[ Steve's heart forgets to beat for a moment, then two, and then Eddie presses his mouth back against his and Steve relaxes underneath him, his hand coming up to bury itself in Eddie's hair.
He should be shocked, but he isn't, really. He's known - however vaguely - that his feelings for Eddie are different than they are for everyone else. He's known, in a way that he hasn't let himself think too hard about, that he's thought about the shape of his face, the curve of his lips, the way a smile sends a little jolt of electricity through him for too many lonely nights to count.
When he finally does break the kiss, he forces himself to swallow down the need to immediately resume it.] Was— was that okay?
[ He's pretty sure Eddie wouldn't have kissed him back if it wasn't, but there's still a rock in the pit of his stomach that needs to hear it directly. ]
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He should be shocked, but he isn't, really. He's known - however vaguely - that his feelings for Eddie are different than they are for everyone else. He's known, in a way that he hasn't let himself think too hard about, that he's thought about the shape of his face, the curve of his lips, the way a smile sends a little jolt of electricity through him for too many lonely nights to count.
When he finally does break the kiss, he forces himself to swallow down the need to immediately resume it.] Was— was that okay?
[ He's pretty sure Eddie wouldn't have kissed him back if it wasn't, but there's still a rock in the pit of his stomach that needs to hear it directly. ]