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WEEK ONE PROMPTS (September 1st-7th)
make-up sex | service dom | mile high club | pillow princess
WEEK TWO PROMPTS (September 8th-14th)
soft and slow | backseat | bruise | clothes on
WEEK THREE PROMPTS (September 15th-21st)
rough | lingerie | aftercare | sneaking around
WEEK FOUR PROMPTS (September 22nd-28th)
breeding kink | slap | loud | vibrator
WEEK FIVE PROMPTS (September 29th-30th)
degradation | impact | silent | full
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Hi, I wanted to ask you how can I contact you through your main blog, @stevesbipanic?
Like, where it should be the ask box, there's just a button to donate money.
How can I send you a free ask?
All of my asks are free, there should definitely be a button there but if there's not you can always find another ask button in the same area as sending me a message (top corner on mobile)
still on my journey to get better at smut, so uhhhh
chubby!steve fucking eddie at a highschool reunion
(explicit, ca. 1.1k | dom-ish top steve, belly kink, light degradation kink, multiple orgasms, semi-public sex, reunion sex??)
Eddie lets out a high-pitched moan as Steve lifts him off the ground, crowding him against the wall with all that glorious, glorious strength, manhandling Eddie like it’s nothing. If his dick weren’t already painfully hard and throbbing with need, it would be now, trapped as it is against Steve’s belly. It’s the hottest thing Eddie’s ever experienced.
“That what this is, baby?” Steve taunts, slowly grinding against Eddie, the bulge in those preppy-ass pants hot and hard against him.
Eddie moans again, shaking his head in denial even though they both know it’s useless, pointless. He’s been exposed. Quite literally, too.
“You think I’m sexy like this? I make you hard just from looking at me? Don’t think I didn’t see you there, Munson.”
God, the mouth on this man! Eddie never did stand a chance.
“You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid, letting me manhandle you like that. Think I can fuck yon against the wall, Eddie? Hold my dainty little princess up while I fuck all the words right out of your dirty little mouth, hmm?”
Eddie moans again, his hands finding their way into Steve’s hair, tugging and pushing and pulling him closer, closer, closer. He needs more. He needs Steve to do all of that and more. Come inside him, mark him up, let it trail out of him while they return to the gym — or leave him like that for everyone else to see, everyone else who happens to walk by this abandoned classroom in search for some privacy.
It’s been ten years. Ten years since Steve Harrington in all his glory graduated school and left Hawkins behind.
And oh, those years must have been glorious for him if he looks like this now. Bulky. Strong. Magnificent. Like he’s finally grown into that muscle he’s always had and polished it up with some softness.
Eddie was hard the moment he laid eyes on him.
And now here they are — in their old science classroom. If there were any coherent thought left in his mind, he’d make some quip about finally getting some biology lessons.
As it is, though, Steve surges up to claim his lips in a searing, filthy kiss while he divests Eddie of the rest of his clothing.
Eddie is naked now, trapped against the wall by that magnificent bulk of a man who is still fully dressed save for his suit pants being unbuttoned and that white dress shirt open all the way, exposing his hairy chest and tummy. The need to touch him is stronger now than the need to be fucked brainless, and Steve’s groan when Eddie runs his hands up and down those large pecs is absolutely worth the momentary lack of friction.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, unaware of the words leaving his mouth until they find their mark, making Steve falter in his frantic movements.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Eddie swallows. “Always wondered what you’d look like now. Hoped for this.” He trails his hand down the prominent happy trail, all the way to where Steve’s cock is still trapped, leaking against his underwear.
They both moan as Eddie feels him up, gently jerking him as much as the angle allows, and Steve meets his movements with thrusts of his own, which in turn provides friction for Eddie’s throbbing erection.
God, this man is glorious. He wants to shout it from the rooftops.
“That so?” Steve murmurs, hands coming up to Eddie’s hair again, one of them trailing down to his lips. “King Steve was never enough for you, hmm? You wanted more. Always knew you were a greedy little slut, Eddie Munson. Practically begging for it with your little stunts. Wanted my eyes on you, didn’t you? We’re always so stupid for me.”
He moves his hips in a particularly mean thrust that makes Eddie keen, one finger moving past his lips for Eddie to suck while the one in his hair pulls meanly before coming down to his cock, jerking so hard and fast that Eddie’s legs quiver. Not that it matters, with the hold Steve has on him without even using his hands.
Eddie has nowhere to go; one finger in his mouth and a skilled hand on his dick. He doesn’t want to go anywhere. He wants to stay in this moment forever. Wants to tell Steve as much — stupidly — but all that comes out is a series of “Ah—ah—ah—ffffuck!” as the man renders him useless.
“All you had to do was ask,” Steve taunts, condescending in every possible way, and Eddie almost blows his load just then.
“P—Please,” he manages around Steve’s finger in his mouth, and the asshole speeds up. It’s all Eddie can do to shake his head, to whine between his moans and let him know that, No, not like that! “Want you. Need you.”
“You have me,” Steve whispers, his lips touching Eddie’s in an almost-kiss that is so intoxicating Eddie loses all sense of self for a second there.
“Fuck me,” Eddie whines. “Please. F—Fuck me against the wall, fuck the words right, right outta my mouth, fuck— like you said. Like that. Please.”
And oh, Steve does. Prepares him on four fingers until there are no words in Eddie’s brain anymore, clamps his hand over his mouth because “I don’t want anyone to find you just yet, baby. Want you all to myself. Want your cum on my belly and have you clean it up, eat it all like the filthy slut you are.”
He fucks him deeper than anyone’s ever fucked him, leaves him trembling with need even after he’s come twice, splattered Steve’s soft belly with it and almost came a third time just from that vision alone.
“One more, baby,” Steve tells him. “One more for me, then I’m gonna fill you up just like you want it, yeah? Fill you so good, mark you up so everyone knows you spread your legs for the King like my pretty little concubine. My pretty little princess, hmm? You gonna come again for me? Can you be a good boy for me?”
Eddie can. He comes with a muffled shout, adding a third load to Steve’s skin, framed by his otherwise pristine suit in what must be the most obscene vision Eddie’s ever seen.
Steve strokes him through it, gentler now, telling him how proud he is, how good Eddie was for him as he thrusts his hips one, two, three more times before he, too, finds his release in Eddie’s body. Well, in the condom; they’re not stupid. But a man can dream.
And, oh, does he dream. With Steve still inside him, his hips bucking with aftershocks as he buries his face in Eddie’s neck, licking and sucking and biting.
Eddie will always dream of Steve Harrington. Especially after tonight.
was gonna put this in @hotluncheddie’s ask box but then it hit 1k so here we go instead i guess
Kas!Eddie where Steve uses positive reinforcement to help him feel like less of a monster. As Eddie becomes more human, the rewards get steamier.
cw: explicit (ish??)
"Oh, baby," Steve coos, cradling Eddie's cheek and tilting up his chin to meet those beautiful eyes. Blown and black, the red glow beneath them pulsating in time with his heavy breathing.
This magnificent creature, more Kas than Eddie now, is strong enough to tear into the world and rip it to shreds. But always so docile for him. Always so lovely. Steve licks his lips as he trails his gaze down from wide eyes to plush lips, a trickle of blood drying on his pale skin that always seems to gleam in when Steve touches him like this. Tenderly. Lovingly. And with promise in his fingertips.
