[ pressing sloppy kisses to his pulse point, sliding close. both hands sliding up along the soft fabric of steve's shirt as he backs him down onto the couch. ]
[ Fingers scrabble to seek the heat under Eddie's shirt too, splaying over and between scars, sweeping across where he lost a nipple in a heady caress. Steve's breathing comes short and eager, bowing into the body pushing him over. ]
You look [ a kiss, nipping at the skin of his throat ] so fucking cute, Harrington.
[ Steve hasn't hesitated in leaving marks on him. Eddie's still a little shyer. A little more hesitant, like he's not sure if he has permission, but clearly this puts him in the mood to mark and claim. ] So, yeah. The soft nerd look? Really doing it for me.
[ That gets a snort and a smile, biting his lip as he brings a hand up to run through Eddie's hair, securing a grip. He parts his legs to give Eddie somewhere to let his weight drop, moaning softly and tipping his head back to feel more of those teeth. ]
Yeah? Go ahead and explain the rules of DND to me, babe. I'm listening.
[ oh fuck. oh fuck. eddie settles between those beautiful long legs and returns to his lips, peppering kisses all over his perfect face, before he's back down to suck a mark just above where his collar sits. ]
You need a minimum of two players. One to build the world, and one to play in it. [ his hands are skating down along steve's sides, shoving that shirt up so he can pet those muscles, the scar. ] Any action is possible so long as you have the stats and lady fortune smiles upon you.
[ Steve isn't going to remember a goddamn thing but Eddie's voice has him lulled and arching up, helping him lift his shirt. He shivers when the live skin around those scars is tickled, glasses askew after Eddie has thoroughly kissed him into being a mess.
The groan that rises to meet the mouth on his collarbone is lewd and his hips buck at the same moment. He can't stay still, rocking up with a whimper. ]
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[ Fingers scrabble to seek the heat under Eddie's shirt too, splaying over and between scars, sweeping across where he lost a nipple in a heady caress. Steve's breathing comes short and eager, bowing into the body pushing him over. ]
You, ahh ... You like them this much?
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[ Steve hasn't hesitated in leaving marks on him. Eddie's still a little shyer. A little more hesitant, like he's not sure if he has permission, but clearly this puts him in the mood to mark and claim. ]
So, yeah. The soft nerd look? Really doing it for me.
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Yeah? Go ahead and explain the rules of DND to me, babe. I'm listening.
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You need a minimum of two players. One to build the world, and one to play in it. [ his hands are skating down along steve's sides, shoving that shirt up so he can pet those muscles, the scar. ] Any action is possible so long as you have the stats and lady fortune smiles upon you.
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The groan that rises to meet the mouth on his collarbone is lewd and his hips buck at the same moment. He can't stay still, rocking up with a whimper. ]
Can I roll to, uh. To get bitten by my boyfriend?