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Despite Eddie's protests, he did eventually have to let Steve get up.
Steve had nearly screamed when he saw all the blood caked up around his stomach and quickly pushed him towards a bathroom upstairs. Eddie could've easily removed himself from Steve's grip, but he found that he enjoyed being fussed over.
The bathroom Steve led him to was spacious. Luxurious. It had a long sleek counter with a large mirror above it and a bathtub big enough for five people. Steve sat him down on the toilet and started digging through the cabinets under the sink. When he stood back up, his arms were full of first aid supplies. Bandages, dressings, gloves, hydrogen peroxide, and the list goes on. All things that Eddie wasn't going to need. The worst of his wounds were already well on their way to closing up and using any first aid on them would be a waste. But of course, Steve wasn't having any of that.
Eddie's hands were slapped away when he reached up to grab Steve's wrist.
"Quit it, man. We've already waited long enough to tend to your wounds and with all the blood on you I know they must be fucking gnarly." Steve said. Eddie huffed petulantly. He would've crossed his arms too if Steve weren't busy carefully gliding a pair of scissors down the front of his shirt. The material slid off his shoulders but stayed plastered to his stomach with old blood.
"Fuck," Steve winced as he tried to gently tug the shirt away from his torn stomach but felt no give. "We probably need to get this wet again. How do ya feel about taking a dip in the bath, Eds?"
Eddie gave no response as Steve left his side to start the bath. The way Steve so easily gave Eddie his back made his heart clench. He made himself vulnerable to him, a hunter, a monster, as if he hadn't broken into his home not even two hours ago and aimed to hurt him. To kill him. Oh, Steve. Do you even know what a trusting creature you are?
When Steve turns to face him again, he catches sight of the scratches and scrapes his claws had left littered down the sides of his neck, on his cheeks. I did that. He feels something ugly twist in his stomach.
"The water should heat up in no time. Do you need help undressing or- oh." Steve stops mid-sentence at the feeling of Eddie running his fingers down his neck. Gentle. Unlike earlier.
He wants to lick the wounds clean and hold Steve close. Apologize for his transgressions. A low whine escapes his throat and Steve is instantly coming in closer. He's combing the dirty bangs out of Eddie's face and tilting his face up with a finger beneath his chin.
"What's wrong, Ed?" He asks. "Something hurting you? Tell me where."
Mother hen. Eddie's lips twitch with something, a smile, but he doesn't let it take shape. Steve is hurt. He must fix that.
He stands from where he was still seated on the toilet and steadies Steve when Eddie's abrupt movement throws him off balance. Steve's concerned eyes widen as Eddie gently cups the back of his neck and tugs at his hair. Steve doesn't hesitate to tilt his head back. To bare his neck. The action very nearly pulls a purr from his chest. So sweet. So trusting. I don't deserve you, sweet thing.
Then it clicks that Eddie is currently looking down at Steve. This is something new. Things were not like this when he was human. Brief glimpses of Eddie looking at Steve, being at eye level with him, flash through his mind. There's one memory that lingers though. Eddie is looking down at Steve, much like he is now. There's a bottle cutting into the delicate skin of Steve's neck and he's looking up at Eddie with big nervous eyes. The memory reeks of fear but even through the haze of that, he can't help but think about how pretty Steve is. He's so pretty, are the thoughts of his past self. He really is.
He almost laughs at the absurdity of it. Eddie vaguely remembers being on the run. He was being hunted. He was scared. He thought Steve was trying to kill him at the time, yet that wasn't enough to make him overlook just how enchanting Steve was. Especially beneath him. Pinned against the wall. At my mercy.
Steve's slight squirming pulls him back to the present moment.
"You alright there, Eddie?" he asks. Despite the obvious concern in his voice, Steve was still positioned perfectly in Eddie's grip. Eddie gives his neck a light squeeze in response.
Steve's heart rate spikes when Eddie leans down to run his nose along an especially long scratch. His heart seems to nearly jump out of his chest when Eddie actually runs his tongue over said scratch. It's long since stopped bleeding but the taste of Steve's dried, old blood still makes Eddie's knees go weak. Ambrosia.
