( eddie's head feel fuzzy by the time jim asks him anything, like he's about to float away somewhere unknown and a part of him fights against it even as the gentle thrust of three thick fingers into his hole push him toward it, as ji-- daddy's voice eases him forward.
he hiccups as he's fucked again, stretched and full. ) Sorry. For the mess, I'm sorry.
( he flexes his thigh sand tries to fuck back into daddy's hand, onto thick fingers that he wants to keep inside of him even as they press relentlessly inside; he moans, he thinks. maybe he's making the sort of sounds he likes to hear falling from jem's lips, from anyone giving themselves over to him like this. it's addictive, it's also too much too soon. he's crying still, feels something coiling in his chest and he wants more of it, wants more of it but it feels like too much. ) 's too much. I'm gonna come again. Daddy-- stop. I can't.
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he hiccups as he's fucked again, stretched and full. ) Sorry. For the mess, I'm sorry.
( he flexes his thigh sand tries to fuck back into daddy's hand, onto thick fingers that he wants to keep inside of him even as they press relentlessly inside; he moans, he thinks. maybe he's making the sort of sounds he likes to hear falling from jem's lips, from anyone giving themselves over to him like this. it's addictive, it's also too much too soon. he's crying still, feels something coiling in his chest and he wants more of it, wants more of it but it feels like too much. ) 's too much. I'm gonna come again. Daddy-- stop. I can't.