[ he should tell him no. that he'll survive, and they can figure something else out later. but... but...
steve's so close and he smells so good. eddie's teeth chatter and a wavering moan pulls itself from his throat.
he reaches. gently grasping steve's hand. ]
... If we're gonna do this, let me bite your wrist. [ because he doesn't... trust... himself. not with the jugular vein right there, pulsing and delicate. ]
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Date: 2022-08-06 11:23 pm (UTC)steve's so close and he smells so good. eddie's teeth chatter and a wavering moan pulls itself from his throat.
he reaches. gently grasping steve's hand. ]
... If we're gonna do this, let me bite your wrist. [ because he doesn't... trust... himself. not with the jugular vein right there, pulsing and delicate. ]