This was just a small taste. Eddie can't even imagine what the first real drink from his beloved will be like.
It isn't until Eddie's moved to a different wound that Steve finally speaks up.
"T-those really aren't all that s-serious," Steve says, stumbling over his words as Eddie continues down the path of his neck. "Really, Ed. I'll j-just dab some ointment on those i-if you're that worried."
Eddie grunts in response but otherwise doesn't pay Steve's words any mind. It isn't until there's a hand closed over his mouth that Eddie pulls back. He makes sure to hold eye contact with Steve as he slowly licks a long line across his palm.
"Oh for fucks sake are you twelve? Come on, dude." Steve yanks his hands away and rubs it on his shirt to try and wipe the saliva away. The glare he shoots Eddie's way is the cutest thing he's ever seen.
Steve steps back when Eddie goes to lean down and resume what he'd been doing.
"Nope, no. I've been patient with you and letting you do. . . whatever it is you just did but now it's time for you to do what I want. I need you to get in the tub so that I can clean you up and then do some first aid, ok? That sound fair, big guy?"
Big guy.
Don't ya, big boy?
Eddie blinks as the memory comes and goes. Unlike the last one, this one was full of playfulness. He'd been happy. And Steve had been just as beautiful.
A warm hand wraps around his wrist and Eddie can't help but hum. Steve's warmth is like a balm. Soothing.
"You disappeared on me again, Eddie. You back now?" Steve asks as he lets go of Eddie's wrist. He gives a short grunt in response. Steve smiles.
"Good. The baths ready to go so all that's left is for you to get in. Want me to step out while you get undressed and wash up? I'll be right on the other side of-" Eddie doesn't mean to growl the way he does, but he does think it's a reasonable response to what Steve is suggesting.
Why would he ever willing let his human out of his sight? Why would he send him away? Why would he ever want to put distance between them? Sure. It would only be a few feet and a door separating them but even that felt like too much.
He steps towards Steve and gently pulls him away from the bathroom door. Stay.
"You're as dramatic as ever, man."
Eddie huffs, offended. Rude little thing.
He kicks off his shoes and socks then begins to undo and pull down his pants and underwear. Steve politely looks away. Eddie wishes he wouldn't. There's no need for it.
He steps around Steve and lowers himself into the tub. The water is warm. Steve's warmth is nicer.
The water immediately begins to darken with all the muck and blood that had been clinging to Eddie.
Steve's still not looking at him when he speaks. "Make sure to rub around where your wounds are first. We need to get that shirt unstuck."
Quick to obey, Eddie starts scrubbing at his filthy torso. A dull pain shoots through his abdomen but he pays it no mind. The water turns a deeper red, nearly black, as he rubs away the old blood caked to his skin.
"Fuck, Eddie, what are you doing!?" Steve hisses as he marches over to him and grabs his wrists, stopping his movements.
He looks almost angry when Eddie meets his gaze. His eyes are full of concern, but he also seems. . . annoyed. Eddie feels a chuckle build up in his chest, but he smothers it.
"Gently. I meant rub at your stomach gently, Ed. Shit. That looks like it hurt. Did you hurt yourself? No doubt you agitated these gashes again."
Gently he said. Gentle is reserved for Steve. Eddie's new form is resilient. It's made to withstand anything. It's made to take a hit and keep pushing. Eddie does not need gentle.
Steve seems to think that that notion is bullshit.
He watches as Steve kneels down beside the bathtub. For the first time, Eddie notices that he's not wearing his vest anymore. He eyes quickly search the room and he's relieved when he finds it by the sink. Neatly folded. Treated with the utmost care it seems. Steve must like that vest a lot.
"I'm putting myself in charge of cleaning you up. That sound, ok? I just don't want a repeat of what you just did." Steve says, there's was a small smile pulling at his lips, but Eddie could also see how Steve was bracing himself, waiting for Eddie to say no you can't touch me.
As if Eddie was capable of denying him anything. Eddie was immortal. Capable in every way but saying no to Steve was one thing he didn't have the strength for.
