( no? it looks like it hurts. the skin all swollen and discolored, plumped up with steve's blood that's always rushing to the surface, waiting to be lapped up by eddie's greedy tongue. he hums, thoughtfully. a little knowingly. eddie is well versed enough to know the borderlines around pain and pleasure, to know they aren't really such opposite concepts as the grander public would lead to believe. both can be possible. maybe both are, and every time he licks harrington's thrumming little veins, it's not fear that gets his heart pumping, but excitement.
it's a theory, at least. definitely an interesting one. )
Huh.
( ringed hands fall down to the lean sides of steve's waist, a comfortable distance ever left between them, the implication there to give steve a fighting chance in pushing him off. eddie leans down, lips brushing the bend of his jaw to encourage him to the side, to give eddie the buffet of his neck in its full glory. he moves in, pressing his lips to the sluggishly bleeding wound, hot tongue prodding the entry point with a grumbly moan, pleased by even a small taste of him. hungry, as ever, for more. )
You know. When I drink up from my favorite little Stevie snack, I'm just — taking and taking. But sometimes, lately, I feel like ... I don't know, man. Like I've got something to give, too. Energy, or something. ( he steps in, pining steve a bit more fully to the wall, their bodies aligned. there's something almost animalistic in the way he mouths at steve's neck, wetting the skin, softening him up until he's flushed pink and plump. ) I think it'll make it feel real good. 'Course —
( he turns his head up, catching steve's ear lobe in between his teeth and biting, just puncturing the skin enough to milk out a few drops of blood. he sucks, greedy for it. )
I could make it hurt, too. If you're a freak like that.
( freak, from eddie's lips, can be nothing but a compliment. )
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Date: 2022-07-31 11:05 pm (UTC)it's a theory, at least. definitely an interesting one. )
Huh.
( ringed hands fall down to the lean sides of steve's waist, a comfortable distance ever left between them, the implication there to give steve a fighting chance in pushing him off. eddie leans down, lips brushing the bend of his jaw to encourage him to the side, to give eddie the buffet of his neck in its full glory. he moves in, pressing his lips to the sluggishly bleeding wound, hot tongue prodding the entry point with a grumbly moan, pleased by even a small taste of him. hungry, as ever, for more. )
You know. When I drink up from my favorite little Stevie snack, I'm just — taking and taking. But sometimes, lately, I feel like ... I don't know, man. Like I've got something to give, too. Energy, or something. ( he steps in, pining steve a bit more fully to the wall, their bodies aligned. there's something almost animalistic in the way he mouths at steve's neck, wetting the skin, softening him up until he's flushed pink and plump. ) I think it'll make it feel real good. 'Course —
( he turns his head up, catching steve's ear lobe in between his teeth and biting, just puncturing the skin enough to milk out a few drops of blood. he sucks, greedy for it. )
I could make it hurt, too. If you're a freak like that.
( freak, from eddie's lips, can be nothing but a compliment. )