[ He's Jim's brat. The thought doesn't make Billy as feral as it would've at the start of this conversation. Because now it's snowballed and he doesn't want anything more than the ghost of those memories on his skin, pulling on his hair, stretching him open. He doesn't want, until he does, and thenβ here he is.
Show me. He tries, tries to project more than a picture, and it's something, the ghost of him, a semi mental impression of Billy's hand clenching the base of his dick, tugging it gently, thumb rolling over the head, a little mean. Billy chokes a little at Hopper's words in his head, and Hopper can see that too. Billy isn't being careful about what he shows: mouth parted as he breathes, eyes glassy. ]
Liked when you put me in my place. [ That includes the spanking, doesn't it? Everything that came with it. ] Liked feeling like I wasβ in your hands.
What'd I look like? [ His voice catches, hand jerking himself off slowly. ] Tell me what I looked like.
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[ He's Jim's brat. The thought doesn't make Billy as feral as it would've at the start of this conversation. Because now it's snowballed and he doesn't want anything more than the ghost of those memories on his skin, pulling on his hair, stretching him open. He doesn't want, until he does, and thenβ here he is.
Show me. He tries, tries to project more than a picture, and it's something, the ghost of him, a semi mental impression of Billy's hand clenching the base of his dick, tugging it gently, thumb rolling over the head, a little mean. Billy chokes a little at Hopper's words in his head, and Hopper can see that too. Billy isn't being careful about what he shows: mouth parted as he breathes, eyes glassy. ]
Liked when you put me in my place. [ That includes the spanking, doesn't it? Everything that came with it. ] Liked feeling like I wasβ in your hands.
What'd I look like? [ His voice catches, hand jerking himself off slowly. ] Tell me what I looked like.