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{ texts, videos, phone calls/voicemails, action -- leave 'em here for Eddie }
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The blazing pace his physical impulses for Steve has taken -- no urging needed from the city, just having the seed of their kissing planted -- still has Eddie's head spinning. So he hums softly under his breath, still not moving and letting his body feel whatever it's going to feel. The ache of his cock probably won't have much of a chance of diminishing until he makes the move to commit to pulling away but damn if being up against Steve isn't one of the best feelings he's had in awhile.
He realized his eyes had shut for a few moments while drinking in how good, positive, he feels, when he hears Steve speaking with more than an endearing gratitude and short phrase. Eyes opening slowly, his head tilts at the comment about how fast the city likes to make people go. He nods, breathing in and out in a way that seems measured, but really he's just contemplating the very basic two options Steve has presented. His breath hitches a bit as he settles on what he knows he wants, the sensible (he thinks, he hopes) choice clear.
With a small groan, he glances off to the side and nudges his forehead softly to Steve's. ] Let's hang out. See how it goes later.
[ And, finally, his body very very slowly starts to shift away, staring at Steve the whole time. He doesn't really wanna move away, brown eyes reluctant but not lacking in certainty once he's laying down on his side, having grabbed a pillow to prop under his head, arm inclined.
Questions for Steve start to pop up in his mind, ones about his experiences, what all he's done with guys. Eddie doesn't ask, yet, though. He worries that if he's open in that moment then he'll stay hard, get harder, and the whole thing will fire back up. Which would be fine if not for what they both want, a pace that's easy, not forced.
So, instead he points out the food, the beer. He's still hungry, that's for sure. It's difficult to not think about how soft Steve's lips and fingers are, how he'd felt his cock grinding on Eddie's that same day, but Eddie is determined to let the kissing be what it is. An exploration, a tease that turned into a very deal attraction, and well, nothing else has changed other than that they like kissing each other, right?
So he hangs out with Steve, chatting and eating, finding it's easy to be with him, has been since he arrived and in Hawkins. Steve is more confident about the lay of the land, experiencing what the city has to throw at them, and he's grateful to have him to rely on.
Eventually as the night wears on, he brings up maybe one of the most important possessions Steve's told him about. ] So. Those records. There's nothing, like, embarrassing in there, is there? [ He smirks, teasing but also...I mean, he's a metalhead with a very specific set of musical interests, so. There is a level of seriousness, too! Sorry, Steve. ]
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Because he does care. If that's not abundantly clear from trying to get Eddie out of the Down, to teaching him to navigate this place, to his offer of being a quota partner. He knows enough about Eddie's life to know he got a shit deal, especially if he ends up dead at the hands of whatever that thing he saw in his nightmares. No one deserves that.
So he eases back into a natural banter with him, something that he's been able to do already. They finish off the pizza, still sipping on beer as eventually they end up on the floor.]
Take a look, man. I'm not embarrassed by anything. Might not be entirely to your standards, but like I said, some of them up there are yours. Once you get set up in a place, you can have them back. [Lee has similar tastes to Eddie, but he hasn't knocked his taste in music. Other people have in the city, but then they've said shit about his fashion and looks just based on the fact he's from the 80s, so that's a pretty stupid opinion to him anyway. Who cares about being modern when he's modern for being from 1985.]
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His head tilts as his focus is drawn on the collection, eyes popping in awareness when he gets to one of his records. After a minute, he slips one out, holding it toward Steve. ] You're taking good care of them, and music is best enjoyed shared. [ And he moves up, ready to take it upon himself to get the album up and playing.
He eyes the record player carefully, head tilting again in curiosity. It's just, new to him, and he's always been an inquisitive person. ] You'll like this -- [ a beat, a lift of the arm and setting it back down over the vinyl, moving to turn the player on ] I think. [ He laughs a little, slipping the needle to the appropriate line for the track he wants to have played.
Settling back down, sitting close to Steve, he meets his eyes. He speaks over the intro, the guitar music. ] It's Sacred Heart. By Dio. Always did like the lyrics. Just, let me know what you think? [ He's sitting cross-legged, nudging a knee over to gently touch Steve's knee or leg, whichever is easier access. He lets it linger there for a second before shifting back, a little closer now.
