[ Eddie kisses him, and for a second Steve freezes. Already he can feel the difference between Eddie's lips and any girl he's ever kissed, not as soft or sweet but warm and plush all the same. Part of him had wondered (hoped? dreaded?) if he would be able to tell the difference and get immediately turned off. He doesn't hate it, though, not by a long-shot; he's stunned by how right it feels. Kissing Eddie is very obviously kissing a guy, and Steve's into it. There's also the hand on his neck, a heavy weight but not unpleasantly so, like it's weighing him down when he might float away. There's also the obvious fact that Eddie had just gone for it, initiated the kiss and the touches and didn't coyly wait for Steve to make the first move. ]
Yeah. [ Licking his lips and coming back with the taste of beer as well as something more that he's instantly curious to taste more of, Steve smiles back at him. Also at a loss for words, partially because he's still doing arduous mental math about himself, Steve decides to save all of that for later and just leans back in for another kiss. His hand grips the back of Eddie's neck a little more firmly, fingers splaying out into his hair and then dragging against his nape as they come back together. This time, Steve parts his lips and closes them around Eddie's bottom lip to give it a gentle tug. ]
[ Kissing Steve is different from anything he's experienced before. Different in the broad sense that kissing any person will always be slightly different from the last, but also different in a very specific way-- one that eludes a name, for now. It's difficult to think clearly when Steve is the one kissing him now, lips parted, inviting more.
And Eddie is happy to give more, practically feels compelled to do so. His own lips part in return, the hand that is not already resting on his face dropping to curl around Steve's waist. There's a carefulness to the way Eddie proceeds, but the previous hesitance is gone. He's gotten a taste and found himself hungry for more. When he pulls back this time it's only enough so that he can speak, and even then remains close enough that their lips still brush together. ]
Hope you didn't have any plans tonight. [ He licks his lips, swallowing hard, unable to ignore the heat pooling inside him. ] 'Cause I don't think I'm gonna be able to stop doing this.
[ The way that Eddie holds him, grabs at him, is all pretty new. Steve is used to women who tend to take a more passive roll in all this—no, he's not being a sexist jerk, he's just speaking from experience. Most of the time he's had to initiate and keep things going: holding a waist or pushing backward or giving the pleasure. He likes all of that well enough, obviously, but... Well, Nancy had always been so in charge in lots of fun ways, and maybe that should have told Steve that he'd like someone being more of an active partner. Active like Eddie, a man kissing Steve and moving close to him and not waiting for prompting of any kind.
He can feel Eddie's words against his mouth as much as he can hear him, feels that dart of tongue flit across his own lips, and groans. ] Yeah, no, I'm too into this.
[ Leaning in for another kiss, this time open-mouthed from the start as he tries to chase after Eddie's tongue. ]
[ At this point, he really shouldn't need any further confirmation that Steve is into this. That doesn't stop Eddie from being just a little thrilled to hear him say so. It's almost as thrilling as having Steve come at him again, open mouthed and practically demanding more. Eddie is happy to give it to him, his own lips parting so he can work on getting a proper taste of the other man. Quiet sounds of contentment slip from him, lost against Steve's lips.
This time Eddie doesn't bother to break apart to express what he wants next. Instead his hands find their way to the waistband of Steve's jeans, hooking into his belt loops as Eddie tugs the two of them backwards, towards the bed. As much as he'd be content to stand and kiss Steve all night, he thinks they could be considerably more comfortable. Eddie hits the bed first, attempting to sit and pull Steve down with him without breaking their lips apart. The maneuver is inevitably a little awkward, but he doesn't find himself caring. ]
This... [ When he at last pulls back he's flushed and breathless, fingers skirting along the hem of Steve's shirt, hinting at their intention. ] This good?
[ The hesitation, the nerves, have since abated, but he still wants to make sure he hasn't lost Steve along the way. ]
[ Steve's stomach flips pleasantly when Eddie's hands drop to his waist, a mixture of anticipation and nerves that he hasn't felt this strongly in a long time. The warmth of it makes it easy to follow Eddie as they go deeper into Steve's room with an obvious target, the thought of which makes him echo some of the sounds from Eddie he's been swallowing down. Even as they kiss, he can feel the change in how his belt loops are being pulled, down rather than forward, and he bends over to chase Eddie's mouth for more.
