I already told you. ( he says it, brows creased and a little frustrated. his brain's still stuck on the way 'good boy' is bouncing around like it'll wipe out the feeling of filth and panic crawling underneath his skin. he turns his face into jim's thigh, takes a deep breath in before he's looking back up at the older man. the thing is, if he thinks about it, what he needs is complicated. it's this thing in eddie's chest he can't voice, can't explain. )

I think-- ( he's usually so good at saying things, at letting them spill out of him without much thought. this is harder. ) Need you to be rough. Need it to hurt before it feels good. I haven't been good. I don't know if I--- If I wanna get off.

( he stumbles over that one even though he's whispered filth about railing jim's cunt into his ear, pressings the older man's face into his own bed and wishing he had more hair to pull. this feels fucking different. ) Whatever you want.