Don't-- ( 'don't call me king steve' he wants to hiss, sharp and bitter. ) I'm not-- ( 'not easy,' he means. except he really is, isn't it?
steve's not sure what's happening to him. he feels like he's burning up, like he'll burn up eventually. eddie hasn't even really touched him, hasn't done more than he normally does, and steve's fucking losing it. he feels like he has to look like some of the girls he'd hooked up with, putting on a show when he'd barely gotten his hands underneath their shirts.
except steve's not putting this on, not pushing faked moans out past kiss-bruised lips. he feels hot, know his skin is flushed before eddie says 'i like it' and he does fucking moan this time. clutches at him like one of those same girls, trembling as steve pushed his fingers inside her.
eddie's not even kissing him. he's drinking again, drawing out blood from his veins. it hurts, it does, but it also leaves sparks of light dancing behind his eyelids before eddie even tries anything. and then eddie does try something and steve's seeing fucking stars, a kaleidoscope dancing behind eyelids screwed shut. ) Holy shit. Eddie, holy shit. ( he hisses, feels filled and full of something he can't name.
eddieeddieeddie.
that something has him burning, has him instantly so hard and aching against too tight jeans. it's a goddamn moment, a minute maybe, and something inside him short circuits. steve's left scrambling at eddie's arms, too overwhelmed to push him away and too weak to draw him in closer. the heat travels down from his neck, from where eddie's drinking and then lapping at his skin, down his spine to his cock. steve arches off the wall, feels his hips jerk and stutter as the best fucking orgasm of his life washes through him right before eddie pulls back.
he's left feeling wrecked, off-kilter, and still fucking hard after having fucking creamed his pants from a little vampire magic. it takes a moment but what just happens catches up with him, leaves steve panting and turning bright red under eddie's gaze. it makes him want to squirm, so embarrassed he can't form words. he shoves at eddie's shoulders then. ) What the fuck... What.. What the fuck was that. ( like he didn't ask for it, didn't want it to hurt and feel good all at once, like he's not still so hard and the embarrassment hasn't done anything to temper it at all. )
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steve's not sure what's happening to him. he feels like he's burning up, like he'll burn up eventually. eddie hasn't even really touched him, hasn't done more than he normally does, and steve's fucking losing it. he feels like he has to look like some of the girls he'd hooked up with, putting on a show when he'd barely gotten his hands underneath their shirts.
except steve's not putting this on, not pushing faked moans out past kiss-bruised lips. he feels hot, know his skin is flushed before eddie says 'i like it' and he does fucking moan this time. clutches at him like one of those same girls, trembling as steve pushed his fingers inside her.
eddie's not even kissing him. he's drinking again, drawing out blood from his veins. it hurts, it does, but it also leaves sparks of light dancing behind his eyelids before eddie even tries anything. and then eddie does try something and steve's seeing fucking stars, a kaleidoscope dancing behind eyelids screwed shut. ) Holy shit. Eddie, holy shit. ( he hisses, feels filled and full of something he can't name.
eddieeddieeddie.
that something has him burning, has him instantly so hard and aching against too tight jeans. it's a goddamn moment, a minute maybe, and something inside him short circuits. steve's left scrambling at eddie's arms, too overwhelmed to push him away and too weak to draw him in closer. the heat travels down from his neck, from where eddie's drinking and then lapping at his skin, down his spine to his cock. steve arches off the wall, feels his hips jerk and stutter as the best fucking orgasm of his life washes through him right before eddie pulls back.
he's left feeling wrecked, off-kilter, and still fucking hard after having fucking creamed his pants from a little vampire magic. it takes a moment but what just happens catches up with him, leaves steve panting and turning bright red under eddie's gaze. it makes him want to squirm, so embarrassed he can't form words. he shoves at eddie's shoulders then. ) What the fuck... What.. What the fuck was that. ( like he didn't ask for it, didn't want it to hurt and feel good all at once, like he's not still so hard and the embarrassment hasn't done anything to temper it at all. )