When he stops, it takes a moment for Steve's brain to catch up, but the brush of fingers makes the trajectory of their evening feel very clear. Smiling down at Eddie, Steve comes closer with first one knee next to his hip and then the other, not quite sitting on his lap yet but threatening to do so. ] Yeah, very. You?
[ It isn't enough, to have Steve hovering over him like this. It's enough to pull a needy sort of whine from him. In other circumstances, he might feel embarrassed, like he needs to apologize, but not now. For as close as they are, Eddie only finds himself wanting more, nearly desperate for it. Steve is just so-- he can't put words to the end of that sentence. But whatever that is, Eddie needs to have it close to him. His hands slide from Steve's belt loops to his back, scrabbling in the fabric of his shirt. ]
Yep. So good.
[ It feels like the understatement of the century, like he never anticipated he could need another person so much. He pulls Steve back to him, bringing their lips in a hungry crash against each other. He's not sure if he's ever wanted something so badly. Eddie breaks apart with a gasp, his gaze heavy lidded. ]
I need you. [ It doesn't feel embarrassing to admit it, now. ] So bad.
[ Eddie is the kind of talkative that should have prepared Steve for him to be noisy, too, but the whine hits him right in the gut. He appreciates the answer even if it's obvious in the way that Eddie grabs at him, pulling him closer and threatening to bring him the rest of the way down into his lap. So he goes down, sitting firmly on Eddie to close the remaining distance between them as they come together again in a fierce kiss. Steve's just getting into it when Eddie pulls away again, leaving Steve to chase after his lips before he pauses to listen. ]
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Yeah. [ Licking his lips and coming back with the taste of beer as well as something more that he's instantly curious to taste more of, Steve smiles back at him. Also at a loss for words, partially because he's still doing arduous mental math about himself, Steve decides to save all of that for later and just leans back in for another kiss. His hand grips the back of Eddie's neck a little more firmly, fingers splaying out into his hair and then dragging against his nape as they come back together. This time, Steve parts his lips and closes them around Eddie's bottom lip to give it a gentle tug. ]
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And Eddie is happy to give more, practically feels compelled to do so. His own lips part in return, the hand that is not already resting on his face dropping to curl around Steve's waist. There's a carefulness to the way Eddie proceeds, but the previous hesitance is gone. He's gotten a taste and found himself hungry for more. When he pulls back this time it's only enough so that he can speak, and even then remains close enough that their lips still brush together. ]
Hope you didn't have any plans tonight. [ He licks his lips, swallowing hard, unable to ignore the heat pooling inside him. ] 'Cause I don't think I'm gonna be able to stop doing this.
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He can feel Eddie's words against his mouth as much as he can hear him, feels that dart of tongue flit across his own lips, and groans. ] Yeah, no, I'm too into this.
[ Leaning in for another kiss, this time open-mouthed from the start as he tries to chase after Eddie's tongue. ]
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This time Eddie doesn't bother to break apart to express what he wants next. Instead his hands find their way to the waistband of Steve's jeans, hooking into his belt loops as Eddie tugs the two of them backwards, towards the bed. As much as he'd be content to stand and kiss Steve all night, he thinks they could be considerably more comfortable. Eddie hits the bed first, attempting to sit and pull Steve down with him without breaking their lips apart. The maneuver is inevitably a little awkward, but he doesn't find himself caring. ]
This... [ When he at last pulls back he's flushed and breathless, fingers skirting along the hem of Steve's shirt, hinting at their intention. ] This good?
[ The hesitation, the nerves, have since abated, but he still wants to make sure he hasn't lost Steve along the way. ]
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When he stops, it takes a moment for Steve's brain to catch up, but the brush of fingers makes the trajectory of their evening feel very clear. Smiling down at Eddie, Steve comes closer with first one knee next to his hip and then the other, not quite sitting on his lap yet but threatening to do so. ] Yeah, very. You?
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Yep. So good.
[ It feels like the understatement of the century, like he never anticipated he could need another person so much. He pulls Steve back to him, bringing their lips in a hungry crash against each other. He's not sure if he's ever wanted something so badly. Eddie breaks apart with a gasp, his gaze heavy lidded. ]
I need you. [ It doesn't feel embarrassing to admit it, now. ] So bad.
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Yeah? How do you want me?