A Walloping Good Time
This is my fic for @fredshechinger for the @steddieexchange! Hope you enjoy! Thanks so much to @dame-zoom-a-latte as always for the beta. Check out their exchange fic from last year, and get ready for their fantastic one for this year!
Rating: Explicit Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Word Count: 12K Tags: Transmasculine Steve Harrington, BDSM Dynamics, BDSM Scene, Soft Dom Eddie Munson, Sub Steve Harrington, Spanking, Impact Play, Aftercare, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Miscommunication, Kissing, Dry Humping, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex, Deepthroating, Face-Fucking, Facials, Come Marking, Orgasm Edging, Pussy Spanking, mild mentions of past transphobia, Wet & Messy, Fluff and Smut Summary:
Eddie cut him off. “No sorries from you.” He put a finger under Steve’s chin and tilted his face up. “You did fucking amazing, Stevie. A perfect sub from the get-go. Like you were born for it.” Steve’s face heated up with a blush. “I—I did?” “You did,” Eddie confirmed with a nod. “11/10. Would spank again.” ====== Eddie and Steve encounter each other at a kink club over a decade after high school.
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Steve wished he could just sink into the sofa and disappear. In his relaxed jeans and colorful striped polo, he stuck out like the world's sorest thumb. A thumb that had been banged repeatedly with a huge hammer. He watched as a woman clad only in a leather thong and a collar passed in front of him, and crossed his arms more tightly over his chest. He should've followed Robin to the bar; sitting here by himself was even worse than knocking elbows with people. He needed to stop letting Robin strong-arm him into these situations.
It had all started a few days ago. He and Robin had been sitting on the couch together while Steve dissected his most recent unsatisfying sexual encounter.
“So, I asked him to spank me,” Steve said, “and he just sort of tapped me real lightly on the ass. Like I barely even felt it! So, I said, ‘You can do it harder than that. Spank me like you mean it.’ And he just sort of stared at me with this terrified look in his eyes.”
Robin was giving him that look she got when he was annoying her. She grabbed the bowl of popcorn from his hands and grumpily chewed on a few kernels without responding.
“What?” Steve asked. “Why are you giving me that look?”
Robin sighed. "Steve, you can't keep expecting that these randos you meet in a bar will be ready to dive into legit impact play with you," Robin pointed out, probably correctly.
“Is it so hard to just spank someone?” Steve asked, chagrined. “I thought most guys would be into that!”
Robin rolled her eyes at him. "You can’t just spring that on someone! You’ve gotta talk it out first, set ground rules and make sure everyone knows what they’re doing.”
Steve could already feel it coming. She was gonna start talking about the BDSM club again, a topic she would not shut up about.
Sure enough, the next words out of her mouth were, “Why don't you come to the kink club with me? I'm going Friday."
Steve wrinkled his nose. "That's so regimented though. There's, like, wristbands and all that, I'd feel like I was in a meat market or something. I want it to be natural. Organic."
"Lotta weird grocery store references there," Robin said with a grimace.
Steve shrugged. "The comparison works."
Robin sighed. "If you’re not going to come with me, then you’ve gotta stop this whole thing you’ve been doing. Where you complain ad nauseum about not getting what you want, when there’s a place you go specifically for it. There would be dudes lining up to wallop that ass if you came to the club." She motioned appreciatively at his lower half.
Steve could tell she was truly irritated, not just the low-level sibling-type irritation that thrummed through their relationship at all times. So he'd agreed. Against his better judgment.
So now he was here, at the kink club on a Friday night, in all his sore-thumb glory. He even sported a green-and-white wristband marking him as a sub looking to play. Robin was taking forever at the bar.
The sofa sank beside him, and he snapped, "it's about time," in the few seconds before he turned his head and realized it wasn’t Robin.
The man who'd sat beside him, a lanky guy with unruly curly brown hair and a smile Steve found shockingly familiar, threw back his head and laughed. Steve did a double-take, scanning over the other man’s face and confirming his suspicion. It was Eddie Munson. From high school. Steve hadn’t seen him since he’d left Hawkins ten years ago. Had Eddie recognized Steve? Probably not. Steve had… changed, quite a lot.
