[ it is cocky, but Eddie doesn't mind that. if there's one person in town who has the right to praise himself it's Steve, who is not only gorgeous but also a good person. it's damn unfair that he has so much going for him, making Eddie wonder why it is that he seems to be having so much trouble with finding someone to go steady with. maybe with all of those incredible features, it makes him picky, but then he wouldn't be letting Eddie Munson cuff him.
humming a reply, more focused on the actual tasting than responding to Steve, Eddie kisses down the center of Steve's chest. Eddie doesn't remember him having so much chest hair in high school—he was a closeted queer who had PE with Steve, sue him—and wonders vaguely if he used to shave it for some reason. smoothing his hands down from Steve's hair, Eddie drags his fingers through the dark curls on his chest and tightens the grip of one hand just enough to experiment with Steve's reaction. ]
[Cocky and sexy are the definition of Steve Harrington and that would never change. He prides himself on both as egotistical as it is but he has learned how to pull it all back and focus more on his actual personality. He would argue that he wasn't this good, great person but he's putting in the effort to change. He wants to be better and put his days of being a total asshole behind him for good. He hopes to achieve that some day.
As for his dating status? It's been pretty complicated after his nasty split from Nancy. It's easy to say that his ego took a harsh hit and that he lost his appeal to the ladies. Maybe they thought the legend of Steve Harrington was all a lie since Nancy left him and jumped right on Byers' dick. Had to be something right?
For the billionth time that night Steve finds his cheeks going flushed as those musician's fingers glide through his chest hair. At first it had been something Steve was a bit embarrassed of because most girls liked it but some didn't either. It was a hit or miss which is to be expected but it seems Eddie is a bit fixated on the dark curls.
And then comes the sudden tight grip that pulls another throaty groan from his lips and his back to arch in pleasure.
[ Eddie isn't above being a little mean, but the fact that Steve is reacting well to the bits of pain do bode well. he's not a sadist, no matter what the rest of Hellfire says, but he also doesn't want to be tiptoeing around when he'd like to bruise and bite all that tan skin. ] You like it rough, baby?
[ keeping the grip he has with one hand, the other drags down heavily across Steve's chest. he's got fairly long nails on this hand, good for playing guitar and leaving red lines across sensitive skin all the way down to his navel. he can feel Steve's cock where it's hard beneath him, pressed against his own still in his jeans that he hasn't paused to take off. ] Already squirming around like this, may I gonna have to tie your legs down so you don't try and rush me?
[It isn't much of a secret that Steve appreciates getting marked up every once in awhile. He's sported a few good hickies during his time at Hawkins High, had girls claw his back up because the sex was phenomenal and they lost themselves. He isn't a stranger to a little roughness and the deep, throaty moans slipping from his lips are a clear indication that yes, yes he does like it rough.
And the idea of Eddie "The Freak" Munson marking him up, claiming him for all the pretty girls to get jealous over has Steve feeling both intrigued and amused. The way his back tries to arch again I'd basically asking Eddie to leave each and every mark upon his skin possible so that Eddie can proudly smirk to himself about it later.]
Maybe you should take those fucking jeans off instead? Let me get a good look at you.
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humming a reply, more focused on the actual tasting than responding to Steve, Eddie kisses down the center of Steve's chest. Eddie doesn't remember him having so much chest hair in high school—he was a closeted queer who had PE with Steve, sue him—and wonders vaguely if he used to shave it for some reason. smoothing his hands down from Steve's hair, Eddie drags his fingers through the dark curls on his chest and tightens the grip of one hand just enough to experiment with Steve's reaction. ]
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As for his dating status? It's been pretty complicated after his nasty split from Nancy. It's easy to say that his ego took a harsh hit and that he lost his appeal to the ladies. Maybe they thought the legend of Steve Harrington was all a lie since Nancy left him and jumped right on Byers' dick. Had to be something right?
For the billionth time that night Steve finds his cheeks going flushed as those musician's fingers glide through his chest hair. At first it had been something Steve was a bit embarrassed of because most girls liked it but some didn't either. It was a hit or miss which is to be expected but it seems Eddie is a bit fixated on the dark curls.
And then comes the sudden tight grip that pulls another throaty groan from his lips and his back to arch in pleasure.
Shit.
Eddie really knows how to pull out the tricks.]
Mmmm.
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[ keeping the grip he has with one hand, the other drags down heavily across Steve's chest. he's got fairly long nails on this hand, good for playing guitar and leaving red lines across sensitive skin all the way down to his navel. he can feel Steve's cock where it's hard beneath him, pressed against his own still in his jeans that he hasn't paused to take off. ] Already squirming around like this, may I gonna have to tie your legs down so you don't try and rush me?
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And the idea of Eddie "The Freak" Munson marking him up, claiming him for all the pretty girls to get jealous over has Steve feeling both intrigued and amused. The way his back tries to arch again I'd basically asking Eddie to leave each and every mark upon his skin possible so that Eddie can proudly smirk to himself about it later.]
Maybe you should take those fucking jeans off instead? Let me get a good look at you.