I'm like seventy-five percent sure it was. There was a lot of getting sticky involved. ( which isn't true, actually, but steve likes that he gets to tease eddie a little too.

steve does have that uniform but he's bulked up enough now that it'd probably look more obscene than it did before, stretched over his ass and thighs. he hums softly, maybe a bit more flustered by the hints of need he hears in eddie's voice. it does something to him, to feel that wanted by the person he's with. it's not that steve hasn't been wanted before but it's different with eddie, something he can't quite describe but knows it feels right; better than anything before. and it's not eddie's calloused fingers wrapping around him through the thin material of the panties -- of his panties -- that have him feeling that way.

steve groans softly, still leaning forward until eddie leans back. the sound melts into a whine. ) Eddie. ( he wants to try again, suddenly wants to push it, but eddie's hand on his chin stops that train of thought a second after he does lean forward again.

steve gasps, goes easy. he parts his lips and that's so instinctual now, so easy, that that coupled with the praise, with the word 'pretty' has him flushing down his chest and wanting to squirm. ) Well, I like it when you ruin me.