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I guess we test it out when I drive back home?
[and - okay, yes. a use for it. and if - if it's safe, he wonders if Eddie could just, piggyback off of him to connect with others? hm. ]
I don't know what's worse, though - those goddamn walkie talkies, or having a bunch of us in your head.
[and - okay, yes. a use for it. and if - if it's safe, he wonders if Eddie could just, piggyback off of him to connect with others? hm. ]
I don't know what's worse, though - those goddamn walkie talkies, or having a bunch of us in your head.
ABBA’s so fucking depressing dude. Those lyrics? Yeesh.
[this is comfortable. Eddie’s shoulder is a little bony, a little awkward at this angle, but it’s comfortable with him also just there at the edge of his consciousness. a flickering little neighbour that feels like safety.
it’s real fucking novel, if he’s honest. he’s never felt safe before. let’s that one slip out before he can contain it. ]
I bet he’d like the Stones. Or KISS. Something he can dance to.
[this is comfortable. Eddie’s shoulder is a little bony, a little awkward at this angle, but it’s comfortable with him also just there at the edge of his consciousness. a flickering little neighbour that feels like safety.
it’s real fucking novel, if he’s honest. he’s never felt safe before. let’s that one slip out before he can contain it. ]
I bet he’d like the Stones. Or KISS. Something he can dance to.
[ Steve needs to stop staring at the moon, it's doing nobody any good to have his howls booming out without warning whenever the uncontrollable urge takes over. It's not until he's in his and Eddie's room with the curtains closed that he lets out something like a sigh of relief, then a huge yawn that squeals a little when his tongue curls up, licking his lips. He itches his muzzle and paces forward on the weird legs that grew in the alley, claws clicking on the floor until he sits on the edge of the bed and stares ahead into a mirror on a cabinet, ears up in alarm. He looks like a german shepherd on steroids, he thinks, whuffing under his breath in what would have been a curse.
It smells so good in this room in particular, however, so his wolf-related anxieties are simmering. He can think for himself, knows himself and those around him, but it's becoming all a little too simple. Mate, he thinks of Eddie's scent, and Mine in the same thought. He shakes his head, pawed hand rubbing the side of his skull.
Now that the moon is put away, Steve only has one other real focus and he watches him with golden-hazel eyes. ]
It smells so good in this room in particular, however, so his wolf-related anxieties are simmering. He can think for himself, knows himself and those around him, but it's becoming all a little too simple. Mate, he thinks of Eddie's scent, and Mine in the same thought. He shakes his head, pawed hand rubbing the side of his skull.
Now that the moon is put away, Steve only has one other real focus and he watches him with golden-hazel eyes. ]
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[ it's been an emotionally draining day. eddie's spent most of the last half of it getting high. steve's a werewolf, there's a vampire duplicate of him, and the world might be ending. it's all a little much.
he's dozing lightly -- the only way he can, when his boyfriend keeps howling at the fucking moon -- when his boyfriend's focus shifts. one tired brown eye cracks open, feeling the weight of those pretty golden hues watching him. ]
... You done scaring off the big bad moon, baby?
he's dozing lightly -- the only way he can, when his boyfriend keeps howling at the fucking moon -- when his boyfriend's focus shifts. one tired brown eye cracks open, feeling the weight of those pretty golden hues watching him. ]
... You done scaring off the big bad moon, baby?
[ He's big. Nine-feet to a fault, and it takes some serious manouvering but Steve manages to crawl on the bed next to Eddie, not touching him in case he's going to freak him out. He tucks his muzzle down in the blankets and looks up at him, ears lowered.
A low, guilty Arooo answers. ]
A low, guilty Arooo answers. ]
Edited 2022-08-20 21:36 (UTC)
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[ The wagging of his tail and perking of his ears is instinctive when Eddie touches him and he shuffles closer, giving a careful lick to Eddie's cheek with the tip of his tongue: he smells incredible, Steve can't help it. It doesn't feel weird to do, currently. ]
[ The wagging of his tail and perking of his ears is instinctive when Eddie touches him and he shuffles closer, giving a careful lick to Eddie's cheek with the tip of his tongue: he smells incredible, Steve can't help it. It doesn't feel weird to do, currently. ]
That's my big boy.
[ that's definitely the werewolf equivalent of a kiss. eddie laughs and moves to scratch his ears.
it's honestly kind of weird to not have steve all over him already. they've slowed down a little since chrissy arrives, but they are definitely two very horny young men who express their affection for each other daily, nightly, and oh so rightly.
which -- shit. what if steve's stuck like this forever? ]
[ that's definitely the werewolf equivalent of a kiss. eddie laughs and moves to scratch his ears.
it's honestly kind of weird to not have steve all over him already. they've slowed down a little since chrissy arrives, but they are definitely two very horny young men who express their affection for each other daily, nightly, and oh so rightly.
which -- shit. what if steve's stuck like this forever? ]
[ Something in his hindbrain is thoroughly pleased with Eddie's good mood. Steve leans over and licks him again, this time lower, and again down his neck where the scent of Eddie is stronger. A low growl rumbles in the back of his throat as Steve sniffs his way to the middle of a chest, loving the way everything is saturated in EddieEddieEddie. ]
[ oh shit. that... that... shouldn't be doing it for him. yet he can't deny the fact that his dick is definitely interested in his boyfriend, now fucking massive and still as sweet and attentive, is sniffing him. eddie shivers, fingers curling in his fur. ]
[ Hot breaths puff over the front of Eddie's shirt as Steve nuzzles lower, catching the hem on his nose and pushing it higher with broad, long licks, his tongue as thick as a forearm where it leaves hot wet lines of his claim. He gets Eddie's shirt a little damp in the process but he's too busy lapping his way across Eddie's abdomen where his scent is strongest, thick and cloying.
