, take his fucked out hole and ruin it even more, make you want that, you'd want that, eddie, wouldn't you, want to feel it --
and then he tumbles over the edge himself. a low, rumbling moan, his hips lifting into his hand, head falling back against the chair he's seated in -- his device slipping slightly from his grip before he shifts to make sure it's nicely held by his shoulder as he rides it out, working over his cock. his breathing slowly steadies, stills. ]
Good boy.
[ :') ]
Wish you were here to clean it all up?
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lost in the praise of how good of a job he's doing, eddie's cum comes out even harder, drawn out of him by daddy. even when wash isn't physically there, he can make him have an orgasm more satisfying than any he's had that night. a boost to wash's ego he'll certainly unconsciously reveal at some point during the night, once they've met up probably.
he does love how he falls apart for his daddy, muscles tight and working to relax, clenching and releasing. his whole body feeling spent already, ass almost registering that it'd had daddy's cock. but, no, that thought just leaves him wanting wash even more. eddie's panting remains throughout how wash calls back, those filthy phrases he picks up, how they tumble sporadically but with confidence, tone aggressive and making his neck flush.
eddie's breath holds more as he hears wash get closer, when those murmurs cut off, a final consideration for just how much he does wanna feel daddy ruin his fucked out hole even more. he doesn't exhale as he latches onto hearing daddy come, that moan, how his body clearly shifts, his device maybe as well, the faint sound of wash's hand milking his cock. he breathes out a whimper when wash's breath steadies out. swallows at being called a good boy. bites down on his lip, legs quivering, knees touching together as he looks down over the mess he's made. ]
Mmhmm. [ an instant reply. ] I like cleaning it off of you. Your cock, your fingers. I'd get it all. Taste you and have you on my tongue for hours. [ still breathy and low, but a little more measured now. ] I'd show you how good I am for you, Daddy. Get you, just, sparkling clean with my tongue.
[ absolutely lost in his afterglow too, just leaving his words to linger regarding that. not thinking of what comes next, what else he might do, happy to just exist in the space of talking to daddy on the phone after they've both come. ]
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Always a hard choice for me, Eddie. Love how much of a slut you are for Daddy's cum, but how am I supposed to choose between filling your ass, coming down your throat, all over your face?
[ an amused rumble, shifting slightly. ]
You got any solutions?
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he breathes out, a hum threatening to mingle in, tiredness slipping into the sound, as he listens. the sound repeats, lips turning up in a smile at the end. once he's asked that, can hear a gentle tease in daddy's voice. ]
Guess you'll have to keep me all night and day. Keep coming enough times until you fill all my holes. Got me covered in your cum. [ a soft, happy sigh at his own suggestion, creak of the chair as he leans back further into it. ] Or pick your favorite place to get off on me, in me. You know I love hearing how you like it best, Daddy. And I don't wanna waste your cum...
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Mm. I like most ways I can leave my mark on you. But I think I like filling your ass.
I could come in your mouth, make you taste me, then flip you over and fuck your ass until I come again. Over and over. Putting load after load in your pretty little hole. Get you a plug to help you keep it all in.
[ don't mind him just casually dropping the idea of an anal plug in here. ]
You sure you don't want to just steal away from your orgy right now, Eddie? [ teasing, light, a bit of that purr easing back into his voice. ]
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there's a satisfied smile that lingers on his lips, genuine and warm, breathing out happily with faint hums at how wash speaks, what he says. those words have him anticipating, able to appreciate them for later suggestions rather than needing to hear more and more so he can get off. he keeps a looser hold on his device, head rolling in place, hand at his cock shifting to rest over his thigh. he noticeably breathes in at the idea of daddy getting him a plug. he's seen them, of course. hasn't used one.
then another phrase he recognizes as teasing him, familiar purr in daddy's tone causing his smile to lift even higher. ]
Even if I wanted to, I think I'd get...awfully distracted on my way back out into the fray, Daddy. Guess we'll have to wait until later for you to really leave your marks all over me. Get me so full it's like your cum's all that's even in me anymore. Could probably use one of those...plugs to do just that. [ just parroting a little back, but such is his way when daddy says something particularly intriguing and sexy. ] Haven't had one of those inside me before. Kinda want you to be the first one who pops one in.
[ he does, too, dragging teeth along with bottom lip as he makes a wistful sound over the thought. stays lost and lazy in talking to daddy. ]
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I'm going to be the first. [ simple, the same way he carries his authority, not asked or demanded but simply expected; no statement about how he wants to be the first, but simply that he will be. ] And you're gonna keep saving these things for me.
[ more firsts for him to take with eddie, more marks for him to leave on him, possessive and lasting deeper than any bruise or bite. ]
Maybe you can get yourself one. I'll pay for it. But you can pick one out for yourself. Look through the options thinking about how they'll feel in your ass, about how good it's gonna feel being so full of Daddy's cum, about which one Daddy might like most seeing in you. [ a quiet hum, pleased and sated. ] We can take our time, with that.
