[It might be the praise that does it. Balancing his hands on the bed, hips twitching into Eddie’s hand, forehead to forehead - it could be all of that, sure, but the praise has his eyes stinging. It has his moans coming out short and high pitched, has him trying to hide his face in Eddie’s shoulder when it becomes too much.
He’s not sure which one sends him over the edge, but he’s a little wrecked, trembling with the effort to stay up right, eyes wet and mind blissfully empty. the noise wrought out of him is somewhere between a sob and a hiccup, slightly pathetic and raw.]
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He’s not sure which one sends him over the edge, but he’s a little wrecked, trembling with the effort to stay up right, eyes wet and mind blissfully empty. the noise wrought out of him is somewhere between a sob and a hiccup, slightly pathetic and raw.]