[ Steve feels the grip on the nape of his neck and melts into it, tilting his head back to make it even easier for Eddie to lean down and kiss him, an invitation and a plea. Even if the pace is slow, the familiar taste of Eddie's mouth is enough for Steve at the moment like a reminder that this is someone he trusts not to leave him in the lurch. Eddie has always been so good to him any time their together, even in the ways that he teases Steve or jokes with him. It's an incredible balancing act for two sarcastic and somewhat jaded men to manage together, but there's also the understanding of how far they can take something before it's too much. No matter how desperate Steve feels at the moment, he knows that it's his own impatience rather than any failure from Eddie to take care of his needs, to tease him the perfect amount to make the climax even more worth the wait.
Eddie's fingers, heavy and cool with silver, smooth around to the front of his neck and steal his breath away until they splay over his chest so close to the heart that he could easily claim if he wanted to. Swallowing thickly like he's still working past the weight of Eddie's hand on his throat, Steve nods a reply while trying to find words in his foggy mind. He can feel the bed dipping beneath him with the pressure of Eddie's knee that is so tempting to rut against, but he's also being asked—told, the question mark thinly veils the command—to lean back and there's nothing he wants more than to be under Eddie. Maybe the desire to be good and earn further praise is stronger, but it also aligns with the need to listen.
So he goes down, folding under the gentle weight of Eddie's hand and the incredible pressure of his words on Steve's skin. He doesn't shift his legs, just lets himself lean back until he's folded in half at the knees. It feels a bit awkward, but it also leaves his body sloping down from hips to head, Eddie's shirt sliding up his torso until everything below the nipple is fully exposed. ]
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Eddie's fingers, heavy and cool with silver, smooth around to the front of his neck and steal his breath away until they splay over his chest so close to the heart that he could easily claim if he wanted to. Swallowing thickly like he's still working past the weight of Eddie's hand on his throat, Steve nods a reply while trying to find words in his foggy mind. He can feel the bed dipping beneath him with the pressure of Eddie's knee that is so tempting to rut against, but he's also being asked—told, the question mark thinly veils the command—to lean back and there's nothing he wants more than to be under Eddie. Maybe the desire to be good and earn further praise is stronger, but it also aligns with the need to listen.
So he goes down, folding under the gentle weight of Eddie's hand and the incredible pressure of his words on Steve's skin. He doesn't shift his legs, just lets himself lean back until he's folded in half at the knees. It feels a bit awkward, but it also leaves his body sloping down from hips to head, Eddie's shirt sliding up his torso until everything below the nipple is fully exposed. ]