[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. )
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[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.
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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.
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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. ]
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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. )
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[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. ]
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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. )
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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. ]
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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. )