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[ Eddie stills for only a second, not stopping until Steve points out that he'll have to use his words if he wants something else. It's a good of a time as any to speak another fave on his list of things he's wanted to do. He shifts away, letting his own boxers finally slide off and away, a hand rising to Steve's dick and rubbing a thumb over its tip. Rising, putting a hand on the wall beside Steve for leverage, he nods once he's erect again, reaching to slide fingers onto Steve's neck just below his ear. ] Yeah, I want you to fuck me. Fill me up with this [ the teasing Steve's cock shifts so it strokes languidly, deliberately, down his shaft with a light squeeze at its base ] perfect dick of yours.

[ Eager and yearning, desperate and willing, he leans in for another kiss, twisting his tongue against Steve's and moaning in his throat, hips jutting forward so brush his cock against Steve's. He wants to taste all of Steve, have him cum in his mouth, hints of that already there, but they'll have more time to do that, too.

Pulling back, looking into Steve's eyes, he whimpers quietly at the touch of their dicks, breathing out hard. ] I've thought about it, before today. [ He adds it on, not caring that he's under the effects of an aphro, but he certainly is a virgin in this respect and, well, he doesn't want Steve to think it's only the aphro, that he wants it go that far, as complete as they can make their connection. ]

[Fuck, he's ready to abandon it all when Eddie runs a thumb over the head of his cock, groaning at just being touched right now. If Eddie asked anything right now, Steve would likely say yes even if he barely outwardly shows it other than a flutter of his lashes as the other starts to stroke him.]

Hold on-- [He pulls back only slightly, keeping his hips in place as he reaches for the bed stand table. In the drawer he's got a small bottle of lube he keeps there. He hasn't really used it, but it's just one of those things that should be just around in case of its need given the way the city operates.

He's looking up when Eddie presses his own cock against him and tells him that. His brows are raised, but he's smirking, because Eddie's not the only one who has thought about it.]

Yeah? You've thought about me taking you-- like that? [Because now he's very interested in those details.]

[ Eddie can't help the smug surge over getting that kind of groan from Steve, echoing it from wanting to bring him apart in his hands. There's always time for anything they might want to do, really, and his hand stays where it is when Steve speaks, shifts, his line of sight following where the movement is directed. There's a soft exhale, a silent 'oh,' the lube an essential, and he's glad Steve has some right there. The details between that moment and getting Steve's cock inside of him are, perhaps, not what he's thinking about most, though.

His thumb becomes more teasing rather than direct with that acquisition of lube, settling at the edge of the head as his gaze slides back to meet Steve's. A dead giveaway that they've both thought of doing the same thing, that classic smirk, and Eddie is left with his stomach twisting with a new wave of desire. He smiles, small and reserved for the space between them in this moment, drawing in and hotly focused as he hums low in his throat, nodding. ] Yeah. I mean, when you keep getting on top of me -- [ maybe, like, a couple times, but he's standing by this reasoning ] how could I not?

I want...you, on top of me, so I can... [ a hum mixed with a groan of want ] wrap my legs around you while you just...plow into me. [ Another heavy breath. ] So I can watch your face while you're inside me... [ and he's stroking Steve's dick again, glancing down at his hard shaft, slow but urgent in his voice. ] Other ways too, but that's what I want, first, now.

[Steve can't help the self satisfied grin as he does close that gap between them, slotting himself so he can lean over Eddie, making sure to lower and keep him against the bed. He likes that Eddie is forward, that there's something in him that wants this. It makes it easier than trying to insist that Eddie's got to keep quota to survive here.

And if he wants to do it with Steve, even better. He doesn't know how or when that like crossed from friends to more, maybe some time when they were listening to music, and that kiss turned into something heated between the two of them, but Steve isn't shy of it either. He's had a year here to explore more of his sexuality, and while the questions and exactness sometimes still lingers, Steve is also a fly by the seat of your pants man, and that's exactly what he's doing now.

So he starts pouring a little bit of the lube on himself. Eddie's hand is already stoking him, and he knows he'll see to it getting where it needs to go. Meanwhile his own hand starts lower on Eddie, slipping from his shaft down lower and lower until he's making eye contact right where his fingers mean to. He's not pushing too hard, just sort of touching, getting Eddie used to the idea.]

Yeah? I can do that.