MineMineMine.
A growl passes for a werewolf's purr, vibrating along a navel with a striping pass of tongue. ]
MineMineMine.
A growl passes for a werewolf's purr, vibrating along a navel with a striping pass of tongue. ]
Oh. Oh!
[ Okay! Okay! Yeah, okay, sure. Eddie's brain short-circuits at the feeling of a tongue that long licking the length of his body, momentarily afraid Steve's going to fucking eat him but this... this doesn't feel like he's taste-testing. This feels -
oh this feels like something out of one of the weird porn mags he had stashed under his bed. His breath hitches, back arching involuntarily. ]
Shit, Steve. [ he starts to grab for his shirt, deciding in the moment that today has been just so fucking bizarre that he's a-okay with whatever in the fuck is about to happen. stops short as he considers. ] I - I'm gonna need you to like, bark twice to make sure I'm not misreading this.
[ Okay! Okay! Yeah, okay, sure. Eddie's brain short-circuits at the feeling of a tongue that long licking the length of his body, momentarily afraid Steve's going to fucking eat him but this... this doesn't feel like he's taste-testing. This feels -
oh this feels like something out of one of the weird porn mags he had stashed under his bed. His breath hitches, back arching involuntarily. ]
Shit, Steve. [ he starts to grab for his shirt, deciding in the moment that today has been just so fucking bizarre that he's a-okay with whatever in the fuck is about to happen. stops short as he considers. ] I - I'm gonna need you to like, bark twice to make sure I'm not misreading this.
[ Steve looks up and cocks his head, one ear flopping. He licks all around his muzzle then says flatly, ]
Ruff, ruff.
[ He noses his way down Eddie's navel and makes a show of inhaling, a pleased rumble rolling out of him a moment later. Licking the waistband of those sweatpants, he holds eye-contact and keeps lapping his way through cotton, slowly, between Eddie's legs, long tongue curling up against the crease of a thigh. ]
Ruff, ruff.
[ He noses his way down Eddie's navel and makes a show of inhaling, a pleased rumble rolling out of him a moment later. Licking the waistband of those sweatpants, he holds eye-contact and keeps lapping his way through cotton, slowly, between Eddie's legs, long tongue curling up against the crease of a thigh. ]
Edited 2022-08-20 22:08 (UTC)
[The other Eddie goes and the apartment doesn’t get any less crowded. They’re already outgrowing the three bedrooms and the living room, already multiplying faster than Billy can keep up.
The other three are out, and Billy has to assume they’re shopping. Preppy stuff that preps do. He’s watched Eddie roll a joint while he tidies up Steve’s pancake mess from the morning. It’d been a slow kind of day: Billy should be working, probably, but it’s a nice kind of afternoon with Eddie in control of the music, the sun hitting the back of his head in a way that looks a little angelic, and Billy’s still a little tired from working the night before. Feels a little stiff, a little like he should take better care of himself.
So when he’s done, he tugs his damp shirt off to toss in the laundry. He watches Eddie light up and sprawl on the couch, and it doesn’t feel weird to just, sit. Make grabby hands for it, to take a hit and the twist and settle with his head on Eddie’s thighs, blowing smoke out with his eyes closed.
Eddie’s a strange kind of bony, really. He’s comfortable, he runs hot when the sun hits him. When Billy blinks up at him through the smoke, he looks serene with the glow of it behind him. He feels safe.
And Billy’s a real asshole.] - Sorry, [he says, handing the joint back up. ] For the basketball thing.
The other three are out, and Billy has to assume they’re shopping. Preppy stuff that preps do. He’s watched Eddie roll a joint while he tidies up Steve’s pancake mess from the morning. It’d been a slow kind of day: Billy should be working, probably, but it’s a nice kind of afternoon with Eddie in control of the music, the sun hitting the back of his head in a way that looks a little angelic, and Billy’s still a little tired from working the night before. Feels a little stiff, a little like he should take better care of himself.
So when he’s done, he tugs his damp shirt off to toss in the laundry. He watches Eddie light up and sprawl on the couch, and it doesn’t feel weird to just, sit. Make grabby hands for it, to take a hit and the twist and settle with his head on Eddie’s thighs, blowing smoke out with his eyes closed.
Eddie’s a strange kind of bony, really. He’s comfortable, he runs hot when the sun hits him. When Billy blinks up at him through the smoke, he looks serene with the glow of it behind him. He feels safe.
And Billy’s a real asshole.] - Sorry, [he says, handing the joint back up. ] For the basketball thing.
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