( eddie leans into jim's space when he touches him, hand on his crown. eddie's not exactly small, but he feels like he is underneath jim's palm, feels safe in a way he can't place. grounded, too. it's the right thing at the moment, and he wonders how hopper knows it's what he needs, why the touch is so fucking good. objectively, he knows that touch is good for people. that's why eddie's always touching, always leaning in to people's spaces. it just--- applying it to himself takes a moment.
he's thinking too much, misses what jim's doing with the pillow and blanket. doesn't miss the instructions, though, even if he can't quite guess what jim's going to do. that's probably better; he'd asked to not think.
eddie crawls between jim's thighs, feels himself flush doing it but maybe that's ianthe's blood in his system. he settles between spread legs, presses his cheek to jim's thigh and looks up at him, doe-eyed. ) Like this?
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he's thinking too much, misses what jim's doing with the pillow and blanket. doesn't miss the instructions, though, even if he can't quite guess what jim's going to do. that's probably better; he'd asked to not think.
eddie crawls between jim's thighs, feels himself flush doing it but maybe that's ianthe's blood in his system. he settles between spread legs, presses his cheek to jim's thigh and looks up at him, doe-eyed. ) Like this?