[ 'Fishing' and home improvement might be worth it for that. Billy gives a shuddering sigh, fisting his dick, palm dragging over the head on the pull off. ]
I can do it. [ Hopper's not sending him a mental projection, and Billy's keeps wavering, eyes glassy and mouth a little slack. ] Tell me.
Billy. [It’s the same voice from the dream. It’s always been Jim’s voice, hasn’t it? He’s always been capable of this. He just hasn’t wanted to admit it.
He purrs:] I know you can be good for me. You can, can’t you - baby?
[Somehow it’s the baby that feels like the nail in the coffin.]
Take a deep breath for me. Put yourself away. You’re - you’re only come for me, when I say so. You can do that. [he’s lost his fucking mind, clearly.]
[ Hopper may have lost his mind, but Billy's been falling from the edge for a while now. He breathes, exhales, whines when his hand releases and jerks away from his dick. Both hands curl into fists on his thighs, muscles twitching from the force of not jerking off and coming on the flagstones.
It's "baby" that does it. The way Hop's voice curls into something deep and dark, a purr. His memory feels potent, like it's bubbling up his throat. ]
You too. [ He gasps, then his tone turns dark. ] You don't come for anyone else. I want it.
Billy. [He should have expected this, really. He's smiling despite it, like Billy's petty, jealousness has somehow become very endearing. It's - it wouldn't be hard, really. Jim's not exactly sleeping around, he's not making an effort beyond whatever this is. Hasn't, really, since the stocks, since the festival.
He sighs, endeared, relenting. ] Okay. Okay, just for you baby. [It's getting easier to say that. He thinks he should be more repulsed by it. ]
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I can do it. [ Hopper's not sending him a mental projection, and Billy's keeps wavering, eyes glassy and mouth a little slack. ] Tell me.
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[His voice is strained. ] Keep it for me, okay? Not till I see you.
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No. [ More a whine. ] Fuck! No, I'm too close.
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[He Can, the same way -] I'm doing it for you. You wanna be good for me, don't you Billy?
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He’s never been good like this before. ]
Hop.
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He purrs:] I know you can be good for me. You can, can’t you - baby?
[Somehow it’s the baby that feels like the nail in the coffin.]
Take a deep breath for me. Put yourself away. You’re - you’re only come for me, when I say so. You can do that. [he’s lost his fucking mind, clearly.]
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It's "baby" that does it. The way Hop's voice curls into something deep and dark, a purr. His memory feels potent, like it's bubbling up his throat. ]
You too. [ He gasps, then his tone turns dark. ] You don't come for anyone else. I want it.
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He sighs, endeared, relenting. ] Okay. Okay, just for you baby. [It's getting easier to say that. He thinks he should be more repulsed by it. ]