Eddie gives a small nod and Steve's shoulders lose a bit of the tension they were holding. He wastes no time and begins rubbing at Eddie's stomach. His hands are gentle. So gentle as they carefully work at the dried blood keeping the tattered shirt stuck to his body. So gentle as they carefully, finally, tug the remainders of the dirty shirt away from the gashes in his stomach. So gentle as they prod at his wounds to check just how bad the damage is. Before he knows it, Eddie is well and truly naked.
Steve gathers up the sad remains of his shirt and lets them plop on the floor.
"Can I wash your hair too?" Steve asks, hopeful. Hopeful to keep touching me. Taking care of me. So eager to look after me.
Eddie nods so eagerly that his hair gives a slight bounce. The smile Steve shoots his way is disarming.
Eddie turns to putty when Steve begins running his fingers through his hair. He's detangling it and it hurts, and it shouldn't be pleasant at all but every time he works out a knot, Steve massages his scalp in apology, and it has Eddie wanting to purr with delight. My mate is grooming me.
By the time his hair is truly clean and the water finally runs clear, he's already gone through four rounds of shampoo and firm scrubbing. Eddie is so thoroughly out of it and his eyelids feel so heavy. He smells like Steve's shampoo, and he's had his fingers in his hair for so long that Eddie knows he'll never be able to forget the wonderful feeling of them.
Eddie doesn't think he's ever felt so pampered before. He sleeps through the rest of his bath.
When he wakes, it's to the feeling of a warm hand softly stroking his cheek. Eddie forces his eyes open and blinks a few times to try and chase away the remnants of sleep. His cheek is pressed against the side of the tub but it's cushioned by a fluffy towel. Steve.
Eddie grabs the hand still stroking his face and nuzzles his face into Steve's palm. He presses a kiss there. He wants to worship the hands that just worshipped him. He wonders of Steve would let him.
"You look super comfortable but it's time to get up, Eddie. You'll start feeling cold soon and despite your new freaky healing powers I still wanna bandage up that stomach of yours. Seriously, man, you're not getting out of some first aid." Steve says.
Eddie moves slowly, his body still sluggish with the effects of sleep. When he finally gets to his feet, Steve begins patting him dry with a towel. His arms, his torse, and his legs. He wraps a new towel around Eddie's waist and helps him step out of the bathtub. His long hair isn't dripping water everywhere. Steve must've towel dried it as I slept. So sweet to me, Stevie.
Steve leads him out of the bathroom, down the hallway and to a bed. Eddie's mind is still struggling to catch up with him so it takes him a moment to take in the room he's been brought to. The first thing that hits him is the god-awful wallpaper surrounding him. He hardly has time to dwell in how ugly the walls are because the next thing he picks up on is the smell. The room is covered in the smell of Steve. Eddie can't help the way he loses the bit of lucidity he's gained since waking up.
Steve is quiet as he applies ointment to his nearly-fully-healed stomach, as well as the scratches on his own neck because he's an honest guy that keeps true to his word, and covers it in bandages and wrapping. When he's done, he places clean set of clothes on his lap.
"Change into these for me, yeah?" Steve asks softly. Sweetly.
Eddie looks over to meet Steve's eyes and he freezes at the overwhelming fondness he finds there. He's looking at Eddie so tenderly. Like he's something precious. Adoration.
Eddie thinks that this must be exactly how he looks at Steve. He hopes it is. He hopes that he's this obvious with his affection. Anything less is a disservice.
Eddie lays a gentle kiss on Steves's forehead and let's his lips linger. He gets up to change into the clothes he was given and, again, Steve politely looks away. Though this time there's a very obvious blush coloring his ears a soft red. Eddie slips into the pajama bottoms but forgoes the rest of the outfit.
Steve may be hesitant about touching Eddie, may be hesitant about engaging with Eddie in any way that isn't being his caretaker or friend, but Eddie feels no such thing.
That's why it's so easy for him scoop Steve up into his arms.
"Eddie, your stomach for fucks sake-" Eddie ignores his complaints. Unsurprisingly.
