Chemistry can be defined as the complex emotional or psychological interaction between two people
Steve supposed that was true. Like maybe that was the scientific explanation for why when Steve was away from Eddie, he felt like an invisible rubber band may snap and he would be sent flaying and spinning in orbit with nothing to hold on to.
So, he held tight and never let the rubber band break.
(Words: by @tellme-astory | Art: by @rumibam on IG)
Wuthering Heights was gorgeous and Isabella is all of us. For tumblr loving fanfiction so much it doesnt show. It really got it wrong with this one.
“Classics” arent sacred and off limits. It doesn’t have to be cannon. Art can be what it wants to be. It doesnt owe the original source material anything. That’s the beauty of it. Weird that a place like tumblr that preaches this all day every day forgot that you don’t have to bow down to tradition.
Featuring: Smut, Fluff and Smut, PWP, Porn with Feelings, Light Dom/sub, Light Masochism, Established Relationship, Confident Sub Steve, Awkward Soft Dom Eddie, Eddie is a Tease, Eddie is a Mess, Essentially a confident sub / absolute mess of a dom dynamic, Dom Eddie likes to pretend he's all that until he's not, They're in love obvy, Sex Games, CMNM, Teasing, Nipple Play, Spanking, Cock Teasing, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Orgasm Edging, Orgasm Denial, Come Swallowing, Coming In Pants/Untouched, Praise Kink, Dacryphilia, Soft Eddie, He just loves his precious plaything of a boyfriend so much, Gentleness, Cuddling, Aftercare, They both have very little idea of what kinda 'games' they're playing but it's all good, Safe Sane and Consensual, Human Furniture (kinda???), Weirdness, Nerdiness, POV Steve Harrington, Set in 1987
Eddie's slowly grinning, a familiar glint in his eyes that sends a shiver down Steve’s spine. “Let’s play a game, sweetheart,” he offers, shifting his arm on the back of the couch, fingers gently twirling the hairs on the back of Steve’s neck.
If Steve had a tail, he’d be wagging it right now. Alas, he doesn’t, but he does have a dick, which curiously stirs in his pants at whatever idea Eddie has in mind. He can always feel when Eddie’s in a particular mood, and his games are… well, always something. Steve never knows what to expect. But it’s definitely never boring.
Written for @steddielovemonth day 19 prompt: dnd figurine
“I’m bored,” Eddie announces, after about half an hour of flipping through channels resulted in nothing interesting for them to watch.
It’s been like this for a couple of days now. They had already watched all the rented movies they had in Eddie’s trailer, which weren’t many; the only perk of Steve working at Family Video was that he always thought he could bring something new to watch. Until he couldn’t.
A pretty bad snowstorm that had suddenly dumped over 10 inches of wet snow over the Midwest had them essentially snowed in. They had plenty of food, thankfully, and the new space heater that Steve had brought in at the start of winter (it was just gathering dust in his parents’ garage anyway, not like they ever needed it) made the place feel toasty warm and cozy with the wind howling outside.
Uncle Wayne, who’d gone to Indianapolis to visit some relatives the day before, called Eddie to say he was okay, he’d just wait it out until the roads were safe to drive again. Steve, naturally, decided to stay at Eddie’s; there was no point in trying to make it back to his house, everything he needed was right here. His real home, most of the time these days.
Steve turns to find his boyfriend already looking at him.
“I’m sorry, are you expecting me to entertain you?” Steve asks, lifting an eyebrow.
“Yes,” Eddie replies, slowly grinning, a familiar glint in his eyes that sends a shiver down Steve’s spine. “Let’s play a game, sweetheart,” he offers, shifting his arm on the back of the couch, fingers gently twirling the hairs on the back of Steve’s neck.