"Didn't realize you were waiting for me, sweetheart, or I would have come sooner," Eddie said, leaning into Steve's space. Steve's eyes darted down to the other man's wrist—green and red, a Dom looking to play.
"Shit, sorry!" Steve said with a wince. "Thought you were my friend coming back from the bar."
Eddie pouted. Had his lips always been that… luscious?
"Not looking anymore, then?" Eddie nodded at Steve's wrist.
"No, I am!" Steve hastened to say, his mind already conjuring images of Eddie wailing on him with a whip. "Just—that wasn't an attempt at a pick-up line. Before."
Eddie's eyes narrowed. "Hey, do I know you? You been here before?"
"Uhhhh…" Steve trailed off. It wouldn’t be a lie to say they didn’t know each other. Eddie didn’t really know Steve. He knew who Steve used to be—Tiffany. But the idea of withholding the information from Eddie just felt wrong. Steve would want to know if he was about to be spanked by someone he knew from high school, even they had changed a lot, so he might as well extend the courtesy to Eddie.
"Yeah," Steve began slowly. "I used to be—"
Eddie's face cleared and he slapped a hand over Steve's mouth before Steve could utter his deadname. "I know," Eddie said. "Just figured it out. You don't need to tell me who you were. Who are you now?" Eddie removed his hand from Steve's mouth.
Warmth spread through Steve's chest at the gesture. "St-Steve," he stammered. "Steve Harrington."
Eddie nodded. "Pleased to remake your acquaintance, Steve. I'm still Eddie." His lips curled up into a wicked grin. "But you can call me Sir."
Desire pulsed through Steve's lower belly. Eddie Munson was cute, in a rough sort of way. He hadn't been Steve's type when they were back in high school, with Steve still pretending to be the perfect Midwestern girl. But Steve had begun to lean toward the more alternative as he'd changed and aged. He swept his eyes over Eddie's lean figure. Eddie wore skin-tight leather pants that showed a sizable bulge in the crotch region, and a sheer tank top that displayed skin covered in tattoos.
Steve swallowed past a knot in his throat. "Yes, Sir," he replied.
Eddie's smile widened. "What are you looking for tonight, Steve?"
Steve blushed. He'd never been asked that so explicitly before. He’d always needed to just hint at what he wanted so he wouldn’t scare people away before he even got them home.
"Impact play," Steve said, startled that he managed to get the words out so easily. There was something about Eddie that made Steve feel like he could say anything.
Eddie nodded. "That’s a favorite past-time of mine as well. Any particular preferences about what you want me to use? Where you want me to hit, positioning, et cetera?"
Steve was tempted to defer the way he usually did with partners, to tell Eddie he could do whatever he wanted. But he'd come here specifically to get what he wanted for once.
"No preference of what you use, but I want it on my ass and upper thighs. I'd like to be bent over something. Pants down, but thong and shirt still on." He’d been graced with relatively little dysphoria once he’d gotten through top surgery and the T had really started to work its magic, but he still preferred to keep some parts of himself covered in front of strangers. He didn't want to get distracted by thinking about what Eddie thought of his scars and hole when he could be focusing on the pain.
Eddie clapped his hands together. "Perfect! It sounds like a scene I will heartily enjoy. I believe there's an open room over yonder," Eddie said, waving toward a hallway. Steve had forgotten how much of a nerd Eddie was. It was endearing.
Eddie stood up and held out a hand to Steve. "We can discuss the minutiae in there. Care to join me?"
Steve took Eddie's hand, which was cool and rough, with calluses on his fingertips. Steve had a vague memory of him being in a band, and wondered if he still was.
They passed near the bar, where Robin was busy chatting with a tiny blonde girl. She saw Steve walking past hand-in-hand with Eddie and gave him a wide grin and a thumbs up.
"Spectators?" Eddie asked after they entered the room, one hand on the doorknob.
Steve shook his head, and Eddie shut the door and flicked the switch on the wall that would tell people the room was occupied and private.
Eddie walked over to the wall, which was lined with all manner of toys. One section was specifically for impact play. He ran his hands over the whips and paddles and switches, then turned back to Steve.
"How hard are you thinking?" Eddie asked. "And have you done this before?"
"Um, not sure. I've been spanked before, but never as hard as I wanted. Nobody's ever used anything other than their hand."
