[While his palm soothes over an abused cheek; while his fingers curl inside of him, fucking in with purpose, rather than mindless abandon. He fucks slower again, drags each thrust as long as he can. ]
( eddie whines, shakes his head with that blanket still in his mouth. it falls when jim makes him gasp, changes course. he opens his mouth when the onslaught to his cheeks stop only to keen as jim hooks his fingers and presses down into him, sends pleasure up his spine like fireworks lighting up every nerve. ) Fuck-- Daddy.
( he drops his forehead back down to the pillow, takes a ragged breath. he feels raw already but it's frustration that curls low in his gut along side with pleasure as the fingers stretching him open slow down again. ) I want-- Touch my dick. Change my mind-- I wanna cum.
No. [It's a real simple answer. He doesn't stop fucking him. He drags his fingers in and out, then stuffs them in as deep as they'll go. Says, lighter:] You'll come on my fingers or not at all, baby.
[He's not unsympathetic to Eddie. He's not cruel. ] I know you can. You just need to learn a little patience, that's all.
[Everything in good time. He fucks a little faster, though; drives in deep, fingers curled. ]
( the whine that leaves him at that 'no' is a little wild, a little devastated. eddie shakes his head again, claws at the blanket beneath him. ) Daddy, no. I can't.
I can't. ( he's always had to get his dick touched, even if he's leaking like a bitch in heat on to the blanket beneath him. ) I've never--
( it's too much, too much but not enough at the same time. except, except his cock twitches and he feels like the pressure's building anyway, like his balls are growing heavier, like it won't take much at all. )
[Eddie's so fucking gorgeous; whines musical, writhing real, real pretty. He lets some of his pride slip out between, telepathic warmth, delight, care. He keeps the pace; fucks fast, deep, hard. Teases a third finger, just to see if Eddie will fuck back, if he'll take it.
He spits down again, even though he doesn't really need to. He just likes the look of it as it slips down his fingers onto Eddie's skin. ] Come on, baby. Come for me. You can do it.
Touch me-- Daddy, please. Touch me, touch me. Daddy. ( he babbles, begs and then whines again when that pride comes though.
that's addictive, that gets him to shut up and bite back down on the pillow like he can take the frustration out on it instead of the feeling of so close, so far bubbling within him. he wants to hold on to that pride, that utter delight. he feels desperate for that as much as that third finger.
he rocks back into it, desperate and easy now. he's crying again, ass red but it's because he wants to be good for jim, for daddy. he's so fucking desperate to be good. it's that thought that has him focusing on letting go, on just focusing on that sweet stretch and press of fingers into his prostate. daddy's right, he's dying to.
and when he comes it's messy, on his chest, his skin, on the floor with a warble of 'daddy' on his lips and a shout he tries to muffle away. )
Yeah, that's it - good fucking boy, [he's not quite sure when his voice became so ragged; not sure when his grip on Eddie's hip became a grip to make it easier to piston his fingers in, two, then three, just at the last second Eddie shoots off. He slows down to a gentle thrust, keeps his fingers plugged all the way in to the second knuckle.
He holds Eddie like that, drags the other hand to soothe over his lower back, coos real soft and starts to fuck again real slow. ]
Knew you could do it, baby. Look at you - you make a mess, baby?
[He keeps fucking him slow, light, real sweetly. Keeps his fingers curled, keeps them moving.]
( eddie's head feel fuzzy by the time jim asks him anything, like he's about to float away somewhere unknown and a part of him fights against it even as the gentle thrust of three thick fingers into his hole push him toward it, as ji-- daddy's voice eases him forward.
he hiccups as he's fucked again, stretched and full. ) Sorry. For the mess, I'm sorry.
( he flexes his thigh sand tries to fuck back into daddy's hand, onto thick fingers that he wants to keep inside of him even as they press relentlessly inside; he moans, he thinks. maybe he's making the sort of sounds he likes to hear falling from jem's lips, from anyone giving themselves over to him like this. it's addictive, it's also too much too soon. he's crying still, feels something coiling in his chest and he wants more of it, wants more of it but it feels like too much. ) 's too much. I'm gonna come again. Daddy-- stop. I can't.
