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[retromix]

[ The sentiment lands. Steve kisses him back with a smile in place, warm all through, giddy with happiness that makes him shortly make muffled humming noises of approval into their kisses and tickle his way up Eddie's side. He yanks the blankets over their head and playfully attacks his neck with raspberries, nipping in between. ]

[heatmetal]

[ he laughs. warp and bright, fingers sliding through his hair, head tilted back so steve has full access. ]

[retromix]

[ What follows is half-tussle, half-affection as Steve declares he's going to bite every inch of Eddie under the blanket, not letting him see where each nip is coming from. Dastardly! ]

[heatmetal]

[ the worst! eddie laughs - moans softly when steve's teeth sink into somewhere sensitive, breath hitching. ]

[retromix]

[ Aha, got him. The slow drag of Steve's mouth is a hot, wet line as he scrapes his teeth under the curve of a pec, soothing the skin there with soft kisses a moment later. His tongue glides over the only remaining nipple Eddie has, circling it delicately as if warding off harm (alas, left nip he knew ye not), his breath pouring over him. ]

[heatmetal]

[ he's sensitive. rip other nipple, not able to be teased as its twin is. his back arches into steve's mouth, groaning softly. ]

[retromix]

[ There are plenty of places in between Eddie's scars to leave kisses and lovebites, nuzzling them all out at his leisure. He has to toss the blankets back over his shoulders so he can breathe but that just gives Eddie a better view, the tickling brush of silky hair fanning out over Eddie's middle as Steve mouths hot kisses across an unblemished patch of skin at the curve of a waist. ]