Stings? [soft, soft strokes. the smell is maddening. he doesn’t know how Eddie isn’t losing his shit, doesn’t know how he’s holding himself back either.
because there’s Steve looking away, exposing that pale neck. open, inviting, and his hand grips tightly for a moment in Eddie’s hair as he forces himself to stay.]
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because there’s Steve looking away, exposing that pale neck. open, inviting, and his hand grips tightly for a moment in Eddie’s hair as he forces himself to stay.]