Eddie, Venom said. Eddie didn’t notice – he was fast asleep, exhausted after their many battles. But his body was – doing things – and Venom didn’t know what to make of it.
He poked through Eddie’s mind, looking for a reference point. Images flashed by – groans, a tightening is his stomach, heat-skin-sweat, pleasure and burning, loneliness, warmth.
If Eddie wasn’t going to get up, Venom would just – take care of this himself. Surely Eddie wouldn’t mind?
He slithered to Eddie’s pants, carefully extending himself in Eddie’s body, maneuvering his self to be able to access Eddie’s hardening cock. It was a strange feeling, unfamiliar but welcome, and Venom lingered on it, stroking curiously, noting the way it hardened even more, a dull ache in his center.
Eddie gasped. What are you doing? He demanded. Venom couldn’t focus enough to form words, but he pushed the images he’d found to the forefront of Eddie’s mind, trusting him to understand.
Venom, he murmured. And then – “Fuck!” along with a sharp wave of hot drowning pleasure.
They moaned together, and Venom wanted to revel in this moment forever, in the way it felt to be somebody else so completely that their pleasure was yours.
Please, Eddie said to him. Let me. And then he took over, stripping his cock ruthlessly and then slowing down down when Venom whined, wanting back the slow gentleness of earlier. He slowed his hand until Venom was trembling in him, burning up with how good it felt, how right.
What do you want? Eddie asked him. And Venom could only just impress upon Eddie his desperate desire. Alright, Eddie returned. Here.
The wave of aching heat that overtook them nearly drowned Venom, threatened to drag him under with the combined force of his pleasure and Eddie’s reflecting off of each other.
Oh, Venom said afterwards, as Eddie stumbled around in the bathroom cleaning them up.
Yeah, Eddie said. Was it – good?
So good, Venom returned. Can we do it again?
Yeah, Eddie said, and then yawned. Not now though.