[The world becomes very small, zeroes down to Billy and Eddie's teeth against his neck. The breath, somehow hot in comparison to the chill of his skin, the way he says you smell so good and I think this is real vampire shit. He thinks oh: not oh fuck, not shit, shit, shit, just oh. Oh, yeah. Of course. The ears, the fangs.
He'd let their Eddie do this, he thinks. It's easy to let his head fall sideways, exposing the length of his throat, to slide the other hand to soothe over the back of his Eddie's hair. ] - It's okay, [he says, even though yeah, it probably isn't. He expects it to hurt - he expects to feel scared of the growl, expects a lot of shit that doesn't actually happen.
It feels numb, at first: like the pinprick of a needle, like getting blood drawn. Then it's hot, then it's a distant sting and it goes straight to Billy's head, makes him feel like he's smoked a full blunt in five minutes. It doesn't feel good in a way that's familiar, but it feels close, has his breath hitching as his fingers grasp in Eddie's hair, starting to feel light headed and drunk. ] E - E - need you to slow down, fuck -
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He'd let their Eddie do this, he thinks. It's easy to let his head fall sideways, exposing the length of his throat, to slide the other hand to soothe over the back of his Eddie's hair. ] - It's okay, [he says, even though yeah, it probably isn't. He expects it to hurt - he expects to feel scared of the growl, expects a lot of shit that doesn't actually happen.
It feels numb, at first: like the pinprick of a needle, like getting blood drawn. Then it's hot, then it's a distant sting and it goes straight to Billy's head, makes him feel like he's smoked a full blunt in five minutes. It doesn't feel good in a way that's familiar, but it feels close, has his breath hitching as his fingers grasp in Eddie's hair, starting to feel light headed and drunk. ] E - E - need you to slow down, fuck -