"You're no monster," he promises, daring him to disagree. He watches with fascination as a pointed tongue slowly, carefully licks up the remnants of Steve's blood. "No, you're no monster," Steve coos again, tilting Kas's face up higher to trail his lips along his jaw, kissing his way towards his chin and up the trail of wetness left behind.
Has whimpers, ducking his head just a fraction to chase Steve's lips and ask for a kiss, but Steve pulls back with a chuckle low in his throat, his grip on Kas shifting down to his throat as he moves in, hovering above him.
It shouldn't be possible, because his physical form has several inches on Steve, but something about him is always so small in Steve's hold. Like he's molding himself to Steve's figure to be so, so perfect for him.
He hums as he almost lets their lips touch, aware that he's driving Kas wild with it, and thrilled to have him like this. To hold him, hand around his throat, and tell him, "You're my good boy, hm? You're my good, good boy, isn't that right?"
Another whimper, and Kas shifts against him. Not to move in for a kiss, but to grind against him, rubbing his half hard cock into Steve's leg.
Steve chuckles again, a wave of fondness overcoming him as Kas takes what he wants. What he needs. Rubbing off against him were weeks and months ago, he would stand still until the shaking started, and Steve would have to bring him from the edge with gentle touch and loving words.
He trails one hand down to his ass to help him, to take control and give him a better angle. The effect is immediate as Kas lets out a guttural groan and pants, moaning around the syllables of his name.
"Yeah, you're doing so good, baby, taking what you need. You're so good. So good for me."
Kas nods, leaning their foreheads together as he loses himself in the delicate friction, and Steve finally relents. He ducks his head and claims those lips, moaning as Kas's sharp fangs catch his lip, drawing more blood and adding to the mess on their lips.
His resolve breaks when Kas's moans rise in pitch and frequency, knowing this is not enough for him. Knowing he wants to give him more. Steve reaches down, past the thin fabric of sweats Kas is wearing, and finds his magnificent cock, hard and leaking for him.
Always, always for him. They moan in unison as Steve begins stroking him, sucking on his tongue in time with the movement of his hands, rendering Kas almost motionless as he loses himself in the pleasure.
One day, Steve things, he'll have him writhing on his bed, hand fisted in his sheets, tearing them to shreds as Steve fucks into him with slow deliberation. Fucking the monster out of his memory and leaving only human remains, cock dumb and high on it. His name falling from those lips, blood-smeared and plump, the only thing these walls will hear aside from Good boy, and You're so good for me, and Fuck yourself on my cock, baby.
He'll take his time.
Soon.
Tonight, he doesn't get the luxury of taking his time as Kas grows desperate against him, coming with a keen as Steve bites down on his bottom lip and pulls.
"So good, baby," Steve pants as he strokes him through it, milking from him every last drop before bringing his hand up to those lips, kiss-swollen and blood red as they close around his fingers, gratefully licking up the come Steve feeds him.
That sight alone is almost enough for him to come in his pants, too, especially when Kas looks at him like that, pulling off his fingers with a slurping sound. Looking at him with hungry, hungry eyes that were made to destroy the world and rewrite history.
And yet all they do is give. And build. And smile, as he falls to his knees and pulls open Steve's belt, swallowing his cock to the hilt, massaging him with his fingers, his tongue, and vibrations that run through Steve's whole body until he, too, comes with a drawn-out groan.
He pulls Kas to his feet, combing his hair out of his sweat-slick forehead and having him meet his eyes with a gentler hold on his chin this time. "Say it."
Kas hesitates for just two seconds before a smile blooms on his face and he ducks his chin a little. "Good," he says. "I'm a good boy."
Steve hums around a smile himself, drawing a nonsensical pattern into the overheated skin of his cheek. "Whose?"
"Yours."
nonnie asked, i felt inspired. might turn this into a Thing.
am imagining steve and eddie sort of reuniting in college for a smoke session with the other older kids; out at a campfire/picnic except its just beer and a couple bags of burgers and fries from the diner across the road, with eddie having noticeabley put on some weight. steve is pretty normal about it, eddie's a handsome guy nothing new there, but then the night proceeds and he's in for a surprise. they all pass around a joint and while they're all giggling and talking just high off their asses and sort of picking at their food, eddie has been pounding back burger after burger, fry after fry, and each foamy lukewarm beer after beer. and steve seems to be the only one noticing.
steve sees the outlined stretch of eddie's belly from underneath his shirt, can see the subtle shifts he does to get comfortable, the swallowed down hiccups and burps, and the droplets of beer on his front. steve for the life of him can't not notice and he doesn't know why. it's around 4am when they all decide it might be time to get back, and eddie (sweating slightly) says he's gonna take a leak and heads to the closed diner. steve follows him to tell him it's closed only to see eddie leaning against an alley wall, chugging down the beer he'd taken with him, gut now fully extended and bloated past his belt, and that's when it clicks. the whole night eddie had been sucking in, and even then his stomach had seemed pretty doughy but this? this was way more than the freshman 15 and steve couldn't deny how flustered it made him.
hiding so he wouldn't get caught, steve watched eddie chug down that last can like his life depended on it, belch wetly into his fist, and fiddle with his belt before rubbing the top of his bloated belly.
after awhile steve headed back and not long after eddie followed, stomach sucked back into his pants and a flush on his cheeks not even aware of how he'd just been caught. steve drives home that night unable to forget the curl of arousal in his own belly at what he had seen, and how badly he wants to see it again
anonnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!
EATS THIS EATS THIS EATS THIS EATS THIS
ughhhhh just eddie getting full and bloated over the course of the night, and steve can’t take his eyes off him!!! he’s in awe!!!!!
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steve couldn’t take his eyes off him.
sure everyone had changed somewhat over the years, a haircut here, new glasses there (steve). they all thankfully, blessedly, seemed happier, healthier now. now that it was all over.
but eddie. eddie was something else.
steve hadn’t seen him in a while, just talking on the phone, indianapolis and chicago weren’t that far apart but. he hadn’t seen him in a while.
and he hadn’t picked up on it to begin with, eddie was wearing a oversized flannel over his t-shirt, still wearing his usual black jeans. but as the beer started to flow and eddie’s smile got that loose syrupy quality that steve adored. then he noticed.
eddie’s cheeks were rounder, flush with alcohol, his jeans fit different, thighs filling in the leg. and, no belt.
no belt because steve could see the swell and slight jiggle of eddie’s belly where it pushed against his band tee, easily conceived by the flannel. but, it was there, new and round and steve wanted to sink his teeth into it.
someone got out the weed. and someone went overboard on the food from the diner, munchies hitting everyone a little so they got a little of everything and a lot of burgers.
steve didn’t like being high outside his apartment (one panic attack too many), so he only had a couple puffs, cracked another beer instead, and watched eddie.
eddie was pretty wasted by this point. still chugging a beer and finishing up the joint he kept for just him and argyle (stronger stuff, or whatever) and he was hungry. apparently. steve would guess. based on the amount he was putting away. steve felt full just looking at him.
he got swept up in a conversation and when he looked back eddie was shifting around in his seat, putting another empty container down next to him and then he moved his hands to his stomach. steve watched, enraptured, as he knuckle one side, shifted forward so he was slouch in the chair more. other hand pulling his shirt down and tucking up firmly under the swell of his gut, then lifting the whole thing up to settle it more comfortably on his thighs. finally he wrapped the flannel around himself and crossed his arms. smile comfy and sleepy and satiated.
steve was half hard. he didn’t even know why.
he came over with a freshly cracked beer, handed it to eddie and pretended his hands weren’t shaking.