[ Eddie's wanted to stay at Steve's however long they're allowed, following the rules closely so neither of them get into trouble. The bed in the motel isn't the worst in the world, but sharing space with Steve is preferable. Coming to Steve when he's heavily aphro'd is also mentally satiating him in ways he's really yet to realize. He's had sex with other people already too, but there's no one he's gone out of his way to seek out other than Steve. Could be due to the open invitation to help one another. Or it's more, an urge that hasn't become fully realized, nuanced and threatening to deepen.

He likes it when Steve eases him down onto the bed, takes the lead and goes with the flow that the two of them are wide and willing to participate in. It may have been a tease, Steve getting on top of him and that being why he wants him to fuck him that way, but the crux of that desire is center in Eddie's desires. All they've done so far, touching and coming together, kissing and making out, he's felt guided by Steve, and he yearns for more of that as he explores further into his attraction to the other man.

He looks down when the lube is opened, humming in pleasure as his fingers lift and rise to bring it down to coat over the whole of Steve's cock. Attention downward for a couple moments more, he grunts, stomach and groin clenching and feeling twisty when he's touched, eyes closing and eyelids fluttering from the sensation of Steve's hand on him. He's making eye contact again before fingers drift down, his own stroking having stopped so his fingers rest at the base of Steve's shaft.

For a young man who explores in a lot of ways in life, his dick has always been pretty fine at getting the deed of climaxing done. It's the first time this area of his body's being touched, intimately, and he inhales sharply, shifting and partially wriggling until he eases against Steve's fingers. ] Yeah? You promise? 'Cause... [ he spreads his legs a little, thinking more room for this is likely for the better, a sound verging on a whine rumbling in his throat ] really, really wanna feel you, inside me. [ His face tilts up, stretching to kiss Steve, hand at the other's cock stroking a thumb just along the base, impatience roiling in his stomach. ]

[It's just easier if he doesn't think about it. It's not like things ever really go in his favor when he does, so Steve figures he's just going to go with whatever happens. Eddie came to him. He wants him. And yeah, they haven't really talked about what all of this means. They just find each other when one of them needs the other, and that isn't surprising that it's happened now when Eddie's clearly aphro'd.

Besides this is why Steve gave the open invitation anyway. He wants Eddie to feel like he can actually come to him for anything. He's been here a year now, and while he's not a Dom, he can still help. Steve really does want to help, and he knows that he actually does give a damn about Eddie. A whole hell of a lot of damns if he does think about it.

Which he's decidedly not right not. Instead he's just focused on the way the lube feels, coating his own hard length before he's working Eddie not with two fingers before slipping a third. He's tight, so he's not pushing him too deeply. Steve's pretty sure he's the first guy he's done this with, and while Steve's been here a year, he's only done this with a few himself. There was someone he had done regular sex with that was a guy, but he left recently, and it's not like Steve has been in a hurry to replace him.

But he knows Eddie trusts him, so as he kisses the other back, he can feel the way he strokes at his length, and there's a stifled groan before he's finally withdrawing his digits and leaning in.]

You good with this? [He's checking in once more, just to make sure Eddie's okay with what he's about to do. And once Eddie does give his consent, Steve's slowly guiding his own cock right to him, just feeling how Eddie's body reacts before he's just pushing his head gently into him.]

[ Eddie's body screams with heat and pleasure at every sensation from being like this with Steve. He curses, a 'fuck' interwoven into bitten down groans with the way Steve's fingers feel inside of him, the fuller feeling slick and intoxicating.

He may have gotten lost in the physical then if not for Steve verbally checking in, and he gives a shaky nod. ] Yeah, man, better than good. Promise. Please.

[ A deep breath fills his lungs when he feels how he stretches against the start of Steve's cock, both of his hands shifting to grab onto the other man's back. ] Fuck, Steve. [ Fingertips push into warm muscled flesh, stuttered groan as he peers into Steve's eyes through fluttering lashes. His head bobs in a brief nod, legs spreading more and back arching just a hair to encourage him to slide in more, stilling to let Steve set the pace when there's a harsher tug of an ache than he anticipates. He trusts Steve to take care of him, be sure that it's good, positive, memorable.

He's not thinking of how he's perceived, not currently a dervish of exclaimed need and forward physical acts. He's caught in each moment as it occurs, fueled by how their bodies are starting to connect and hitting sensitives Eddie wasn't aware of having.

