[ he’s desperate to touch every part of eddie. he wants to feel him, skin against skin, chasing that reminder that they aren't alone. they have each other now, and steve knows deep down that it's stupid but he almost thinks “each other” is enough.
almost. ]
I really wanna go down on you, [ he admits, voice low and a little bit rough, still close to eddie’s ear.
he drops one hand to the hem of eddie’s shirt and slips it beneath the fabric. his palm slides gently over scarred flesh as it works its way higher, careful still in spite of eddie saying it doesn’t hurt anymore. ]
[ steve isn't the only desperate one here. it's taking all of eddie's willpower not to rip steve's clothes off right then and there, but the slight lack of true privacy has him keeping at least slight control over himself. besides, there is something inherently sexy about the fact that anyone could potentially walk in on them at any time, adding an air of danger to the whole thing.
of course, as soon as steve mentions wanting to go down on him, eddie finds his brain completely shutting down, restarting only so that it can apparently repeat steve's name over and over in his head. ]
Shit, yes. Yeah, I'd. Shit, I'd like that a lot.
[ he arches into steve's touch, and one of his hands joins steve's so he can guide it along, as if showing him that he doesn't need to be nearly that gentle anymore. if anything, steve's touch burns against his skin in a way that feels like it's healing the scars even more than they already are. ]
[ he gets the message. his hand roams up eddie's body a little bit rougher, tracing along the path of scars until his thumb brushes over eddie's nipple. meanwhile, he presses a kiss to the spot just beneath eddie's earlobe, then another to his jaw, until he makes his way back to his lips.
steve's never felt like this before. he doesn't know if it's because of this place and all the shit that's happened, or because eddie's fate in hawkins is a constant shadow sitting in the back of his mind. it's almost as if he has this full-body ache that starts pleasantly in his core but works its way up to sit heavily in his throat. like he could cry if he let himself.
of course, he's not going to let himself. instead he untangles his hand from that mop of curly hair (he's really going to have to talk hair care with eddie later) and drags his other hand back down eddie's body, then gets to work on unfastening eddie's pants. ]
[ if someone were to tell eddie that he would get the full steve harrington experience one day, he would have laughed in their face. if someone were to tell him that he would get it in the middle of a public theater on a cruise ship he might have a lot of questions. with the placement of each kiss, eddie feels his skin tingle and burn with pleasure, all seeming to rush directly to his dick.
it almost makes all of this seem worth it. if he had just died back in hawkins, he would never have known this kind of happiness. he would never have known what steve tastes like, or the map of each freckle on his skin. he chases those thoughts away though, focuses on being present in the moment, lest steve thinks he's doing a terrible job instead of eddie just getting trapped in his own thoughts.
his jeans are already tight, but once steve's hands are at his belt buckle, they only seem to grow even tighter as the anticipation alone makes him moan, his toes curling in his boots. he brings a hand up to steve's hair, brushing fingers adorned with rings through that hair and fixing steve with a soft smile before he helps steve gets his pants all the way off. shit, they're really doing this. he almost needs to pinch himself to convince himself that this isn't just a really elaborate dream. ]
[ that moan does something to steve, makes his own breath hitch as he settles on his knees between eddie's legs. it makes him eager to see what other sorts of sounds he can draw from eddie.
he looks up as he licks his lips, running his hands over eddie’s pale, bare thighs, and thinks, not for the first time, shit, he’s so pretty. in this moment he’s not worried about whether that’s emasculating or not, or if he’s approaching this relationship with a guy the right way or not. it’s just shit, eddie’s so pretty and so goddamn cool and he wants me and i want him so much. it’s a jumble of words that’s almost difficult to parse with how his thoughts are racing in tandem with his heart.