…
by the time steve was sober enough to drive and people were filtering home, eddie waved people off and said he was going to use the diner bathroom and then sleep some of his indulgences off in his van, drive back in a few hours. it made sense, but steve still wanted to make sure he was okay. he left robin in the car and followed eddie.
the diner was long closed but, eddie was a dude so steve could guess what his plan was. he rounded the corner and eddie was just finishing up, tucking his boxers back up.
but then steve stepped back, so he wouldn’t be seen, his breath catching in his throat.
eddie was groaning slightly, shoulders against the brick and eyes closed. his pants were still undone and his flannel was handing off his shoulders as if he was sweltering.
and his belly. his belly looked huge.
he must’ve been sucking on or that flannel was magic because steve was watching and it never looked like this. the top curve was bloated and round and sat out from the softness of his pecks. the pale fleshy part below his bellybutton sat between the flaps on his jeans. eddie groaned again and rubbed his hand over it, rucking his tight t-shirt even higher, exposing his bellybutton.
eddie lifted the half finished can of beer to his lips and this time steve groaned. eddie chugged and it was like steve could see the fizzy liquid rounding him out further, bloating him out bigger.
steve watched him belch a few time into his fist, poke and prod across his stomach and push out a few more. then he stumbled over to where his van was parked on the lot, clambering inside and closing the door.
steve didn’t realise he had been holding his breath.
he tucked his hard dick up into waistband of his boxers and went back to robin.
..
the next morning steve couldn’t stop thinking about it. eddie. the blinding orgasm he’d had the moment he got home. any of it.
he got in his car and drove back to the diner.
feeling too hot for the cool morning air he ordered a few different breakfast items, coffee with cream on the side and like, six bottles of water. he didn’t know why it was making his heart race a little. why he was so exited to see eddie again.
when he knocked lightly on the vans back door he heard a rustle and a groan and a ‘who’s’it?’ which made steve laugh.
eddie opened the door, one eye scrunched closed and a smile on his face. he opened the door because he recognised steve’s laugh. steve smile so hard to cheeks hurt. ‘breakfast?’ he asks.
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feel like i barely added anything to this whoops. and left u on a cliff hanger whoop whoops. but what u send just!!!’ ugh!!!! so good!!! i didnt know what to say!!!!!
@scoops-aboy86 not u get itttttt!!!!! that's a normal night for eddie!!!!
[edit: this is very much feeder/feedee smut - 18+ belly kink content you have been warned goblins]
he figured it out once he got to college and had access to his all you can eat pass for the food hall. in addition to becoming know to always having weed, could usually sell you a little, has the good stuff. that got him invited to parties, hang-outs with other stoners, who just wanted to repay his hospitality, usually with beer, and food. who was eddie to say no? and he just didn't think much about it, how much he liked drinking and smoking and eating till he couldn't move. he just knew he did. so he did it, every weekend, every friday night. sometimes on a wednesday. sometimes he didn't drink, just smoked and ate, sometimes he didn't drink or smoke. some nights, alone in his dorm room. eddie just fucking ate.
so when he heard the plan to hang out he knew it could be a normal night for him, giving in and eating like a pig (that word makes him blush, his dirty little secret). and then he was a little disappointed that no one said anything, about him, how he looked now, the rate at which he was chugging beers and pounding burgers. a comment might've been a little embarrassing. he might've want it to be, he thinks he might like that.
he thinks he sees steve staring. noticing when eddies beer was empty, or when he'd finishes another container of food. offering the rest of his, the last of the fries, whatever was left. cracking him a fresh can unprompted. eddie noticed steve notice those things. and eddie fucking loved it. loves the feeling of letting go and loosing control in front of everyone, in front of steve. likes the now familiar feeling of his full stomach weighing him down, making him slow and satiated, surrounded by good friends. its perfect.
but when he finally gets away for the night, sleepy and almost the perfect level of full, almost at capacity, finally letting his belly fully hang and release completely, gasping for breath. its almost enough, almost perfect, can almost feel himself growing, the way he loves. but it isn't quite right - even with the snack cakes he powers through, and the warm beer he finds buried among the blankets. even with his shirt rolling up every time he shifts and his jeans needing to come off because they were suffocatingly hot on his thighs. its still not quiet enough. still not what he dreams of. he wants someone here with him (doesn't let himself want for steve, (but sometimes he can't help it)). to help him finish and get him more, open his beers for him and rub his belly while he eats. or feed him because he's tired and can only summon the energy to chew.
to tell his how big he looks now, how much hes changed, looks different, looks fat.
instead he's alone, drunk and high and full and it feels good, feels nice to wrap the blanket around himself and fall asleep cradling his stomach, feels nice, his new normal. but it's not quite perfect. not quite enough.
the knocking on the van rouses eddie with a start, he groans and pulls the blanket over his head. hiccuping a few times and scratching his stomach, it's still bloated and warm on the sheets next to him, falling out if his t-shirt, tender.
the knocking comes again and he calls out something he thinks resembles words and hears whoever's outside laugh. its the pretty, perfect laugh that kept pulling his gaze last night. steve.
eddie sits with a grunt, a little dizzy and hungover, but not so bad, just, fuzzy. he opens the back door and squints against the light. grins up at steve standing there looking perfect and casual and, can he smell food?
'breakfast?' steve asks, holding up bags from the diner, handing eddie a bottle of water... eddie must still be asleep.
he opens the door wider, motioning steve in. he kneels and gulps down the water in one long go. arching his back and quenching his cotton mouth. likes how the water feels in his stomach, not the same as beer but its nice to get something in there.
'ahh!' eddie finishes, squashing the bottle and tossing it aside, one hand resting on the shelf of his stomach, prodding slightly. he's not hungry per say, but he's definitely not full anymore.
steve had shut the door and taken his shoes off, eddie likes that hes made himself comfortable. he sits cross legged against the opposite wall of the van. his mouth is open and his eyes are staring at eddie. they're staring at eddies stomach, but he's not saying anything.
eddie wants him to say something. he needs it.
but he wants steve to make the first move.
he pulls at his shirt, so it covers him as far and it will go, which isn't all the way, not after last night, and he doesn't say anything about it. instead. 'you said something about breakfast?'
steve jumps a little and starts opening the bags, spreading the containers out over the blankets. 'ye-yeah. i got a few different things, didn't know if you were and sweet or savoury breakfast guy. but i thought we could just share.' steve hands eddie the plastic utensils and some napkins, not looking at him directly, just fussing with the food.
a few is an understatement, this is a lot of food. sweet pancake stacks, eggs and sausage, hash browns and donuts, waffles with whipped cream and berries. and like, a lot of bacon.
eddie takes a piece, its crunchy and salty and so so good, his groans slightly and sits back down, getting comfortable. steve hands him a coffee and eddie dumps creamer and sugar in until its perfect. he takes a sip and shudders.
'cheers' steve holds up his own coffee, black, like a freak, and eddie smiles at him, tapping their cups.
