[Before he’d probably find the way he melts into embarrassing. But before Billy didn’t have to look far for gratification. Now even just Eddie’s fingers on his face feel electric. He’s never been so fucking touch-starved before: never so relieved to have a mouth against his own.
Sure, there’s the blood - sour and copper - but there’s Eddie, too. He can smell it, has his breath catching as he reaches for Eddie’s shirt to grasp tight. Fuck, even his eyes feel wet. It should be humiliating, not grounding.
And yet - it is. He feels anchored inside his own body when he swipes his tongue against Eddie’s lips, chasing blood and heat. He feels solid, feels wholly himself for a moment. ]
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Date: 2022-08-03 10:42 am (UTC)Sure, there’s the blood - sour and copper - but there’s Eddie, too. He can smell it, has his breath catching as he reaches for Eddie’s shirt to grasp tight. Fuck, even his eyes feel wet. It should be humiliating, not grounding.
And yet - it is. He feels anchored inside his own body when he swipes his tongue against Eddie’s lips, chasing blood and heat. He feels solid, feels wholly himself for a moment. ]