Lavate Las Manos

keep thinking about lounging on the couch with bestfriend!eddie, both tired after a long week of work. his body leans up against your side, which you welcome, gently guiding his head to rest near your neck, where your hands automatically move to rove through his curls. your fingers push through tousles of thick plush hair, making him groan in response, and settle into you further.

"feels good, sweetheart," his voice is a deep whisper against your throat.

"mhm," you hum, your softness matching his. "your hair's so fluffy, eds. you'll never cut it, right?"

he lets out a soft snort, "no, no. would never do that to you. know it's basically your favorite thing about me."

you smile, your cheek landing on his crown, "is not."

"you supervised my last trim."

"that was just emotional support, thank you very much."

"emotional support for you." he grins, moving a hand up to thumb with your shirt collar. "would you even still love me without it?" his face morphs into a phony frown, wide brown eyes on display for you.

"oh shut up, drama king, you know i would." you tease him, "would you still love me if not for the amazing back scratches i supply?"

he lets out a sigh, head falling back against the crook of your neck, pretending to ponder it. "i s'pose so. guess you're stuck with me."

"yeah, guess i am." you hand moves down to his shoulder blades and you start your light scratches, just because he brought it up, and he's a brat.

"wait a sec-" he slurs out, "can you go underneath my shirt? please? 'ts a more immersive experience that way."

totally a brat.

"yes king eddie, i'll do as you please" you roll your eyes, eating it right up. he knows it, too.

"thanks, sugarpop. you're the best."

and within a few minutes, his body is jello against yours, and you can't help but let out a quiet laugh when you notice him already drooling against your chest.

The crop top and little shorts brain rot is SO REAL