Steve swanned in and before Eddie even struggled through a discussion about what he 'did' for a 'living' he was back, shaking the landlord's hand and declaring that they would take it.
"It's perfect," he said, winking at Eddie's stunned face.
'You're perfect,' he'd thought, too shy to say it aloud
"It's perfect," he said, winking at Eddie's stunned face.
'You're perfect,' he'd thought, too shy to say it aloud
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Eddie hardly knows - he's been dozing off, lulled by the circles of
Steve exhales right at his temple like a bull. "You're always tender."
Eddie glares. "No I'm /not/," he scoffs, alpha sensibilities suddenly poked and prodded
Eddie relents, not just because his touch turns to a circling press, not just because when he eagerly scrambles out, Steve stills him first so he can patiently dry every inch with the expensive towels that Eddie