( 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. )
Hn...mmm? [ the sound's forced from steve's throat as eddie's tongue laps at his neck, hot and heavy. it pushes the soreness away, the way his pulse jumps in anticipation of sharp teeth break into the old wound.
eddie has reason to moan here, steve doesn't and yet it's pulled from him with barely enough time for him to try to turn the sound into something questioning and curious. his hands clutch at eddie's shirt, sliding from where he has leverage at his shoulders over his biceps. eddie's wearing some band t-shirt he thinks but he doesn't really recognize the name. not that he would even if he weren't a bit lost in his head the second eddie steps closer, pinning him in.
he should feel like prey. definitely. under a predators gaze, pinned by sharp teeth at his neck but he doesn't. somewhere along the way, steve's gotten his wires crossed where danger doesn't scare him any more. that's why he was willing to jump off that boat, why he'd volunteered to be eddie's free meal as often as he needs him.
pinned more firmly against the wall, steve shudders. this is different from every other time, eddie's more aggressive and his words are doing something. maybe the energy thing he's talking about already? maybe it's that eddie says 'favorite' and steve's never really been anyone's favorite before. maybe it's that his mouth is so hot against his skin, making the near-permanently bruised skin there throb along with the pitter-patter of his heartbeat. ] Like magic energy stuff?
[ he tries to think about it and this time eddie goes for his ear. which isn't fair because that's always been a weak spot. nancy found it too and steve had been fucked then. this time it's a sharp sting that has him gasping, left a little breathless and panting when eddie really hasn't done anything yet. he tugs eddie forward, more flush against his chest. ] What if-- Why not-- Why not both? [ he hears himself say between panting breaths, voice muffled to his own ears. ]
( ah. responsive, isn't he? has eddie somehow managed to miss it this whole time, or is he just finally really, actually looking at steve? putting his own hunger on the back burner to notice steve's, the pounding of his heart as loud as drums inside of eddie's ears, beating and beating and beating. )
You're kinda easy, King Steve.
( he pushes his fanged grin on his neck, teeth descending into long, white needles the press threateningly to his skin. )
I like it.
( it's old hat by now, and yet — eddie never gets tired of it. the taste of steve, the heat of his blood filling his mouth as he bites down on his abused neck, immediately groaning with the taste of his blood coating his tongue. he tastes like candy. skittles. sweet little pops of flavor that feel addictive once he starts — he just wants to drink from him forever, taste and taste and taste, coat himself in the flavor of steve that's as joyous as he once thought of ketamine and cocaine. no way, nothing else can even compare to steve's blood, his life force emptying out in eddie's veins. feeding him, filling him.
he's learned how hard to press, though. he takes a comparatively short drink all things considered, given the experiment about to take place, that he probably should've thought more about, but didn't. it does seem like the instinctive thing to do, really — this build up of a certain something inside him that wants, on some level, to be inside steve. payment for what he's given him, the very gift of life. eddie doesn't argue with his instincts. teeth still plunged into his neck, he pushes whatever the thing he has building up inside himself into steve, and it feels — good, actually. a relief. not unlike orgasming, in fact. pressing all this build up of energy and essence back into him, filling up the spaces he stole right back up.
eddie's panting by the end of it, recoiling his teeth and laving over the flesh wounds, until the bleeding settles into a sluggish, barely there drizzle. he pulls back, cheeks flushed with steve's blood, his mouth feeling plump and bruised from all the attention given to his body. )
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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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. )
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Date: 2022-08-01 12:01 am (UTC)eddie has reason to moan here, steve doesn't and yet it's pulled from him with barely enough time for him to try to turn the sound into something questioning and curious. his hands clutch at eddie's shirt, sliding from where he has leverage at his shoulders over his biceps. eddie's wearing some band t-shirt he thinks but he doesn't really recognize the name. not that he would even if he weren't a bit lost in his head the second eddie steps closer, pinning him in.
he should feel like prey. definitely. under a predators gaze, pinned by sharp teeth at his neck but he doesn't. somewhere along the way, steve's gotten his wires crossed where danger doesn't scare him any more. that's why he was willing to jump off that boat, why he'd volunteered to be eddie's free meal as often as he needs him.
pinned more firmly against the wall, steve shudders. this is different from every other time, eddie's more aggressive and his words are doing something. maybe the energy thing he's talking about already? maybe it's that eddie says 'favorite' and steve's never really been anyone's favorite before. maybe it's that his mouth is so hot against his skin, making the near-permanently bruised skin there throb along with the pitter-patter of his heartbeat. ] Like magic energy stuff?
[ he tries to think about it and this time eddie goes for his ear. which isn't fair because that's always been a weak spot. nancy found it too and steve had been fucked then. this time it's a sharp sting that has him gasping, left a little breathless and panting when eddie really hasn't done anything yet. he tugs eddie forward, more flush against his chest. ] What if-- Why not-- Why not both? [ he hears himself say between panting breaths, voice muffled to his own ears. ]
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Date: 2022-08-01 02:27 am (UTC)You're kinda easy, King Steve.
( he pushes his fanged grin on his neck, teeth descending into long, white needles the press threateningly to his skin. )
I like it.
( it's old hat by now, and yet — eddie never gets tired of it. the taste of steve, the heat of his blood filling his mouth as he bites down on his abused neck, immediately groaning with the taste of his blood coating his tongue. he tastes like candy. skittles. sweet little pops of flavor that feel addictive once he starts — he just wants to drink from him forever, taste and taste and taste, coat himself in the flavor of steve that's as joyous as he once thought of ketamine and cocaine. no way, nothing else can even compare to steve's blood, his life force emptying out in eddie's veins. feeding him, filling him.
he's learned how hard to press, though. he takes a comparatively short drink all things considered, given the experiment about to take place, that he probably should've thought more about, but didn't. it does seem like the instinctive thing to do, really — this build up of a certain something inside him that wants, on some level, to be inside steve. payment for what he's given him, the very gift of life. eddie doesn't argue with his instincts. teeth still plunged into his neck, he pushes whatever the thing he has building up inside himself into steve, and it feels — good, actually. a relief. not unlike orgasming, in fact. pressing all this build up of energy and essence back into him, filling up the spaces he stole right back up.
eddie's panting by the end of it, recoiling his teeth and laving over the flesh wounds, until the bleeding settles into a sluggish, barely there drizzle. he pulls back, cheeks flushed with steve's blood, his mouth feeling plump and bruised from all the attention given to his body. )
How'd that feel, big guy? You want some more?
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Date: 2022-08-01 03:59 am (UTC)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. )