Eddie put a forefinger and thumb on his chin and hummed thoughtfully while his eyes scanned over the toys. "Then I'll take it slow tonight. Get you used to the feel of it."
Steve frowned. That wasn't what he wanted. "No, I—I don't want you to take it slow. That's why I came here."
Eddie raised his eyebrows, then reached out quicker than Steve would have thought possible and grabbed Steve by the chin.
"Who's in charge here, Steve?" he asked, his voice a low growl. A spark of heat shot into Steve’s pelvis. He clenched his thighs together against the throbbing that had started up in his hole.
"Y-you are, Sir," Steve replied, automatically. The 'Sir' came so naturally to him, with Eddie.
Eddie let go of Steve’s chin and gave him a firm nod. "That's right. I will test your limits, and it is going to hurt, but I'm not going all out on a newbie."
"Alright, Sir," Steve whispered.
“What’s your safeword?” Eddie asked.
“Cellar,” Steve said. Eddie raised his eyebrows. Steve shrugged. “It’s a neat word,” Steve explained. “Easy to say, but hard to mix up with anything else.”
“I dig it,” Eddie said, and Steve thrilled at the approval. “My safeword is grunge,” Eddie added.
Steve frowned in confusion. Had Eddie misunderstood? Did he think Steve was going to reciprocate with the spanking? That wasn't what Steve had wanted. “But I’m not gonna be doing anything to you.”
“Still need a safeword, for any sort of play,” Eddie explained. “Even Doms need to tap out sometimes.”
Steve didn’t really get it, but he nodded his assent. "Alright. Grunge."
Eddie turned back to the toys, and grabbed a paddle, hefting it in his hand. “Just the impact play tonight?” Eddie asked over his shoulder.
Steve wondered if Eddie meant did Steve want to have sex as well. Steve wouldn't be against it, but would Eddie want to have sex with Steve? Probably not. Eddie had been fully and vocally gay in high school, unrepentant in his lack of attraction for the female sex. And sure, Steve was a man, but he was a man who'd been turned down way too many times by cis purportedly gay men on Grindr due to his downstairs situation. No matter how angry it made Robin, transphobia within the gay community was a fact of life for a queer trans man.
He took the coward’s way out, and didn't bring up the possibility of sex. "Right, just the impact play. I want to really try it out, don't want to cross any wires by mixing it with something else."
"Very wise, you are," Eddie said, tapping a finger to Steve’s forehead. No one had ever called Steve wise before. In fact, people were usually making fun of how dumb he was. It felt nice, hearing it from Eddie.
"Anything in particular you find helpful during aftercare?" Eddie asked.
Steve had heard of aftercare before, of course he had. But he hadn't ever actually done a scene, so hadn't needed it. "Um. Not sure." He fidgeted awkwardly, bouncing from foot to foot. Eddie was probably starting to regret taking on a newbie.
"That's alright," Eddie said, and seemed like he meant it, soothing some of Steve's embarrassment. "What are some things that help you when you're feeling overwhelmed in your day-to-day life?"
Steve thought about it for a moment. In general, now that he'd been in his post-transition body for nearly a decade, he was a pretty content and level-headed guy. But sometimes the chatter in his brain still got loud, and when that happened he needed touch.
"I guess I just like to be touched," Steve said. "When I get really stressed, Robin—my roommate— gives me a lot of hugs and plays with my hair and draws symbols on my back. Stuff like that. Sometimes, if it's really bad, she'll, like, lay completely on top of me. That helps."
Eddie bobbed his head up and down. "Great, perfect. Grounding touch. I can do that. Any areas off limits?"
Steve felt like he should probably be okay with everything, as a sub. Wouldn't it be kind of annoying to come in here asking to be dominated and then set limits on what parts of his body the Dom could touch? He twisted the hem of his shirt in his hands, trying to work up the courage to lie and say he'd be okay with anything. Eddie narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"It's okay to set boundaries here, Steve," Eddie said earnestly. "Not just okay, it's encouraged. I don't want to touch you anywhere you don't want to be touched."
"Uh, alright. Then I guess I don't want you to touch either of my holes, or my dick, or any of the stuff around there. And I don't want you to touch my chest." He said it all so fast he had to take a big breath once he was done. "Everything else is okay, though."