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a heated twist of anticipation, the desire to really give wash that, what he's saying he wants, brings a hum out of eddie's lips. tiny click of a sound as they press together, opening as wash goes on. ]
I am. [ only a hint of question in his tone, slipped in on purpose but mostly a product of how intoxicating it feels to hear daddy say that, that he wants to have eddie's firsts, that he expects to have them reserved for him. ] Plenty of firsts, I think. [ you hear, see, things, especially in duplicity! ] It's...really nice, when I get to do something with you for the first time, Daddy. I'll save 'em for you. [ he's in, committed to saving these things for wash, voice all thicker and heady.
he shifts in the chair, head tilting as he listens, another lazy sound of approval faintly over what daddy suggests regarding this plug. heat races through his chest, down into his legs. ] Slower, huh? [ that's what taking their time means, yeah? happily content to listen and be receptive, voice a touch brighter, speaking right to daddy, focusing just on him and the device. ] I'll look for one. Show you what I find. I'm sure there's a lot of options. Might have to buy me more than one, so I can make sure you like 'em.
[ of course, at this point, focused entirely on how daddy would react to whatever he picked out, the concept very narrow, specific to being good for wash. it'll be an interesting product for him to explore, later, when he's not covered in his own cum, wishing for daddy to be there to fuck him over and over again. ]
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he makes some soft, affirming sound. ]
You can take your time to make sure you find something we'll both like. Maybe if you keep being a good little slut for Daddy, I might reward you, let you get more than one. A few different sizes for you to get used to it, work yourself up until you can learn to keep Daddy's cum inside you all day.
You want that, don't you? Me fucking you in the morning, pumping a nice load inside you, slipping in a plug so it stays with you until Daddy sees you again. [ another low, pleased hum. ] We both know how much you like having Daddy's cock and cum inside you.
Can you even stand to wait the rest of the night, baby?
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he makes soft sounds of his own, acknowledging and brief, tiny hums through wash's words. his lips press together, low reflexive exhale at being a good little slut for daddy, for being rewarded for it. this will give him a good deal to think about, to research himself, and oh how he will.
a louder hum of affirmation over just how much he wants that, air leaving him as he considers how good all of that would feel. eddie's grin perks back up, the expression clear in his tone when he answers. ]
Giving me a reminder of you, all day? Yeah. I want that.
But, no, not really, I can't stand it. [ he breathes sharply in. ] But...I don't know that I've taken enough different cocks to really...feel like I've overdone it. Haven't really been all that bad yet. [ just, eternally a good boy for daddy, trying to slip insinuations in that definitely turn him on, but also he likes to try getting reactions, attention, from wash. ] Doesn't feel quite like I've even been that much of a slut, that I've got enough cum inside me that you'd even need to show me who I really belong to, yet.
[ he hums, long and low, tongue clicking faintly. ] What do you think, Daddy? You wanna...claim me again, already? [ spoken in a careful but light tone, meaning it but not something he's said himself a lot, at all. he doesn't really remember in that moment. ]
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his actual verbal response comes a moment or two later, after some consideration. ]
Never too early for me to remind you whose cock you're obsessed with, hm?
But, mm. You should go back and enjoy yourself, much as you can. So desperate for me that without me there you're just gonna try to get someone to fuck you and see if it feels the same, but you know it won't. [ a bit of a purr to it, now, wash considering, thinking. ] You should leave when you're ready to. Whether it's because you want Daddy inside you and you just can't stand it anymore, or you've just gotten enough of everyone else, or maybe you've gotten yourself worn out being a greedy little slut on everyone else's cocks and you've forgotten that Daddy's still going to get a piece of you at the end of the day, whether you like it or not.
[ not really, of course, but they've talked a little about it, enough for him to play at it. and while he would like to have eddie with him right now, sitting at his feet and cleaning off his mess with his mouth and tongue. he's at an orgy. he should make sure to enjoy himself before calling it quits. ]
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he hums softly at that statement, questioning note tacked on for emphasis, his head tilting as daddy goes on. eddie breathes out, a small sound of plain agreement that, yeah, he's going to go around doing just that. his lips quirk at the idea of leaving when he's ready (of course he will), a swallow and hum at the reasonings he may use for why he'd leave.
then, a quiet reflexive gasp that turns into another hum at wash taking eddie at the end of it all, no matter what. there's already an understanding between them, he's talked to daddy about this, and that idea, well -- ]
Won't be able to stop thinking about that, Daddy. [ instinctive to say, throaty and thick again. ] You reminding me that I'm yours, after such a long night of getting stretched open, again and again. [ he shifts in his chair a bit, humming lightly. ] I'll keep you updated, then. Let you know when I've gotten my fill. [ eddie bites his lip, pausing with a 'hmm.' ] If anyone's cock feels as good, as thick, as yours. [ just constantly obsessed with daddy. ] Guess we'll have to see if I'm too tired for you at the end of my night.
