Written for @steddiemicrofic!
'MICRO' wc: 555 | rated: E | cw: N/A | Tags: Small Penis Appreciation, Fighting as Foreplay, Bullying, Blowjobs, Oral Sex, don't bully me you'll cum
Steve likes it when Eddie pushes him around, and this time he makes a discovery he likes even more.
All Steve thinks to do when Eddie shoves him to the ground is to knee-walk back to him. He raises his eyebrows up at him, grabs his hips, and pretends it didn’t hurt.
“What’re you doing?” Eddie asks, lightly pushing at Steve’s forehead.
“Don’t be stupid,” Steve says, ducking away from it.
Smugness settles in Steve’s chest as he wiggles Eddie’s hips back and forth.
“If you want to push me around, you’ll have to deal with the consequences,” he says, then starts to unbuckle Eddie’s belt.
“Uh—” Eddie says again, putting his palm back on Steve’s forehead. He just rests it there. “Yeah. I know. Like... like anger. Or retaliation.”
“This is retaliation,” Steve says, pulling his belt out. Eddie just stares, so he pops the button of his jeans, pulls down the zipper, and opens them up.
“Steve—” Eddie croaks. “What—I don’t get it. We were just fighting.”
“Yeah, you were being a real bully,” Steve smirks, then presses his face between his legs, against his boxers. Eddie gasps. “You know that gets me hot.”
Steve nods, finding his dick with his nose, realizing with a mix of shock and interest that it’s pretty small—he doesn’t mean to moan. He feels Eddie’s hips jerk back and he grabs them again, holding him in place as he opens his mouth around him, using his spit to get his boxers all wet.
Steve pulls back, disappointed, and meets Eddie’s eyes.
“You don’t want me to blow you?” he asks, point blank, watching Eddie’s mouth open and close.
“That’s... well,” Eddie says, swallowing. “I guess you already—I guess...”
“C’mon man, go back to bullying me,” Steve scoffs.
Eddie’s teeth click shut and he nods. Steve gives him a moment to get over himself, then tugs Eddie’s boxers down. Eddie’s fingers grip Steve’s hair while he gets a good look at him. He was right. Eddie’s dick is really small—it suits him, but not in the way that people laugh about. He’s not sure how to make micro sound like a compliment, so he just leans forward and gets it in his mouth.
“Fuck,” Eddie groans, pulling hard on Steve’s hair.
Steve rubs his tongue against the underside of his dick—feeling it jerk inside his mouth makes him squeeze himself through his pants. Later on he’ll get Eddie to be mean to him about it, make him take it, to grind against his face and cum all over him. For now he traces his tongue along the edge of his foreskin, feeling Eddie’s whole body jerk.
“Watch out,” Eddie gasps.
Steve doesn’t know what that means—is he going to come? Did that hurt?—so he continues doing it, trying to goad him into being rougher. He thinks he could do this all day—kneel here with his lips pressed to his pubes for hours. Eddie’s balls tighten against his chin and finally he shoves his hips forward, throbbing hard before exploding in Steve’s mouth.
When he’s done and he slumps back against the wall, and Steve doesn’t want to leave, so he follows, still sucking; swallowing his cum, pulling gasps of pain out of him, until Eddie forces him to stop.
“Okay—Okay okay,” Eddie says, pushing him back hard enough to make him land on his ass. “Okay. Fuck.”
“See? Retaliation,” Steve smirks.
