not like jason did. soured at the edges with fear and hate. there's trust and love, so much love, in steve's veins. its the ambrosia of the gods, literally warming his skin like the sun. and that moan sends all that brand new blood flowing straight to his dick.
but he minds his hands. thinks of how billy would feel if he blew their chance at getting somewhere safe because he couldn't stop himself from feeling up steve harrington.
and so he drinks deep, but keeps it short. laving his tongue over the wound to coax the skin to close - and unable to stop himself from chasing stray droplets with his tongue, pulling back.]
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Date: 2022-08-10 12:39 am (UTC)not like jason did. soured at the edges with fear and hate. there's trust and love, so much love, in steve's veins. its the ambrosia of the gods, literally warming his skin like the sun. and that moan sends all that brand new blood flowing straight to his dick.
but he minds his hands. thinks of how billy would feel if he blew their chance at getting somewhere safe because he couldn't stop himself from feeling up steve harrington.
and so he drinks deep, but keeps it short. laving his tongue over the wound to coax the skin to close - and unable to stop himself from chasing stray droplets with his tongue, pulling back.]
Jesus, Harrington... you're something else.