'thanks steve, this is like, the most perfect way to wake up.' eddie smiles, pulling one of the pancake stacks towards himself and dunking his bacon in the syrup.
steve ducks his head, smiling and moves some bits around, making himself a container with a little of everything. but it barely makes a dent in the overall spread. they both dig in.
they talk about school, about Wayne and dustin and how fun last night was. steve talks about robin and their classes, professors he likes, some he hates. eddie listens and asks more, so glad steve is learning something he loves.
all the while they talk eddie is steadily making his way through waffles and bacon and everything else that's in front of him. he chugs another water. makes sure, for the second time that steve has has his fill. he's sitting back against the wall again, his portion empty, just sipping his coffee. he had had an extra half of a pancake but other than that, the rest is for eddie.
and eddie was right, when he thought it was a lot of food. it is. and it all tastes amazing.
but he's slowing down, feels where his stomach rests warm between his crossed legs, knows his shirt is struggling again, has a couple syrup and ketchup stains on it. eddie palms at the side a little, smooths over the crest, pulls at his shirt just to feels it slip back up. fills his mouth again.
there's just a few bits left, some waffles and greasy sausage hash and a couple donuts. eddie sits back on his palms and closes his eyes, trying to take a deep breath but struggling around how his stomach has started to press on his lungs slightly. he's almost there, that perfect fullness. just a little uncomfortable, a little too much, perfect.
'scoot back' steve murmurs gently, now right by eddies side. eddie opens his eyes sleepily and looks up at steve, he's holding the remaining food all stacked together in one container, fork sticking out the top. eddie smiles dopily up at him.
eddie manages to sit back against the van wall without jostling himself too much, puts his pillow behind his back to lean against. he takes a moment to readjust his belly, feeling where the skin is taught and firm and warm with food, lifting it to feel the weight, laying it back down gently in his lap.
his head lols to the side, looking at steve kneeling over him. his cheeks are pink and hes gripping the container of food like a lifeline. 'here' he rasps, handing it over to eddie and curling up right next to him, they're almost touching, steve's looking right at him.
'thanks' eddie says, groggy, biting into a donut, moaning a little and closing his eyes. he doesn't care anymore what steve thinks, he feels too good. so full.
'so which is it?' steve asks, tucking some of eddies hair behind his ear.
eddie looks at him, furrowing his eyebrows and swallowing down the rest of the donut he'd just shoved in there. 'what?'
'are you a sweet or savoury kind of breakfast guy?' and eddie snorts, laughing around a bite of bacon.
'i'm an anything kind of breakfast guy.' eddie says, moving the container to one hand so he can rub and press at his stomach again, make some room, release some pressure. he gets powdered sugar from the donut on his shirt, he sucks it off his fingers and resumes petting and playing with his belly. maybe he's still a little high because he doesn't give a shit that steve is seeing him like this.
he takes a big bite of waffle, then another and another, finishing it off. he chews and swallows. 'but i do love sweet things stevie.' he confesses, because he does. he's always had a sweet tooth, can't help finishing any night without a desert, no matter how much he's had.
'you like this.' steve says, almost to himself, almost like he didn't mean to. eddie looks at him, steve clamps his mouth shut.
'like what?' eddie probes, heart rate increasing. he tries to sit up a little straighter but the moment makes him wince, too stuffed. he closes his eyes and puts his hand back on the top of his belly, can almost feel his heartbeat though the stretched out skin.
a big, solid, warm hand covers his and eddie opens his eyes. steve is sitting on his knees, looking at their joined hands on his stomach. 'this.' he rasps. 'you like this, having this, eating like this.' and then Steve starts moving his hand, light sweeping circles over the top of eddies belly. and it feels so good, lights eddie up. no ones ever touched him like this, it's like all his fantasies come true.
'yeah, yes.' eddie gasps. 'like it, like all of it.' he moans as steve pressed slightly, testing the give. 'was waiting for someone to notice, say something last night. wanted you to notice.' eddie pants, babbling and a little delirious over how good it all feels.
'i noticed eddie, always notice you. i've, fuck, never been able to take my eyes of you. even in high school.' steve confesses, laughing a little, sounds delirious too. 'but this, you, you now. god eddie. you're something else.' and steve is looking at him, awed and smiling so sweet. eddie can't believe it, he must still be dreaming.
'kiss me?' eddie pleads, feeling overwhelmed and bursting with joy.
steve leans in, pressing their lips together for a sweet kiss, tangling their fingers together over the shelf of eddies stomach. he pulls back, brushing eddies bangs away form his eyes and cradling his cheek, his smile is perfect, it's everything.
steve comes back close and the next kiss is deeper, more desperate, eddie moans and steve licks over his lips, into his mouth, exploring. eddie kisses back, not able to move much but he squeezes their joined hands, sucking and biting and tasting all of steve that he can.
eddie wants to kiss steve forever but his breath runs out quicker than he would like. he pulls away panting and gulping as much air as he can. 'fuck, sorry, give me a minute.' eddie gets out.
steve is a little breathless too, stroking eddies cheek and laughing lightly. 'we can kiss as much as you want ed's.' steve kisses eddies hand. 'but not right now.' and eddie whips his head to look at him. steve smile is playful but his eyes are dark.
'why not?' eddie asks, a little whine in his voice that he would be embarrassed about if it weren't for how it makes steves smile grow even more.
'because.' steve stars, moving to kneel between eddies thighs, nudging them wider to get right up close to eddies stomach. 'you.' he picks up the container that eddie had dropped at his side, distracted by something much taster. 'need to finish your breakfast.' and steve plops the food down on the crest of his belly.
eddie gasps at the contact, the implication, the way the container isn't even that far off balancing on its own without support. he honest to god almost cums right there. too many late night fantasies coming true at once.
'fuck stevie.' he whines, picking up the fork and shoving the last of the hash brown in his mouth, along with the last of the sausage, both a little cold but still salty and delicious.
'thats it.' steve soothes. 'i know you want to, know you can do it ed's.' and steve lifts up eddies shirt, unwrapping his belly fully, all its scarred, stretch-marked glory. 'i mean, fuck, you obviously can, look at you.' steve puts his big hands on either side of eddies wide stomach, pressing and rubbing and eddie's going to loose it.
he puts the last of the savoury bits in his mouth, just one waffle left, swimming in syrup. 'te-tell me.' eddie slurs, trying to chew and talk and breathe a the same time.
'tell you what baby?' steve ask and eddie honest to god whimpers, thinks he could cry, its all so much.
he puts the container close to his face, taking a few quick bites of waffle, chewing and swallowing and barely even tasting anything. 'tell me how, how i look Stevie, tell me.' and he takes a few more bites, the waffle half gone. he picks it up, uncaring that is makes his hand all sticky, he wants the container gone, wants to see steve better, watch him move his hands over eddie, watch eddie finish.
'eddie, baby,' steve says, hand still on him, leaning in close. eddies eyes roll back in his head and he shoves more waffle in his mouth, syrup dripping down his chin. 'you look fucking huge.' and steve licks the syrup away.
eddie moans, panting and chewing the last of the waffle, finally done, finally full. his eyes wide and desperate, locked on steve, on his face and his lips and his perfect fucking eyes.
steves hands move down past his bellybutton, grabbing onto the give of his underbelly, hefting it up and squeezing. he moves in closer, taking eddies syrupy fingers into his mouth and sucking. steves knee shifts forward and nudges against eddie groin, against his balls and his aching fucking cock.
eddie cums, wailing and overwhelmed by all the sensory input. vision spotting and mind blanking and he's so fucking full. steve is holding his belly and sucking his fingers and eddies never cum so hard in his life.
'oh, oh my god, eddie, baby, did you just?' steve is asking, babbling, kissing eddies face and still holding his belly, like he's forgotten, somehow, like it isn't actually pretty heavy. 'you're fucking amazing you know that? amazing, so good, so fucking hot eddie.' and he's grinding slightly, his hard cock against eddies hard stomach, jeans agains too hot skin.