He makes sure that Steve's legs are secured around his waist as he climbs back up onto the bed. He somehow remains graceful as he walks on his knees across the mattress and plops down with his back against the headboard. Steve is a nice weight on his lap and Eddie can't help but sigh.
Steve is still fussing. It seems he's trying to be stern and show Eddie that he's upset but the illusion is ruined by the deep blush that paints his face. He's flustered. Something as simple as sitting on his lap has made him flustered. Sweet thing. So tempting without even trying.
It's like he wants Eddie to devour him. And isn't that just a wonderful thought?
Steve stutters and goes silent at the feeling of Eddie's hands running up and down his thighs, kneading at the flesh as he goes. Steve smells sweet then and Eddie doesn't hesitate to inhale deep. He leans forward, he can't help but chase the scent to its source. He slides his hands up to Steve's hips and pulls his boy impossibly closer. He pushes his nose into Steve's neck and just lets himself bask in the exquisite proximity. Steve's warmth is coming off of him in thick waves, his blood is pumping harder than it was moments ago and his heart refuses to slow. Eddie would be concerned if he didn't know that he was responsible for the state the man in his lap was in. He feels smug. Steve is a mate worth feeling smug over.
Then, Eddie finds himself craving more. There's this feeling that has been festering in his chest, his stomach, his throat, his teeth. A feeling that has plagued him since he clawed his way out of that place. A feeling that aches like the pang of hunger but is not satisfied with blood and the taste of flesh. A feeling that lead him to Steve and went dormant when Eddie found him. Dormant but not satiated.
Eddie knows that many things have changed about him. He is different now. Walking through the gates of hell you're bound to lose something. Eddie lost a lot. He lost his life and gained immortality and then lost more. But one thing that stayed constant was his greed.
He has always been a greedy creature. It's so easy to want more when you have nothing and Eddie knows he's always had nothing. His human life is mostly a blur to him now but one thing he remembers so clearly is the crushing feeling of never enough. Eddie excelled at being a gluttonous fool that never actually obtained the excess he longed for. He was a weak thing back then. He never really did fulfill that desire for more. The only difference between then and now is that now he had the power, the capability to take and take and take.
It's as if Steve is expecting it when Eddie fully wraps his arms around him and all but yanks him across what little nonexistent space is left between them. He doesn't so much as flinch when Eddie grips his shirt and tears through the material like paper. Eddie is frantic, desperate, as he pulls the tattered shirt off of him. He doesn't relax until his upper body is bare and he can finally finally nuzzle into face into Steve's warm chest. The hair there tickles his cheeks and eyelids and Eddie feels like he's ascended to a place where monsters like him are not allowed. Steve begins to pet through his hair and in return Eddie gently runs the tips of his curved claws up and down his back. Steve rewards him with a shiver.
Eddie wants to live with his face buried in Steve's chest, between his thick pecs and above his gorgeous belly. His scent is so strong here and it makes his mouth water. It's only natural that he slips a nipple into his mouth and sucks. Steve gives a full body jolt then.
Eddie is a bit mean as he nips and licks at the nub. When he moves his mouth to the other side of his chest, Eddie is pleased to find his nipple already hard. He could spend the rest of the night here but Eddie wants more.
His hands glide down to Steve's ass and he grips both cheeks through the fabric of his pants. Eddie moans at the way he so easily fills his palms. Perfect so perfect.
Slowly, he runs a single claw through Steve's sweatpants and underwear, right over where the crack of his ass is. The fabric splits like butter. Carefully, oh so carefully, Eddie parts Steve's cheeks and pushes his index and middle finger between them. He's dry here obviously, but Eddie will remedy that later. Right now, he just wants to feel.
Running the pads of his fingers over Steve's warm, puckered hole earns him a shaky sigh.
"F-fuck." The hand in his hair tightens as Steve pushes back against the pressure on his hole. His back arches so beautifully and Eddie ends up with his face even deeper in Steve's chest and it's bliss. It's bliss but it's not enough.