He hadn't completely thought about wanting Steve to be the first guy he has penetrative sex with, though that had tickled at his brain here and there. The energy drink's effect so far left him sleeping with only a woman and once he's clearheaded again, he'll be grateful that he reached out to Steve to allow for this to happen. For now, there's a silent adoration for Steve, how he's set each step so smoothly, carefully.

Rushing the adjustment to having a dick in his ass is quickly a choice Eddie decides not to make, breath panting, and a whining moan slipping from him. ] Kiss me? [ He could do it, Steve's face is right there, but he'd wanted to ask for it, wanting even more tenderness. ]

[It's the 'please' that does something to him, like he can't get enough of Eddie asking him to fuck him. Steve's ego was once big enough for that to certainly be a thing, and while it still does things to him, he knows it's because it's Eddie, asking him, Steve Harrington, to fuck him for the first time. That feeling goes to his gut, and he takes that confirmation as what it is.

It's clear it's what they both want. He only pauses to just slick himself up one more time, making sure they're both coated before the head of his cock pushes against him, feeling the pressure of the ring of muscles.]

Relax. [He knows what that feeling is like, though he's only experienced it a few times himself. He gives into the request, too. That's the last thing he says before he dips down to kiss him. He's got one hand over him as the second moves down to prop on an elbow so his arm is under Eddie's. He groans into the kiss, all of his senses overcome by Eddie at once. The way he feels, how tight he is, how he tastes, it's all overwhelming in the best sense, and Steve knows he has to pace himself or this will be over before it ever begins.

And he wants so much more for them both to have been too quick on their first time. So hips are very slow to see just how much he can take, getting about mid-shaft before he's pulling back. He never stops moving, just going slow enough to see if it's painful at all for him and if Steve needs to stop at all.]

[ Being a young man with a very frequently active sex drive under normal circumstances, Eddie's thought about exploring further with Steve. He'd wanted to fuck him that day, no former moments seeming to call directly for sauntering up to his friend to ask if he wanted to have anal sex. His fantasies have certainly featured Steve, though. The feel of his fingers, his lips, the way he's held onto Eddie before today, how he'd given him one of the best orgasms of his life. Without having experience to draw on, the fantasy has been more about what they'd already done, Steve's hips grinding down into his having mapped out what it could start to be like if they became even more connected. So, Eddie's thought about this, jerked off to how Steve has made him feel, to recent memories of fooling around.

The single word from Steve makes Eddie's breath hitch, muscles tensing around the cock starting to slide inside of him. He hadn't really thought about what it might be like to actually feel fuller, the sensation nearly taking over.

He doesn't do much of a great job of relaxing, focus on the visceral, Steve kissing him just as he'd wanted. Relying on the other man to move it along naturally, safely, his lips tremble under the renewed heat of the kiss, mouth parting far more frequently than it usually has when they've made out. Jaw clenching a little, he has to remind himself -- Relax -- before he tries to steady breaths, soft whine into Steve's mouth before he finds the ability to kiss him again, flipping between breathing and kissing.

His cognizance of how precisely Steve moves, how he's pacing this, is limited, hands still resting on the other's back. The closeness Steve made in situating himself over Eddie, slipping an arm in the right spot, propping himself up just so, is everything he needs, too. Body adjusting to the size of Steve's dick stretching him, hole slick, Eddie's legs spread a little wider. No pushing forward this time, just moaning into Steve's mouth. ] Fuck. Fuck me, Steve. [ A statement of exclamation rather than a request, but it causes his cock to twitch. ] Feels, mmm, really...fucking...amazing.

[He can tell Eddie isn't doing the best job of relaxing, but then even Steve can't think of a single time the other kid has been relaxed. Being loud and having theatrics is kind of his thing. So he works harder at kissing him and wrapping his hand around Eddie's cock. If he has to distract him with other things, so be it, but he's clenching so tightly around him that it's hard for Steve to move.

He thrusts halfway in again, setting a steady pace before he feels Eddie move to meet him, and he sinks down further with a low moan. Eddie's cock twitches in his hand, and he starts to work him a little harder, liking the fact that Eddie's telling him what he needs. If he can take this, he'll give him the entirety of his cock, sinking fully into how tight Eddie was.]