god, maybe he should’ve sprung for somewhere a bit more romantic than this. he’s serious about eddie, and having their first intimate encounter be some rushed, half-clothed tryst in a theater feels a little juvenile — like something steve might have suggested a few years ago, when he was younger and more concerned with feeling good than creating a lasting moment. it’s a little late for that now, though. he’s already working eddie’s underwear down to expose his dick, and when he does his breath hitches again. ]
Damn, [ steve breathes, tongue darting out to wet his lips again. he’s never been with a guy before, obviously, but this doesn’t feel strange like he’d expected it to. it's just natural, because it's just eddie, and when he starts by pressing slow, languid kisses to eddie's inner thigh it's not because he's buying time to work up any sort of courage. it's because he wants this to last, despite the desperation and sense of urgency they've built and despite how uncomfortably tight his own pants are sitting right now. ]
[ maybe if their rooms were actually private, and they had more options then they would have been able to find a spot a little more romantic than this. but truthfully, eddie doesn't care at all where they are. his biggest priority is being with steve, and how he makes him feel. and right now he is making him feel like they're the only two people in this whole cruise ship, like there is zero chance of being interrupted right now.
the rest of the theater seems to melt away as steve pulls his underwear down, and eddie's cheeks go flushed as he sits there, exposed. and the way steve looks at him, not with fear or disgust, but with interest, with emotions he can't quite parse, it's only turning eddie on more and more.
each kiss that steve places on every inch of his skin draws out a moan, and the occasional whine. and because he can't not do it, he brings a hand to steve's hair, not putting any pressure on his head just yet, simply brushing his fingers through that perfectly styled mane of steve's, just because he can. ]
Take your time, big boy. [ he bites at his bottom lip as he follows steve's trail of kisses, almost trying to will him to get to the main destination. ] And if you need help [ (because it's safe to say steve hasn't exactly done this before with another man) ] I'm here to guide you every step of the way.
[ "big boy" hadn't ever really gotten much of a reaction from steve beyond the initial bafflement that would eventually become the butterflies that seemed to go hand-in-hand with flirting with eddie. this time, though. this time with eddie's fingers threaded in his hair and every nerve in his body alight with anticipation, big boy drags a groan from his throat and has him looking up at eddie through his lashes, flushed and breathless. ]
Just tell me what feels good. [ he slides his hand up eddie's thigh, letting his fingers graze his dick. ] I'll take care of you.
[ he isn't as daunted as he perhaps should be, but he knows what he likes and he figures the same stuff would feel good for eddie. so yeah, easy, right?
he still works slow, grasping the base of eddie's dick as he kisses his way up its length. he presses a kiss to the head before taking it in his mouth, relaxing his jaw as he tests what's comfortable for himself while still being good for eddie. ]
( every single nerve feels like it's a live wire with the way steve is handling him right now. he feels his dick twitch just with the hand on his thigh, even before his fingers reach his dick. now it's eddie's turn to let out a groan, and while he's mildly aware that they aren't exactly in the most private place right now, he can't seem to care about keeping at all quiet.
besides, with the way steve is looking at him, with the way his hand wraps around his cock and his lips kiss a trail from base to tip, he finds that it's all too easy to pretend they're the only two people in the whole goddamn universe. his mouth drops open and his eyes roll into the back of his head at the first feeling of steve's lips around his length. )
Fucking hell, Steve. Already feels so good.
( he gives steve's hair a gentle tug for good measure. )
( before this moment, steve wouldn't have ever said he was a hair-pulling guy. his hair is his baby. his pride and joy. look but don't touch, or touch but do so gently.
however, when eddie tugs on his hair it isn't exactly rough, but it's enough that it has steve moaning around the cock in his mouth, surprising himself, and his own dick twitches in response. he might be a little embarrassed if his mind wasn't so fixed on everything eddie.
the dim lighting might make it hard to spot, but a scarlet blush creeps up his neck and into his cheeks, all the way to the tips of his ears as he pulls back to look up at eddie. )
You can keep doing that, ( he says, breathless, as if the effect it had on him isn't obvious. ) Harder.
