welcome to my bedroom wall

Steve stood, and without even thinking said “You can drink my blood.” Eddie didn’t say anything, frozen in place as he stared at Steve. The longer the silence went on, the louder Steve’s own words repeated in his head.

Eddie still only stared, only his eyes were no longer looking at Steve’s face, rather locked on his neck. Steve wondered if Eddie could hear his heartbeat like in the movies.

It was clear Eddie wouldn’t willingly accept the offer, so Steve took a couple steps forward until he was nearly chest to chest with him. His gaze still stayed focused on his neck. Steve could even see his fangs poking out of his mouth. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a spark at the thought of Eddie sinking those fangs into him.

Still, Eddie made no move to get what he clearly wanted. Steve had to make the final push.

“Please drink from me,” Steve whispered. Eddie’s eyes finally met his again. They were searching, as if trying to decipher if Steve actually wanted this. Steve nodded his head and that was all the invitation needed for Eddie to latch onto his neck. The bite wasn’t painful like Steve had expected. It was a quick pinch that was barely there and then all he felt was Eddie’s mouth on his skin. He felt him suck on his neck, taking what he wanted. Eddie’s tongue chased after blood that had escaped his mouth. Steve felt like he was on fire.

“Fuck, you taste so good, Stevie,” Eddie mumbled against Steve’s neck. All Steve could do was grip onto Eddie’s shirt, his head fuzzy and filled with Eddie. His smell, the feeling of his mouth, the way his cold hands somehow felt like they were burning Steve’s skin. Just as Steve began to feel lightheaded, he felt Eddie lick over the spot he had bitten. When he pulled back, he had color back in his face and his lips were smeared with blood. Without a second of hesitation, Steve surged forward and crashed his lips into Eddie’s. Even with the coppery taste of his own blood on his tongue, Steve deepened the kiss at the sound of Eddie’s moan.

In the blink of an eye, Steve was pushed against the wall with Eddie’s thigh pressed against him. His head thunked against the wall as he groaned at the pressure. As he pulled Eddie closer, he could feel the same hardness in Eddie’s jeans. Eddie trailed kisses down Steve’s jaw to his throat, kissing the same place he had bitten moments before.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. It took everything in me not to tackle you in that goddamn boat,” Eddie whispered into Steve’s ear. Steve felt his fang catch on his earlobe. “And then seeing you in my vest, hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” Eddie pulled Steve’s shirt over his head and immediately went for his chest, licking at the hair there, groaning the entire time. Steve couldn’t help but grind on the thigh Eddie still had between his legs.

“Fuck, Eds,” was all Steve could manage in his state, speeding his hips up as Eddie moved back up to his throat, seemingly obsessed with the place he had bitten.

“That’s it, baby, take what you need,” Eddie cooed. Steve felt his hands grab his hips tight enough to bruise, guiding him into a rhythm that had both of them moaning.

Steve had been worked up since Eddie first bit him so it didn’t take much more before his orgasm crashed over him, leaving him shaking in Eddie’s hands.