[ 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. ]
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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[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.
[ 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 ...
[ 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]
[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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ His head rests heavy on Steve's shoulder, eyes shut as he listens to the frantic beat of his heart. Billy's panting. The sound of their messy kissing. It's heaven.
But they are in public.
He shoves Steve's pants down as far as he can get them, wraps a hand around him and jerks, quick, not lacking finesse and care but determined to ensure this isn't the next scandal to rock their little town. ]
[Local Undead Ruffians Seduce and Corrupt Town Angel has a nice ring to it, really. But Billy’s distracted, can’t quite believe Steve Harrington had kissed him, can’t quite fathom that he’s grinding down onto Steve’s thigh, or that Steve is arching up under the combined effort to make him writhe.
Billy is breathless with them; can’t stop looking at Steve’s glassy eyes and kiss-swollen lips, can’t resist them again, licking in to that sweet mouth, or the openly hungry way he looks down to Eddie’s fist tugging.
He’s surprised the bed hasn’t bowed under them.
Lucid thoughts are fleeting, but he does glance at the door, does consider the possible trouble they’ll be in if there’s a commotion. It’s easy to make a decision when your dick is on board with it. He kisses Steve again, lingering, sweet, then reaches for Eddie, tilting his chin up to murmur into his ear:] He can’t make a mess, need you to keep him quiet.
[Untangling himself is more painful than he’ll care to admit, but it’s a necessary punishment to shift himself down, to bend more comfortably at the foot of the bed, to bow down and press his tongue against the weeping slit of Steve’s erection while Eddie’s fist has slipped down to the base. In hindsight, he probably should have done this for Eddie too, but cleaning up one mess is better than three.
Billy goes down like he’s got all the time in the world, though. All tongue and spit, swallowing Steve down until the head of his dick hits the back of his throat, sucking like he’ll never get the chance again. He’s nice about, thumbs over the precome when his mouth and tongue are busier elsewhere, downright generous when he encourages Steve to buck up, to use his mouth and throat how he wants.
He moans through it, grunts like he can’t get enough, palming himself through his own jeans and fuck, yeah, he might come in his own pants after all.]
[ It's not sex, it's a rollercoaster and Steve is on runaway mode as he careens from being kissed by Billy (who is so enthusiastic (holy shit) to jerked off by Eddie (ChristChristChrist) and then goddamn swallowed down. He moans loudly, muffled by Eddie or not, and his shaky hands grasp at their hair to keep both men close as of they weren't trying to be. Steve arches and his cock spills precome like he's incapable of not getting wet for Billy, turning to cast a nip at Eddie's lips. ]
Bite me. [ It's a breathy demand, cock driving as far down Billy's throat as Steve thinks he can take it. His eyes screw shut and he babbles, whining. ] I'm so close, so close, pleasepleaseplease.
[ It's a fucking fantasy come to life. Unbelievable if he wasn't present, hearing the sounds, feeling the touch. Eddie nips at Steve's lips with sharp sharp teeth and then turns, driving his fangs into an unmarked spot on his throat. Marking him. Claiming him. Ours. ]
[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. ]
[ The fangs sinking in push him over the edge. He grips tight on Billy's hair and gasps sharply as his orgasm hits, hips buckling as he shoots his load with tension suffusing him from head to toe. His hair scrubs back on the bed and he shudders a few times before collapsing back, panting like a racehorse and thoroughly loopy on endorphins. ]
[ eddie keeps his teeth in his throat through it all, not sucking but swallowing down the blood that bubbles up through his teeth. he laps gently at the wound, pressing kisses across the abused skin once it's no longer bleeding. ]
[he grunts through swallowing, squeezing himself through his jeans, chasing a release that is right there, until he's bowed with his forehead on Steve's hip, hissing through his teeth as his orgasm hits him hard and fast, has his teeth grazing the meat of Steve's waist to keep his voice low.
this is - a mess. he feels dizzy, feels all of his senses overwhelmed, he could easily slip into a doze if not for the fact that he's absolutely going to have to clean Eddie up while Steve recovers. clean himself up, too - all of that requires moving, which is a real effort to do.
his eyes squeeze shut, just for a moment, while he rides out the orgasm, gets his breath back. gets his thoughts straight. ]
[ As the pleasure ebbs into a warm wave, he nuzzles at what he can of Eddie's hair and brushes idle fingers through Billy's curls, dozing in the afterglow. He can't tell where he aches more, above or below, and it's a heady sensation that Steve finds he likes. A lot.
