[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
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[ 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? ]
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MineMineMine.
A growl passes for a werewolf's purr, vibrating along a navel with a striping pass of tongue. ]
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[ 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.
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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. ]