[you know what - fuck it. he passes the coke to Steve, too, pushes himself up to cross over and around the other side of the bed, sits his ass on the small space left and slides a hand against Eddie's cheek and turns him just so, leaning in, nipping at Eddie's lips before he presses in, firm and warm. he hums low in his throat, brushes a thumb over Eddie's cheek, fingers sliding into those frizzy, mussed curls to grip. ]
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