[ his hand reaches down to join steve's, softly petting billy's hair. further from the post-orgasm haze, he's left with the discomfort of coming in his pants like a goddamn freshman. shifting himself up and glancing to the door, then back to his two partners. ]
Much as I'd like to bask in the afterglow, babes, this was maybe not the best place to consummate whatever the hell we're gonna call this.
What, the adrenaline of giving our charming head nurse a heart attack isn’t doing it for you?
[just - give him a second. he’s enjoying the fingers in his hair, likes the soft strokes and scratches against his scalp. he does wish they were in a real bed, with less clothes
reality is, well, here. his briefs are sticky, he has the taste of Steve’s blood and come on his tongue and they might have broken their - their Steve.
reluctantly he pulls himself up - tucks Steve back into boxers and pants, pulls his shirt down to a respectable midriff length and sighs as he stretches. ] You wanna let him sleep while I wheel you into the bathroom, killer?
[ Steve starts giggling to himself, louder as he tips his head back. It's so stupid that they did this here, haven't worked anything out, didn't talk first. He tugs on their hair to bring them in for brief kisses, giggling all the while. ]
Yeah, none of us are really winning the prize for smartest guy in the room here.
[but Billy is a little insatiable and weak, so up he gods for a kiss, and the noses over to give one to Eddie too.
there’s a wheelchair around somewhere - tucked between the bed and the bathroom. Billy grabs it, does the thing he does now which is crouch while Eddie uses him go get up and settle into it.
hospital bathrooms aren’t really made for two people, but Billy makes do. he leaves Eddie for a minute to grab any clean pair of shorts or boxers Wayne might have left, and a wash cloth and some soap. it’s all very -] If I’m not careful, you’re gonna start expecting spongebaths all the damn time.
[dejavu. he peels Eddie from his shorts, cleans him up, hands him the cloth to finish off while he peels his shoes and jeans off, then his own sodden boxers. he’s real glad he wore them in the end - except now he really does have to go commando. he folds the boxers, takes a moment to splash his face with water and then laughs, slightly manic. ] Holy fucking shit, E. Did that just happen?
Surprisingly, spongebaths are not one of the things that get me hot and bothered. [ but it is... nice aftercare, surprisingly. sweet and tender and soft in all the ways he's not used to. ]
Wouldn't have fucking believed it if the evidence wasn't fucking everywhere. [ he tilts his head back, drumming his hands against his thighs. ] ... Guess if you're dealing with monsters all the time, handling dicks must seem like the most normal thing in the world.
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Date: 2022-08-10 02:49 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2022-08-10 02:52 pm (UTC)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. ]
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Date: 2022-08-10 02:59 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-08-10 03:05 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2022-08-10 03:09 pm (UTC)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. ]
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Date: 2022-08-10 03:21 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2022-08-10 03:28 pm (UTC)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. ]
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Date: 2022-08-10 03:33 pm (UTC)He's moving first. Let's Billy pet Steve's chest while he palms him through his jeans, fingers fumbling for the zipper]
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Date: 2022-08-10 04:01 pm (UTC)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. ]
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Date: 2022-08-10 05:19 pm (UTC)He blinks up through heavy lashes, gazing at Billy. Crooks his leg to rub back against the erection he can feel there. ]
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Date: 2022-08-11 04:54 am (UTC)But they are in public.
He shoves Steve's pants down as far as he can get them, wraps a hand around him and jerks, quick, not lacking finesse and care but determined to ensure this isn't the next scandal to rock their little town. ]
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Date: 2022-08-11 11:42 am (UTC)Billy is breathless with them; can’t stop looking at Steve’s glassy eyes and kiss-swollen lips, can’t resist them again, licking in to that sweet mouth, or the openly hungry way he looks down to Eddie’s fist tugging.
He’s surprised the bed hasn’t bowed under them.