[ There's just more to it than slipping in and going, more work and patience than Eddie was anticipating. The deeper kisses and stroking of his dick really center his attention, reframing it back to sinking into what Steve's doing, how he's making his body feel.

Eddie kisses, breathes and moans, into Steve's mouth, groaning with the extra inches that slide into him, legs parting as far as they can so there's room. It's instinctual to do, he's not thinking anymore, absorbed in every way Steve is touching him. Full length inside of him and brushing deep within, a new set of sparks rocket through Eddie's body, and he grabs tighter onto Steve, fingernails digging hard into his back. Panting, doing his damn best to keep the kissing up as his head spins, he throbs in Steve's hand, moaning and ready to take all that Steve gives him.

He's closer to coming than not, pleasure shooting through him, cock stiffer and pre-cum dripping out. There're really no words he has the capacity to conjure up, just drunk on how Steve is making him feel while they're fully connected. ]

[Steve groans, moving a little more steady now. His pacing has increased as Eddie's situated himself, making it easier for him to go deeper. He's still a little blown away by the fact that Eddie's come to him for this, but it's very clear how much the other had wanted this.

And really he has, too. Steve hasn't hidden it. His attraction is deeper than sexual, but being able to play that out and explore more in a setting that doesn't shame them or question it feels good. So he's taking this opportunity, kissing him hard when he finally thrusts entirely into Eddie, letting him take his full length.

There's another groan, the sensation of being inside of him, over him kissing, and the slow way his hand has been jerking him is a lot for him as well, but he's working a little more instantly when he feels Eddie start to stir in his hand.]

You like that, hmm? Feeling me inside of you like this? [Because a little dirty talk might be hot, too.]

[ So this is how Steve Harrington makes someone feel when he's inside of them. The nerve, really, to think that Eddie could conjure up words out of thin air when he's been stretched and is wide open, that perfect cock as he's referred to it as, tenderly sliding in and out of him. He hisses out at first, eyes searching for Steve's, strain and pleasure weaving together in an attempted steady stare. It's his second reaction, throbbing of his own shaft bringing his lips to crash back up onto Steve's.

Whiny moans leaving him as his head falls back once more, he digs his fingers into the other man's back, something to really hold onto as he relishes the tumult of sensations. ]

I... [ his voice breaks, stomach tightening, fingers sinking in harder, a very slight rise of his hips so he can press back, desire to feel every inch of their skin touch that can, wants to show even minute displays of the encouragement his body screams. He bites his lip, breathless for a few moments. ] Uh huh. [ He settles on that, a brief affirmative, having to steady his breath again so he can give more. ] Don't, never, think, I. I, mmm, never felt like this. This good. [ Said through lust, but he means that. There's no room for considering if his feeling that means more than the physical, but he'll come back to this thought in the future and realize there'd been more, even if he couldn't define it.

His face tilts up to nip at Steve's bottom lip, another moan tumbling out from the pleasure radiating through him around the other's cock. ] Your dick it's...just, big, perfect. Love how you, sink into me. Gonna get me off with that, ah! Your fingers.

[ You're making this hard, Steve, but Eddie's into, likes it, has felt the surge of resolve to get as many words out as he can, devoting his stamina into speaking dirty words right back. ] My tight ass gonna make you come? You gonna shoot your load into me? [ Limited experience and all, he's a quick learner; he knows what it feels like to give and receive pleasure from Steve, and he wants to help make it as amazing as he can. ]

[It's not that Steve doesn't feel it, but his control is fairly good, trying to not just drive himself into Eddie fast and hard-- not yet anyway. He's concentrating on just keeping that steady pace for now, but it's easy to get lost in the way the other feels, and even more so when he starts talking.

And who doesn't like being told their dick is big? He can feel him twitch inside of him, and he's groaning before kissing him harder, pushing his tongue into Eddie's mouth. Fuck, this feels so good, and when he tells Steve he's going to get off with him it just makes him stroke further.

Until he bucks hard at the thought of just how tight Eddie is.] Fuck, Eddie. Yes. God, you're so tight. Never had someone on you, huh? But you wanted me to fuck you.

[Which clearly he'll happily oblige.] Mmm, gunna make you cum first before I cum in your tight ass. [Another grunt as his hands tighten in the sheets, thrusting a little harder now. Fuck, it's all he wants.]