If Steve had a tail, he’d be wagging it right now. Alas, he doesn’t, but he does have a dick, which curiously stirs in his pants at whatever idea Eddie has in mind. He can always feel when Eddie’s in a particular mood, and his games are… well, always something. Steve never knows what to expect. But it’s definitely never boring. It tests his own limits and patience, it can be frustrating, but the subsequent release is always absolutely mind-blowing, like nothing he’d ever experienced before Eddie, and totally worth it.
Steve used to feel embarrassed about enjoying it so much, but not anymore, feeling more secure in this relationship than he’d ever felt with anyone else. So he kind of accepted, at some point, that there’s nothing wrong with being Eddie’s plaything sometimes. It’s really flattering, too, how much Eddie just enjoys doing things to his body like it’s the most interesting thing in the world to him. It kind of fucks with Steve’s head, being Eddie’s center of attention, makes his brain sort of quiet and spongy, thoughts slow and syrupy, better than from any weed.
“What kind of game?” He asks, licking his suddenly dry lips and not missing the way Eddie’s eyes immediately dart to them.
The last time they played a game, Eddie brought out his D&D dice. He had a fun idea of rolling how many minutes he’d spend on each part of Steve’s body. Steve thought he’d die the most wonderful death of having his nipples teased, licked and sucked and pinched for fourteen whole minutes. But that was nothing compared to an actual natural twenty Eddie rolled for his dick, and Steve was a begging sobbing mess from the too gentle touches of Eddie’s tongue and lips that were getting him nowhere. Twenty long minutes of sweet torture until Eddie finally tightened his hold and sucked hard and Steve came undone within seconds, screaming from the relief. He sucked Eddie’s dick afterwards with an overwhelming feeling of what could only be described as gratitude. It was fucking amazing.
“Hmmm,” Eddie hums, tapping a finger against his own lips. “I’ve had some ideas. Tell me, baby, would you like to test if you can keep perfectly still while I’m touching you?”
“You mean like… tying me up?” Steve asks; they’ve done it before.
“Wouldn’t be much of a game,” Eddie grins. “No, it’s going to be more interesting. You up for that?”
Steve laughs, his cheeks already feeling warm.
“Interesting is usually your code for making me lose my fucking mind, but yeah, sure.”
It will probably be fine… right? Worst case scenario, he could always call timeout, but it rarely comes to that. Eddie somehow knows how to push all his buttons without completely breaking them.
“Great,” Eddie says, leaning in to kiss him briefly, almost sweetly. “Go take a shower for me, don’t bother with clothes, just bring your gorgeous naked self to the bedroom right after.”
Steve shivers at the suggestive tone, hops off the couch and feels a slap against his rear as he goes to do what Eddie asked. He giggles and looks over his shoulder to find Eddie on the edge of his seat, a look of excited anticipation matching Steve’s on his face.
He showers quickly, carefully avoiding the water hitting his head because it would be annoying, to have to waste time drying it. He cleans everything thoroughly, his dick already half-hard at the implication of Eddie specifically asking him to shower. Eddie likes to use his mouth where Steve never thought anyone would touch him, period, much less with their lips and tongue. The first time it happened, it felt so obscene and forbidden and so fucking good Steve came just from that, rutting his dick against the crumpled sheets underneath him.
Steve dries himself off with a towel and heads to Eddie’s bedroom, where he finds Eddie sitting in a chair, waiting for him with a cheeky smile on his face. A blanket and a duvet have been dragged off of the bed and laid out on the floor in layers.
“You want me on the floor?” Steve asks, lifting an eyebrow and trying to fight the silly instinct to cover himself as Eddie’s eyes drag down his naked body. Eddie’s still fully dressed in his sweatpants, fuzzy socks and an Iron Maiden T-shirt.
“Yeah. My mattress is kinda shit for this idea, too soft,” Eddie replies, lounging back in the chair, legs spread wide. Steve can see a bulge at the front of them, an obvious sign that Eddie’s just as excited for this as him; his mouth waters. “Get down on all fours for me please, sweetheart.”
