[ that reaction makes Eddie grin against Steve's neck because he's definitely going to use this knowledge against him. ears, neck, and biting are all big targets in his mind now, eager to read Steve's body since he won't easily admit to things out loud.
Eddie can't help but laugh, the sound joyful rather than scathing. this is fun and exciting for him, finally able to act on thoughts that he's had for longer than he'd care to admit. getting to know Steve had definitely helped Eddie actually like him, to see how good of a person he is and how much he cares for his friends, but he would've been blind not to see how hot he was even back when he was still a jerk in high school. ]
That's not how it works, brat, but points for enthusiasm. [ biting again, this time higher up the column of Steve's neck, Eddie only pulls away when they need to get Steve's shirt over his head. Eddie has seen this view before, perfect in moonlight before his dive into the lake and bloody beneath his own vest, but nothing compares to now. his hands covered the scars that mirror Eddie's own, still hidden under his shirts and jacket and vest. he wonders if they're more sensitive at the edges and numb where the bats had gotten deeper, the way it is for Eddie's body.
one way to find out. with the shirt out of the way and his hands perfectly in position, it's easy for Eddie to push Steve back towards the bed, hoping he'll fall there rather than trying to save himself and stay upright. ]
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Eddie can't help but laugh, the sound joyful rather than scathing. this is fun and exciting for him, finally able to act on thoughts that he's had for longer than he'd care to admit. getting to know Steve had definitely helped Eddie actually like him, to see how good of a person he is and how much he cares for his friends, but he would've been blind not to see how hot he was even back when he was still a jerk in high school. ]
That's not how it works, brat, but points for enthusiasm. [ biting again, this time higher up the column of Steve's neck, Eddie only pulls away when they need to get Steve's shirt over his head. Eddie has seen this view before, perfect in moonlight before his dive into the lake and bloody beneath his own vest, but nothing compares to now. his hands covered the scars that mirror Eddie's own, still hidden under his shirts and jacket and vest. he wonders if they're more sensitive at the edges and numb where the bats had gotten deeper, the way it is for Eddie's body.
one way to find out. with the shirt out of the way and his hands perfectly in position, it's easy for Eddie to push Steve back towards the bed, hoping he'll fall there rather than trying to save himself and stay upright. ]
We'll get to you fucking me later, Stevie.