[ Billy breathes, and he's so keyed into the connection, Hopper can almost certainly hear it, his heavy, steady breaths. ]
There he is. [ Billy is a brat. He told Hopper as much as a hand in his hair tugged him taunt. Billy had cried and told him he was a brat, that he was sorry, that he needed something, that he'd missed him. They aren't in the void, but he's doing the same now, tucked around the side of Yarmila's home, back against the wood, hand slipping under his waistband. He's telling him he missed him. ]
You've jerked off to it, haven't you? Are you jerking off to it now?
I am. [ He sends an image then. Because he's a brat. Because he's a brat. What it looks like from Billy's perspective, his hand slipped into his leather trousers, the hard and obvious line of his dick, his thumb sitting on the head, obscuring the slit. ]
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There he is. [ Billy is a brat. He told Hopper as much as a hand in his hair tugged him taunt. Billy had cried and told him he was a brat, that he was sorry, that he needed something, that he'd missed him. They aren't in the void, but he's doing the same now, tucked around the side of Yarmila's home, back against the wood, hand slipping under his waistband. He's telling him he missed him. ]
You've jerked off to it, haven't you? Are you jerking off to it now?
I am. [ He sends an image then. Because he's a brat. Because he's a brat. What it looks like from Billy's perspective, his hand slipped into his leather trousers, the hard and obvious line of his dick, his thumb sitting on the head, obscuring the slit. ]