( as he spoke, he kept pumping his fist around eddie's shaft in long, slow strokes. now he ducks back down and drags his tongue along the underside up to the tip, before taking it in his mouth again with a new kind of confidence as he bobs his head. he wants to hear more sounds from eddie. he wants to make him come so bad. )
( the moans alone are enough to get eddie shuddering in pleasure, but then steve is goading him on, encouraging him to keep pulling on steve's hair, and now eddie is a goner. if steve's mouth wasn't already doing it for him, that right there would have sealed the deal.
but as it turns out, steve's mouth is very much doing it for him. it's a struggle to keep his eyes open and trained on steve as he takes more of him in his mouth. eddie keeps his fingers tangled in steve's hair, giving a bit of a stronger tug before guiding him along, encouraging him to go a little faster, push down a little deeper. )
'slike your mouth was made for this. So sinful, Stevie, you're gonna make me come so hard.
( eddie's words hit steve in places he didn't even know existed and he squirms on his knees with a low whine. he's not sure if his dry spell on the ship has him this worked up or if it's just eddie somehow knowing exactly how to play him — eddie being eddie — but, god, he thinks he could come untouched. it should feel pathetic but it doesn't. instead it makes his heart hammer harder in his chest and his hips rock forward in a subconscious hunt for friction as his dick aches with need.
he lets eddie's hand guide him to move faster, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks harder. he ignores the way his jaw muscles are beginning to burn and takes more of eddie in his mouth until he feels the tip of eddie's cock bump the back of his throat, but pulls back quickly before he gags. it's easy to find a faster rhythm like this, flirting with the idea of deepthroating without fully committing. )
( considering this is steve's first time on this side of a blowjob, eddie has to admit he's handling this very well. he's managed to find a rhythm and a method that works and feels so incredible that eddie swears he's about to come faster than he has in his life. which isn't saying all that much, of course, but that's besides the point.
he is especially impressed with the way steve does manage to take him in just a little deeper. just that little bit further, the way the tip of his cock hits the back of steve's throat, it's all he needs to push him over the edge. he gives another tug to steve's hair, this time as a warning.
in fact, it's all the warning eddie can get out before he starts spilling into steve's mouth. )
( as eddie comes, steve lets out a startled noise that dips sharply into a groan. with no other choice he swallows and pulls back, letting eddie’s cock slip from his lips with one last wet smack as he looks up at eddie’s face. )
Jesus Christ, ( he breathes, voice rough with want, ) You're so goddamn pretty.
( and he means it, and he thinks maybe he means it more than he’s ever meant anything. there’s no shame curling in his gut over what he’s just done. no embarrassment over being queer. he feels nothing but so much need it fucking hurts. there's no room for anything else because right now, everything is eddie. he tastes eddie, smells eddie, feels eddie, and if he doesn't get some relief soon he thinks he might (and this is not at all dramatic) actually die. he shifts on his knees, eyes still trained on eddie's face, and he finally relents, letting his hand snake down to massage himself through his pants with a sharp intake of breath. )
( a part of eddie worried that without steve's focus being on getting him off, all of the magic would be gone and steve would realize just how much he didn't want any part of this lifestyle. that for as much as he was into eddie, he wasn't into this part of dating him. it's silly, he realizes, since steve had more or less eagerly volunteered to blow him, diving right in like he had sucked cock a thousand times before.
so when steve doesn't shy away, eddie's eyes, though still dark with lust, widen with relief and surprise. he pulls steve into a fierce kiss, tasting himself on steve's lips which draws out a blush, adding to the flush that had already spread from steve sucking him off. )
C'mere, darling, let me help you see stars. ( he tugs at the collar of steve's shirt to drive the point home. ) What do you want? I can suck you off, or( he sneaks a hand under steve's shirt while he's distracted, brushing his fingers up and down steve's stomach. ) maybe you just want me to lend a...hand? ( he wiggles the fingers on the hand that he keeps all of his rings on, a smirk lighting up his face. )
( steve makes a rather undignified sound when eddie breaks the kiss, and when he's presented with options he has to take, like, five seconds to consider. his eyes linger on eddie's mouth, then flick over to those ringed fingers, and uh... the answer is both.
both is good. )
Yeah. Let's — yeah. ( that's not exactly an answer, but it's what he's got. he wants to keep kissing while eddie touches him. he wants to know how eddie's mouth feels on his dick. he's also acutely aware that he's so tightly wound right now there's a good chance he'll come the second eddie touches him and embarrass himself, but he's going to do everything in his power to make it last. ) Just touch me, ( he adds, punctuating his sentence with another kiss. ) Let's see where it goes.