Heart hammering in his chest, Steve obeys. He kneels down on the duvet and leans forward on his hands, then looks up at Eddie, whose eyes darken as they roam over his body, the lewd position he’s in.
“Good boy,” Eddie praises, the words sending another shiver down Steve’s spine, raising himself to his feet. “You comfy? I don’t want your knees to hurt from this.”
“Yeah, feels okay,” Steve replies after fidgeting a bit; the layers provide just enough cushioning. He feels fondness tug on his heart; this is why he trusts Eddie unconditionally. Eddie always makes sure he’s comfortable, before whatever he’s about to do to Steve.
“Good.” Eddie saunters around him in a wide circle, and Steve feels his skin prickle at being viewed from all angles like an exhibit, and from the suspense, the not knowing what comes next. It’s not a bad feeling; far from it. This moment, right here, is one of Steve’s favorite parts of the experience. “Here are the rules, pretty boy.”
Eddie finishes a full circle around him and crouches down so they’re face to face. He holds up something between his thumb and forefinger; one of his many painted D&D miniatures. It’s small, not even 2 inches tall, with a round stand at the base.
“Hold your back straight for me,” Eddie says, then reaches over Steve’s shoulder. “Perfect. Now, this little guy goes in the center of your back.” Eddie places the figurine; Steve can feel it, barely, it’s so light. “Now,” Eddie returns to face him, grinning. “Your job is to stay still and not let him fall off of your back.”
Steve gulps. He feels goosebumps on his skin and trembles a little, feeling the figurine wobble a bit, but stay put after the small movement.
“What… what happens if he falls?”
“Ah, great question,” Eddie chuckles; it’s obvious he’s having fun coming up with these rules. “Let’s say our brave warrior here has… hmmm. 30 HP. Each fall will take off 5 health points, so essentially… Five chances to recover and get back on you before he falls to his final death and it’s game over.” Eddie leans in closer. “Shall we see if you can come before that happens, baby?” He purrs, sending a jolt of pure arousal through Steve’s body.
Fuck, he’s really hard already, and Eddie hasn’t even touched him. The way this absolute nerd can rile him up with just his words… it’s no longer surprising to Steve, but just as amazing to experience. Steve’s just as much of a freak as Eddie, for being into this. He can live with that, so long as that knowledge stays between the two of them.
“Alright,” Steve breathes. “I’m game.”
“Fuck yes!” Eddie pumps his fist in the air, then spins around on his bent legs, landing on his ass and clapping his hands excitedly; Steve can’t help laughing at his gimmicks. As if Steve wouldn’t indulge him with his idea.
“Am I, uh. Like, getting punished for the falls?” Steve asks, chewing on his lip.
Eddie’s eyes widen. A score for Steve; that totally caught Eddie off guard.
“Uh. Do you want to?” He fidgets as Steve hesitantly nods. He’s always uncharacteristically nervous when it comes to this. However many times Steve’s told him he’s not actually hurting him, that the burn feels surprisingly good. Adds fuel to the fire. “Uhm. Shit. Okay, how about… One smack for each health point lost, that seems appropriate. Right?”
Steve nods again, buzzing with anticipation. Suddenly, a thought strikes him, and he narrows his eyes at his boyfriend.
“You’re not gonna, like, deliberately sabotage me? Like tickle me or something.”
“Sweetheart!” Eddie gasps, mock scandalized, pressing a hand to his chest. “I would never!”
Steve gives him an unimpressed look.
“Well, okay,” Eddie chuckles, correcting himself, “not tonight. I swear I won’t do anything to hurt your chances, cross my heart”, he follows up with the gesture over his chest. “I mean…” He grins again. “Beyond making you moan and squirm for me, pumpkin.”
Steve shivers again, his cock twitching a little.
“Game on, then,” he says, trying to will himself to relax as Eddie leans in for a quick peck on his lips before crawling over to his side.
It’s really not helping that his body already feels like a giant live wire. The first touch of Eddie’s hand to his chest nearly makes him jump.
