Now, Steve sits behind the old school tub on a stool and does way more than wash Eddie's hair with his fancy shampoo. He combs that extra special conditioner in and clips it all up before rubbing some weird thing onto Eddie's face.
Eddie hardly knows - he's been dozing off, lulled by the circles of
Eddie hardly knows - he's been dozing off, lulled by the circles of
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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
Eddie once punched a guy so hard he thought he broke his hand.
But he feels a small tender sweet thing with his omega's tongue in him, on him, licking at his balls and knot.