Yeah, that's it - good fucking boy, [he's not quite sure when his voice became so ragged; not sure when his grip on Eddie's hip became a grip to make it easier to piston his fingers in, two, then three, just at the last second Eddie shoots off. He slows down to a gentle thrust, keeps his fingers plugged all the way in to the second knuckle.
He holds Eddie like that, drags the other hand to soothe over his lower back, coos real soft and starts to fuck again real slow. ]
Knew you could do it, baby. Look at you - you make a mess, baby?
[He keeps fucking him slow, light, real sweetly. Keeps his fingers curled, keeps them moving.]
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He holds Eddie like that, drags the other hand to soothe over his lower back, coos real soft and starts to fuck again real slow. ]
Knew you could do it, baby. Look at you - you make a mess, baby?
[He keeps fucking him slow, light, real sweetly. Keeps his fingers curled, keeps them moving.]