[ Those four minutes are sheer hedonistic bliss for Steve who gets his hands under Eddie's shirt and in his hair, pawing at him hungrily as the kisses turn filthy with an ease borne of comfort. Steve runs his nails up the back of Eddie's shirt to drag it higher and hikes up his knees to bracket him in, moving with him as they make-out, so that when their self-imposed time-limit is up Steve is pink-cheeked and breathless beneath him, dark eyes hooded, relaxed and happy. ]
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Date: 2022-07-28 07:06 am (UTC)So. You wanted ... to talk?