Eddie gave him a dorky little salute. "Noted. If that changes at any time, if I touch you somewhere you don't like, even if you didn't say it was off-limits, you let me know, alright?"
Steve nodded. "Alright."
"Good boy," Eddie said with a wide grin, and Steve nearly melted. The effect of those two words was instantaneous and intense. Eddie was calling him good, a good boy. He didn't realize until the words came out of Eddie's mouth how much he'd been aching to hear them for his whole life.
"Ready to get started?" Eddie said, holding up the paddle.
Steve nodded. Eddie pointed to a low, padded bench.
"Take off your pants, and kneel in front of that." Eddie's voice had subtly changed. It was a little deeper, and he spoke more slowly, carefully pronouncing each word. Steve shivered with anticipation.
Steve toed off his sneakers then unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down his legs and stepping out of them. He stepped over to the bench and knelt on padded foam arranged strategically on the ground in just the spot he needed. Eddie walked up behind Steve, pulling the hem of his shirt up with the paddle to look at Steve's ass.
"Nice ass, Stevie," Eddie said. "And I gotta admit the polo shirt is really doing it for me. Love the thought of giving a preppy little jock like you his just desserts."
Eddie placed a hand between Steve's shoulders and pushed him lightly forward, so his chest was pressed against the bench and his ass was sticking out. Steve braced his hands on the floor in front of him, shifting a bit to center his weight on his chest rather than his belly.
"Comfortable?" Eddie asked.
Steve nodded. It actually was pretty comfortable, with all the padding.
"Yeah, comfortable," Steve replied.
"Okay. I'm gonna just use my hand to get started and warm you up," Eddie explained. "I'll check in with you using the stoplight system. You know it?"
"Yep," Steve confirmed. "Green means keep going, yellow means slow down and check in, red means stop."
"Beautiful," Eddie enthused, patting Steve on a shoulder. Steve could get used to being praised every time he answered a simple question. It made him feel all warm and fuzzy. "I'm going to touch you now. Just a touch, not a smack. Alright?"
"Sure," Steve said, then he felt Eddie's warm, callused palm resting on his right ass cheek. Eddie petted lightly over that cheek, then moved to the other, ending with a firm squeeze.
"Very nice ass," Eddie muttered, so softly Steve wasn't even sure if he was supposed to hear. "Ready?" Eddie asked in a louder voice. "I'm gonna smack you a few times to warm you up."
"Ready," Steve confirmed.
Eddie's hand came down on Steve's ass with a loud slap, then came down again on the other cheek. It was a sharp, stinging sort of pain, not a particularly intense sensation. Just like the lackluster smacks he'd gotten from his dates recently. Was this going to be another disappointment?
"How'd that feel?" Eddie asked.
"Felt fine," Steve said. "Barely even hurt," he added, unable to keep the slightly annoyed tone out of his voice.
Eddie just laughed. "Ah, I thought you might be a brat. Looks like I was right."
Steve wasn't sure what Eddie meant by that, but Eddie’s hand came down again on Steve's ass, quickly chasing any thoughts from his mind. The slaps were harder this time, four in quick succession on each cheek. Steve squirmed forward involuntarily, following his body’s instinctual reaction to the slaps. The space between his thighs heated up, his arousal mounting in direct contradiction to the pain his body was trying to run from.
“That better, my liege?” Eddie asked mockingly.
“Y-yes,” Steve stammered. He took a deep breath, and added, “But I can take more.”
“I’m sure you can, sweetheart. But who did we say was in charge here?”
“You, Sir,” Steve answered immediately.
“So who gets to decide how much you can take and when?”
“You do, Sir.” Steve fell into this call and response easily, like it was second nature.
“That’s right, baby.” Eddie caressed Steve’s ass gently. Steve sank into the bench, Eddie’s approval and gentle touches turning his body into jelly. Then, with no warning, Eddie slapped his upper thigh.
Steve hadn’t been expecting the change of location, or even a slap at all. He let out a squeak of surprise and jerked forward, hitting his hipbones on the padded edge of the bench. Eddie laughed again, the gleeful tones filling the room around them.