( heat pools in eddie's stomach, as if he hasn't already just climaxed in steve's mouth, but that doesn't stop his dick from showing interest just at the way steve's lips don't seem to want to stay away from eddie's for very long. and eddie is all too happy to oblige, chasing after steve for kiss after kiss after kiss, all while eddie's fingers dexterously fiddle with the button on steve's pants, followed by the zipper and - aha! home free.
with a smirk, eddie slips a hand inside the pants' waistband but still keeps steve's underwear between skin and skin. )
Keep the rings on or take 'em off? ( mumbled against the corner of steve's mouth. )
( the rings have his curiosity but without lotion or lube to help ease things a little he's not so sure it's a good idea. just the thought of chafing his dick to shreds is almost enough to cool him down. )
Better take 'em off, ( he murmurs back, not without a hint of disappointment. it doesn't last long though. it can't, not with eddie's hand currently down steve's pants, and the promise that steve will find out exactly what eddie's touch feels like. rings, no rings. whatever. they have all the time in the world to figure it all out. )
( spit wouldn't be enough to keep things pleasurable for long, so it is probably for the best that eddie let go of his rings, just for now. next time they'll have to plan this out a little better so steve can get the full experience of a handjob aided along with the cool smooth metal on his fingers.
he reluctantly pulls his hand out of steve's pants before taking one of his hands and sliding each ring onto each finger, one by one. ) Keep them safe for me, will you, sweetheart? ( he accentuates this with a kiss to steve's knuckles and then gives his own palm a few licks before slipping it inside steve's boxers and finally, finally curling those long, lithe fingers around steve's length. )
Big boy, ( he comments with a smirk, ) I could tell.
( steve slips his hand beneath eddie’s hair, testing the weight of those rings as he lets his fingertips brush the nape of eddie’s neck. this whole thing – it might be clumsy and messy, the two of them fumbling in a dark theater, but god if it isn't sexy. the sight of eddie licking his own palm does something unexpected to steve and he shudders, leaning in to press their lips together hungrily as eddie’s hand snakes down his pants.
that touch is like a salve against his heated skin. soothing, but leaving him desperate for more. his cock twitches in eddie’s hand and steve makes a soft sound in his throat, an appreciative hum. )
Jesus. ( it's little more than a soft sigh into their kiss. ) You drive me crazy. You know that, right?
( not something he ever thought he'd be saying to a guy, but he means it with his whole heart. eddie has a way with words. hell, eddie has a way with everything. )
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almost. ]
I really wanna go down on you, [ he admits, voice low and a little bit rough, still close to eddie’s ear.
he drops one hand to the hem of eddie’s shirt and slips it beneath the fabric. his palm slides gently over scarred flesh as it works its way higher, careful still in spite of eddie saying it doesn’t hurt anymore. ]
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of course, as soon as steve mentions wanting to go down on him, eddie finds his brain completely shutting down, restarting only so that it can apparently repeat steve's name over and over in his head. ]
Shit, yes. Yeah, I'd. Shit, I'd like that a lot.
[ he arches into steve's touch, and one of his hands joins steve's so he can guide it along, as if showing him that he doesn't need to be nearly that gentle anymore. if anything, steve's touch burns against his skin in a way that feels like it's healing the scars even more than they already are. ]
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steve's never felt like this before. he doesn't know if it's because of this place and all the shit that's happened, or because eddie's fate in hawkins is a constant shadow sitting in the back of his mind. it's almost as if he has this full-body ache that starts pleasantly in his core but works its way up to sit heavily in his throat. like he could cry if he let himself.
of course, he's not going to let himself. instead he untangles his hand from that mop of curly hair (he's really going to have to talk hair care with eddie later) and drags his other hand back down eddie's body, then gets to work on unfastening eddie's pants. ]
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it almost makes all of this seem worth it. if he had just died back in hawkins, he would never have known this kind of happiness. he would never have known what steve tastes like, or the map of each freckle on his skin. he chases those thoughts away though, focuses on being present in the moment, lest steve thinks he's doing a terrible job instead of eddie just getting trapped in his own thoughts.
