[ Steve's apartment is, all things said, a breath of fresh air from the claustrophobic (but homely) den that Eddie has created. The windows are open and sheer curtains drift with a warm breeze, the scent of cooking cheese and pasta filling the apartment. Steve wears sweatpants and a new lilac tshirt, taking it easy since his lower body is punishing him for letting Eddie rearrange his guts for half the night, and he texts back quickly. Door's open.
Dark purple lovebites litter his neck, a large one under his ear where Eddie learned how to get him off with minimal effort. ]
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Dark purple lovebites litter his neck, a large one under his ear where Eddie learned how to get him off with minimal effort. ]