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Steve Harrington ([personal profile] hairsprayed) wrote2021-07-29 06:57 pm
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[personal profile] guitarpicks 2022-09-20 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. You want some? [ eddie asks as he stretches out his arm and sets the glass on his bedside table. then he wraps that arm around steve's chest, threads that hand over the one steve covered his with. he lifts their intertwined hands until he can press his lips to steve's wrist, over his pulse point. ] I did. You're a fucking dream, you know that?

[ he asks and tilts his head down, presses a kiss to the top of steve's head as he drops their hands down to steve's stomach. his other hand remains on steve's chest, blunt nails barely scraping along his skin. ] Did you? [ because that matters more than if eddie did, ultimately, and eddie's not pressing for the answer he'd like as much as he wants to hear the honest one. ]
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[personal profile] guitarpicks 2022-09-20 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
Good. Before you fall asleep on me, okay? [ because as much as it was a question, eddie does want steve to eat a little before he drifts off completely. he presses another kiss above steve's ear, nips at it but doesn't bite down before kissing the same spot. ] Yeah?

[ he smiles at that press of lips, squeezes steve's hand gently. ] We can definitely do it again. Maybe during a movie or something where I'm not moving so much.

[ but really they have plenty of time ahead of them to figure that out, there's no need to rush toward the next time when they're still technically not done for the day. ]
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[personal profile] guitarpicks 2022-09-20 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
Good boy. [ he can throw out a little praise now, is more generous with it though steve hasn't eaten the apples yet. he's promised, that's a step.

eddie chuckles as steve yawns, feels a bit tired himself and worn out even though he'd spent most of his time just try to hold himself together instead of stuffed full and floating. yawning is contagious so a moment later he's hiding a yawn in steve's hair. ]
Mmm.

[ he presses a kiss to that spot, then another. ] My pleasure, sweetheart. And thank you. For letting me take care of you.