Eddie brings the album cover back into his hands, eyeing the mystical imagery on it. Unsurprising that he'd found this one while he was there before, now opting for a somewhat softer tune to match his overall mood and impression with the day's activities. It's a special day, one of self-discovery he didn't realize he'd even had in him. He doesn't want to drift too far from Steve either, head bopping slightly with the music as he mouths the lyrics. ]
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So he just watches, recognizing the album cover, but not knowing the music at all. It was definitely something Eddie would be into. Steve sat back and listened. It was harder than what he was used to, but it was a good beat, though it certainly was the lyrics that captivated the song. And it was definitely even more of Eddie’s style. He smiles though, listening to the message, foot tapping along to it halfway through.
Eddie settles in closer, pressing his leg to his. He likes this part, too. He looks over at him, clearly in his element. Considering the last thing he saw in his nightmares this is much preferable.]
I’m glad you’re here. I know it’s still shit and all a lot of the time, but—- [Well he’s been pretty alone save her Nat and Yelena the last month, and he lost two people he cared about the month before that.]
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His brows furrow a touch when Steve continues, trailing off and leaving Eddie staring over with several seconds of quiet concern. Considering, he smiles again, the expression leaning toward more of that winning Munson smirk. ] Me too. It'd be shit being alone. And I wouldn't wish being here on any of my friends. [ Gareth. Jeff. ] And it woulda been weird if Wheeler or Buckley were here. [ A beat, a blink. ] Not that I'd wish it on them either, I'm just...glad it's you. Steve.
[ And with only a couple seconds of pause, he leans over slow and to give time for Steve to move, shift, stop what's about to happen. His eyes lock and hold with Steve's until his face is close, shutting as he brushes his lips against Steve's. It's sweet and short, though not rushed and he hums low in his throat as he pulls back with eyes still shut until his back straightens again, warm smile for Steve. ] Not shit all the time, anyway.
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Steve isn't actually expecting him to lean in for a kiss, but it at least feels a little more natural right then. Eddie doesn't pull all the way back, and he grins over at him.]
No, not all the time.
[He leans in for another kiss, wanting more in that moment. If Eddie is giving, Steve is happy to do so. It's been awhile since something like this felt good and meaningful for him.]
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He deepens their second kiss, reaching to hold gently onto the side of Steve's face letting their lips hold together longer. It feels good, amazing, and his head spins again at the awareness of just who he's kissing. Maybe it's a hint of doubt or uncertainty in what all it is they're doing, but what Eddie does know is that he just wants to be there with Steve to figure it out. In reality, he feels deeply and his own considerations get tangled up, so it's easier to pull back a little to see Steve. ] Those lips are gonna get me in trouble, aren't they? [ Not that he minds, but it's purposefully playful to bring levity rather than any heavier feeling.
His calloused fingers drift off Steve's cheek, and the tingling from sudden lack of warmth and contact makes him regret it but Eddie swallows softly. He lets the hand fall to Steve's knee in a soft tap, fingers resting there to caress small circles. His hand remains there, touch light. ] Why don't you pick out a song now, unless you really wanna have Dio ringing in your ears all night?
[ He certainly wants Steve in his ears, his eyes, for the night, gaze drifting to the record player as he's swept up in that idea and how it could play out. ]
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When Eddie pulls away, he just sort of grins that stupid, little grin. Well Eddie can clearly kiss him any time. He doesn't mind. Not when he touches him like that.]
Umm, yeah. Let me see. [He stands and shifts through his own collection before pulling out one of Prince's albums and puts on one of his songs, figuring to make it light. And can Eddie really talk shit about Prince? It feels like a safe choice as he sits back next to his friend.]
So, ugh, where were we? [The cheesiest line, maybe, but he does lean in to kiss Eddie again, because it is nice.]