''tevei.' eddie slurs, still hazy from his orgasm and the, so many, portions of breakfast he just had. pawing at steves fly with his spitty hand.
steve scrambles to undo the fly, sort of dropping eddies belly and he groans, cradling it and squirming.
'fuck, sorry, m'sorry baby.' steve pants, stopping to kiss eddies face and pet over swell. eddies smiles, he's so cute, taking care of him.
's'okay.' eddie kisses steve back when he can. steve leaving desperate little kisses all over; cheeks and nose and lips and neck and right back to the start again. 'wanna, wanna see your cock stevie please.' eddie whines, relishing in how it makes steve groan. he's so much fun, he's perfect.
steve undoes his fly finally, pulling his jeans and boxers down his thighs. his cock springing free, pink and wet and so fucking pretty eddie almost gets hard again. he wants it inside him, but that's for another day, when he's not full to bursting, or, no, for when he's in proper bed, yeah.
'this okay?' steve asks, grinding into eddies belly, arms either side of eddies head, caging him in.
eddie grunts, shifting as much as he can so he can touch it, hold it again his belly and give steve a little pocked to fuck in and out of. its a little uncomfortable but the noise steve makes when he slides out and in again, rubbing pre all over, it's worth it. it's everything.
steves thrusts get sloppy quick, biting his lip and making these punched out whines. 'so pretty baby, so hot, love your belly so much.' steve pants, looking down at eddie, watching his cock fuck in and out, closing his eyes like it's all too much before opening them again.
'feels so good, so good stevie.' eddie whines again, lost in watching steve in ecstasy. 'want your cum, cum on my belly baby please.' and steve tenses, moaning and spasming and releasing all over eddies hand and stomach. eddie moans with him, the sight burned into his brain, never to be forgotten.
steve's panting hard, smooths his hair off his face and looks at the mess he made, mouth open again like when he first got in the van. 'shit.' he whispers, looking at eddie face with awe. he leans in and licks into eddies mouth, kissing and kissing and kissing him.
eddie lets him, laughing a little into the kiss. but then he feels the mess start to cool on his belly, in his underwear, he shifts and whines in discomfort. staring to feel sleepy and sticky and like he needs to lay down.
steve must read his mind because he pulls away and comes back with napkins, cleaning eddies belly and inside his boxers as best he can. even wetting them with some water to get off any bits that have started drying, handing the rest of the bottle for eddie to take sips of.
'think there's, uh, spares in that pile.' eddie motions to the little pile of clothes behind the drivers seat, collected from sleeping here after gigs, over the years, and too much food, in recent years.
steve kisses him again and goes to root around. eddie moves to sit up properly as best he can. pulling his ruined t-shirt off as well and tossing it at the pile of containers stacked in the corner. he really should tidy up in here.
steve comes back and helps eddie lay down, getting him situated on the thin mattress and the pillow back under his head. he peels off eddies underwear and they go with the t-shirt. fresh pair getting pulled on with kisses over his thighs, down to his knees and even one on the soft skin of his ankle. eddie laughs, staring up at steve in amazement. looking down at his belly in amazement, how it rises and falls in a pale dome above him, moving with each of his still shallow breaths.
steve places a delicate hand on him, soothing circles over the surface again. 'comfortable?' he asks, like he really really cares and eddies heart swells, feels like he could cry or something, the vunerability of the whole thing washing over him. steve saw everything, knows so much more about him now. 'you okay?' steve asks, laying down beside him propped up on his elbow. he strokes eddies cheek.
eddie holds steve hand at his face, squeezing it and then kissing his palm. 'yeah.' he answers wetly. 'just, that was amazing and i. don't, i. please tell me that wasn't a one time thing.' eddie feels his eyes well and he sniffs.
'baby.' and steve sounds wounded. eddie sniffs again. 'that was definitely not a one time thing. i don't think there's any way you could get rid of me now eddie munson.' and steve kisses him so sweetly, so gently, so full of care and feeling and eddie is a goner. a couple tears slip out and slide into his hair. hes so happy.
steve pulls away eventually, smiling down at him, dipping down to leave a kiss on eddies full stomach. eddie grins, yawning so big his jaw cracks. 'have a nap, yeah? i'll be here the you wake up and we can talk more.' and eddie nods, managing to tun onto his side with a grunt, pulling the blanket over the two of them. steve puts his hand on eddie stomach where it rests between them, scooting in as close as he can, and eddie relaxes, sighing into it, letting sleep take him. exited to wake up and spend the day with steve. wonders vaguely, what they'll have for dinner.
just thinking about how steve loves eating eddie’s pussy.
like most of the time, he doesn’t need to physically get off. just making eddie writhe and squirm and sob beneath him makes him happy.
he loves licking and kissing and slurping him, loves leaving finger-shaped bruises on his inner thighs and hips.
he loves hearing eddie’s whimpers and whines and groans and moans, loves hearing him cry out in absolute pleasure because of him.
he could eat him for hours if eddie would let him. loves when his pussy gets so wet and messy and sloppy with cum and spit and slick. he loves seeing his pussy get puffy and red from overuse.
eddie loves looking down between his thighs and seeing steve get lost in the pleasure of eating him. his eyes closed, mouth delving into the heat between his legs. he loves seeing how it physically affects him — face flushed, pupils blown wide, hard cock trapped in his pants.
yet, he never focuses on his own pleasure. it’s always about eddie and wanting to please him with his mouth, himself being a second thought.
most of the time, he grinds his hips into the mattress as he goes down on eddie, the mere thought and action of pleasing him and slurping him getting him off.
eddie winds his hands into steve’s hair, pushing his face even more into his pussy, — if that’s even possible — grinding his clit on the tip of steve’s nose. it’s always so good.
steve will moan and hum into his cunt, tongue laving up slick and spit and sweat and cum. he loves the taste of eddie, always has. loves making eye contact with eddie above him, loves seeing his face as he watches him eating him up like the last fucking supper.
if he could die between eddie’s legs, he would. he can’t find a better way to die. eddie’s addicting and he can concur that eddie feels the exact same way about him.
eddie loves when steve overstimulates him, makes him cum over and over and over. loves when his muscles are overused, skin sweat-slick, tear tracks on his face, thighs and legs shaking.
while steve just keeps going — eating. almost as if his mouth and face is sewn in between his legs.
after each time eddie cums, steve kisses all around his inner thighs and pubic bone, hands caressing him before making his way back to his priority.
after about the second or third time of steve eating him out for over an hour, eddie finally understood why all the girls of Hawkins were so head over heels for this man — why and how his reputation came to be.
it’s beautiful, really. both of them wanting the other to feel loved and cared for, wanting the other to feel euphoric.