“Alright, I think you’re ready for the paddle.” Eddie shifted, and Steve heard the sound of him grabbing the paddle from where it lay on the floor. Steve braced himself for a hit, but all he got was Eddie’s hand placed gently on the small of his back.
“Relax, sweetheart,” Eddie said, tracing soothing circles onto Steve’s skin. Steve shuddered. He loved the soft way Eddie touched him like this. He loved the soft names Eddie called him. All while he was getting ready to hit him. It was a weird juxtaposition, but it was really working for Steve. “I’m not gonna hit you out of nowhere,” Eddie continued. “Not yet, anyway.” Steve could hear the smirk in his voice. “Color?”
“Green,” Steve whispered.
Eddie leaned forward until his whole body was draped over Steve’s back, and placed a chaste kiss at the nape of Steve’s neck.
“I’m going to just place the paddle against your skin for a moment, gently, to get you used to the way it feels,” Eddie whispered. His hands traced up and down Steve’s sides, stroking him through his shirt, but never straying toward his chest, clearly respecting the boundary. The feeling of Eddie pinning him to the bench was driving Steve a little wild. His cock throbbed, and it took all his willpower to keep himself from rubbing it against the bench.
Eddie pushed himself off of Steve’s back and rested the paddle against the skin of Steve’s ass. It was cool and soft, the leather-covered surface even and well-maintained.
“Feel alright?” Eddie asked.
“Yes,” Steve said, with a sigh. His whole body was starting to feel loose and heavy. If the bench hadn’t been there, he knew he would just sink into the floor.
“Okay, we’ll start with one hit, just a trial,” Eddie said. “On three.” Steve’s body tensed slightly in anticipation, but it wasn’t enough to fully overwhelm his relaxed state. Eddie began to count. “One. Two. Three.” On three, he hit Steve with the paddle.
Steve exhaled forcefully at the sensation, then melted further into the bench. It hadn’t necessarily hurt more than the hand, but it was different. The paddle covered a much larger area, spanning both of his ass cheeks, and delivered the force of the blow more evenly. It left Steve with a dull ache, and a stinging sensation around the edges.
“How was that?”
“G-good,” Steve stammered. “Liked it, Sir.” He added the last bit on without even thinking. The word came out so naturally around Eddie, when he wouldn’t have dreamed of saying it in front of any of his previous partners with anything resembling a straight face.
“Great. So good to hear, Stevie. You’re doing wonderfully.”
Steve beamed at the bench beneath him. It didn’t matter that Eddie couldn’t see his face; he couldn’t contain the joy he felt at being wonderful for Eddie.
“Can you give me a color?” Eddie asked.
“Green,” Steve said immediately. He’d never been greener.
“Perfect. I’m gonna do a few in a row, now,” Eddie said, his voice low and soft. “You wanna count for me, beautiful?”
Steve nodded.
“Use your words, baby,” Eddie cajoled.
“Yes,” Steve whispered. “I’ll count for you. Anything.”
“Alright.” Eddie sounded pleased.
Steve heard the paddle whoosh through the air, and felt the sharp bite of the leather as it hit his flesh. It ripped the breath from his lungs. Eddie waited. Finally, Steve stammered out, “O-one.”
Eddie hit him again, this time twice in a row. “Two, three,” Steve panted.
Again and again and again, all the way up to ten. Eddie moved the paddle slightly each time, including Steve’s upper thighs in the field of slaps. Steve was squirming uncontrollably by the end of the ten strokes, simultaneously desperate to get away from the pain and desperate to feel the warm glow of Eddie’s approval. His ass felt like it was on fire, the whole thing lit up from the repeated slaps. His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and his mind floated. He couldn’t concentrate on anything but Eddie and the pain. He wasn’t even sure where he was anymore.
“How are we doing, darling?” Eddie asked. “Color?”
Steve took in a few deep, heaving breaths. “I’m good,” he finally managed to squeak out. “Green. Sir.”
Eddie stroked a hand lightly down Steve’s back, trailing it over the aching flesh of his ass. “Looks beautiful like this. All red and angry. Covered in my marks. I could get used to this.”
Steve thrilled at the praise. He wanted Eddie to get used to this. He wanted to be Eddie’s plaything.
