[It's for the best that his mouth is occupied: the noises he makes around Steve's cock are muffled, but breathy, gasping moans are still there, like he can't get enough of it. There's an innate sense of control in getting someone off, after all - and sure, sure, Billy's never really hid the fact he's a little bit of a slut.
He paws at Eddie's stomach, needing to touch something to ground him back, to remind him he's got him. When he chances a glance up through his eyelashes, eyes wet and his tongue flat against the slit, his hips jerk against his palm, already so close himself.
It does feel like one of his wet dreams: Steve begging to be bitten, fucking into his mouth so beautifully desperate and out of it. Eddie, so pretty, so possessive and his. It does something to him, makes him feel anchored, or even like he wants to belong here, between them. ]
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He paws at Eddie's stomach, needing to touch something to ground him back, to remind him he's got him. When he chances a glance up through his eyelashes, eyes wet and his tongue flat against the slit, his hips jerk against his palm, already so close himself.
It does feel like one of his wet dreams: Steve begging to be bitten, fucking into his mouth so beautifully desperate and out of it. Eddie, so pretty, so possessive and his. It does something to him, makes him feel anchored, or even like he wants to belong here, between them. ]