Steve makes a noise of surprise as his back hits the bed. Eddie is on him in seconds. He pauses and takes a moment to just look at the man beneath him. Steve's hair is still long. A bit longer than it was in his memories. He's not sure how long he's been gone but some time must have passed. For the first time, Eddie eyes trail down to actually look at Steve's stomach. His hips. There are fresh looking scars there. Very fresh. The wounds there have barely healed. Eddie knows how they got there. He remembers. He remembers the way his sweet thing had fought for his life and won. The creatures of the upside down had been no match for him. Eddie had been no different. His only saving grace had been Steve's kindness.
He's careful as he traces the raised lines on his beloved's hips. The bats had bitten deep. A pound of flesh. I almost lost you.
Steve begins to squirm under his scrutiny. Eddie drags his eyes away from the scars and loses himself in a pair of rich brown pools.
"You okay, Ed?" He asks. He responds by leaning down and laying a kiss at the center of chest.
Eddie leaves a path of kisses on his body as he moves down down down. When he makes it to the hem of his sweatpants, Eddie does what he should've done earlier and rips them off completely. The underwear goes with it. Steve releases a breathy giggle. So cute.
Unrestricted, the full scent of Steve's arousal makes Eddie feel dizzy.
He's half hard and his tip is the most beautiful shade of pink. His pubic hair is neat and evenly trimmed. The mental image of Steve clipping his hair and taking the time to pamper himself pulls an odd sound from him. A sort of chuckle and growl.
"Dude, please don't laugh while you're looking at my dick oh my god." Steve says as he hides his face behind his hands. Eddie kisses the tip of his cock in apology.
He's too busy burying his nose into Steve's pubes to see the way Steve's hands fly away from his face to grip the bedsheets.
Eddie slides his body down the bed and places Steve's legs over his shoulders. He licks at his cock once, twice before moving downward and burying his tongue in Steve's ass. Steve shouts and instinctively clamps his thighs tight around Eddie's head. When he tries to relax his thighs and let him go, Eddie stops him and presses them tighter over his ears. This is heaven. It has to be.
Steve's thighs are wonderful things. They're thick and hairy and delicious. They're soft under his grip but he can feel just how powerful they are in the way they squeeze his skull. Eddie knows they could snap his neck. End his life. The thought of that makes him twitch in his pants.
Eddie can't really hear Steve's moans but he's content with being able to feel them. They vibrate through Steve's body and Eddie hums when he feels him shake around his tongue.
He watches Steve's belly quiver as his long tongue slithers in deep. It's when the tip of it brushes up against a nub and Steve's body jumps that Eddie knows he's found his prostate. He's absolutely relentless as he pushes up against it, circles it and abuses it. He can feel how Steve pulls at his hair and how his thighs fight against his grip and how he tries so hard to pull Eddie away. But Eddie is greedy. He won't be satisfied until Steve falls apart for him. He won't be satisfied until he puts Steve back together and ruins him again and again and again.
He doesn't stop until Steve gives him the dry orgasm he deserves.
He slides his tongue out and lays a few kisses on Steve's twitching hole. So lovely and pink.
He's made a mess of both of them. There's saliva smeared all across Eddie's face and between Steve's cheeks and even some on his lower back. Messy eater.
Steve's thighs are lax and immediately fall away from his shoulders when Eddie lets go of his grip on them. Steve is panting, his body quivering and sensitive. His cock is still hard but it's leaking now. He leans in for a taste. He can't help himself. Delicious.
"So mean, Ed." Steve slurs out. His face is a sight. His cheeks are all blotchy and red and his lips are shiny with his own spit. There are tear tracks leading into his hair. Eddie climbs up Steve's body to get a taste of those too. Salty.
He leaves soft pecks all across Steve's face as he calms down. He's all pliant and sweet and warm beneath Eddie and it makes him want to eat him up.
Eddie finds one of Steve's hands and places a sweet kiss on each of his fingertips before bringing it up towards Steve's mouth. Steve shoots him a look of confusion. Eddie brings his thumb up to Steve's bottom lip and pulls it down, revealing his bottom row of teeth. Open up for me.