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He almost chuckles, instead humming against Steve's lips. Contentment is joined by anticipation once more, head shaking a teeny bit, waves bouncing a little as he pulls back. Still stays close. ]
Where indeed. I dunno, man. You wanna get all...hot and bothered again? [ There's a daring tone even he's not expecting in his voice, small grin on his lips. ] 'Cause, I uh, well. You keep up with that [ he reaches up to tenderly press one finger on Steve's lips; whether he means the words spoken or the kisses, or both, he doesn't say ] well... [ he breathes out, pleased and a little yearning ] I can only get hard so many times before I gotta do somethin' about it.
[ And he lets those words linger between them, eyeing Steve carefully. His own flirting is often overly playful to get a rise, and he's not really sure what they should do. If there's a something that should happen. Some next progression.
So with a couple of seconds of silence and biting his bottom lip, he quickly adds -- ] I wanna see you. If you wanna show me. [ Cheesy line, maybe, but Steve and just being with him has Eddie's mind racing right back to what they maybe, might, could, do. ]
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So Steve kisses him quickly, trying to reassure him that it's okay.] If this is something you want, I'm not going to say no. I just want to make sure like it's all cool. It's not something you're going to look back on and regret because the city fucking sucks. [He awkwardly bites on the inside of his cheek, thinking about the words to use.]
I want it to be good for you-- whatever we do. [He's not insinuating it has to be sex. He gets they've both got needs, and they can explore through this if he wants, but he needs to hear it from Eddie first that this is okay. Because he desperately wants it to be.
Of course it doesn't hurt when Eddie says he wants to see Steve. He's aware of how he looks, in and out of clothes, but it makes him smirk a little that Eddie wants to see him. He can definitely give him that easily enough, shedding his shirt over his head.]
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A new tightening in his stomach follows that 'whatever we do,' light and constant nod as he considers. He works his bottom lip with his teeth, the action seizing up as he watches Steve take his shirt off. ] Well that's, ah, good. A good start. A start of -- [ and his words fall off, realizing he's leaned in and thoughtlessly brought a hand up and onto Steve's chest, fingertips just below his collarbone. He breathes out, slow and not at all centering himself. He really doesn't have the words yet, liking how it feels to touch Steve, so he's left closing any distance to kiss him. Longer than Steve's reassuring one but not deep, just a way to occupy his mind for a few seconds.
It brings back remembering moments of starting and stopping, kissing and pressing in together, with Steve of all people, that day. He knows he wants more too, knew it when Steve had been on top of him in his bed.
He leans back, palm still pressing against Steve's skin. ] You're good. I'm good. And maybe most important, we're good. I know what I've regretted in life, Steve. And this isn't it. [ He breathes out, a long exhale, eyes locked with Steve's. ] I promise. It's cooler than cool. It's... [ and his hand slides fingers down Steve's chest, stopping to rest on his leg ] being here, it's fuckin' weird. But I'm no fool. I'm not gonna miss a shot to...get something I want, especially when it feels like...this.
So, Steve. Thanks. For being cool. [ Thanks for the consideration of consent and checking in, but he's not equipped to say that so bluntly. ] I'm not used to, ya know, blunt moments like this. About, sex. [ Look he's being really vulnerable here, Steve, and the color rising on the otherwise extremely loud and proud metalhead's cheeks might be indicative of that.
He clears his throat, giving a small, intimate smile. ] But, uh, I...um, had an idea... [ a spare look away, a sharper little inhale; he doesn't think Steve's judgy or will say 'no' or anything; Eddie's sexual experiences haven't been chockful of coming out and saying what he might want. It's always been more of a quick to the fucking kind of thing, and always with women.
He really did mean it when he said that he wants to see Steve, too. All of him. He takes a couple seconds to get it out. ] Might be fun to like...get off together? [ And, with all the regular confidence he possesses, Eddie pulls his own shirt off too, wanting to show himself to Steve in turn. ]
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Kinda helps when one of his jobs is at the rec center, and there's a gym and a few different martial arts classes. Steve's not the best at it, but well, he'd like to not get punched in the face so often, though it still happens in the city, too.
It registers that Eddie's talking again, and he looks up with a genuine, little smile on his face.]