Eddie draped himself across Steve’s back again. The leather of his pants felt cool against Steve’s red-hot skin. Eddie’s hard cock poked against Steve’s lower back, and Steve preened at the knowledge that he’d done that to Eddie. His hole throbbed with the desire to feel Eddie inside of him. He wished he’d asked for sex, too.
“You think you can take more?” Eddie whispered in Steve’s ear, his breath tickling against the sensitive shell.
“’S not my choice,” Steve muttered, the words coming out without conscious thought. “Up to you, Sir.”
Eddie sighed with very audible pleasure as his hips thrust forward into Steve’s back. It hurt. It felt amazing. “God, you’re perfect. Never would’ve expected this was how my night would go.”
Eddie stood back up, and Steve mourned the loss of the pressure of his body. “I think you can take five more, yeah?” Eddie said.
“Yes, Sir,” Steve replied automatically. “Whatever you want, Sir.”
All five of the hits were much harder than the first round. Steve wasn’t even able to count anymore, each slap pulling a guttural grunt of pain from him, and leaving no room for any further vocalization. By the last stroke, his body was pushing him up and off of the bench, completely unwilling to listen to the commands coming from his mind, desperate to just get away from the source of the onslaught. He fell off the front of the bench and collapsed onto the floor with a pathetic sob.
Eddie was there before the second sob made its way out of Steve’s mouth. Eddie sat on the floor, leaning back against the bench, and gathered the blubbering mess of Steve into his lap. At some point, Eddie had taken off his sheer shirt, and Steve gratefully buried his face into the bare skin of Eddie’s chest, snuffling against the patchy hair on his pecs.
Eddie ran his hands through Steve’s hair and made gentle shushing noises, rocking Steve back and forth in his arms. Steve was too far gone to understand much of what Eddie was saying, but all of it had something to do with how good Steve was, how perfect and handsome and brave.
Steve wasn’t sure how long he spent floating in Eddie’s arms as Eddie pressed kisses into his hair and whispered sweet nothings. Gradually, he came back to full awareness, to realize he was half-naked, face covered in tears and snot, the skin of his ass and upper thighs on fire.
He looked up at Eddie’s face, then back down at the man’s chest, covered in a mixture of Steve’s snot and tears.
“Oh, shit!” Steve said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
Eddie cut him off. “No sorries from you.” He put a finger under Steve’s chin and tilted his face up. “You did fucking amazing, Stevie. A perfect sub from the get-go. Like you were born for it.”
Steve’s face heated up with a blush. “I—I did?”
“You did,” Eddie confirmed with a nod. “11/10. Would spank again.”
That got a tiny laugh out of Steve.
“I feel like I went a little hard with you, though,” Eddie said, a frown creasing his face. “I should’ve probably dialed it back a notch, for your first time.”
Steve shook his head. “No. No way. That was perfect.”
Eddie graced Steve with a shy grin that brought out his dimples. “Yeah?” he asked. Steve was surprised to hear the uncertainty in his voice. He’d taken charge so easily in their scene, Steve never would’ve expected any doubts.
“Yeah,” Steve said. “11/10. Would be spanked again.”
Eddie’s smile got wider, his lips opening to show a set of lovely, slightly crooked teeth.
Steve glanced up at the clock in the room. It was already past midnight, though he’d come into the room with Eddie at 9:30. Steve wasn’t sure how that had happened, but Robin hated staying out too late. He needed to wrap this up.
“I gotta go,” Steve said with a sad smile. “Robin’s my ride, and she’s an early-to-bed kind of girl.”
Eddie looked a little sad. “You sure you’re okay to go? That was an intense session.”
“Yeah, I’m okay,” Steve confirmed. “You took really good care of me,” he added with a shy smile.
Eddie grinned in response. “Glad to hear it.” Eddie helped Steve to his feet and back into his jeans and shoes. Steve felt loose and wobbly; he needed the help.
Before he opened the door to their private room, Eddie turned back to Steve. He looked nervous, in a way he hadn’t all night. “D’you want to get coffee sometime?” Eddie asked. “To catch up. Maybe see if we’d want to do something like this again.” Eddie motioned at the room around them.
“Yeah,” Steve agreed, the blush coming back to grace his face once more. “I’d like that a lot.”
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