prettiest princess eddie diaz continues to wreak havoc on the population of LA. aka i will lead the eddie x hot priest revolution myself if i have to
Eddie stumbled through the corridor and certainly bumped into a table or two, his lips firmly attached to Father Brian’s. It was a still heady, heady rush, to realise—that he could do this, he could let himself have it, and surrender to the pleasure, and it was okay.
Except, it occurred to him as they broke apart and Brian started nipping down the side of his neck instead, pausing at the juncture of his neck and should to suck a mark there, for one thing—”Shouldn’t—you said—you shouldn’t be doing this.”
Even as he said it, he made no move to disentangle himself.
Father Brian groaned, giving his neck one last nip before pulling back a little to look at Eddie. Eddie couldn’t help the small whimper of protest that slipped out of him. When he met his eyes, they were dark and wild; his hair was untamed, sticking up in all directions. I did that, Eddie thought with a sudden rush of satisfaction. This was the physical, tangible proof of his desire.
Brian’s voice was gravelly when he spoke. “I know, but you make me—you just—”
He dove back in, and the newness of stubble on his partner’s face as they kissed drove every other thought from his mind; sent a thrill down to his toes.
And he should be thinking about how this was typical, and how he fucked up every partner he ever touched, how he ruined every one of his relationships, but none of those thoughts occurred to him at all. All he could feel was the lightness in his mind, the freedom in his heart, and the stubble against his chin.