his jeans are already tight, but once steve's hands are at his belt buckle, they only seem to grow even tighter as the anticipation alone makes him moan, his toes curling in his boots. he brings a hand up to steve's hair, brushing fingers adorned with rings through that hair and fixing steve with a soft smile before he helps steve gets his pants all the way off. shit, they're really doing this. he almost needs to pinch himself to convince himself that this isn't just a really elaborate dream. ]
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he looks up as he licks his lips, running his hands over eddie’s pale, bare thighs, and thinks, not for the first time, shit, he’s so pretty. in this moment he’s not worried about whether that’s emasculating or not, or if he’s approaching this relationship with a guy the right way or not. it’s just shit, eddie’s so pretty and so goddamn cool and he wants me and i want him so much. it’s a jumble of words that’s almost difficult to parse with how his thoughts are racing in tandem with his heart.
god, maybe he should’ve sprung for somewhere a bit more romantic than this. he’s serious about eddie, and having their first intimate encounter be some rushed, half-clothed tryst in a theater feels a little juvenile — like something steve might have suggested a few years ago, when he was younger and more concerned with feeling good than creating a lasting moment. it’s a little late for that now, though. he’s already working eddie’s underwear down to expose his dick, and when he does his breath hitches again. ]
Damn, [ steve breathes, tongue darting out to wet his lips again. he’s never been with a guy before, obviously, but this doesn’t feel strange like he’d expected it to. it's just natural, because it's just eddie, and when he starts by pressing slow, languid kisses to eddie's inner thigh it's not because he's buying time to work up any sort of courage. it's because he wants this to last, despite the desperation and sense of urgency they've built and despite how uncomfortably tight his own pants are sitting right now. ]
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the rest of the theater seems to melt away as steve pulls his underwear down, and eddie's cheeks go flushed as he sits there, exposed. and the way steve looks at him, not with fear or disgust, but with interest, with emotions he can't quite parse, it's only turning eddie on more and more.
each kiss that steve places on every inch of his skin draws out a moan, and the occasional whine. and because he can't not do it, he brings a hand to steve's hair, not putting any pressure on his head just yet, simply brushing his fingers through that perfectly styled mane of steve's, just because he can. ]
Take your time, big boy. [ he bites at his bottom lip as he follows steve's trail of kisses, almost trying to will him to get to the main destination. ] And if you need help [ (because it's safe to say steve hasn't exactly done this before with another man) ] I'm here to guide you every step of the way.
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Just tell me what feels good. [ he slides his hand up eddie's thigh, letting his fingers graze his dick. ] I'll take care of you.
[ he isn't as daunted as he perhaps should be, but he knows what he likes and he figures the same stuff would feel good for eddie. so yeah, easy, right?
he still works slow, grasping the base of eddie's dick as he kisses his way up its length. he presses a kiss to the head before taking it in his mouth, relaxing his jaw as he tests what's comfortable for himself while still being good for eddie. ]
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besides, with the way steve is looking at him, with the way his hand wraps around his cock and his lips kiss a trail from base to tip, he finds that it's all too easy to pretend they're the only two people in the whole goddamn universe. his mouth drops open and his eyes roll into the back of his head at the first feeling of steve's lips around his length. )
Fucking hell, Steve. Already feels so good.
( he gives steve's hair a gentle tug for good measure. )
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however, when eddie tugs on his hair it isn't exactly rough, but it's enough that it has steve moaning around the cock in his mouth, surprising himself, and his own dick twitches in response. he might be a little embarrassed if his mind wasn't so fixed on everything eddie.
the dim lighting might make it hard to spot, but a scarlet blush creeps up his neck and into his cheeks, all the way to the tips of his ears as he pulls back to look up at eddie. )
You can keep doing that, ( he says, breathless, as if the effect it had on him isn't obvious. ) Harder.
