[Billy's oh fuck is verbalised, a breathless croak watching Eddie sink in, watching Steve Harrington with his own pupils blown wide, a little slack jawed as he's led. he surges forward - knocks them all back a little to the solid pillows, sinks his teeth in with a hand on Steve's chest, gripping his shirt tight.
he could die here and be happy probably. can feel the blood going straight to his groin again, can feel himself spinning just a little on his axis.]
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he could die here and be happy probably. can feel the blood going straight to his groin again, can feel himself spinning just a little on his axis.]