I know. I know it's new to like a lot of people, and I didn't want to push you into anything or make it like... less serious than it is. [If it's his first time with a guy, with Steve himself. All of that is important to him, but he's glad the both of them are on the same page, because right now he can feel the blood rushing to his cock when Eddie tells him he has an idea-- it's probably better than what Steve tends to come up with, so he's happy to go with it.
And he's even happier when Eddie pulls off his own shirt, moving in to kiss at his shoulder down to his clavicle before looking back up.]
Like jerk off? Yeah. Yeah, we can do that.
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No pushing done. Promise. [ Warmth radiates out from where those kisses trail, biting his lip and tightening his throat to keep a moan in. He knows that, if they do this, there will be no holding any sounds back. Not that he cares, but he wants to hear how Steve responds.
His chin lifts, head nodding down slowly, eyes darkening and lips parting in a quiet smacking sound. ] Okay. [ His tongue drags over his top lip, stealing a long gaze at Steve's chest again, shifting where he sits, cock twitching. He leans in, planting a kiss on the top of Steve's shoulder. ] Where? On the floor?
[ Those words spoken by Steve, idea of jerking off about to be a reality now cemented in Eddie's mind, his hands get restless. He's also headier than he'd even expected, deferring to Steve's to determine if they should jerk off just right there where they are. Or in his bed. Or, wherever else. He reaches over, fingers deftly undoing any fastening on the other man's pants, urge to see all of Steve settling within him.
Yeah, he's 110% going to be able to keep his hands to himself during this. Totally. Not even something he's thinking about, just suddenly wanting them both to have their clothes off. He's already unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans too, head tilting to gaze longingly at Steve. ]
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Plus if this goes really well, they can just end up rolling over and passing out. It's really a win, win for him. So even as Eddie is trying to undo his pants, he's pulling them both to their feet, hand in hand. Eddie ends up with his back to Steve's bed, and Steve shakes his head.]
Nah, the bed's way more comfortable. [But before they actually get there, he's swooping in to kiss him a lot more hungrily, mirroring the way they were heatedly kissing earlier so he can slowly lower the other to the bed. Steve's hands are already working on Eddie's jeans, too. Both of them need to free themselves.]
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He really would've done it all there on the floor, heard swimming once more, but he rises with Steve's encouragement, head cocking with that shake of Steve's.
Then, a smirk that turns into a grin, nodding but caught in the kiss, moaning into it and responding in kind. His chest tightens when he feels himself being lowered to the bed, legs spreading open already. With a hum into their connected lips, he pulls back, all of the blood rushing to make him hard but still inside his pants, he has time for a joking comment. ] You gonna jerk off on top of me, Harrington?
[ But his hands are reaching to fully get Steve's pants open and off, tugging fabric down and not being bold enough to yank his boxers off, letting Steve do that. It'll probably he hotter to see him stripping anyway. His own jeans undone, Eddie scoots back just a little, lifting his hips to tug them off, letting them fall down to his ankles to nudge them away with his feet. Eyes bright and wanting, he looks up at Steve as he lays there, shifting to prop himself up on his elbows, knowing he could have made more room but already committed to appreciating the view of the other man above him.
They really are doing this too. It's the most exposed flesh of another guy he's seen that wasn't familial or platonic or in gym class, and his dick twitches beneath fabric, his lower half doing a brief back and forth shimmy in place as he lets his hardon tent while he looks longingly at Steve. ] Wanna see you. [ His gaze drifts deliberately to stare at Steve's groin, meaning that desire wholeheartedly. ]
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He's seen Eddie go off of course, everyone knows how passionate he can get, and he can't blame the guy. People were dicks to him even in his time, and Eddie took it as a way to show them he was who he was, and no one was going to take that from him. It's admirable really, coming from someone that only within the last few years has been his more authentic self.
He gets the hint though, having Eddie stare directly at him as he strips himself down.]
I'm getting to it. [He's more amused as he sheds his boxers, already tenting a little from what they've done already. Yeah, this is definitely happening, and Steve's more than okay with it.]
