32 | they/he
they knock over the mixing bowl, but they don’t stop kissing to pick it up.
they knock over the mixing bowl, but they don’t stop kissing to pick it up.
“you are,” steve starts, presses forward and kisses him hard on the lips, hot and open mouthed. releases him to gasp against his lips, “so. 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬.”
oh god.
“you are,” steve starts, presses forward and kisses him hard on the lips, hot and open mouthed. releases him to gasp against his lips, “so. 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬.”
oh god.
steve’s eyes flutter a little at the pet name, 𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵.
he wraps his big hands around eddie’s waist suddenly, lifting him with a grunt onto the counter and pushing him back into the cabinets behind him.
steve’s eyes flutter a little at the pet name, 𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵.
he wraps his big hands around eddie’s waist suddenly, lifting him with a grunt onto the counter and pushing him back into the cabinets behind him.
“oh, fuck,” eddie breathes. “steve—“
steve nips at the tip of his finger before he releases him.
“say it again.”
“…baby,” eddie whispers. steve has spit on his lower lip.
“oh, fuck,” eddie breathes. “steve—“
steve nips at the tip of his finger before he releases him.
“say it again.”
“…baby,” eddie whispers. steve has spit on his lower lip.