eddie psl post.

[heatmetal]

boop boop banoop

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[heatmetal]

Mmm... I'll have to break his little heart then. [ he's hopelessly fond, tilting his head to look at billy with warm, soft eyes. ] We're kind of a packaged deal. I'm not leaving you for anything.

[camarod]

Yeah? [the devious glint is back in his eyes. ] I mean, I could rebound just fine with Karen Wheeler.

[he's grinning, leaning forward. ] C'mere and kiss me, idiot. Before he wakes up and screams cooties.

[heatmetal]

Baby, are you into MILFs? Because I can wear an apron if that does it for you.

[ leaning over to capture those lips, grinning deviously. ]

[camarod]

Yeah? You gonna wear a pair of stockings, too?

[is he leaning a little on Steve, just barely grazing his hip as he presses his lips against Eddie's soft and a little devious, still stroking that soft, Harrington hair. ]

How long till they let you out of here? I'm getting blue balls.

[heatmetal]

Sluttiest pair I can find, promise.

[ sorry Steve. He's giving little rapid fire kisses. ]

Friday. Wednesday they're doing the graft, gonna make sure it takes, and then they're clearing me so long as Harrington's cool with someone invading his house ever day to make sure it's healing.

[camarod]

That's first class service right there.

[teeth catching that bottom lip, soft little pecks following. Friday. ]

He's got more to worry about than a nurse coming round, baby - [a beat. he should pull away, sit back and maybe wake Steve up for some sugar. just one more peck - ]

Should wake sleeping beauty up. Before he spends the next eight hours here.

[retromix]

I'm awake, dickheads.

[ Little groggy, but. Steve finally moves, bringing a hand up to rub his eyes. ]

God, you both talk so loud.

[heatmetal]

[ - shit.

eddie's still stealing one last kiss before he sits back. ]

Rude to spy, Steve.

[camarod]

Now he knows all our vampire secrets, E.

[there’s a look to Eddie, a what did he hear as he sits back, reluctantly taking both hands with him to sort through the snack pile.

chocolate first. ]

[retromix]

Yeah, well. It's rude to make out over a dude while he's too unconscious to watch.

[ He holds a hand out for some of those snacks where he scoots up against the pillows, flatly eyeing them. ]

Does that broadly answer all your dumb questions?

[heatmetal]

[ ... oddly, no. eddie looks to billy. back to steve. ]

Do... you want to watch?

[camarod]

[super cool, super casual, just shoving that chocolate to Steve's chest -]

That wasn't making out, to be clear.

[retromix]

[ Oh.

A slow smile slides into place as he looks between them with a glance like their awkwardness is a tennis match. Where have the Cool Guys(TM) from five minutes ago gone?

Steve taps his chocolate bar against his chest. ]

I want to stop passing out all the time after each of you numbskulls has a sip of Chateau Harrington, so after I eat these snacks you're going to be feeding together from now on. One on each side.

[ He unwraps and munches his chocolate bar. ]

Maybe then you'll both feel better about passing the sippycup around.

[heatmetal]

[ h u h.

not a no. not a rejection. more like a weird proposal for a vampire threesome. ]

So that's a yes. You want to see us make out.

[camarod]

I mean, who wouldn't.

[that - HM. hmmm. he's being very Cool about this, actually, and not all sending a look Eddie's way that is just mental telepathy for he just asked us to a threesome right. ]

You wanna put a show, babe? He's got snacks and everything -

[retromix]

Why are you both so nervous? Are you nervous vampires?

[ Give him that fuckin pb&j. Man's gonna demolish it in three bites and talk around it. ]

If I didn't want to be here with you I would have left already.

[heatmetal]

[ eddie meets his gaze, eyebrows raised. it's just ???? ?? ? ?? ]

I can't tell if you're playing coy or if this is just flying over your head.

[camarod]

[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. ]

[retromix]

[ Serenely sipping his coke, he watches raptly as Billy decides to take pity on Eddie. Steve finishes his snacks, eyes on the pair of them, and enjoys the sight even as a hot blush creeps up the back of his neck and cheeks.

Just giving them a minute to get into it. What a hard life he leads, biding his time. ]

[heatmetal]

[ in his defense, steve harrington is the densest motherfucker he has ever met.

but billy leads the charge and eddie melts into it, eager to please and soaking up the attention like a sponge. ]

[camarod]

[the attention is doing it for him, actually. which is strange and a little scary, because being watched before had been his worst nightmare. he's into it, though. finds himself sliding into that part of him that likes showing off. so he likes into Eddie's mouth hot and wanting, murmurs soft noises against his mouth finds himself gripping at his hip, crowding in a little further.

he doesn't forget where they are, exactly, but it's harder to care when he's consumed by Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington. ]

[retromix]

[ Steve makes sure the snack packets are on the bedside table along with his coke. Fed and watered, he gives the two of them time enough to fall into the kiss then gets to his knees so he's taller than both of them on the bed, crawling closer.

He takes their chins in a hand each, finger and thumb, and coaxes them out of the kiss to both to look up at him. If they follow the guiding pressure of his touch, they will find themselves led to their red, respective bites on his neck. ]

Feeding time, boys.

[heatmetal]

[ oh fuck.

oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. eddie looks up at him, pupils blown wide with desire, lets himself be lead to the pretty column of steve's throat and bites with nothing short of a pornographic moan. ]

[camarod]

[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.]

[retromix]

[ Billy's added weight knocks Steve back, taking them with him as his hands bury in their hair, fisting handfuls of black and blonde curls. The pain will come later once the numbing spit wears off but for now all he can do is lie back and let them mouth at his neck, fangs pinning him down as blood rushes to his head and gets waylaid by two hungry mouths.

He gets lightheaded again, faster this time, and it has Steve moaning softly as he arches up, trying to feel both their weight at once. He's helping them in a very real way, their health depends on him, but it doesn't hurt that they're as horny as Steve feels when he's being used. Needed. ]

That's ... good, good boys.