[He doesn't resist; laughs as his hands are pinned, feels his breath stuttering when she takes control, forces him to fuck at her pace instead of his own. There's something about giving up control that does it for him, he's finding. Maybe it's the trust; maybe it's the knowing that Billy could take it back at a whim, and chooses not to. It's something for his future therapist to decipher: Billy just fucking loves the way Steve uses him. ]

You think you got something to prove to me, babygirl?

[It's vocalised like a challenge, but christ, fuck, Steve has nothing to prove. Billy's his, and Eddie's, and he doesn't care about anything else. ] Fuck - you feel amazing, holy shit - [He's distracted for a second by how wet she is, how deep she's got him. Under her hands, his fingers twitch, eager to touch, to pull. But he's good, he stays put. He wets his lips.] I think if you wanna prove something, you should prove you can ride me faster -