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He gives an approving sound, a rolling hum that lingers, staring directly at Steve's cock when it's revealed. Curiosity and lustful need shoot off on all cylinders and he's a fraction of a second away from touching Steve with direct intimacy before he tasks himself with bringing his hands to start rolling the band of his own boxers down. He's already hard, stiff from the buildup, from the sheer fact that it's been however many hot minutes since he's been intimate with anyone at home. It's the first that anyone has seen his hard dick, in person, since he's been in the city. He breathes out long and slow, eyes resting on his own erection, Steve's right there in the background of it. ] Jesus.
[ He can't help but feel glued to the bed for a few moments, pent up with sensations and possibilities before he nods several times. ] Yeah. Get on top of me. [ And he'll shift around to make room for Steve, adjust accordingly, already happy and wanting their skin to touch, all of their flesh exposed and able to touch in ways he'd never imagined.
He finally looks up to Steve, eyes soft for a moment, lips parting. ] If you want to. [ For the headiness he feels, he wants this to be fully consensual, the meaningfulness of being like this with Steve not at all lost on him. ]
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So he moves over Eddie, his dick naturally pressing against the other's. It makes him inhale sharply, feeling how hard they both are at once. He can grab them both in his hand, stroking at once. He answers without saying anything, just smirking back at Eddie, waiting for his own reaction to what he's doing. It's not as easy to do, but he can jerk them both off for now, dipping down to kiss him again. He means to pin him there, hungry and hard now.]
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Eddie's breathing picks up in rate and volume when Steve actually starts to move on top of him, their nudity giving him goosebumps, but a guttural groan sounds when their shafts touch. His stomach clenches hard when Steve's hand slides around his dick, pressing the two of them together, an unadulterated and wanton cry of a moan leaving him. Yeah, the smirk definitely goes unseen, and hope nobody's home to hear that initial moan, or the preceding ones as the joint stroking really starts up. His neck flushes, and he has to pull his eyes open as they'd snapped shut from the direct coursing of pleasure.
He doesn't even have the opportunity to try to say something right away, lips already parted but now kissing Steve back. One hand grabs onto linens, the other fiercely goes to dig fingers into Steve's hair, tangling up into soft locks. One leg slides to grip against Steve's hip as Eddie grinds with the touch, moaning as he sees sparks in his vision whenever he shuts his eyes.
Even if he wants to say anything, tease or otherwise, Steve's left him incapable of that for the moment, what with the heightened, roaring pleasure. He does moan Steve's name into their kiss, his cock jerking and throbbing, pre-cum at its tip. ]
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All semblance of thought leaves Steve though, just taken in the moment. He knows what to do in this position, and he's always done it really well. His movements are smooth even if he's not as experienced with men as he is with women. He still knows how to make the person he's with feel good, and that's exactly what he's trying to convey.
Some hair gets in his eyes and he flicks his head to get it out. Hands are too busy, one holding himself over Eddie as the other starts working harder. He even starts grinding his hips down so that the other man can feel what it would be like if he was fucking, the slow drawn out roll of his hips and the way he rocks against Eddie's own cock, still in his hands. And with his own name on Eddie's lips, the hand sort of holding him up moves so that his hand goes into his hair without trying to pull it on the bed. He's kissing him so much harder now, feeling that heat in his stomach coiling over and over, but before he's going to get off, he wants Eddie to at least get to his own peak.]
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There's a stolen moment of realizing how fast Steve jumped at the chance to take both of their dicks in his hand, to touch Eddie's for the first time, all while he himself had contemplated just reaching out to touch Steve.
Absorbed in every intricate moment of what's happening, he moans at the way Steve manuevers his hair out of the way. Jesus, even that's sexy? No chances he won't indeed be going to Steve again for this, something like it, something more.
Pleasure shoots as if from every atom he's made up of, racing through his legs and making them tense against Steve's body when he starts to grind up against Steve's hips, eyes closing with a white hot streak flashing across his eyes. ] Jesus, fuck. [ No thoughts, only relishing in how they writhe together, he moans when Steve is pressed more on top of him, mouths connected, and Eddie continues to tangle fingers in Steve's hair, pulling harder.