You can make as much of a mess as you need, baby. You can come again, you can.
[He isn't actually sure if Eddie can; the slow dig of his fingers, fucking deep, hard. He twists his arm a little, gets an easier angle and then moves his other hand hand, massages along a mottle thigh, thumbs lightly rubbing against the flesh, the bumps of the scar tissue.
Perhaps cruelly, he teases in with a third finger, bullies a little at Eddie's hole with the tip of it, doesn't push too far beyond a tease. He hums low, wets his lips. ] Come on baby, you can do it.
I can't-- I-- ( his breath hitches, he whimpers-- or thinks he does. the sounds leaving him don't quite sound like they're coming from his throat anymore. they're somewhere else or maybe he's somewhere else, floating away from his body for a bit.
it feels impossible but his dick's jumping again, his balls drawing up. like he's almost there, like he can. daddy's asking. no. daddy thinks he can so suddenly, something snaps, and he wants to. needs to. ) Daddy, please. Please.
( there's a slur to his voice now, between the roughness. maybe it's lost to that, to the tears down his face and the mess he's making while spread open, wrung out and not quite used. the stretch is so good, so much but it's all pleasure how. the unrelenting fucking, the calloused touched to his thighs that would have had him gasping anyway but is what makes him cry out again like a cheap hooker trying to sell it.
except he's not faking it when his vision blurs, when he's shaking in daddy's lap and clenching around his fingers as cum dribbles from his cock; a pathetic drip, less of a mess to clean but embarrassing on a level he doesn't quite grasp. it hurts, it hurts so good that he's moaning for it even as he turns to hide his face in the blankets like daddy can't see all of him, like the blotchy flush to his chest is new. )
[Eddie comes like a girl, the second time. He comes the way Sandy Lawson came on his fingers laid out in the back of his car. Shakes and gasps through it, thighs quivering, full-bodied, real. Eddie comes prettier, and Jim keeps fucking him through it, drives his fingers in a little faster, meaner, tries to wring a third orgasm out of him. ]
One more, baby? [He pushes the third finger in too; twists and fucks in fast, fast, fast, keeps Eddie right on the edge, doesn't let him come down. ] You think you can?
(one more feels impossible, one more feels like his dick's going to fall off and he's going to pass out. there's no way it's happening but-- but Daddy's asking.
he's already on the edge of it, held there by the thigh fingers stretching him wider yet. it doesn't sting any more and over-stimulated as he is, he doesn't try to scramble away from the unrelenting assault. he shakes his head against the mess of a blanket, whines. he can't, he can't, but-- ) Can try-- I can.
( for Daddy.
except it just hurts, except he's just trembling as the crescendo keeps building, as his hips twitch forward against thin air. he's not hard anymore but it feels like he's going to come, hurts more than before. he lets out a frustrated whine, like it'll help. it doesnt; a sob that follow. )
[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.
( as much as he's wanted for Daddy to stop, needed to breathe, eddie's chasing the fingers before they're fully gone. he feels empty without them, cold. wonders, maybe, if he should ask for them back later or if Daddy's cock will keep him stuffed full for the night.
the touch on his thighs and ass is soothing, reminds him that his cheeks ache from the spanking. ) Mmmhmm.
( the instructions are hard to follow, mostly because he's still trying to breathe right and shaking. so the knock is soft but he can, he can focus for Daddy even if he can't cum again. )
You think you can take daddy's cock? [It's a deliberate word choice, but Jim has to check. Needs the confirmation, because this is a rarity between them, now, isn't it? It's a sacred thing, having Eddie pliant, having him fucked out, near-mindless.
Yeah. ( it's a statement but he's slurring as he tries to push himself up, turn his head so he can look at Daddy. he wants it, of course he does.
his brows furrow slowly, nose crinkling like somewhere underneath the soft, pliant creature there's the ghost of eddie munson sneering at the stupidity of the question he's just been asked. it's more confusion now, with the tear stained cheeks and glossed over eyes. ) Uh huh. Want you in me. Wanna feel full.
