Yeah, yeah we can - just - [Let him adjust, shift just a little to make the weight of himself easier to hold. He balances on an elbow, the other hand cradling Eddie's face. He's so close he can breathe in every exhale Eddie releases; so close that it's easy to indulge in sweeter kisses, to lick in languid, nip at Eddie's mouth.
He stays deep inside, too. Softens slow while still enveloped in the tight heat that is just Eddie. He holds so, so still, stroking at Eddie's jaw, the soft baby-hairs at his temple. He stays exactly like this, and doesn't really know how long for. Until the stickiness is uncomfortable, until he really has to roll onto his back, dragging Eddie on top, and still doesn't pull out. Instead he presses Eddie's cheek to his chest, cards his fingers through his hair and just lets them drift, quietly. ]
( eddie's little more than a rag doll after that, pliant and easy. he offers lazy kisses in return, lets out a contented sigh when jim moves and he's then sprawled on his chest.
distantly, he gets why jem likes this from the other side. he wants to keep Daddy in him as long as he can, wants to never lose the feeling of being stretched out on him. he drifts in out and of a light sleep as the fire burns beside them, as fingers card through his hair. eventually, he presses a kiss over jim's sternum, murmurs, ) Thank you.
( but he doesn't have much more in him than that, not now that he's been so fucked out and pulled out of his mind to this perfect place where he can float and his mind is quiet for the first time in a long time. )
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He stays deep inside, too. Softens slow while still enveloped in the tight heat that is just Eddie. He holds so, so still, stroking at Eddie's jaw, the soft baby-hairs at his temple. He stays exactly like this, and doesn't really know how long for. Until the stickiness is uncomfortable, until he really has to roll onto his back, dragging Eddie on top, and still doesn't pull out. Instead he presses Eddie's cheek to his chest, cards his fingers through his hair and just lets them drift, quietly. ]
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distantly, he gets why jem likes this from the other side. he wants to keep Daddy in him as long as he can, wants to never lose the feeling of being stretched out on him. he drifts in out and of a light sleep as the fire burns beside them, as fingers card through his hair. eventually, he presses a kiss over jim's sternum, murmurs, ) Thank you.
( but he doesn't have much more in him than that, not now that he's been so fucked out and pulled out of his mind to this perfect place where he can float and his mind is quiet for the first time in a long time. )