[ Eddie grabs onto the back of Steve's head, fingers sliding through his hair to dig into his scalp, tugging and tangling sections of what is undeniably one of the other's most prized physical traits and for good reason. Steve's hair is hot, and Eddie can't help wanting to touch it as much as he can as he twists his tongue with his friend's, panting harder and moaning loudly when his own cock is stroked more pointedly.

A sharp sound passes out of him with that hard buck, and he swears he's seeing stars, legs quivering when Steve shoots back more words. Fuck, it really is hotter than any other moment of Eddie's life.

One leg shifts, sliding up against Steve's and wrapping around him at his ass, moans constant with every dirty word that falls out of man who's fucking him, so tender and slow up until Eddie could take all of him. He grunts, chest rising and falling fast, the start of a nod that, yep, he's never done this before, a higher pitched whining moan at having wanted Steve to fuck him.

His cock getting stiffer, sending a course of being close to climax up through his body, sparks shooting all through him, Eddie bucks back up against Steve's thrusts, captivated by each drive of that cock inside of him.

He lifts his face, lips pushing onto Steve's, shoving his tongue in and moaning into his mouth, head snapping back, hitting the bed as he groans. ] Fuck, yeah, fill me up, Steve. Show me what it's like, your hot jizz in my ass, where no one's fucked before you. [ And he gets the words out, cry of pleasure rocketing out of his lips as he comes hard, body shaking, stomach tensing and trying to release, muscles of his ass tightening harder around Steve's dick. ]

[His pace is getting a little faster, holding at him a little rougher. Steve isn't going full force at him for it just being his first time, but it feels good, and he can obviously tell that Eddie likes it, too. He's watching his face carefully, even though he knows it would be so easy to get lost in the feeling of how he was clenching him, the tighter muscles of his ass, and he wants to, but right now the more important thing is getting Eddie off to it, too.

So that's where he keeps his attention, hand stroking over him even as he feel some of the precum leak onto his finger. It's hot, and he rolls his hips a little more, having him take all of him now.

The fact Eddie is so verbal isn't a surprise, and it makes him hard to hear all the filthy words stumble out of his mouth. He watches as the other tumbles into his own orgasm, and he leans down to kiss him, masking his cries with his own mouth as he gets Eddie's come between them, still fucking him through it.]

Fuck, you're hot like this. [He's almost panting himself, thrusts getting a little more erratic, but trying to not buck too hard. He wants to come inside of him so bad though, it's hard to focus on anything else.]

[ Eddie's orgasm spurts harder when Steve kisses him, panting in between the unabated sounds of being fully absorbed with his climax, loving every thrust of the whole of Steve's cock.

He whimpers, whining another moan at Steve's words, dick sensitive and still somewhat hard from coming. It really has been as close to perfect as he could imagine, and he wants Steve to get off as hard as he can too. Eddie reels from endorphins, the effects of the aphro still in his body too, so he decides to be more forward. If it's too much, if he's struck with some pain, he really doesn't care, is sure of what he's about to say. ]

So are you. [ Whispered out, little murmurs before he kisses Steve again. ] Fuck me harder, Steve. Give it to me, want you to shoot hard inside me. [ And he shifts, moaning from the extra sensation, bringing his other leg up along Steve's hip, wanting to spread himself out more. ] I need your cum, Steve, come on.

[ A touch urgent, force behind his words, wanting to give Steve even more of a reason to come. ]

[A hand comes down to Eddie's hip to hold him right where he needs him. Likely there will be small, finger shaped bruises around his hip in the morning, but right now Steve's just concentrating on how tight and hot Eddie feels with his own cock buried inside of him.

He's concentrating on that, on the feeling of Eddie's come already on him, on the way his lips feel on his skin. Fuck, he groans louder when he tells him that he needs him come, and God, he's so close. He's so close, and he wants nothing more than to do that.

There's a few last rough, erratic thrusts, pumping in and out of him with a few quick slams into him. He can hear the way his body slaps against him before he's finally giving in and letting go. It's a hard, low moan before he finally stills, keeping himself pressed into his friend as he comes.]

