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There is something about Eddie with his hair messily knotted out of his face that makes Will's stomach tighten with anticipation. Of course, he knows why Eddie needs the elastic band. He knows why Eddie is going to the trouble of pulling his hair back when he doesn't need it out of his face to give Will his knot. He knows, and yet his stomach tightens up just the same, nervous little flutters as Will's toes curl into the sheets. His eyes roam over Eddie's chest as he lingers next to the bed, taking him in, his lungs filling with Eddie's scent spiced with the alpha musk that Will expects from someone going into rut.

So many scars, he thinks. Divots in pale flesh where the original Demobat bites were, the ones that nearly killed him while Will and Mike were bent over Eleven and desperately trying to talk her through saving the world. The strange, silver-toned scars where Will's hands frantically worked to keep Eddie from dying even as his own physical energy depleted at a rapid rate.

Eddie catches him looking, glancing down at his chest. He runs his fingers over the scar on his stomach, then trails them up where Will's scar exists over his heart. "There was a bite here," he says, and Will blinks up at him. "Real nasty scar. What almost killed me the first time. It's gone now."

"They ripped it back open," Will murmurs in understanding, and he flinches at the knowledge. Wonders if Vecna was responsible for that, if he had known exactly what to tell those flying fucking demons to do.

"They did," Eddie confirms. He traces his fingers over the tissue there, softer than the surrounding scars, standing out against his skin. "It's kind of weird knowing it's gone sometimes, but I don't miss it. I went from having a memory of something trying to kill me to a memory of the strongest person I know doing everything he could to save my life. Pretty cool, isn't it?"

Will smiles softly up at him and stretches out a hand, desperate to touch. "Am I allowed to feel them?" he asks, and Eddie catches his eye, smirks down at him.

"Maybe later. I'm not interested in playing show and tell right now." Eddie reaches down to unfasten his jeans, letting the worn denim slide down his legs as he climbs onto the mattress. "At least, where I'm concerned. But there's something of yours I wanna see, omega. Are you going to show it to me?"

"How bad do you want to see it?" Will wonders what Eddie would do if he made him beg. If he made him ask nicely to see beneath his underwear.

Eddie inhales sharply, his eyes so dark. The dim light in the room reflects off of them, predatory and glittering as his hands sink into the mattress. "Baby, I can smell you from here. I'd do anything in the world to get my mouth on you. You want me to get on my knees and beg for it? I will. No shame."

Will's belly tightens, and he wets his lips nervously. "I've never done this part before," he says, and Eddie blinks at him like he hasn't heard. "I mean, the first time he just... Shoved it in, so." His throat closes up a little, trying to stop him from talking about it, but that's fine. Will doesn't want to talk about it.

"Whoever he is, he fucking sucks." Eddie doesn't miss a beat as he comes to kneel in front of Will's bent knees. His hands are warm and gentle as they cup Will's ankles, tugging them apart just a little, just enough for Will to get the message. He's going slow like he promised. "Eating omega pussy is one of life's finer pleasures, if I do say so myself. What better way to go than pinned down under some beautiful boy, letting him ride your face until he smothers you?"

It's so needlessly dramatic that Will rolls his eyes even as a nervous little laugh bubbles up in his throat, and he shivers as Eddie's hands slowly roam up, stroking the curves of his calves. "Sounds like a good way to get your nose broken, actually. But I like being on my back. It's soft."

"You did a good job prettying up the nest, so feel free to be my pillow princess tonight." Eddie winks at him and Will whines softly, hiding his face behind his hands. He feels so silly, but it's better than being skittish and afraid.