Steve gets the message and lets his pretty mouth fall open. Eddie guides three of Steve's fingers into his own mouth. He looks confused again. Eddie decides to push himself for Steve's sake.
"G-get em' nice a-and wet for me, baby." His voice still sounds nightmarish.
Steve is momentarily stunned by Eddie actually speaking but quickly does as he's told.
Steve locks eyes as with him as he sucks on his own fingers. He's thorough, Steve can't seem to half ass anything. Eddie can see the way his tongue dips between each of his fingers, can see the excess saliva that escapes the corners of his mouth. Eddie reaches up to wipe it away and can't help but let himself taste that part of Steve too. Steve.
His pupils dilate as he watches Eddie lick his finger clean of his spit. The thick scent of want hits his nostrils and suddenly all Eddie wants to do is be inside. He wants to tuck a part of himself into Steve and make him take it, make him hold it there. Become one with him.
With his patience wearing thin, Eddie pulls Steve's hand away from his mouth and guides it down his body past his cock and behind balls. He presses Steve's fingertips against his already wet rim and waits. Waits for Steve to be ready and take the lead. Steve is eager to step up to the plate because he doesn't hesitate to slip two fingers into himself. Eddie can see how he strains to reach the second knuckle. He wishes he could do this for Steve though it's not a completely selfless desire. He wants Steve to just be able to relax, to lay there and take everything Eddie gives him. He doesn't want Steve being able to think. He wants his boy dumb on lust. He wants to push his fingers into Steve's warmth and stay there. Eddie just wants.
But getting his fingers into Steve is a desire that's going to have to wait. His claws are just too long and too dangerous. His first thought was to bite them off, but he knows they'd still be rough and sharp. He'll just have to suffer for now. Hurting Steve that way is just not something he's willing to risk.
Still, Eddie looks down at the hand Steve is pleasuring himself with and aches with jealousy.
Steve lets out an especially loud moan as he adds a third finger. His cock is such an enticing red. Eddie would let himself have another taste if he didn't know it would send Steve over the edge.
"D-dont even need to do much, Ed. Your tongue did all the w-work." Steve stammers out. His lips are parted, and his eyebrows are pinched. He's so concentrated, so focused on the task at hand, the task given to him by Eddie. Eager baby.
He lets Steve pump his fingers into himself a few more times before grabbing his wrist to halt him. Because he's a filthy creature and cannot help the way he craves Steve, he brings his soiled fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. Steve is breathless as he watches. He has a glint in his eye. He looks like a man in love. Wishful thinking that is.
Eddie doesn't bother getting up to take off his pajama bottoms. He just sits back on the balls of his feet and tears them away.
"Not that that isn't hot," Steve says, a bit more lucid than he was a second ago. "But you've gotta stop tearing up my clothes, babe. Also, I'm pretty sure I gave you underwear."
Eddie just grins at him. Or at least he tries to. Emoting is still a difficult thing.
Finally bare, he repositions himself in his rightful place between Steve's legs. He runs his hands up his legs slowly, relishes in the feeling of coarse hair and soft skin. Steve takes a sharp inhale as he feels Eddie's cock rub against his own. His eyes widen when Eddie grabs it and gives Steve his first full view of it.
"Shit, Ed. That's too big you're not gonna fit." Steve says, sounding a bit panicked. Eddie wants to chuckle. Silly thing. There isn't a world out there where we don't fit together perfectly.
He guides his cock towards Steve's entrance as he rubs a reassuring hand on his inner thigh.
He can see why Steve is nervous. Compared to Steve, he is large. He's longer and thicker. His head is more triangular than it is round, and he has a ribbed pattern going up the sides of his shaft. I've been built to please him.
He's gentle and slow as he pushes in. Eddie growls deep in his chest at the addictive feeling of tight heat, at the sweet sound of Steve moaning. Time moves like molasses as he penetrates his beloved, almost as if some divine force has decided to let Eddie live in this moment for a bit longer. Eddie's knees tremble when his hips finally press up against Steve's behind.
It's not until he pulls his hips back and makes his first true thrust into Steve that his body goes completely weak.
