Eddie huffs and goes back to sniffing his chest hair. "Probably'd all look like that if I took better care of it," he mutters.
"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 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.
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"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.
Eddie considers him, suspicious. "...Your favorite."
"I could carry you," Steve adds, hopeful.
"Mmmm..." Eddie releases the deepest, longest sigh. "Okay. Boil me like a frog."
Then it's Eddie's turn to look hopefully at him as the bubbles rise around his toes.
Steve delivers, kneeling on the tile and leaning over the tub edge to kiss him and kiss him and kiss him some more