Oh, ( Steve says, unintelligently, even though the way they are looking at him and the heat in their kisses should have translated that fact without Chrissy saying it out loud. look, in his defense, he never expected to kiss Chrissy and Eddie when he took his first hit tonight. this feels so wildly impossible it's hard to get traction on the moment.
it's not entirely that he's never been in this situation before. he was King of Hawkins High for awhile, and that had some benefits, back in the day. kissing two different girls was a highlight. Carol hinted he should come upstairs with her and Tommy, once, though Steve had laughed it off and stayed in the roar of the party. it was hard not to wonder what would have happened if he'd followed her. still, this is just... different. it's not strangers, it's being invited into something he admires. envies, really, if he's honest. it is hard to understand how he's wanted when Eddie and Chrissy have each other already and they seem so perfect for each other.
that said, his limited experience isn't deep enough to know how this actually works in execution. taking turns kissing at a party isn't quite the same as actually having a threesome, and this is veering into something Steve has never explored before. probably wouldn't have ever considered he'd want to explore it, except here he is in the thick of it. and Steve can't imagine wanting it to be anything different. it feels better, strangely, to have all three of them in this moment. even if it still feels a little unreal.
his mouth goes a little dry at Eddie's blunt suggestion, and the burn of his fingers on his chest. ) Fuck, Eddie, ( Steve mutters, and he really didn't think Eddie Munson being decisive and commanding would be such a turn on, and yet here he is. Steve catches Chrissy's palm, just to keep an anchor on her before he turns to chase the filth down Eddie's tongue. Eddie talking dirty, even to somebody else, is way hotter than it has any right to be. the kiss is messy, needy, eager — trying to make sense of a situation that is more than a little overwhelming. Steve feels breathless, floaty, when he finally pulls back to look at Chrissy. try to summon the strength to form a complete sentence when Eddie has painted the picture of her on her knees with her mouth around his cock so vividly in his head. )
Do you... want to? ( Steve can't functionally understand this being about him, or his call. he's really just happy to be involved, he doesn't need to be the focus! if Chrissy would rather go down on her boyfriend, fuck, he's totally fine with that. being with Eddie has chased away a bit of the closed off shyness, the fear, that used to weigh Chrissy down. but Steve doesn't want to push her farther than she's ready to go. that's the last thing he could possibly want, actually. )
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it's not entirely that he's never been in this situation before. he was King of Hawkins High for awhile, and that had some benefits, back in the day. kissing two different girls was a highlight. Carol hinted he should come upstairs with her and Tommy, once, though Steve had laughed it off and stayed in the roar of the party. it was hard not to wonder what would have happened if he'd followed her. still, this is just... different. it's not strangers, it's being invited into something he admires. envies, really, if he's honest. it is hard to understand how he's wanted when Eddie and Chrissy have each other already and they seem so perfect for each other.
that said, his limited experience isn't deep enough to know how this actually works in execution. taking turns kissing at a party isn't quite the same as actually having a threesome, and this is veering into something Steve has never explored before. probably wouldn't have ever considered he'd want to explore it, except here he is in the thick of it. and Steve can't imagine wanting it to be anything different. it feels better, strangely, to have all three of them in this moment. even if it still feels a little unreal.
his mouth goes a little dry at Eddie's blunt suggestion, and the burn of his fingers on his chest. ) Fuck, Eddie, ( Steve mutters, and he really didn't think Eddie Munson being decisive and commanding would be such a turn on, and yet here he is. Steve catches Chrissy's palm, just to keep an anchor on her before he turns to chase the filth down Eddie's tongue. Eddie talking dirty, even to somebody else, is way hotter than it has any right to be. the kiss is messy, needy, eager — trying to make sense of a situation that is more than a little overwhelming. Steve feels breathless, floaty, when he finally pulls back to look at Chrissy. try to summon the strength to form a complete sentence when Eddie has painted the picture of her on her knees with her mouth around his cock so vividly in his head. )
Do you... want to? ( Steve can't functionally understand this being about him, or his call. he's really just happy to be involved, he doesn't need to be the focus! if Chrissy would rather go down on her boyfriend, fuck, he's totally fine with that. being with Eddie has chased away a bit of the closed off shyness, the fear, that used to weigh Chrissy down. but Steve doesn't want to push her farther than she's ready to go. that's the last thing he could possibly want, actually. )