i've had you so many times but somehow i want more {steddie smut one shot}

If he could tear Steve apart, lay out each and every atom that forms him, get on his hands and knees and worship their Holy creation, he would do it in a heartbeat.

He loves Steve too much to try, though, and isn't that ironic?

Instead, he pays silent reverence to the blood that fills his veins, to the cadence of his heartbeat. The constant ebb and flow, destruction and recreation, the neverending effort of his body to be.

Eddie will never understand how he got so lucky.

or

Eddie pays Steve reverence in the early hours of the morning.