( the touch to his scar makes him shudder; that particular spot a weird mix of pain and something sweeter. he's getting his wires crossed everywhere, doesn't think whatever he's asked for and jim's going to give him will help. then again, it's only fair. eddie likes to watch when someone moans under the strike of his hand.
he hooks his ankles when he's moved, crosses them and groans a little. he wants to quip that he's not athletic enough for this but really he's being held up by strong thighs and that 'good boy' distracts him enough.
the first smack makes him gasps; it's too light but it's the sensation of spit he focuses on, that's what has him flushing red and squirming a little; not much, he can't get leverage to really push back against jim's thumb until he gets back on his forearms. swallowing, he nods his head even as he misbehaves. ) I understand, Daddy. I'll use my safe-word.
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he hooks his ankles when he's moved, crosses them and groans a little. he wants to quip that he's not athletic enough for this but really he's being held up by strong thighs and that 'good boy' distracts him enough.
the first smack makes him gasps; it's too light but it's the sensation of spit he focuses on, that's what has him flushing red and squirming a little; not much, he can't get leverage to really push back against jim's thumb until he gets back on his forearms. swallowing, he nods his head even as he misbehaves. ) I understand, Daddy. I'll use my safe-word.