( there's a moment before jim moves that eddie nearly starts to squirm, immobilized as he is. instead he's kissed like it means something, like he means something, they mean something before jim even starts moving his hips. it's not that eddie hasn't had the sort of sex that's slow and passionate before. he's had sex that's been meaningful, yeah, but it's never involved a man pressing him into the furs in front of a fire like some romance novel heroine.
he's too gone to think about it, to hold on to the idea long when he can lick into Daddy's mouth and focus on the praise pouring out from it. he's been good, he deserves it. and, distantly, he remembers not wanting to think. asking for it. so he doesn't, not now. eddie's all small whispers of daddy please and daddy, is it good? am i good?
he's got one hand on jim's back, nails pressing into the scars. the other in the short hair at jim's nape as of eddie has any strength to keep him close. then the pace picks up, each thrust quicker and harder and--- and what has that familiar crescendo building again and eddie's caught off guard by it again as he's fucked into the furs, thighs trying to snap closed and hold on vice tight to jim's hips as his world shifts, and he arches up off furs with a warbled cry that has his vision blurring again, lashes wet as the fail to stop tears from spilling again. )
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he's too gone to think about it, to hold on to the idea long when he can lick into Daddy's mouth and focus on the praise pouring out from it. he's been good, he deserves it. and, distantly, he remembers not wanting to think. asking for it. so he doesn't, not now. eddie's all small whispers of daddy please and daddy, is it good? am i good?
he's got one hand on jim's back, nails pressing into the scars. the other in the short hair at jim's nape as of eddie has any strength to keep him close. then the pace picks up, each thrust quicker and harder and--- and what has that familiar crescendo building again and eddie's caught off guard by it again as he's fucked into the furs, thighs trying to snap closed and hold on vice tight to jim's hips as his world shifts, and he arches up off furs with a warbled cry that has his vision blurring again, lashes wet as the fail to stop tears from spilling again. )