[ He snorts when Eddie says he'll pinch his thigh, melts into the way Jem's touching him, looking at them, at the way Eddie feels against his skin. He moves carefully, really fucking carefully, because he's not small like Jem, and he's half convinced he's going to break Eddie's neck, or at least press wrong and strain his shoulder, pull on the injury.
But they're both waiting for him and he goes, settles his knees around Eddie, hovers his ass over him, and if Billy's cheeks are rosy then lucky for Jem, she gets to see it. Eddie, at least for now, has a different view. ]
If you insist. [ But his hand lowers to trail over Eddie's chest, thumb flicking over his lone nipple as he leans forward to lick the tip of Jem's nose, smile crooked. ]
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But they're both waiting for him and he goes, settles his knees around Eddie, hovers his ass over him, and if Billy's cheeks are rosy then lucky for Jem, she gets to see it. Eddie, at least for now, has a different view. ]
If you insist. [ But his hand lowers to trail over Eddie's chest, thumb flicking over his lone nipple as he leans forward to lick the tip of Jem's nose, smile crooked. ]