As I’m planning for @subeddieweek a few very unoriginal thoughts I probably won’t use have hit me and they should just be said out loud anyways so here they go under the cut:
Eddie having to kneel in the corner when he’s a brat because his least favorite thing is not getting attention but Steve puts his sweater/letterman jacket on him so he knows he’s still loved
Eddie hating wearing handcuffs so Steve teaches himself how to use rope to tie him up because he doesn’t ever keep his hands to himself
Body worship is a big thing for both of them, like they have days where they don’t do anything except touch and kiss every single inch of the others’ body. Sometimes Steve bites patterns into Eddie’s thighs as a reminder that he’s alive and sometimes Eddie lets his fingers bruise Steve’s wrist as a reminder that they belong to each other
Eddie wears a plug when they go to the gay bar in Indy, and Steve subtly pushes against it all night as a reminder that he belongs to Steve (they technically aren’t dating, it’s a FWB situation where they’re super in love but won’t say it)
The first time Steve spanks Eddie as punishment, they both come untouched
The moment the scene ends, no matter how intense, Steve laces his fingers with Eddie and squeezes his hand. It’s just as much for him as it is for Eddie
Eddie is relentless with terms of endearment outside of the bedroom, but Steve is relentless inside it: sugar, baby boy/baby girl, love, angel, precious boy, sweetheart.
rated e | 18+, minors dni | all tags on ao3
cw: dom/sub, biting/marking
for @thefreakandthehair's birthday! happiest of birthdays Lex!!! I couldn't not Steddie-fy the World Juniors tournament now could I? OH MAMA DON'T YOU CRY USA HOCKEY IS DO OR DIE!!!!
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“Everyone expects a lot from Team USA captain Steve Harrington and his first alternate, Tommy Hagan, but everyone’s a bit shocked at the choice for second alternate. What do you have to say about Eddie Munson being the pick, Jack?”
Steve already felt anger bubbling under his skin, the annoyance of the last few weeks finally reaching a boiling point.
“Well, we all know he’s one of the best goalies out there, but it’s rare to see a goalie with an A or C. I’ll be honest, I was surprised he was chosen over Gareth Emerson, who showed us three shutouts in the last month at Boston University. Eddie’s been proving himself in the AHL, but I don’t think he’s got what it takes to get the boys to gold. I hope I’m proven wrong, but his careless attitude makes me think he isn’t leading these boys to a victory they want.”
The tv in the hotel room snapped off and Steve stood up, pacing the carpeted floors with his fists clenched at his sides and a scowl.
“You’re literally playing at the pro level, have been all season, and they think you can’t help us bring home the gold?” Steve felt his skin vibrating. “You’re the only reason half of these players even remember to fucking show up for practice! And remember to drink water! How can the media be so against their own guy?”
“Baby boy.”
Eddie’s stern voice, full of a fondness only Steve would ever be able to pick out, stopped him in his tracks.
“Come here.”
Steve turned to see Eddie sitting on the edge of his bed, legs spread and hands behind him, holding his weight up. He took a few steps toward him, his thigh brushing against Eddie’s knee and making him shiver.
“Why do you let them get you so worked up?” Eddie tilted his head to the side, searching for answers he knew Steve wouldn’t give willingly.
Steve held everything close to his chest, always had, but Eddie always burrowed deep, found what he was looking for every time.
“They just think they know you, but they made this version of you in their head and won’t let it go and I hate it. You don’t deserve it and none of the team deserves it either and I-“
“Stevie. Take a breath.” Steve listened, of course he listened. When Eddie’s tone was like this, not listening wasn’t an option. “Good boy. You’re not gonna let this go, are you?”
He didn’t need to give an answer. Eddie already knew without asking.
“How about you get on your knees until you forget about it? Will that work for you, angel?”
It fucking might.
Steve falls to his knees, ignores the immediate ache in his left one, where he took a hard fall on the ice earlier that day and probably should’ve iced it after practice. He adjusts slightly, hopes Eddie doesn’t see the way he puts most of his weight on his right one.
“You didn’t wait for a pillow, sweetheart.”
So, he noticed.
At least he wasn’t giving him the Disappointed Eddie face. That would send Steve on a totally different spiral.
Eddie reached behind him and grabbed a pillow, handing it to Steve instead of setting it on the floor for him; His way of showing that his behavior was unacceptable.
“I want you to be comfortable. If it hurts even with the pillow, you tell me. Understood?” Eddie raised a brow, his mouth in a straight line.
“Understood.”
The exhaustion set in as soon as he was settled, his chin dropping to his chest and his eyes getting heavier with every blink.
They’d been going nonstop for weeks, and over the last two days, were being bombarded with media requests and photo shoots, something Steve hadn’t really needed to worry about since the draft over the summer.
He was a 1st round pick, but not top three, so the attention wasn’t nearly as much then as it was now. Representing your country in an international championship like this one put a lot of pressure on you, something many pros didn’t even quite understand.
At 18, Steve wasn’t sure he was built to handle it all.
But Eddie, he was built for the attention.
He thrived on people talking about him, even when it wasn’t always positive. He loved the spotlight.
“You’re doing so good for me, sweet boy. Just rest your head on my leg. I’ve got you,” Eddie muttered, his voice sounding far away.
He dropped his head to the side, nudging his nose along the gym pants he was wearing, wishing it was his skin. Maybe if they hadn’t just come back from a team luncheon, Eddie would’ve been half naked before they even started doing this.
“Sh, baby. You’re gonna feel so good if you just let me take care of you,” Eddie continued, his hand loose in Steve’s hair.
Steve felt too much tension built up in his shoulders still, and the thoughts still racing through his mind wouldn’t stop, though they had slowed down. It was hard to let himself focus on them completely when Eddie’s soft voice filtered through, his fingers scratching at his scalp.
“Just gonna be right here for you until you’re ready. I’ve got all the time in the world for you, sweetheart. Relax and let me have you.”
Steve breathed out, breathed in. His heart skipped in his chest as he let his head become deadweight on Eddie’s leg.
His shoulders fell.
His knee didn’t hurt.
He smiled to himself.
He wasn’t floating, maybe wouldn’t float at all today with how stressed he truly was, but he at least could relax in Eddie’s capable hands.
“That’s better, isn’t it? Always so good when you let me do this for you. Can’t believe how lucky I am.” Eddie brushed his thumb across Steve’s bottom lip, applying just enough pressure to make his mouth open, suck in a breath. “Love how much you want this. You’re so perfect.”
He did.
Sometimes he thought about the way their lives had kept them on such similar but foreign tracks. They hardly ever had time for this, their schedules already too packed to make time for proper etiquette.
But they were good about making time when the planets aligned.
Steve didn’t even notice he’d started sucking on Eddie’s thumb until he heard a low groan above him, felt the leg under him shift slightly as Eddie adjusted himself in his pants.
It only made him suck harder, swirl his tongue around the tip and swallow around him. It wasn’t enough, but it was a start.
Steve could tell Eddie was taking his time today, so he wouldn’t push. Eddie knew what he needed, he’d give it when he felt it was right.
He let out a moan as Eddie pushed down on his tongue, his jaw relaxing until his mouth was open wide enough to take two of his fingers.
He sucked on them slowly, his tongue licking between them as Eddie pushed them in further before pulling them out over and over.
There was nothing for Steve to do except take it, taste the slight musk of Eddie’s skin, relax into it.
“Your mouth is so fuckin’ good.” Eddie whispered, awe evident in his voice. “Always so good for me.”
Steve’s eyes fluttered open, immediately focusing on Eddie’s hooded eyes looking down at him. He was smiling.
“Love you so much.”
Steve smiled around his fingers, nipping at the tips playfully as Eddie pulled them out.
“Love you,” he replied, sighing out any of the remaining stress he was holding in his body, the comments from the analysts long gone.
“Feeling good?” Eddie asked him quietly, not wanting to disrupt his current state. “You look like you’re feelin’ good.”
“Mhm. Feels real good,” Steve nodded against his leg.
“Think you can stay down there for a bit longer?” Eddie’s fingers carded through his hair, gently tugging through some tangles that he hadn’t bothered to comb after his shower earlier. “Just wanna look at your beautiful face.”
