eddie psl post.

[heatmetal]

boop boop banoop

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[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.

[heatmetal]

[ it is all... A little much for Eddie Munson, the least experienced of the three here. Billy's pleasure, tasting Steve's pleasure, his own ignored arousal. Steve praises him and Eddie's stuttering out a moan, gasping as the ruts against Steve's leg and makes a goddamn mess of his shorts.

He doesn't even care. Lapping at the mess he's made of Steve's throat, licking the oozing wound tenderly and shivering through the aftershocks. ]

[camarod]

[He's moaning against Steve's neck, fingers twitching around his shirt, desperate to touch. Being called a good boy does it, gets him hard and desperate and that's something he is definitely going to have to unpack later. Something to confront when his hand isn't smoothing down Steve's shirt to rest at his stomach, when his blood isn't so hot on his tongue. Fuck, he thinks, and then - he chokes, teeth back to himself as he pants, hisses:] Shit, baby did you just - [and okay, yeah, Steve might be lightheaded but Billy thinks he's going to go explode.

he presses his mouth against the wound, all tongue and hot breath, and murmurs on another moan, ] That is so fucking hot, E. [he might die here, actually. ] Steve, [and this is a plea, a whine, ] kiss him.

[retromix]

[ He feels Eddie come and it has Steve gasping for breath faster as he arches up to let him ride it out. He's petting Eddie's hair while Billy is still bearing down and a moan slips free to fill the room as Steve tries to wriggle up against the palm working its way under his shirt. He can only move his head once Billy starts healing him, same as Eddie. Steve thinks they might enjoy doing that just for the thrill of re-piercing him each time, like planes being guided to a runway by their own bitemarks.

He turns his head and tugs on Eddie's hair, ducking his chin to kiss him with an artless tongue and insistent lips. Hard as he is, Steve does his best to ignore that and support his ...

Support them. ]

[heatmetal]

[ he must have died back in hell and earned a place in heaven. Eddie is boneless against him, mustering enough brainpower to kiss Steve's beautiful mouth - panting hard, trembling as his body roars with fresh blood.

He's moving first. Let's Billy pet Steve's chest while he palms him through his jeans, fingers fumbling for the zipper]

[camarod]

[all that fresh blood rushing south has him grinding uselessly against Steve’s thigh while he works his teeth (gently) on Steve’s exposed throat, sucking a mark into life with shallow pants. he could do this forever: a messy cycle of feeding and getting Steve and Eddie off until the world crumbles in around them.

he barely remembers where they are; that a nurse or a doctor could come in at any time and find them so fucking debauched and needy.

he huffs a groan, wants to watch a little as he grazes over a nipple with a thumb, watching Eddie fumble with Steve’s fly and the way they kiss so perfectly messy. he might come in his pants, honestly, he doesn’t know if he’s ever seen anything so beautiful. ]

[retromix]

[ It's a lot all at once but he'd rather it was that way, letting everyone get a turn to act out instead of fretting they weren't here later. He sifts through Eddie's long hair, holding on to him like he's an anchor, while all Billy's grinding at his thigh has him constantly ready for more as he feels pressure palm his dick (okokokyesyesyes) and bucks up reflexively. He chases Eddie's hand with every thrust up, moaning helplessly now he's hit a plateau he can't come back from; Steve turns his head to seek out a kiss from Billy and arches his back to feel more of his hand on Steve's chest too. Steve is a mess, dick slick with precome where it stains his boxers once Eddie gets inside.

He blinks up through heavy lashes, gazing at Billy. Crooks his leg to rub back against the erection he can feel there. ]