Steve whispers, unable to hold back the rush of slick that coats the alpha's fingers. "I'm not the same. I don't look the same. I don't feel the same. I don't even smell the same, it's so strong."

Eddie growls at the suggestion, nipping Steve's hip before he rolls his thumb across the omega's swollen sex. "I'm obsessed with how you smell, Stevie. And how you look. And especially how you feel and taste."