[ Eddie's still on the high of coming, long set of shaky moans over how Steve grasps onto his hip. Those sounds continue through harder thrusts, skin crackling with sensation as they slap together, muscles of his chest clenching and rolling under the intensity. He's tighter around Steve, groaning and looking through needy eyes at the other man's face to watch him as he empties into him, moaning when he can sense the extra heat, biting down on his lip at the sensation of cum shooting out of his friend and pooling within him.

He grabs Steve by the back of his head, pulling him down for a fierce kiss, long and hard, a sharp inhale to maintain some air supply so it can lost as long as Eddie needs. He's not going to be the one to break it, willing to go lightheaded, already so from the way Steve has fucked him.

He pushes into Steve, holding him in place with one leg, wanting to relish in the way bodies feel tangled and connected, humming into the kiss. ]

[He's not entirely there in the moment, able to be pliable and bent for Eddie to kiss him. It's his lips that pull him back, groaning into the kiss when his body seems to feel every point their body is touching. His cock is still in him, and he isn't moving, yet. Eddie has him too twisted, and the kiss feels like too much.

Something else is there, he notes. He knows he's already accepting Eddie as one of his own. He doesn't know everything that transpired in Hawkins, and he doesn't need to. All that really matters is the shit they've already gone through here, and Steve isn't going to take this for granted again. He's glad Eddie's there even if it means they're both stuck in this hell hole for a city. It could be worse.

So he kisses him back, trying to convey the words he just doesn't have. One hand pushes onto the mattress, keeping their bodies right where they are and pressed together.]

[ Eddie's mind is heavy with how amazing he feels, that another person could send these kinds of waves through his body, that he could really be this connected to anyone else. It's more than physical, though that doesn't translate fully for him, sparks of aftershocks radiating between them, a desire swept over him to keep Steve's cock inside of him for a long as it rightly can be.

His lips pause only when they're forced to from a need to draw in oxygen, sharp inhale, face shifting back to try to meet Steve's. A rumbling, delighted sound rolls in from his throat to his belly, forehead creasing with the way even that action sends shivers down through his dick and into his ass, knowing Steve can feel it too, the otherwise inconsequestional laugh brushing over how sensitive his own skin is. ]

See? [ Whispered out, lips jutting to press against the others again, a smile behind what could be a fuller kiss, but instead he speaks into Steve's mouth. ] Knew you'd be...amazing like this. Like that.

[ Then though, he has to kiss Steve again, pushing up into his already spent cock, whining from the stimulation, tangling their tongues together and waiting for Steve to be the first one to make a move to start slipping out, to move from a position that, now, is officially one of Eddie's favorites. Who ever could've imagined he'd lose his anal v-card to Steve Harrington? In that moment, he can't think of it happening literally any other way.]

[Steve does have to eventually move, the feeling of still being inside of him sending a shiver down his spine. It takes a moment to adjust and pull out, but he just moves to his side with his arms still around Eddie. He's tired, and that was a lot, but he looks mostly pleased despite how messy they both got.

Eddie's words get a soft hum out of him in agreement, eyes looking over at him at the thought of Eddie thinking about this before now. He had, too, when Eddie was in his bed the last time, but he didn't want to jump straight to fucking him when he was pretty sure he hadn't had much experience with men. Steve takes a breath then and just leans into Eddie for a moment.]

Stay over? You can take a shower later if you want. [Right now he just wants to lay with someone he feels connected to, not having that for awhile now.]

[ Eddie whines, brows knitting hard when Steve pulls out, breathing out as his body goes slacker, muscles relaxing even as his body still hums with sensation. He slides his head so it's snuggling into the crook of Steve's neck, his own arms wrapping around the other man, body shifting to stay close as he can, not wanting any separation.

First time being fucked by a man, first kiss with a man, first handjob and blowjob with a man. Lots of firsts for Eddie with Steve, and he's glowing with pleasure now that they've done this physical act, too. He's wanted to, yearned to, wanted to dive in once their lips first touched, but even now as it's happened with an aphro-laden brain, he's glad for every step their path has taken them on.

He sighs out, slowly, nodding, shifting so he can meet Steve's eyes. ] Absolutely. And yeah. Later. [ Because they are of one mind about this, the want to stay connected, to be close, and really drink in one another. ]

Couldn't stand up right now if I wanted to. [ He leans to give him a quick kiss before he settles back, putting his head where he'd had it before, hair pressing up against Steve's skin, hands happily resting without intent to move. ]

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they're perfect ;; end?