“Already so tense, sweetheart”, Eddie coos above his ear; of course he noticed Steve’s reaction. “Breathe for me, baby, we’re just having fun here. There we go, nice and slow.”
Steve tries to follow the advice, taking deep breaths as Eddie’s exploring hands glide across his skin. He glances down, watching them caress his stomach, stop right before his hips and then move back up. He lets out a gasp as they slide across his nipples, then closes his eyes and decides to keep his head parallel to his back; he’ll certainly get light-headed if he keeps looking all the time.
“Feel good, baby?” Eddie asks, and it’s a nonsensical question, but Steve knows why he keeps asking.
“Mhm,” he hums, sighing as Eddie starts to play with his nipples; his cock twitches instantly, and again when Eddie pinches and twists a little. Not painful, just giving him a zap of arousal that goes straight to his dick.
“Wonder if I can…” Eddie mutters to himself; then, Steve hears him move and when he glances down again, Eddie’s head is right under him, grinning at him briefly before he raises himself on his elbow. “Oh, perfect, I can reach,” he whispers against Steve’s skin before kissing it, across his pec and then around his nipple in a circle of slow, wet kisses, teasing, smiling, then finally wrapping his lips around it.
Steve was already struggling to keep still, up to that point. When Eddie sucks on his nipple, he loses it immediately, completely forgets about the rules and instinctively arches his back, pressing his chest into the warm sensual mouth.
The figurine tumbles over his side and down to the floor. He groans, equal amounts frustrated and aflutter; he knows what comes next.
“Ah. Our brave warrior has taken his first fall,” Eddie comments, amusement clear in his voice as he crawls out from underneath Steve, obviously very pleased with himself.
He places a hand on Steve’s buttock, stroking the skin.
“I’ll be gentle, baby. Remember, timeout if it’s too much.”
Steve hums in acknowledgment; he’s glad he doesn’t have to keep still for this, at least, because there’s no way he could.
The very first obscenely loud smack against his skin has him falling down to his forearms, groaning as the hot, stinging sensation makes him feel warm all over, his untouched cock desperately aching. Eddie counts, out loud, and when he reaches five, Steve just wishes he’d keep going. It’s not enough. It’s barely a tease; but honestly, it fits the whole theme of Eddie’s game that way.
“Fuck,” he breathes, raising himself up again; Eddie’s immediately at his side, tugging on his chin to look at him, eyes serious.
“Okay?”
Steve smiles at him.
“Very okay, Eds. I’ve told ya, it’s… it feels good. I promise. You’re not really hurting me.”
Eddie nods and kisses him softly, then moves to pick up the figurine and place it back on top of Steve. He’s under Steve again, tongue pressing to the skin of his neck and dragging it down, down, pausing only once so he can shift his upper body further, leaving a wet trail in the middle of Steve’s torso that makes him shiver. The figurine wobbles again, but not enough to topple; small mercies, because Eddie’s mouth is kissing his stomach, and the tip of Steve’s hard cock brushes his cheek, making him gasp; but when he looks down, he sees how with a smirking glance, Eddie ducks right under it and proceeds to press his mouth to his thigh.
It’s not on his dick, but it still feels so fucking good. Steve very carefully and slowly spreads his legs, shifting backwards and adjusting his balance so his back hopefully doesn’t incline too much. He moans at the teeth digging into his skin, Eddie’s mouth sucking a mark into his thigh; and then, fucking finally, he feels the first touch of lips against his aching balls.
“Fuck, Eddie,” he moans, fighting every instinct to buck into the touch as Eddie’s lips keep going, sliding along his shaft. “Oh god, please, please…”
He should have known Eddie’s far from done with him. It’s just more teasing, Eddie’s not even using his hands to keep his dick steady. When he reaches the tip, he puts his mouth around it, but doesn’t suck, just lets his lips slide right off, again and again, like he’s eating a popsicle; it leaves Steve whining and trembling each time at the alternating sensation of the warm mouth and significantly cooler air on his sensitive glans immediately after.