[It's good enough. It's a bit of a thing, lowering Eddie fully down onto the ground. It's a little like moving a wheelbarrow at first. Between it, he looks down at the mess Eddie's made of his floor and feels the arousal kick hard in his gut. Jim strips when it's done; removes his shirt, undoes his pants and lets them fall to his ankles, steps out of them and right onto his knees.
He's generous with the oil; drips it over the curve of Eddie's ass, between the crevice. Then onto his own cock, stroking it back to full hardness. Then it's a very careful manoeuvring of Eddie on his back, pillow under his hips. It's messy, when Jim takes Eddie's thighs and splits them open, pushing them close to Eddie's chest; when he lines up his cock and starts to ease inside, slow, slow, slow.
He kisses Eddie through it; huddles over him like a solid blanket and licks into his mouth, kisses him soft, hungry right up until he's seated all the way to the hilt inside of him. ] Good boy, just breathe for me.
( unfortunately, eddie's not much help until he's on the ground and able to crawl so he doesn't land in the mess soaking into jim's floor.
he gets further on the little nest and then slumps forward, floating a little as jim moves around behind him. he doesn't really pay attention to it until there's cool oil on his ass and he hisses, whining before the grievance is forgotten and he's facing the older man. )
Daddy. ( like this he sounds a little reverent, a little breathless with delighted wonder like eddie's floated off and then come back to himself. it's maybe the wrong tone for the moment he's bent in half, stretched further than he was prepped for. he tenses at first, groans, and then relaxes against first push until it's not a pain but a discomfort he needs distraction from.
he finds that in Daddy's mouth, moans into that kiss and wraps his arms around broad shoulders because he's kept in place by his chest. when hips settle against his ass, eddie's left panting between them. )
'sgood. ( he slurs, sooner than he normally would. the discomfort's gone, melted away into that feeling of toomuchgoodgoodgoodgood that's settled over him. he can't rock his hips like this, not with his legs still shaking a little but he clenches down, wants to be good; wants to be tight. ) I'm good. Promise.
[He holds still for a little longer. Let's Eddie get used to the feeling of being full, of being stretched all the way out, speared on Jim's cock. He doesn't know what to do with that look; the borderline reverence, the trust in it. So he kisses Eddie again, until he's breathless, until he's ready to draw his hips back and fuck back in.
Jim fucks slow, deep. He shifts on his knees, drags one of Eddie's leg up onto his shoulder to make the angle better, and fucks him in front of his (their) fire like he's making love. He is, in a way. This isn't unlike when he fucked Billy under the stars, and that had absolutely felt like making love.
He wonders if he has a right to that. Pushes the thought aside to fuck Eddie as slow as he wants, takes as much pleasure in kissing him as he wants. He fucks into him like he he never wants to be anywhere else except inside of him, panting in his mouth, calling him his good, good boy, his perfect little boy, his sweet fucking baby. He fucks him until his hips jerk faster, until he's roiling with so much want he can't help but piston-fuck himself inside, forehead to forehead, fingers digging into the meat of Eddie's thighs. ]
( 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. )
[It catches him off guard too, breaking the kiss to look down between them, at Eddie's kicking cock, spilling nothing, but still twitching. Uselessly, beautifully. Awed, dumbly, he mutters: ] Did you just -?
[It kicks him right in the gut, drives him to kiss Eddie hard, sloppy, fucking faster, harder, harder, harder, until he's groaning low, a near growl. He fucks in deep, and comes hard, drags his cock against Eddie, deep as he can go and jerks once, twice, and then stills.
He pants into his mouth, open mouthed and spit wet kisses. He presses their foreheads together, and for a moment - this moment - he can't bear to pull himself away from Eddie. ]
( eddie doesn't answer that. can't. he's boneless underneath him, hands falling into the furs because he doesn't have the strength to hold on.
he moans into Daddy's mouth instead, kisses back sloppy but keening.
the pace picks up and he can't even kiss back properly, pants into jim's mouth as as he feels the heat inside of him, feels Daddy paint his guts white and claim him for his own. eddie wants him here forever, wants to feel the weight of him pressing deep where it belongs. he wants to keep him so he forces his arms to move again, wrapping around jim's neck to keep him close as he leans up to press their mouths together.
