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His head on your lap after a long day, the hum of the tv lulling him into a half sleep while your fingers dug through his damp hair. You spent your time separating the curls and gently detangling the knots while he dozed with his cheek pressed into your thigh, his hands tucked up under your leg. Every shift of his hair stirred up the aussie shampoo he’d stolen from you and it made you smile like the little sounds he made as he drifted in and out of consciousness made you smile. He’s heavy against you, fingers twitching every so often under your thigh, his shoulder pressed tight to you.
The last of the tangles come undone between your fingers and his hair lays fluffy and almost dry along his back. You think about sliding out from under him and letting him rest while you get ready for bed but instead you let your hand fall on the crown of his head. He hums at you when your fingers dip through his hair and graze his scalp. You scratch lightly and he rolls back into your hip, the corner of his mouth pulled up into a grin.
“That feels good.” He mumbles, face still pressed to your leg. His breath is hot through the thin material of your nightdress when he sighs deep as your fingers run down the back of his head. You watch goosebumps trickle down his arm and repeat the motion, getting another sigh out of him that slips through his teeth.
“I like it when you play with my hair.” He turns to look up at you with bleary eyes, sleep still trying to vie for his full attention.
“Yeah?” Another drag of your fingernails from the base of his skull to behind an ear. He almost whines, a muted sound he keeps muffled in the back of his throat. He just nods and pushes his head further back against you while he stretches his legs out over the other arm of the couch. His foot bounces to a beat only he hears while you lazily drag your fingers through his hair until his hand wraps around your wrist to pull it towards his mouth.
“Oh are we done?” You ask with a smile and he just pulls your wrist to his lips to press a dry kiss there. He trails a few up the inside of your arm and back down to the middle of your palm while you sneak your other hand back into his curls. “I wasn’t done.”
“Oh?” He raises an eyebrow lazily that quickly turns into a delighted frown when you tense your hand. A light grip on the crown of his head and you give him a little wiggle, enough that he laughs. His grip on your wrist slackens and you pull your hand out to land on his chest.
“Mhm.” Another little tug of his hair before you walk your fingers down his chest like a lazy tarantula.
He settles when you tug his shirt up to run your fingers over the sliver of skin and when you run a nail lightly along the waistband of his pants he rolls his head into your side to muffle his soft groan. He chances a glance up at you and immediately feels a blush dust his cheeks when he sees you staring down at him.
“What?” You smile, mischief in the squint of your eyes.
“You know what.”
Your fingers dip just under the waistband of his black sweats. “I have no idea.” His skin is soft and warm against your hand that keeps its slow course down.
“I’m already half asleep.” He says while canting his hips up into your touch when you graze the coarse hair.
“All you gotta do is lay there then.” Fingertips find hot, soft skin already firm but when your palm wraps around him his cock jumps and he laughs around a groan.
“Oh that’s it?” He asks breathily, voice hitching when your soft touch turns firmer. “Just gonna use me like that?”
“I’m not using you for anything, I’m trying to give you something.” You only take your hand off him for a second to nudge his waistband down but he’s whining, grabbing your forearm with both hands. He holds on when you lift your hand to lick your palm, his eyes cracked open to watch you. His thumbs rub along the soft skin inside your elbow and when you wrap your hand around him again he gasps at the cool, wet touch.
“W-what’d I do the earn this?” Stuttered words quiet when he shoves his face into your side again to pull the fabric of your dress between his teeth.
“Nothing.” A slow pump of your hand, finger tips straying down to gently pull at his balls. “I just wanted to touch you.” An open palm against his leaking tip and you come away with more slick, the sound audible now. “I missed you today.” The fingers still wound in his hair flex and pull a little, just enough to make him hiss into you. Muffled and damp through the cotton while your other hand slowly picks up pace. Eddie whines, hot in your hand, flushed and red and even if he is half asleep his full attention is on your movement.
“Doesn’t take much, does it?” Another tug of his curls and he throbs in your hand. He sinks down further, into the cushions and into your lap, neck rolling along your thigh. You stop with your slow teasing, hand moving steady up and down and he shudders. Between your two hands you have him trapped in a haze, somewhere between sleep and arousal. He rolls his hips up into your palm, sure thing at first that quickly turns frantic.
If anything, he’s using you tonight but that’s the point.
You coo at him and his noises and he grips onto your elbow like a lifeline, breath coming hard through his nose.
“You close?”
He can’t answer with full words, just a nod against your leg and a tightening of his fingers.
“How close?” You slow your hand for a moment and he makes a noise deep in his chest.
“Don’t tease.”
“But it’s fun.” You grin at him blushing and gasping and you couldn’t hold out on him if you tried. You speed your hand up and he sounds like he’s choking on a sob just before he comes. His fingers dig into you and your hand in his hair holds him down, a little string of mumbled curses spilling out of his lips.
“See?” Nails against his scalp, light lines that make him shiver deeper. “Just had to lay there.”
“Yeah and make a mess.” He looks down at his shirt and your hand, sticky and wet. Wordlessly you slide out from under him to grab a towel and in the minute you’re gone he’s back in that twilight sleep, leaving you to clean up. It’s fine though, you know he’ll wake you up in a few hours to return the favor.