“Fuck, fuck, please,” he pleads, doesn’t even think, his brain hardly capable of it anymore; the next time Eddie’s lips are on him, he rolls down, desperate for more, for Eddie to finally take him in his mouth properly.
The figurine, which he’s completely forgotten about, falls again.
“Shit.”
“Shouldn’t have been greedy, baby,” Eddie jokingly scolds, and then he’s behind Steve again.
He lands the five smacks against Steve’s other buttock this time, all in quick succession, and Steve’s caught so off guard by this he actually forgets to breathe for a second.
“Nghhh. Fuck. Good,” he reassures before Eddie can ask. “My dick’s about to fall off, but good.”
Eddie laughs softly behind him, and his palms gently move across Steve’s buttocks, caressing the heated, tingling skin; then, he returns the figurine to its position on Steve’s back.
“You’re doing better than I expected, Stevie” he admits, and Steve feels a tickle of Eddie’s long hair on his butt as his boyfriend presses a kiss to his tailbone, then lower, lower—
Steve clenches his fingers at the fabric of the duvet, already worried he’ll lose this round before he even gets to properly enjoy Eddie’s mouth there. Hot and slick and so fucking intimate, the slide of his boyfriend’s tongue at the sensitive skin near his hole, the hands spreading his cheeks apart, exposing him, making him blush bright red and whine. He feels a drop of precome fall off his leaking cock, hopes it wouldn’t soak through the cover into the duvet; it probably will, and Eddie, as usual, will not care. As far as Eddie’s concerned, if the bedding’s been through the laundry, it’s all considered clean.
When the tip of Eddie’s tongue slides inside him, Steve tries, concentrates all his efforts on not leaning into the hot pleasure; but his body betrays him against his will. He’s shaking like a leaf, arms and thighs trembling from clenching his muscles to stay still, and the vibrations eventually topple the little figurine.
Steve just collapses after that, both arms and legs giving out underneath him. He’s breathing hard, hoping that lying down will give his body some respite as he accepts the sweet punishment against his ass, alternating between the cheeks this time. He groans and rolls his hips with each slap, so desperate for friction he doesn’t think about it being against the rules until Eddie presses a hand firmly to the small of his back, stilling him.
“Tsk. That’s cheating, baby,” Eddie scolds. “Back up, sweetheart.”
“I can’t,” Steve mumbles. “Timeout. I literally can’t, Eds. My arms hurt.” He’s never been this exhausted from not moving. Is this why people do yoga? Fuck, it’s gruesome. He’d rather run around a basketball court for an hour.
“Poor baby,” Eddie teases, a little meanly, but when he pulls on Steve’s shoulder and rolls him over, his smile is sweet and his eyes soft. “Okay. What if you just lie on your back, and we’ll place the little guy…” His eyes drag down Steve’s body, and he puts the miniature right below his ribcage. “Right here. That okay?”
“Yeah, sure. Are you gonna get me off now?” Steve asks, and Eddie grins at him.
“Patience, Stevie.”
He gets up, reaching inside the drawer by the bedside and then kneeling at Steve’s feet, spreading his legs open and crawling between them. Steve’s heart jumps, along with his cock. He watches Eddie squeeze himself briefly through his sweatpants, groaning and rolling his eyes back, before he lets go with obvious effort and starts squeezing lube onto his fingers.
“There’s no way that thing stays upright if you fuck me,” Steve comments. It's rising and falling on his chest with each breath, and that alone isn't enough to unbalance it; but surely, there's no way Eddie's thrusts wouldn't.
“I know. So I’m not fucking you. Yet,” Eddie teases, pressing the first finger in, and Steve lowers his head back to the floor, sighing shakily.
