[the image startles him. it appears before him, little hologram of his own legs, his own cock, his own hands, Eddie's hair. he drops his pan, hisses when it lands on his toes, and then gives it a kick for good measure.
he realises, quicker now, that Eddie is not going to give up. and it's not as though the image isn't appealing; it's not as though he doesn't want it - it's just that he'd rather have it here, and now, and knows that he could.
it's not like being undercover, talking on a stolen phone with Diane with his hand shoved down his pants. it's so lazy, it's so carefully thought out. he's sitting in his chair before he can really think twice about it, with his thighs spread wide, massaging over his forehead. before he can second-guess it, he thinks:]
You want my cock that bad, baby? You usually ask nicer.
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he realises, quicker now, that Eddie is not going to give up. and it's not as though the image isn't appealing; it's not as though he doesn't want it - it's just that he'd rather have it here, and now, and knows that he could.
it's not like being undercover, talking on a stolen phone with Diane with his hand shoved down his pants. it's so lazy, it's so carefully thought out. he's sitting in his chair before he can really think twice about it, with his thighs spread wide, massaging over his forehead. before he can second-guess it, he thinks:]
You want my cock that bad, baby? You usually ask nicer.