While Steve kisses him, Eddie keeps feeling him gently pull at his hair, winding it around his finger until it tugs at the root but not nearly rough enough.
"Harder," he purrs.
Steve snorts. "...Pull my hair for karate chop dick action," he says, giggling.
"Spring loaded," Eddie promises, grins.
"Harder," he purrs.
Steve snorts. "...Pull my hair for karate chop dick action," he says, giggling.
"Spring loaded," Eddie promises, grins.
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"What're you doing back there?" He twists, just in time to see an outstretched lock being pulled nearly straight before it's let loose to snap back into a tight curl at his neck.
"You've got these crazy curls back here."
"Oh?" Steve says, sounding deeply disinterested as he tugs again. "Really?"
"Yeah... gotta... Do all sorts of shit I don't have time for." He sniffs deeply, sighing.
"Oh..." Steve's voice is soft and his hands rub gentle circles onto his back. "Like a... fancy lap dog huh? My gran had one of those..." he muses.
Eddie slaps his hand on top of Steve's with a SMACK. Steve, whom he loves so so deeply Eddie reminds himself, winces at him. "Sorry," he says. "It was a super curly one."
Eddie snorts, taking his hand and confiscating it between their bodies.