“Yeah. Doesn’t hurt.” Steve was telling the truth, though he knew he’d probably at least need a break soon. He couldn’t risk being in a lot of pain for the tournament. “Wanna be good for you.”
“I know, sweetheart. You’re perfect,” Eddie’s palm covered his cheek, thumb brushing along his jaw for a moment before sliding back up into his hair. “You belong just like this with me. Wish I could always have you looking up at me like this.”
“Mm. Me too,” Steve sighed out, content.
They stayed like that in rarely interrupted silence for a while, the occasional praise falling from Eddie’s lips as a reminder to Steve that he was doing good.
Steve moved his legs a bit when he noticed that one of his feet was numb, barely hiding a wince when the ache in his knee let itself be known.
“Alright, sweetheart, up on the bed.” Eddie pulled him up gently, fingertips pressing into his biceps as he guided him to stand by the edge of the bed. “Let me get your clothes off first.”
He stripped Steve slowly, leaving a trail of kisses anywhere his fingers touched, almost ritualistic in his movements. Bruises were scattered across his forearms and thighs, places the padding of their gear didn’t cover, but that was the usual for both of them. They hardly noticed most of them anymore, but that didn’t stop Eddie from being extra careful.
When Steve was naked, Eddie had him turn around and climb onto the bed on his hands and knees.
“What-?” Steve started before being shushed by Eddie.
“I’m gonna get you nice and wet for me, sweetheart. It’s just easier like this,” Eddie’s hand rubbed along his back, trailed up and down his spine to get him to relax. “Help you get loose and ready for me.”
Steve groaned as he realized what exactly Eddie was about to do.
Eddie nudged the pillow forward so he could kneel on it, tugging Steve’s hips down to angle him just right. His hands parted Steve’s cheeks and his breath ghosted against Steve’s hole.
“Teasin’ me?” Steve mumbled against the sheets. Eddie could hear the smirk in his voice.
“No, just enjoying havin’ you, baby boy.”
Steve didn’t have a response to that, just pushed back the slightest bit so Eddie’s lips would make contact with his entrance.
Maybe if they weren’t still expected to go to team dinner in a few hours, maybe if they didn’t need to be in peak physical condition for their game tomorrow, Eddie would take his time. He’d smack Steve’s ass every time he tried to push him further faster, maybe bite that place on his shoulder that always made Steve scream when he had a snarky comment.
Maybe he could still do that part. Steve did love having evidence of what they did for days.
Eddie’s tongue circled his hole, drooling spit until he was dripping all over the sheets. They could sleep in the other bed tonight if they made too much of a mess.
“Please, please, please.”
Normally, Eddie loved hearing Steve beg, had written an honest to god poem about the way he sounds when he’s asking for more, but today he just wanted to give him everything he wanted. No begging needed.
His tongue pushed inside, both of them letting out matching moans at the intrusion. Eddie loved eating him out, could probably sit on the floor doing it for hours if Steve could handle it. But Steve got sensitive quick like this, and even Eddie wasn’t mean enough to push him that far into overstimulation.
Steve tried to muffle his noises, but he was always so damn loud. The first time they’d ever had sex, Eddie had to shove the corner of a pillow into his mouth so they wouldn’t be overheard by the neighbors. He wished they were at his house so he could be as loud as he wanted, but made a mental note to do all of this again the moment they were together at home.
His tongue pushed in and out, circled inside and around his entrance, never relenting even when Eddie thought he would pass out from lack of air. A finger joined his tongue eventually, making Steve arch his back and whine.
“More,” Steve gasped, even though Eddie knew he wasn’t actually ready for another one. “I can take it.”
“I know you can, but you’re not gonna. Want you to stay relaxed.”
So Eddie kept licking and sucking and pushing his tongue inside as his finger crooked just right and found Steve’s prostate, putting just enough pressure to drive him crazy.
“Need more.”
“I got you,” Eddie put another finger in, slower this time, knowing the stretch would be borderline painful with just spit guiding the way. And even if Steve said he liked a little pain with his pleasure, and proved it often, he didn’t want to cause anything more than a minor temporary discomfort. “Just keep being good, sweet boy.”
Steve’s whole body melted against the sheets at Eddie’s words, always so reactive to being called a sweet boy. Even though he was often a brat, and a menace on the ice, when he was like this with Eddie, he really was a sweet boy.
Eddie took it slow, stretching him on two fingers and working his tongue in when he pulled them out, never leaving Steve empty.
Steve once told him that being full of Eddie made him feel loved, and Eddie decided that he never wanted Steve to feel anything else.
But spit and tongues and a couple fingers can only do so much, and Eddie had every intention of having his cock inside Steve today, so he withdrew and pulled away, ignoring the whine Steve let out as he stood up. He wiped his fingers on the sheets, tapped Steve’s hip to get him to move up the bed and turn over, and walked over to the side table to grab their travel size bottle of lube.
When he looked over, Steve was already against the pillows, sucking on his own fingers to keep himself quiet.
“You’re so fuckin’ good Stevie, shit,” Eddie let out, his hand going to his crotch to try to calm his dick down a little. It wouldn’t do any good to put in all this work only to come before he was inside him.
Steve whimpered around his own fingers, eyelids heavy as he looked back at Eddie hungrily.
Eddie threw the lube on the bed and got between Steve’s legs, pushing them apart and holding them open so he could look at the mess being made. Eddie’s spit was dripping from Steve’s hole, his cock was leaking precum onto his stomach, making the hairs of his happy trail stick together. His whole body was flushed a pretty pink, a sheen of sweat making his stomach and neck glisten in the lamplight of the room.
He looked like an angel and Eddie had to make sure he knew.
“You’re a perfect angel, should see yourself.” Eddie leaned down to kiss him. “Missed your lips, let me kiss you.”
Steve pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a pop, lips wet and red.
Eddie barely let him catch his breath before he kissed him, too starved for every taste Steve had to offer. He rutted forward, their cocks just barely brushing against each other, smiling into the kiss as Steve let out a breath.
He pulled away, but kept his lips on Steve’s skin, nipping at his neck as he got to the spot he needed.
Steve’s shoulders were muscular, tough, not easy to suck marks into. But Eddie did it anyway.
He pulled the skin between his teeth, laughing as Steve arched up into it, but hissed in pain.
They both knew he loved it.
He probably could have stopped after the first ten seconds, but Steve started squirming, and Eddie took that as a challenge to keep going. The bruise he was making could stick around for the rest of the tournament and maybe beyond it if he tried hard enough.
“Eddie, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Eddie pulled off of him, pressed the softest kiss he could to the angry red mark already showing purple in the center, and looked down at Steve’s watery smile.
“You did that on purpose.”
“Just want you to remember who you belong to,” Eddie kissed his nose. “Condom or no?”
Steve shook his head. “Wanna feel you. We can shower after.”
Eddie sat back, poured lube on his fingers, and rubbed them together to warm it up a bit. “Just need to open you up a little more first.”
Steve nodded, closing his eyes and letting one hand rest above his head. Eddie got distracted for a moment looking at him, taking in how lucky he was to be able to do this.
As he slipped three fingers inside, he sucked a bruise on Steve’s hip, using his free arm to hold him down when he tried to push into the effort. Steve clenched around him when he brushed against his prostate again, a high pitched whine escaping him involuntarily.
Eddie looked up and saw his eyes open, hands fisted in the sheets next to his sides.