[ a gentle little push. probably not surprising, not when eddie responds to everything wash says with earnest enthusiasm. ]
Already thinking about how you'll be looking at me once you see me after how greedy I've been, just, all night.
[ eddie hums, clicks his tongue and sighs. ] See you soon, Daddy.
[ so help him though, you're gonna have to hang up, daddy. send your good boy, your baby, off and back to this very fun orgy. ]
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a soft sound, affirming, gently amused. ]
We'll see, baby.
Go on now.
[ and he will cut off their little call there. :') go enjoy the ORGY you're at, eddie, as much as wash is happy to be able to command your attention enough to draw you away from it. ]
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he's happy to go back out, leave the room and get back to it. daddy an ever present weight on his mind, not that he minds. he sends a few more photos, too, but doesn't push or wait for a reply to them. a couple more of the aftermath of fucking; one with his cock with cum still dripping at the tip, another that he takes in front of a mirror of his ass spread, hole covered in cum. one where it's just eddie's grinning face, thumb pulling his bottom lip down, head angling back a little, curls falling back. and another where he's deep throating someone. the photos come occasionally, none of them quite as lewd or active as that video, but he falters on giving quite the play by play he'd started out with.
there's no real lull that wouldn't be expected, not with the steady enough but certainly not wildly so frequency that he's taking photos. but he sends wash a text that...well, doesn't really need a response. he doesn't expect one. but a buddy of his needs a bit of a hand that isn't related to the guy's dick. ]
I'll uh be busy with something else for a little bit
it's fine though
[ VAGUE and necessary to send? probably not, but he does it anyway. thinking of daddy a whole lot!
then about fifteen minutes, another text comes in. ]
Hey, Daddy
I need your help, maybe, if you can?
Can you front some money for snacks at this gas station I'm at with my friend?
I can give you the details if you want
but we're already here and he's already eating a lot and well
definitely don't have any money on me
[ who needs their wallet at an orgy??? either way they're in the down so it wouldn't have been a big deal, but eddie frets over drawing unwanted attention. ]
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eddie getting busy for a bit doesn't really strike much concern -- an orgy is an orgy but things still happen, after all, and if anything wash just finds it endearing that eddie wanted to keep him up to date enough to tell him about it. but a while later, uh. hm.
gas station? look, he doesn't know dorian but he's seen enough of things around the network that he thinks that its a pretty safe assumption that he wasn't hosting this orgy in a parking lot or something. he does wonder, briefly, given eddie's mention of someone eating a lot if it's a certain brat he knows all too well, but. well. ]
I can help.
I'm going to assume the orgy hasn't expanded out to the nearest gas station, though. Is everything okay?
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Thank you
I'll tell him later to pay you back
Oh, god, no. Yeah, it's fine, really.
The orgy's just at the community center.
We're at a gas station like two blocks away?
Had to haul his ass here because he was too stubborn to eat potentially aphro'd food that Dorian provided.
and he needs to eat a lot, it seems
kind of was like
nearly passing out
So. Did what I had to do
he seems like he's recovering
[ and something something also included relative to the transaction of daddy's money going to help ~ from eddie passing the device over to the store clerk or what, who knows.
he probably could have walked to the gas station himself and bought a lot of stuff, brought it back to pietro. but, shh, don't logic him like that, as you may inevitably think, daddy. >:| he helpin' his frand. ]
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It's fine. I've got it covered.
Let me know if you need anything else, yeah?
[ he does want you worn out and exhausted but not like starving and dehydrated eddie that's different. ]
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Thanks, Daddy :)
I’m sure he’ll be grateful too
Will do
Got a bit to eat here too
Some water
[ look at him being responsible! he didn’t hesitate to eat at the orgy, but hydrating hadn’t been much of a priority until standing in the middle of the gas station.
and, the texts end there for a bit. pick back up for eddie to send another ‘thanks again’ before a brief lull. ]
Gonna head out, back home, Daddy. I’ll be on my way from the train in like 15.
[ and he’ll spend a walk with pietro until they’re at the train, boarded, and back to the up. where they part ways, and eddie’s on his path to his house. where he expects daddy will find him, somewhere, as he’s already given him the route he takes.
messy hair, bright eyes, attention on his device sometimes as he’s going. shirt inside out from putting it on too quickly, shoes still loosely tied. swaths of his skin fairly filthy with dried cum, but hey, the aftercare room isn’t a place he spent much time in cleaning up. his body’s achy in all the right places (and his back, oops), he’s tired, but there’s a bounce in his step as eddie moves. ]
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