[He could do this for hours, he thinks. Fuck Eddie open, have him shaking, sobbing, wring him out until he's boneless. The sob earns him pity, though; the sob reminds Jim that he's rock hard himself, that he's been hard the entire fucking time. ] It's okay baby, it's not enough. I know. You need something more.

[Gently, slowly, he pulls his fingers out; massages both hands over Eddie's as, his thighs, murmurs real low: ] Eddie - I need you to focus. Can you do that?

[He wets his lips. ] Knock on the floor if you can do that for me.