"Jesus, Eddie-," Steve whines, once again clutching their headboard, but for a much better reason. "No more talking shit about yourself." Eddie barks, growling up against Steve's cunt. "And since you're carrying my pup, I'll forgive you for wasting all this humping my pillow."

When Steve doesn't answer right away, Eddie curls the fingers that were still buried inside him. "Yes! Yes...whatever you say Eddie, fuck-," Satisfied, Eddie's eyes close as he buries his tongue deeper into the heady orange scent clouding his senses.