[Billy wasn’t a monster, then. he’d been an angry, terrified kid, but he doesn’t expect anyone to care about that. Steve’s blood had smelled sickening then, though: had turned Billy’s stomach with every punch. now? well, now it shoots straight to his dick, which isn’t a new experience for being near Steve, sure, but Eddie’s still hot at his back and Billy feels a little lost in it.
he feels Steve bow forward, gives him easier access, feels the twist of his shirt and moans lower, like a cat purring. he blindly reaches for the other hand, holds it out until it finds Eddie’s shoulder, keeps Steve balanced when he pulls his teeth out, tongue lapping, mouth and saliva urging the wound to clot and close. his dead heart is racing, lips aching to stay on Steve’s neck, but he bows his head forehead onto Steve’s shoulder, panting, a hand still curled on his hip, his head spinning.]
- Fuck, [he has self control, okay. ] Fuck, you taste so good.
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Date: 2022-08-10 10:14 am (UTC)he feels Steve bow forward, gives him easier access, feels the twist of his shirt and moans lower, like a cat purring. he blindly reaches for the other hand, holds it out until it finds Eddie’s shoulder, keeps Steve balanced when he pulls his teeth out, tongue lapping, mouth and saliva urging the wound to clot and close. his dead heart is racing, lips aching to stay on Steve’s neck, but he bows his head forehead onto Steve’s shoulder, panting, a hand still curled on his hip, his head spinning.]
- Fuck, [he has self control, okay. ] Fuck, you taste so good.