( as he spoke, he kept pumping his fist around eddie's shaft in long, slow strokes. now he ducks back down and drags his tongue along the underside up to the tip, before taking it in his mouth again with a new kind of confidence as he bobs his head. he wants to hear more sounds from eddie. he wants to make him come so bad. )
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but as it turns out, steve's mouth is very much doing it for him. it's a struggle to keep his eyes open and trained on steve as he takes more of him in his mouth. eddie keeps his fingers tangled in steve's hair, giving a bit of a stronger tug before guiding him along, encouraging him to go a little faster, push down a little deeper. )
'slike your mouth was made for this. So sinful, Stevie, you're gonna make me come so hard.
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he lets eddie's hand guide him to move faster, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks harder. he ignores the way his jaw muscles are beginning to burn and takes more of eddie in his mouth until he feels the tip of eddie's cock bump the back of his throat, but pulls back quickly before he gags. it's easy to find a faster rhythm like this, flirting with the idea of deepthroating without fully committing. )
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he is especially impressed with the way steve does manage to take him in just a little deeper. just that little bit further, the way the tip of his cock hits the back of steve's throat, it's all he needs to push him over the edge. he gives another tug to steve's hair, this time as a warning.
in fact, it's all the warning eddie can get out before he starts spilling into steve's mouth. )
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Jesus Christ, ( he breathes, voice rough with want, ) You're so goddamn pretty.
( and he means it, and he thinks maybe he means it more than he’s ever meant anything. there’s no shame curling in his gut over what he’s just done. no embarrassment over being queer. he feels nothing but so much need it fucking hurts. there's no room for anything else because right now, everything is eddie. he tastes eddie, smells eddie, feels eddie, and if he doesn't get some relief soon he thinks he might (and this is not at all dramatic) actually die. he shifts on his knees, eyes still trained on eddie's face, and he finally relents, letting his hand snake down to massage himself through his pants with a sharp intake of breath. )
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so when steve doesn't shy away, eddie's eyes, though still dark with lust, widen with relief and surprise. he pulls steve into a fierce kiss, tasting himself on steve's lips which draws out a blush, adding to the flush that had already spread from steve sucking him off. )
C'mere, darling, let me help you see stars. ( he tugs at the collar of steve's shirt to drive the point home. ) What do you want? I can suck you off, or ( he sneaks a hand under steve's shirt while he's distracted, brushing his fingers up and down steve's stomach. ) maybe you just want me to lend a...hand? ( he wiggles the fingers on the hand that he keeps all of his rings on, a smirk lighting up his face. )
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both is good. )
Yeah. Let's — yeah. ( that's not exactly an answer, but it's what he's got. he wants to keep kissing while eddie touches him. he wants to know how eddie's mouth feels on his dick. he's also acutely aware that he's so tightly wound right now there's a good chance he'll come the second eddie touches him and embarrass himself, but he's going to do everything in his power to make it last. ) Just touch me, ( he adds, punctuating his sentence with another kiss. ) Let's see where it goes.
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with a smirk, eddie slips a hand inside the pants' waistband but still keeps steve's underwear between skin and skin. )
Keep the rings on or take 'em off? ( mumbled against the corner of steve's mouth. )
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Better take 'em off, ( he murmurs back, not without a hint of disappointment. it doesn't last long though. it can't, not with eddie's hand currently down steve's pants, and the promise that steve will find out exactly what eddie's touch feels like. rings, no rings. whatever. they have all the time in the world to figure it all out. )
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he reluctantly pulls his hand out of steve's pants before taking one of his hands and sliding each ring onto each finger, one by one. ) Keep them safe for me, will you, sweetheart? ( he accentuates this with a kiss to steve's knuckles and then gives his own palm a few licks before slipping it inside steve's boxers and finally, finally curling those long, lithe fingers around steve's length. )
Big boy, ( he comments with a smirk, ) I could tell.
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that touch is like a salve against his heated skin. soothing, but leaving him desperate for more. his cock twitches in eddie’s hand and steve makes a soft sound in his throat, an appreciative hum. )
Jesus. ( it's little more than a soft sigh into their kiss. ) You drive me crazy. You know that, right?
( not something he ever thought he'd be saying to a guy, but he means it with his whole heart. eddie has a way with words. hell, eddie has a way with everything. )