His other hand slips between them, sliding along Steve's fingers to just rest there, bringing light touches to touch over whoever's cock the stroking may guide him too. With it, he's left groaning against the touch of his own fingertips, moaning into their kiss when he feels the heat of Steve's dick.
Stomach tensing and twisting with pleasure, he can feel his cock going stiff as it can get, rigid and telling him what he needs to tell Steve. He doesn't want to stop kissing him, grasping hard on his hair, face moving back only to blurt out ] gonna come [ before he's crashed his lips back, humping up and into Steve's hand.
It's the first anyone has touched him in ages. Any stamina he might build in future months will be perhaps more impressive, but Eddie can't and won't stop his orgasm from hitting. Cum starts to spurt out, loudest moan he'd moaned roaring out of him into Steve's mouth, his entire body slamming up into Steve's to push and press their bodies together as close as they can get. ]
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Then he feels Eddie's body start to stiffen, and he takes in the way he looks, wanting to memorize this moment, and the way his body is reacting when he's feeling something good for the sake of feeling something good. Steve doesn't know everything about Eddie's life, what he's gone through, but he's been working now to give him this. So when he gives him the warning, Steve just dips down to kiss him hard, not caring if the mess is made on them both or not.
The kiss itself is almost blistering, feeling his own cock twitch in his hand. Steve's sure to keep jerking throughout the other's orgasm only releasing when he's sure Eddie's done. Steve's rock hard at this point himself. He's already jerking himself off, trying to chase that same feeling. It was hot to watch his friend fall into that pleasure, knowing he's the one that gave it to him. The smirk on his face says as much. He's breathless when he looks back at Eddie when he finally comes down.]
You want me to come on you, too? [Knowing he can already feel how Eddie finished on his own cock and stomach, but Steve clearly doesn't care about the mess. He'll just add more to it.]
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His eyes dart down Steve's body to get a long stare at his stiff cock, breath still coming out labored, panting softer now that he's come but waiting for his friend to follow just keeps his desire sky high.
The question gets an immediate shaky nod of his head, righting the action to show affirmation and adding ] Yeah, do it. I wanna feel you all over me, too. [ He already knows this will be the stuff of his fantasies, kinkier thoughts racing up in his mind. Steve Harrington being about to come on him, asking if that's what Eddie wants. Spreading their combined cum over his soft cock until he gets it hard again. Bringing it up on messy fingers to see how they taste together.
Those thoughts rolling in his head, he slides his thumb through a streak of cum he realizes is coating Steve's stomach, reaching to rub it over the head of that hard cock amid Steve's strokes. ] Come on me, babe.
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He grins when he confirms it, and yeah, this might be veering into something a little more kinky already, but Steve knows this place, and likely they'll be diving into more things soon enough. So without another word, he just starts jerking himself hard. Eyes clothes for a moment before he forces himself to look down, watching Eddie under him, just waiting for him to paint him white.
Which it doesn't take a whole lot of time to get him where he needs to be.]
You want this, yeah? [He groans again as the first spurt shoots out. It's followed quickly by a few more, landing across Eddie's chest before he's aiming himself down, wanting to get his come an Eddie's cock, too. It feels so fucking good, and it's even hotter to watch Eddie with his come just on him.]
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Head nodding, curls of hair rolling in place, brown eyes flick back up to Steve's face when those words are heard. ] Fuck yes. [ Said as he feels heat hit his chest, soft moan at the pooling warmth in a tiny splotch, and his gaze flicks back to see his friend's cock shooting out more come, a shaky groan when it hits and spreads over his own dick. And he looks back up to see Steve's expression, taking in every aspect of his face as he comes, wanting to remember exactly how Steve looks in those throes of ecstasy.
His hand slides his fingertips over Steve's fingers, wanting to make that contact as he just stares up in the satisfaction of release and of seeing the other reach the same. ] So. That's...really...fantastic. Steve.
[ He reaches up and behind him, aim to pull Steve down to press directly against his body, increasing the slick mess, wanting to capture his lips in another kiss. ]
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