“Good?”
“You know it is.”
“You know I like hearing it, though,” Eddie kissed his thigh, then his knee.
“It’s good, baby. Love the way you take care of me.”
Eddie blushed at the praise.
Steve’s praise kink could be seen from space; Even his teammates sometimes made fun of him for getting flustered when a commentator said something particularly nice about a play or goal he made. But Eddie secretly had one too, loved hearing how good he was doing when he was taking care of Steve like this.
When Eddie finally deemed Steve ready, he poured an extravagant amount of lube onto his already leaking cock, moaning as his hand moved up and down, spreading it everywhere.
“Might not last long, sweetheart.”
“Might come as soon as you’re inside me, Eds,” Steve smiled back at him, giving him permission to do whatever he needed to do.
They were beyond trying to last; Sometimes they spent hours working up to being inside each other only to finish in less than a couple of minutes and that was fine. Eddie didn’t know exactly how long he’d been working Steve open with his mouth and then fingers, but he knew it was long enough to be good for both of them.
Eddie lined himself up, leaning over Steve to kiss him as he entered him. No matter how long he spent, no matter how much lube he used, Steve was always tight. Even though he said it didn’t hurt, Eddie was always cautious, and if distracting him helped ease any discomfort, then Eddie didn’t mind doing it.
When he bottomed out, Steve sighed, content and full.
“You feel so good, sweet boy.” Eddie peppered his face in kisses, smiling when Steve started giggling. “You ready for me to move?”
Steve nodded, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s neck and his legs around his hips, pulling him so his cock was trapped between their stomachs.
“Fuck,” Eddie moaned. “Definitely not gonna last long.”
“Then fill me up, baby. Want it all.”
Eddie couldn’t possibly deny Steve anything, not when he said it like that.
His hips started thrusting forward and back slowly, trying so hard to hold on for at least a few minutes, savor as much time in Steve’s tight heat as he could. But even the slow movements brought out loud moans from Steve, and the wetness from his cock being painted all over his stomach was enough to have Eddie moving faster, deeper, harder.
He couldn’t help the grunt he let out when Steve whimpered, tightened around him, and came between them with no other warning.
“Fuck, Stevie, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” Eddie moaned out, throwing his head back before letting it drop. “Gonna fill you up just like you wanted.”
“Please, please, please,” Steve panted out, barely louder than a whisper as he tried to catch his breath while Eddie continued to ram into his prostate on every stroke.
Steve dropped an arm, his hand coming up to Eddie’s chest, dull nails scratching at the small patch of hair. His fingers drifted to Eddie’s nipple, the one that had been pierced until an unfortunate incident with a player’s stick shortly after he started playing in the AHL.
He pinched the bud between two fingers, biting down on Eddie’s collarbone at the same time.
Eddie came with Steve’s names on his lips, his heart racing as he felt his own warmth inside Steve.
They looked at each other, tired smiles and sweat making them look like they’d just played a double overtime game.
“I love you.” Steve whispered.
“I love you, too, Stevie.” Eddie closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them to see Steve’s closed. “Don’t fall asleep. Shower, remember?”
“Don’t wanna.”
“I didn’t bring a plug, sweetheart. You gotta clean up before dinner.”
Steve opened his eyes only to roll them and close them again. “Fine, but you’re washing my hair.”
“Anything for my captain.”
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The clock ticked down.
10…9…8…
Eddie watched as Steve held the puck to the side of the net, Sweden coming in to try to get a last second goal to tie it up.
7…6…5…
He was on high alert, but he didn’t really need to be.
4…3…
Steve wouldn’t let them even get a shot on net.
2…1.
Helmets and gloves went flying as soon as the buzzer sounded, an army of blue and red tackling him to the ice, his net knocked off its posts from the weight.
Everyone was yelling, someone to his right was crying.
The crowd was cheering, though not being at home made it quieter than what they were used to.
Weight started to disappear as everyone got up to do their laps and get in line for handshakes.
He stood up.
Steve was standing in front of him, beaming proudly.
“We did it.”
Eddie nodded.
Steve jumped into his arms and tore his helmet off, kissing him in front of everyone.
Sure, they weren’t really a secret, but they’d never been this obvious in public, not around strangers and cameras.
“Fuck, Stevie. We did it!” Eddie breathed against his lips when they parted. “You got us here, baby boy.”
“We all did. You helped.”
And then Eddie remembered a moment from when they were young, fresh on their first travel team, nervous as shit about a tournament where they were playing in a division higher than they usually did.
The parents were banging on the glass, yelling to skate faster, time was running out. They had to score to avoid overtime and they were tired. Their shifts were long, down two kids because of the flu.
They had less than 20 seconds.
Steve had the puck on his stick, a lucky pass between a player’s legs. He managed to get on a breakaway, but the defenseman from the other team was right behind him.
Eddie was yelling for him to go, go, go!
He wound back, hit the puck, and it went in. It went in!
They just won the tournament!
Steve was the first one to Eddie, hugging him, both of them falling to the ice laughing.
“We’re gonna be pros someday!” Steve yelled.
“Me and you all the way to the NHL!” Eddie replied.
“Maybe World Juniors first?” Steve didn’t let go of him, their bulky pads poking each other but neither caring very much.
“Team USA gold when we’re 18.”
“Pinky promise?”
They both pulled their gloves off of their hands and held out their pinkies.
“Pinky promise.”
Stevie looked up at the man in his arms, the love of his life, his teammate in every way.
“I did pinky promise, didn’t I?” he asked.
Steve looked confused for a moment before recognition hit, his eyes widening and his hands coming up to cup Eddie’s cheeks.
300 of y'all are whores so to celebrate that I will be taking some prompts BC smut writing has been calling to me this year and I want to do something about it.
Second last smutty Sunday of steddiemas, minors dni.
Steve had seen the wrapped gift Eddie had subtly pushed further back when everyone was unwrapping their gifts. Wrapped in black paper very non-festive and very Eddie. Perfect for blending into the shadows until they said their goodbyes and closed the apartment door.
"What's in the box, Edward?" He turned folding his arms and arching an eyebrow at his boyfriend.
"Box? What box?" He said nonchalantly, walking over to the tree again. "Oh, this box?" He said picking it up and smirking.
"Yes, that box, I saw you push it away when Robin was going to grab it, is it for me?"
"I don't know Stevie, the tag says it belongs to a very naughty boy, have you been naughty, sweetheart?" Eddie had waltzed back up to Steve with that self assured smile, oh so this is where it was going.
"I don't know, maybe I should sit on your lap and you can tell me which list I'm on."
The boys both giggled and Eddie grabbed Steve's hand and pulled him to the bedroom. Once they arrived Steve pushed him back onto the bed, taking the box from him and comfortably straddling his thighs.
"It says from Daddy, funny I thought Dick said he didn't have a son anymore," Steve said teasingly as Eddie gripped his hips.
"Think there's only one dick you need, baby boy."
Steve unwrapped the box to find a beautiful set of leather handcuffs, "Guess I have been naughty, got coal for Christmas," he said tossing Eddie the handcuffs.
Steve moaned as Eddie flipped them over, pushing Steve back into the mattress and closer to the headboard. Sliding the cuffs between the slats and clipping them around Steve's wrists.
"How we feeling sweetheart, not too tight?"
"I feel as green as a Christmas tree."
"I think it's time I unwrapped my gift now."
Luckily no-one made plans for after Christmas, they were in for a long long night.
