steve harrington and eddie munson both make the same pretty puppy dog eyes when they’re trying to get you ever the edge. fingers deep inside you, curling and reaching for that sweet spot that makes your hips buck, your eye lashes flutter and your lips part in a gasp.
they’re so similar in the way they’re patient, grinding the tips of their fingers into you until you’re squeezing around them, so similar in fact that you can barely tell who it is when one has his free palm over your eyes as they take turns.














