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“Howdy, Harrington,” Eddie smiles up at him from the back of his open van, slurping down a cherry slushie, all casual, like the shape of his mouth around the straw isn’t obscene. There’s a teetering stack of cardboard boxes, a couple of amps, and…
The old Hellfire prop throne?
“Really?” Steve frowns, hands going to his hips. “I said I’d help you move furniture.”
“This is furniture.”
“That is a toy.”
“Ah!” Eddie gasps dramatically, slamming his cup down and reaching both hands out as if to cover the throne’s ears. “He didn’t mean that, sweetheart.”
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get sweaty & french each other on a prop throne