[ Steve learns the valuable lesson that there is no such thing as too much tongue when it comes to pleasing either sex. After covering Eddie in soft kisses that carefully avoid scraping teeth over scars, he learns exactly how to choke himself in record time and consequently how to breathe so he doesn't, making it not the smoothest blowjob any man has experienced by far but certainly one of the most enthusiastic, hot-wet and sloppy. He likes most how Eddie writhes and begs, how he tastes like sweat and salt, then burns the back of Steve's throat before he can pull off (because he's an idiot who has to try to go for gold first try), but it really is the sound of him getting off and the way Steve can feel it under his hands and mouth as quivering tension ...
He gets off with almost comical ease at the first touch of Eddie's hand, and then the world narrows to the bed and the way a beam of early sunrise cuts through the curtains, right across them.
That glass of water comes in handy.
Some time later, after snuggling and joking as they doze, Steve gives the ceiling a frown. ]
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He gets off with almost comical ease at the first touch of Eddie's hand, and then the world narrows to the bed and the way a beam of early sunrise cuts through the curtains, right across them.
That glass of water comes in handy.
Some time later, after snuggling and joking as they doze, Steve gives the ceiling a frown. ]
What happened to Hargrove?