[He's picturing you, Joe. Of course. What else would he picture or think of?
And Eggsy has done just that, more than once, the devil. Devil for sure. Eggsy is Satan himself when it comes to filling Dennis' head with sinful ideas. A little devil on his shoulder whispering into his ear. Joe should probably send him a thank you at some point for it.]
No... you're not here and I fucking wish you were.
[He soon goes back to moving his hand over his cock, hand fisted tightly around himself and as he brings it up each time he'll twist his hand just a bit to stimulate the head more.]
Joe, you hard yet?
[Is this making him hard like he hopes it is? He wants to see it, to be there and help Joe with it, but alas, work. Maybe later. Right now he'll just frustrate Joe with this lovely display. As he keeps on he can feel himself getting close, which has him stopping for a second to tug his t-shirt up and he'll stuff the edge of it into his mouth, biting down. This is his work shirt after all, he can't get it dirty.
Now Joe can watch as his stomach and chest move and twitch along as his breathing gets heavier, little breathy whimpers muffled through his shirt as he works himself up.]
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And Eggsy has done just that, more than once, the devil. Devil for sure. Eggsy is Satan himself when it comes to filling Dennis' head with sinful ideas. A little devil on his shoulder whispering into his ear. Joe should probably send him a thank you at some point for it.]
No... you're not here and I fucking wish you were.
[He soon goes back to moving his hand over his cock, hand fisted tightly around himself and as he brings it up each time he'll twist his hand just a bit to stimulate the head more.]
Joe, you hard yet?
[Is this making him hard like he hopes it is? He wants to see it, to be there and help Joe with it, but alas, work. Maybe later. Right now he'll just frustrate Joe with this lovely display. As he keeps on he can feel himself getting close, which has him stopping for a second to tug his t-shirt up and he'll stuff the edge of it into his mouth, biting down. This is his work shirt after all, he can't get it dirty.
Now Joe can watch as his stomach and chest move and twitch along as his breathing gets heavier, little breathy whimpers muffled through his shirt as he works himself up.]