[ Eddie's not bothered by the scars - he's got some of his own, too, but he was never all that fond of the way his body looked to begin with. In his eyes? Steve looks badass. Is badass.

...Shit. Is he doing that trauma bonding thing like Nancy and Jonathan? This is not the time to worry about it. Not when Steve's moaning under him, straining in his jeans. He takes this as a good sign, teasing both nipples, feeling them stiffen under his fingers. ]

You know it. Anything you want, but - god I wanna put my mouth on you.

[ He starts by ducking his head down to suck a dark mark where Steve's throat meets his shoulder, sighing against his skin. He doesn't know if he's going too fast, but he's stopped caring. ]

Let's -- get up on the bed. And get you out of these goddamn jeans.