this moment feels different, somehow, than any other time they've been in this position. eddie wants to make it last, wants to stay in it for eternity in this little bubble full of feelings he can't quite name; this place that's warm, that's safe, that's theirs. )
Mm.. Stay? Like this? ( he says, soft, and delicate and slurred still because he's floating, floating, floating and those words want to turn into something else. )
Yeah, yeah we can - just - [Let him adjust, shift just a little to make the weight of himself easier to hold. He balances on an elbow, the other hand cradling Eddie's face. He's so close he can breathe in every exhale Eddie releases; so close that it's easy to indulge in sweeter kisses, to lick in languid, nip at Eddie's mouth.
He stays deep inside, too. Softens slow while still enveloped in the tight heat that is just Eddie. He holds so, so still, stroking at Eddie's jaw, the soft baby-hairs at his temple. He stays exactly like this, and doesn't really know how long for. Until the stickiness is uncomfortable, until he really has to roll onto his back, dragging Eddie on top, and still doesn't pull out. Instead he presses Eddie's cheek to his chest, cards his fingers through his hair and just lets them drift, quietly. ]
( eddie's little more than a rag doll after that, pliant and easy. he offers lazy kisses in return, lets out a contented sigh when jim moves and he's then sprawled on his chest.
distantly, he gets why jem likes this from the other side. he wants to keep Daddy in him as long as he can, wants to never lose the feeling of being stretched out on him. he drifts in out and of a light sleep as the fire burns beside them, as fingers card through his hair. eventually, he presses a kiss over jim's sternum, murmurs, ) Thank you.
( but he doesn't have much more in him than that, not now that he's been so fucked out and pulled out of his mind to this perfect place where he can float and his mind is quiet for the first time in a long time. )
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
[While his palm soothes over an abused cheek; while his fingers curl inside of him, fucking in with purpose, rather than mindless abandon. He fucks slower again, drags each thrust as long as he can. ]
no subject
( he drops his forehead back down to the pillow, takes a ragged breath. he feels raw already but it's frustration that curls low in his gut along side with pleasure as the fingers stretching him open slow down again. ) I want-- Touch my dick. Change my mind-- I wanna cum.
no subject
[He's not unsympathetic to Eddie. He's not cruel. ] I know you can. You just need to learn a little patience, that's all.
[Everything in good time. He fucks a little faster, though; drives in deep, fingers curled. ]
no subject
I can't. ( he's always had to get his dick touched, even if he's leaking like a bitch in heat on to the blanket beneath him. ) I've never--
( it's too much, too much but not enough at the same time. except, except his cock twitches and he feels like the pressure's building anyway, like his balls are growing heavier, like it won't take much at all. )
no subject
[Eddie's so fucking gorgeous; whines musical, writhing real, real pretty. He lets some of his pride slip out between, telepathic warmth, delight, care. He keeps the pace; fucks fast, deep, hard. Teases a third finger, just to see if Eddie will fuck back, if he'll take it.
He spits down again, even though he doesn't really need to. He just likes the look of it as it slips down his fingers onto Eddie's skin. ] Come on, baby. Come for me. You can do it.
no subject
that's addictive, that gets him to shut up and bite back down on the pillow like he can take the frustration out on it instead of the feeling of so close, so far bubbling within him. he wants to hold on to that pride, that utter delight. he feels desperate for that as much as that third finger.
he rocks back into it, desperate and easy now. he's crying again, ass red but it's because he wants to be good for jim, for daddy. he's so fucking desperate to be good. it's that thought that has him focusing on letting go, on just focusing on that sweet stretch and press of fingers into his prostate. daddy's right, he's dying to.
and when he comes it's messy, on his chest, his skin, on the floor with a warble of 'daddy' on his lips and a shout he tries to muffle away. )
no subject
He holds Eddie like that, drags the other hand to soothe over his lower back, coos real soft and starts to fuck again real slow. ]
Knew you could do it, baby. Look at you - you make a mess, baby?
[He keeps fucking him slow, light, real sweetly. Keeps his fingers curled, keeps them moving.]
no subject
he hiccups as he's fucked again, stretched and full. ) Sorry. For the mess, I'm sorry.
