( he should expect that one but doesn't, yelps because that smack actually stings. it's nothing like that time in the boarding house, not as rough, but the gentleness of it all makes his skin feel like it's on fire all the same.
maybe it's that eddie's not in control that does it; he's tried to be in control of his whole life, of everything for the last few years that it feels so foreign to go back to letting things happen; to feeling out of control. but the thing is, the terrifying thing is, that he trusts jim. he feels vulnerable but not terrified of being out of control, not now. maybe that'll change but not yet. that's why he's here, that's why he's not scrambling away.
the intrusion makes his thigh shake but it's not enough, is too gentle. ) Ji-- Daddy. More.
( he regrets that a moment later when jim brings his hand down again against his skin. he groans, drops his head into the nest beneath him and it's not long before he's panting and biting down on the blanket to keep the sounds that want to break out of his throat quiet. the finger inside of him is too slow, the cracks of the hand surprisingly quick. he's hard embarrassingly fast, cock jerking in the air beneath him and slapping against his own stomach; it's not enough. ) Daddy. Touch me.
( he wants to reach for his own dick, wants to stroke it hard and fast. he bites down into his own forearm instead; he wants to be good. )
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maybe it's that eddie's not in control that does it; he's tried to be in control of his whole life, of everything for the last few years that it feels so foreign to go back to letting things happen; to feeling out of control. but the thing is, the terrifying thing is, that he trusts jim. he feels vulnerable but not terrified of being out of control, not now. maybe that'll change but not yet. that's why he's here, that's why he's not scrambling away.
the intrusion makes his thigh shake but it's not enough, is too gentle. ) Ji-- Daddy. More.
( he regrets that a moment later when jim brings his hand down again against his skin. he groans, drops his head into the nest beneath him and it's not long before he's panting and biting down on the blanket to keep the sounds that want to break out of his throat quiet. the finger inside of him is too slow, the cracks of the hand surprisingly quick. he's hard embarrassingly fast, cock jerking in the air beneath him and slapping against his own stomach; it's not enough. ) Daddy. Touch me.
( he wants to reach for his own dick, wants to stroke it hard and fast. he bites down into his own forearm instead; he wants to be good. )