He barely catches himself in time before crushing Steve beneath his weight. His hand is planted beside his face and Steve just gazes up at him, dazed.
"'s good, baby?" He slurs out. Eddie leans down and devours his mouth with his own.
It's their first kiss Eddie realizes. He doesn't understand how he's gone so long without this plush mouth. Steve's lips are petal soft and give so easily beneath the bite of Eddie's teeth. He complies so easily when Eddie decides to explore his mouth with his tongue. He opens wide when he brushes against the backs of his molars. He gags when Eddie strokes the back of his throat and goes lax when he goes deeper.
Steve is gone when Eddie finally pulls back. His eyes are lidded, and his pupils are so dilated that the gorgeous brown of them is nowhere to be found. When Eddie pulls out and pushes back in, the slide is smooth and easy because Steve is just so relaxed.
The sight of his satiated mate has Eddie purring. It rumbles deep in his chest and picks up in volume when he pushes a hand down on Steve's lower belly and feels just how deep he's buried. Feels like I'm in his guts.
Eddie wants this to last. He wants to fuck Steve for hours. He wants to fuck him till they're both sore, until it hurts. He wants to be inside him forever. Wants to live there and never leave. But Eddie has been worked up for a while now.
He knows he's close. His balls are tightening up. His fangs are getting sharper. He needs to bite. He needs something soft to sink his teeth into. Steve's jugular is the perfect place to latch onto.
He buries his face into his neck, traces the moles there with his nose. Steve's blood has been singing to him ever since he began this chase. It's been calling to him, begging him to drink.
Steve squeezes around him during a particularly well aimed thrust and Eddie whines. It's a high-pitched needy thing and Steve seems to like the sound because he clenches around him again.
"Feels that good, Ed? Feels so good you can't control yourself?" Steve slurs out. His tongue sounds fat in his mouth.
"I know you wanna bite me, sweetheart. I can feel those pretty teeth of yours." Steve continues. "Bite me, baby. Please just take what you need. Wanna give you everything." A hand is pushing at the back of Eddie's head. He feels so dizzy. Steve makes him so fucking dizzy.
His skin breaks so easily, like a delicate film. Rich blood floods his mouth and Eddie feels his eyelids flutter as his eyes roll back. He just feels so perfect at that very moment. Everything is so perfect.
The slide of Steve's ass against Eddie's cock, the feeling of Steve's fat thigh in hand, the taste of his baby on tongue. The smell of their sex. So perfect.
Eddie makes sure to bury himself deep as he cums. Makes sure that Steve stinks of him from the inside out.
He knows his mouth and chin are stained red when he pulls away from Steve's neck. He knows the sight should scare Steve, should make him want to shrivel away from the monster between his thighs and run as far as he can. Steve should be afraid. But the only scent coming off of his boy is the fragrance of arousal and want.
Steve is careful as he lifts Eddie's upper lip with his index finger. His eyes sparkle when he catches sight of one of Eddie's fangs. They're still elongated, still ready to kill.
"Beautiful, baby. You're so beautiful, Eddie" Steve whispers, quiet as if speaking too loudly would shatter the moment.
Eddie feels something pull at his chest. He has never been beautiful, but if Steve says it, then it must be true. I'm beautiful. Steve said so.
The second time Steve cums that night, it's with soft sigh. He spills over Eddie's hand as he kisses him sweetly. He licks his own blood off of Eddie's lips and Eddie feels himself fall in love.
Steve is nearly asleep as Eddie pulls out. He's gentle as he cleans Steve up with a pair of torn up sweatpants. He licks around the punctures his teeth made and kisses them. Steve laughs tiredly. Eddie thinks he manages to smile for real this time.
Eddie hardly breaks a sweat as he picks Steve up to rearrange him against himself. He's feather light in his arms. Maybe too light. I'll try and make him breakfast later. Or maybe I'll just watch as he makes breakfast.
He holds Steve close. Puts his head right next to his heart. Steve nuzzles into his chest and Eddie suddenly feels warm all over. It's the kind of warmth only Steve can provide. Eddie closes his eyes.
Heaven can't compare to what I have right here.