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You have no idea what I see, do you. Cause damn, Eddie. You're one hell of a catch.

[ There's no real reason why, but Dick can look down into those eyes and see beyond the surface. There's depth; there's concern and care. Then there's that need Dick's seen from Eddie, too. The way he's demanded things of Dick-- that one time they had over the phone. Dick can't even begin to wrap his mind around how exponentially beyond hot that was. He was fucking ready to come without ever touching himself. His body quivered, and he whimpered while he listened-- merely listening to Eddie get off on how possessive he was of Dick. Hell, and they still haven't touched one another naked.

Dick has never in his fucking life done any damn relationship like this. He's the one who fucks girls and then has relationships that fall apart because he's too busy trying to save them, or the world, or keep things from imploding. He forgets, he's careless, but he was changing-- is changing. Has changed? Fuck. There are no words for what it's like sitting here looking down at Eddie with his fingers combing through his hair and his hips rolling against the other man, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that he wants him and will keep wanting him no matter what it means for him.

Eddie surges up, and their lips clash together. Dick practically eats his way into Eddie's mouth, his tongue and teeth all at the ready. He's got this. He's hungry, depraved, and so fucking desperate for it. He wants to drink Eddie down all the way down until he's rolling around in him. Dick's hands slide effortlessly under Eddie's shirt and along his skin, across his sides and across his chest, nails blunt but digging across the muscles just hard enough to notice. Luck? No. Fuck. Dick is the luckiest bastard here.]