( he flexes his thigh sand tries to fuck back into daddy's hand, onto thick fingers that he wants to keep inside of him even as they press relentlessly inside; he moans, he thinks. maybe he's making the sort of sounds he likes to hear falling from jem's lips, from anyone giving themselves over to him like this. it's addictive, it's also too much too soon. he's crying still, feels something coiling in his chest and he wants more of it, wants more of it but it feels like too much. ) 's too much. I'm gonna come again. Daddy-- stop. I can't.
no subject
[He isn't actually sure if Eddie can; the slow dig of his fingers, fucking deep, hard. He twists his arm a little, gets an easier angle and then moves his other hand hand, massages along a mottle thigh, thumbs lightly rubbing against the flesh, the bumps of the scar tissue.
Perhaps cruelly, he teases in with a third finger, bullies a little at Eddie's hole with the tip of it, doesn't push too far beyond a tease. He hums low, wets his lips. ] Come on baby, you can do it.
cw: bad takes on sex workers
it feels impossible but his dick's jumping again, his balls drawing up. like he's almost there, like he can. daddy's asking. no. daddy thinks he can so suddenly, something snaps, and he wants to. needs to. ) Daddy, please. Please.
( there's a slur to his voice now, between the roughness. maybe it's lost to that, to the tears down his face and the mess he's making while spread open, wrung out and not quite used. the stretch is so good, so much but it's all pleasure how. the unrelenting fucking, the calloused touched to his thighs that would have had him gasping anyway but is what makes him cry out again like a cheap hooker trying to sell it.
except he's not faking it when his vision blurs, when he's shaking in daddy's lap and clenching around his fingers as cum dribbles from his cock; a pathetic drip, less of a mess to clean but embarrassing on a level he doesn't quite grasp. it hurts, it hurts so good that he's moaning for it even as he turns to hide his face in the blankets like daddy can't see all of him, like the blotchy flush to his chest is new. )
cw: some internal feminisation thoughts
One more, baby? [He pushes the third finger in too; twists and fucks in fast, fast, fast, keeps Eddie right on the edge, doesn't let him come down. ] You think you can?
no subject
he's already on the edge of it, held there by the thigh fingers stretching him wider yet. it doesn't sting any more and over-stimulated as he is, he doesn't try to scramble away from the unrelenting assault. he shakes his head against the mess of a blanket, whines. he can't, he can't, but-- ) Can try-- I can.
( for Daddy.
except it just hurts, except he's just trembling as the crescendo keeps building, as his hips twitch forward against thin air. he's not hard anymore but it feels like he's going to come, hurts more than before. he lets out a frustrated whine, like it'll help. it doesnt; a sob that follow. )
no subject
[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.
no subject
the touch on his thighs and ass is soothing, reminds him that his cheeks ache from the spanking. ) Mmmhmm.
( the instructions are hard to follow, mostly because he's still trying to breathe right and shaking. so the knock is soft but he can, he can focus for Daddy even if he can't cum again. )
no subject
He amends, softer: ] Do you want it, Eddie?
no subject
his brows furrow slowly, nose crinkling like somewhere underneath the soft, pliant creature there's the ghost of eddie munson sneering at the stupidity of the question he's just been asked. it's more confusion now, with the tear stained cheeks and glossed over eyes. ) Uh huh. Want you in me. Wanna feel full.
no subject
[It's good enough. It's a bit of a thing, lowering Eddie fully down onto the ground. It's a little like moving a wheelbarrow at first. Between it, he looks down at the mess Eddie's made of his floor and feels the arousal kick hard in his gut. Jim strips when it's done; removes his shirt, undoes his pants and lets them fall to his ankles, steps out of them and right onto his knees.
He's generous with the oil; drips it over the curve of Eddie's ass, between the crevice. Then onto his own cock, stroking it back to full hardness. Then it's a very careful manoeuvring of Eddie on his back, pillow under his hips. It's messy, when Jim takes Eddie's thighs and splits them open, pushing them close to Eddie's chest; when he lines up his cock and starts to ease inside, slow, slow, slow.