His boyfriend’s a fucking incubus. An absolute menace. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
At least he can see now, notice when he’s moving too much and making the figurine wobbly; it’s not much help though, because Eddie’s fingers inside him have a way of completely melting his brain and making him lose all sense of reality. Steve soon shuts his eyes, mewling and blabbering and not caring one bit how he sounds, it feels too good, especially when Eddie adds a second finger and curls them inside and massages that spot that sends molten lava through his veins, and— he can’t, it’s so much and not enough, his cock leaks against his belly and he grinds up helplessly, into thin air, letting out a completely pathetic sob when Eddie’s fingers withdraw.
The miniature lies on the duvet beside Steve’s arm. He’s going to scream. Or maybe cry.
“Jesus, Eddie, you’re… you’re killing me. Should I roll over?” His speech is slurry, like a drunk man’s; all he desperately wants is for Eddie to get it over with, to get his fingers back inside him, preferably touch his cock too—
The first sharp burn against his inner thigh shocks Steve so much he actually chokes on air. He glances up, eyes wide, to meet Eddie’s equally wide-eyed stare, hand hovering up in the air, hesitant.
“Okay?” He asks, and Steve finally breathes again, exhaling on a low moan.
“Oh god. Yes, definitely okay, holy shit, more.”
The skin of his thigh burns with each smack of Eddie’s palm against it, so much worse and so much better than it felt on his ass. His cock jerks and leaks pathetically against his stomach. Steve’s eyes prick with tears, and when Eddie’s done, belatedly, he thinks he might have just come from this if his boyfriend kept going. Fuck. His skin feels raw and very warm, and so fucking sensitive his cock twitches again when Eddie presses soft, soothing kisses to it in the aftermath of the punishment.
There’s something about it, the contrast between Eddie’s torment of his senses and the overwhelming gentleness that goes along with it. It fucks Steve up a little, shatters him into pieces; a tear rolls down out of the corner of his eye, and he hopes Eddie won’t notice, won’t make a big deal out of it.
Eddie does notice. He looks at Steve questioningly, but Steve just shakes his head at him.
“Good tears. Keep going, Eds.” He chuckles, sniffling, another tear rolling down. “Please touch my dick though, I’m literally dying here, babe.”
The figurine goes back on his chest. Steve doesn’t actually expect Eddie to comply with his begging, but maybe the tears had an unexpected positive effect, because a second after the finger are back inside him, Eddie swallows him whole in one smooth slide, the tip of his nose pressing into Steve’s pubic bone.
Eddie bobs his head and sucks, pressing his fingers into his prostate again; Steve’s actually shocked he doesn’t come instantly from that, he’s been so hard for so long now the sudden onslaught of sensations on all his most sensitive areas is almost too much.
He’s moaning loudly, not even aware he’s steadily rolling his hips, tiny thrusts to meet Eddie’s mouth, head swimming, body taut, balls drawing in, the hot coil in his belly so fucking tight— he’s breathlessly chanting EddieEddieEddie, so close, just a little more, just—
Eddie pulls off, and Steve whimpers loudly, dick twitching and aching from a denied release; he's so out of it, so stunned and confused he doesn’t even realize what happened for a few seconds.
And then he remembers. The fucking game. The fucking figurine. Five quick slaps on his other thigh, making him squirm and whine, almost too sensitive now. Why did he agree to this again? Oh god, he only has one more chance now. Does game over mean he won’t get to come? Nonono, he’ll actually die if Eddie—
Eddie’s up in his face, kissing the tears Steve wasn’t even realizing kept running down his face off of his skin, murmuring words that take a while to reach his useless brain.
“…been so good, sweetheart, my good boy, I love you so much, gonna make you come now, I promise, gonna make you feel so fucking good, baby.”
This is why, Steve realizes when the words break through the haze, slowly sink into his consciousness. This is why I let him do this. This, and the way Eddie slides down his body and takes him in his mouth again, sucking fast and sloppy; the goddamn miniature, which Steve didn’t even register Eddie placing back on him this time, almost immediately falls as Steve desperately bucks his hips into Eddie’s mouth, but Eddie doesn’t stop. He sees it fall and keeps going, shutting his eyes and breathing heavily through his nose and moaning as he sucks the very soul out of Steve through his dick.
