Eddie never asked because it felt silly, but when you would sneak in behind the shower curtain after a long, gruelling day—he could breathe a little easier. You could wrap your arms around his middle, squeezing him tight, and he would relax against you, rubbing the tips of his fingers against your own where they were connected around his stomach. It wasn't always about sex, or the need to let out all the pent up frustrations from the day—sometimes all Eddie needed was a place to feel safe, free of any worry, surrounding himself in the love you showered him with. It wasn't something you expected from him initially, though he was always willing to show his love for you—in an endless amount of displays of affection, Eddie had no shame.
But, he never expected any in return; part of him not sure if he even deserved it. Fortunately, Eddie learned quickly that wasn't the case. It was the little things—holding hands in the grocery store, wrapping your arms around his waist as you waited in line for a movie, running your fingers through his hair as he sat between your legs every evening, coming up with another ridiculous campaign to play out with his friends. Eddie loved to be showered in love, he was the biggest sap you'd ever met—the mind-blowing sex was just a bonus.
"Been waiting for this all day, baby." He sighs, his hair wetting from the stream of the shower, water cascading off his head and around you like a curtain. "Thinking 'bout that dirty mouth of yours."
"Yeah?" Your voice sultry and sweet, hands coming up to push Eddie's hair out of his face. He smiled under your gaze, his own hands rising to assist you. "Tell me all about it."
He huffs out a small laugh, watching the way your eyes traveled his naked body, just as eager as he was. "Thought about that pretty little mouth on my dick." His thumbs drags against your lips, catching onto the bottom one with the edge of his ring. You couldn't help but think about how ridiculous it was that he never took them off, even for a shower.
"Pretty and dirty?" You tease, hands sliding down his slick chest, tracing over the tattoo on his chest.
"Fucking filthy, actually." His hand grips your chin gently, lips jutting forward at the motion, mouth parted slightly. "Gonna let me fuck that mouth?"
You nod impishly, hand already ascending toward Eddie's dick. It wasn't a surprise that he was already half hard, riled up from both the touching and just seeing you. He sighs out at the first touch, like he's been waiting years for this—it would never fail to make your insides flutter, the way he cherished these moments so much.
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Eddie reaches over you for the shampoo bottle as you settle on your knees against the porcelain, spread out to keep you from slipping. You gave him a look, eyebrows knitting together.
"What? I can multitask." He squirts a generous amount of product in his hand and lathers it into his hair—he wasn't lying, but you weren't going to make it easy.
You tugged at him gently, tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, self-satisfied at the way he curses above you. It doesn't take much to get Eddie worked up, but your mouth around his dick—that's what did him in. Your head dips down, tongue dragging from the base of his shaft and upward, before your mouth is closing around, cheeks hollowed out as you swallow him down in one quick motion. Eddie would never get tired of that, knowing his body—your body, so well, that you knew exactly how much you could take.
And you would take everything if you could.
"Fuuuuck." It's long and drawn out, his hand bracing against the wall, the other twisting in your at the root, pulling your head back and off of him. "It's gonna be like that?" You couldn't take him seriously, not with the ridiculous amount of soap covering his face.