He kisses Eddie through it; huddles over him like a solid blanket and licks into his mouth, kisses him soft, hungry right up until he's seated all the way to the hilt inside of him. ] Good boy, just breathe for me.
no subject
he gets further on the little nest and then slumps forward, floating a little as jim moves around behind him. he doesn't really pay attention to it until there's cool oil on his ass and he hisses, whining before the grievance is forgotten and he's facing the older man. )
Daddy. ( like this he sounds a little reverent, a little breathless with delighted wonder like eddie's floated off and then come back to himself. it's maybe the wrong tone for the moment he's bent in half, stretched further than he was prepped for. he tenses at first, groans, and then relaxes against first push until it's not a pain but a discomfort he needs distraction from.
he finds that in Daddy's mouth, moans into that kiss and wraps his arms around broad shoulders because he's kept in place by his chest. when hips settle against his ass, eddie's left panting between them. )
'sgood. ( he slurs, sooner than he normally would. the discomfort's gone, melted away into that feeling of toomuchgoodgoodgoodgood that's settled over him. he can't rock his hips like this, not with his legs still shaking a little but he clenches down, wants to be good; wants to be tight. ) I'm good. Promise.
no subject
Jim fucks slow, deep. He shifts on his knees, drags one of Eddie's leg up onto his shoulder to make the angle better, and fucks him in front of his (their) fire like he's making love. He is, in a way. This isn't unlike when he fucked Billy under the stars, and that had absolutely felt like making love.
He wonders if he has a right to that. Pushes the thought aside to fuck Eddie as slow as he wants, takes as much pleasure in kissing him as he wants. He fucks into him like he he never wants to be anywhere else except inside of him, panting in his mouth, calling him his good, good boy, his perfect little boy, his sweet fucking baby. He fucks him until his hips jerk faster, until he's roiling with so much want he can't help but piston-fuck himself inside, forehead to forehead, fingers digging into the meat of Eddie's thighs. ]
no subject
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. )
no subject
[It kicks him right in the gut, drives him to kiss Eddie hard, sloppy, fucking faster, harder, harder, harder, until he's groaning low, a near growl. He fucks in deep, and comes hard, drags his cock against Eddie, deep as he can go and jerks once, twice, and then stills.
He pants into his mouth, open mouthed and spit wet kisses. He presses their foreheads together, and for a moment - this moment - he can't bear to pull himself away from Eddie. ]
no subject
he moans into Daddy's mouth instead, kisses back sloppy but keening.
the pace picks up and he can't even kiss back properly, pants into jim's mouth as as he feels the heat inside of him, feels Daddy paint his guts white and claim him for his own. eddie wants him here forever, wants to feel the weight of him pressing deep where it belongs. he wants to keep him so he forces his arms to move again, wrapping around jim's neck to keep him close as he leans up to press their mouths together.
this moment feels different, somehow, than any other time they've been in this position. eddie wants to make it last, wants to stay in it for eternity in this little bubble full of feelings he can't quite name; this place that's warm, that's safe, that's theirs. )
Mm.. Stay? Like this? ( he says, soft, and delicate and slurred still because he's floating, floating, floating and those words want to turn into something else. )
no subject
He stays deep inside, too. Softens slow while still enveloped in the tight heat that is just Eddie. He holds so, so still, stroking at Eddie's jaw, the soft baby-hairs at his temple. He stays exactly like this, and doesn't really know how long for. Until the stickiness is uncomfortable, until he really has to roll onto his back, dragging Eddie on top, and still doesn't pull out. Instead he presses Eddie's cheek to his chest, cards his fingers through his hair and just lets them drift, quietly. ]
no subject
distantly, he gets why jem likes this from the other side. he wants to keep Daddy in him as long as he can, wants to never lose the feeling of being stretched out on him. he drifts in out and of a light sleep as the fire burns beside them, as fingers card through his hair. eventually, he presses a kiss over jim's sternum, murmurs, ) Thank you.
( but he doesn't have much more in him than that, not now that he's been so fucked out and pulled out of his mind to this perfect place where he can float and his mind is quiet for the first time in a long time. )