Lucid thoughts are fleeting, but he does glance at the door, does consider the possible trouble they’ll be in if there’s a commotion. It’s easy to make a decision when your dick is on board with it. He kisses Steve again, lingering, sweet, then reaches for Eddie, tilting his chin up to murmur into his ear:] He can’t make a mess, need you to keep him quiet.
[Untangling himself is more painful than he’ll care to admit, but it’s a necessary punishment to shift himself down, to bend more comfortably at the foot of the bed, to bow down and press his tongue against the weeping slit of Steve’s erection while Eddie’s fist has slipped down to the base. In hindsight, he probably should have done this for Eddie too, but cleaning up one mess is better than three.
Billy goes down like he’s got all the time in the world, though. All tongue and spit, swallowing Steve down until the head of his dick hits the back of his throat, sucking like he’ll never get the chance again. He’s nice about, thumbs over the precome when his mouth and tongue are busier elsewhere, downright generous when he encourages Steve to buck up, to use his mouth and throat how he wants.
He moans through it, grunts like he can’t get enough, palming himself through his own jeans and fuck, yeah, he might come in his own pants after all.]
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Date: 2022-08-11 10:26 pm (UTC)Bite me. [ It's a breathy demand, cock driving as far down Billy's throat as Steve thinks he can take it. His eyes screw shut and he babbles, whining. ] I'm so close, so close, pleasepleaseplease.
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Date: 2022-08-11 10:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-08-11 11:43 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-08-12 12:20 am (UTC)this is - a mess. he feels dizzy, feels all of his senses overwhelmed, he could easily slip into a doze if not for the fact that he's absolutely going to have to clean Eddie up while Steve recovers. clean himself up, too - all of that requires moving, which is a real effort to do.
his eyes squeeze shut, just for a moment, while he rides out the orgasm, gets his breath back. gets his thoughts straight. ]
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Date: 2022-08-12 12:26 am (UTC)A soft croaky noise dislodges from his throat. ]
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Date: 2022-08-12 12:35 am (UTC)Much as I'd like to bask in the afterglow, babes, this was maybe not the best place to consummate whatever the hell we're gonna call this.
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Date: 2022-08-12 12:54 am (UTC)[just - give him a second. he’s enjoying the fingers in his hair, likes the soft strokes and scratches against his scalp. he does wish they were in a real bed, with less clothes
reality is, well, here. his briefs are sticky, he has the taste of Steve’s blood and come on his tongue and they might have broken their - their Steve.
reluctantly he pulls himself up - tucks Steve back into boxers and pants, pulls his shirt down to a respectable midriff length and sighs as he stretches. ] You wanna let him sleep while I wheel you into the bathroom, killer?
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Date: 2022-08-12 12:39 pm (UTC)[ Steve starts giggling to himself, louder as he tips his head back. It's so stupid that they did this here, haven't worked anything out, didn't talk first. He tugs on their hair to bring them in for brief kisses, giggling all the while. ]
This was so dumb, c'mere both of you.
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Date: 2022-08-13 12:13 am (UTC)Yeah. It was. Catch a nap and let us get cleaned up, man.
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Date: 2022-08-13 12:25 am (UTC)[but Billy is a little insatiable and weak, so up he gods for a kiss, and the noses over to give one to Eddie too.
there’s a wheelchair around somewhere - tucked between the bed and the bathroom. Billy grabs it, does the thing he does now which is crouch while Eddie uses him go get up and settle into it.
hospital bathrooms aren’t really made for two people, but Billy makes do. he leaves Eddie for a minute to grab any clean pair of shorts or boxers Wayne might have left, and a wash cloth and some soap. it’s all very -] If I’m not careful, you’re gonna start expecting spongebaths all the damn time.
[dejavu. he peels Eddie from his shorts, cleans him up, hands him the cloth to finish off while he peels his shoes and jeans off, then his own sodden boxers. he’s real glad he wore them in the end - except now he really does have to go commando. he folds the boxers, takes a moment to splash his face with water and then laughs, slightly manic. ] Holy fucking shit, E. Did that just happen?
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Date: 2022-08-13 12:30 am (UTC)Wouldn't have fucking believed it if the evidence wasn't fucking everywhere. [ he tilts his head back, drumming his hands against his thighs. ] ... Guess if you're dealing with monsters all the time, handling dicks must seem like the most normal thing in the world.
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