Steve doesn’t even get a chance to warn him. He’s opening and closing his mouth soundlessly, like a fish, barely breathing as the long overdue orgasm thunders through his body, his spine curving so much he feels it pop and crack, probably from keeping still for so long; he’s only half aware of Eddie swallowing down his release, everything fading out for a moment as Steve collapses back to the floor, body trembling and mind blissfully blank.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” he groans, low and drawn out, when he finally remembers he should be at least capable of speech. “Oh my god, Eddie.”
Eddie’s moving back up his body, leaving kisses in random spots and making Steve squirm a little, smiling at how everything feels a touch too sensitive, almost ticklish. Then, Eddie rolls him to the side and his lips find Steve’s mouth, one hand tangling in his hair, other arm holding him close and kissing him, kissing him slow and gentle until Steve’s lungs burn and he has to come up for air, panting against Eddie’s bright pink lips.
He feels so wrung out, so completely ravaged, and so loved. He just wants to close his eyes and sleep, delightfully warm and safe in Eddie’s arms, and then he remembers— oh shit, Eddie. Eddie didn’t get off.
“Weren’t you gonna fuck me?” He asks, a little confused, and Eddie looks sheepish at the question, ducking his head to Steve’s shoulder.
“Uhm. I wanted to, I swear, just…” He trails off.
Steve reaches blindly with his hand, feeling wet fabric and a soft cock against his fingers; Eddie hisses, recoiling a little from the touch, and Steve’s eyes widen, mind reeling.
“Wait, really?”
“Don’t laugh at me,” Eddie mumbles into his skin.
“I’m not. Just… wow. Would’ve thought you’d at least resist touching yourself, for all you’ve been preaching about patience,” he teases gently. Payback.
“I didn’t,” Eddie admits with a strained groan, raising his head and meeting Steve’s eyes, his face bright red. "I didn't touch myself."
“Oh my god,” Steve feels a grin spreading across his face. He’s not making fun of Eddie, he’s really not, but he’s so amazed by the admission he can’t help it. “Wow. That’s— um. When?”
Eddie’s face gets even redder, as if that were possible.
“The— uh. The first time sucking you off. Jesus H. Christ, baby, the noises you were making. It was so fucking hot, I just— well.” He gestures to his crotch.
Steve giggles giddily, nuzzling at Eddie’s neck, wraps an arm around Eddie and snuggles even closer, sighing. He knows he’ll be thinking about this later, a lot. It definitely does something to his ego, knowing that he could do this to Eddie. Make him climax without a single touch. But Eddie seems embarrassed about it, and Steve can’t find the right words to reassure him right now, his brain still feels like useless goo.
“Guess I lost the game,” he says instead to change the subject. “Got scary for a moment there, I thought you’d stop again. Wouldn’t make me come, if the game’s over.”
“Hey, you know I’d never, right, Stevie? The point isn’t… win or lose, I just wanted us to have fun.” Eddie hesitates, his fingers drawing random patterns on Steve’s back. “Did you? Have fun?” He asks, a little bit of insecurity in his voice.
“Oh yeah.” Steve draws back so that his boyfriend could see his huge, sappy grin. “You never disappoint with your weird games, Eds. I always have fun with you.” He kisses Eddie softly and snuggles up to him again, his eyes drooping closed. “Mmm. Shower later, babe? I’m sleepy.”
“Don’t you wanna get on the bed?”
“Nuh-huh. Comfy here.”
“Okay,” Steve feels Eddie’s chest rumble as he laughs quietly. “Love you, sweetheart.”
“Love you too,” is the last thing Steve mumbles before the pleasant exhaustion he can feel deep in his bones takes him over completely, and he dozes off under the gentle hands of Eddie's still caressing his skin.
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