just one more drink, please come inside [one shot]
Explicit★Steddie★1400 Words★Complete
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Summary: ‘Man, this DJ really does suck,’ Eddie thought with no small amount of amusement as another poorly timed mix was allowed to play. In the poor guy’s defense, he was a little distracted
Part of my series of unrelated pwp fics after I got sad that a bunch of thot job options for Steve lost to bartender in a Tumblr poll.
CW: Public sex, Oral sex, Undernegotiated kink, Deepthroating, Throat pie, Eddie Munson is Steve Harrington’s good boy
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‘Man, this DJ really does suck,’ Eddie thought with no small amount of amusement as another poorly timed mix was allowed to play. In the poor guy’s defense, he was a little distracted.
With that thought, Eddie pulled back to catch his breath around the thick cock in his mouth, sucking and lapping at the head hungrily. Working the head was his favourite part of any blowjob, especially with particularly handsy partners like Steve apparently was. The hand twisting roughly in his hair was almost enough to make up for Eddie not being able to hear him.
The club was understandably loud, and Steve’s set-up was up a set of stairs so they were well out of sight. Honestly, if there wasn’t someone always up there, Eddie would consider it a great place for hook-ups. It was private and plenty intimate given the cramped space. It was a revelation because he never gave it much thought before. This domain was that of his best friends, Jeff and Gareth, so Eddie never dreamed of invading it.
But when Eddie looked up at the DJ booth to see who exactly was doing such a piss-poor job (since it obviously wasn’t either of his friends), he nearly choked on his own spit. The man upstairs spinning discs was absolutely gorgeous, and Eddie needed to know him immediately in the Biblical sense.
“Pretty sure none of the stuff that just came out of your mouth is in the Bible, Eddie,” Chrissy said blandly, but Eddie was already walking away and toward the stairs.
Eddie wasn’t even sure how he made it to the top because it felt like he just blinked and then he was standing in the booth next to the man. The gorgeous God in human flesh glanced at him with a raised eyebrow, his expression so beautifully bitchy that Eddie was ready to bend right over the turntable and offer up his hole.
“Hi,” Eddie said with a big grin, carefully placing his hand on the table and leaning heavily, tipping closer to the DJ until he leaned away a bit. “I’m Eddie.”
For a long moment, the DJ looked like he was going to ignore Eddie completely before he replied, “Steve.”
“Oh, that’s an easy name to remember. Steve,” Eddie said, as if testing the name on his tongue. Humming, Eddie tested it a few more times, his voice pitching up, going breathier on each repeat until he was outright moaning it.
“Can I help you?” Steve asked, and God, that bitchy expression was back and going straight to Eddie’s dick.
“Got a request for ya, big boy,” Eddie replied, his voice practically a purr as he leaned in even closer.
Somehow, Steve’s expression turned even bitchier, as if that would make Eddie any less ready to jump his fucking bones. Then he wordlessly pointed at the sign just over Eddie’s shoulder:
‘NO REQUESTS’
“Oh, no, it wasn’t going to be one of those requests. How silly of me not to specify,” Eddie said, jokingly popping himself on the forehead with the heel of his palm.
“Listen, man, I’m just a bouncer, but the DJ for tonight called in sick and I’m the only one on who knows anything about this shit. So, can you finish whatever game you’re playing?” Steve said with a huge exasperated sigh, and Eddie sort of felt bad for messing with him.
Only sort of.
Grinning, Eddie leaned in really close and murmured against Steve’s ear, “BJ for the DJ?”
Steve was caught so off-guard by the request that he snorted and blinked down at the turntable before looking back at Eddie’s shit-eating grin. “That your best line?”
“Is it working?” Eddie asked, raising an eyebrow knowingly at Steve.
Rolling his eyes with a sigh, Steve smiled almost grudgingly as he looked at the buttons again. “I’m off in an hour,” he finally replied, and Eddie giggled.
“No need to wait, big boy,” he crooned and before Steve could say anything, Eddie sidled between him and the turntable and slid to his knees underneath it.
‘Fuck, ‘big boy’ indeed,’ Eddie thought, moaning as he bobbed his head on Steve’s thick cock, his hole twitching at the thought of having that girth inside him. Sucking sloppily, Eddie reached up to fondle Steve’s heavy balls, rolling them gently in his hand and squeezing them just to see how he liked that. From the burst of salty precum on his tongue and the hand twisting viciously in his hair, Eddie figured he really liked that.
With a low sound, Eddie reached further back, just to press a fingertip against Steve’s taint, and the reaction was glorious. Yes, Steve’s hips jerked forward and gagged Eddie. Yes, the ensuing noise Eddie made around Steve’s cock and the amount of spit that dribbled from his mouth in thick strands were gross.
But, Jesus H Christ, did Eddie live for that rough treatment.
With a gurgling, desperate moan, Eddie curled his fingers into the belt loops on Steve’s pants and pulled him forward, hoping he got the hint. The beautiful, gorgeous, perfect man above him was quick to react, shifting the hand in his hair to the back of his head before driving his dick deep into Eddie’s mouth.
It got even messier from there, with Eddie gagging when he mistimed a swallow and spit and tears wetting his face, and Christ Steve was a vision above him. Eddie gazed up at him adoringly, watching the muscle in his jaw tense with every thrust, his eyes still resolutely on the turntable in front of him. The music was barely even audible to Eddie at this point, the only noises his ears were able to pick up being the sucking, wet slide of a cock inside his mouth and his own wanton sounds.
Then Steve tapped on Eddie’s head, a warning, and when Eddie just pressed closer the man dragged him forward until his nose was buried in the coarse cloud of hair around the base. Taking a slow breath in through his nose, Eddie closed his eyes and hummed, shivering happily as Steve spilled straight down his throat.
Eddie was painfully hard in his pants, and he wanted Steve’s hands on him so fucking badly, but when Eddie tried to pull him to the floor, the brute slapped his hands away. Whining around the softening cock in his mouth, Eddie looked pleadingly up at Steve through his tear-soaked lashes.
Steve swallowed thickly as he finally looked down at him. “I’m still on the clock,” he said, loud enough for Eddie to hear as he shifted his hips back, slipping out of Eddie’s mouth.
“I’m so fucking hard,” Eddie complained, and Steve pouted condescendingly down at him.
“Should’ve thought about that before you sucked my dick while I was at work,” Steve teased, and Eddie whined.
“How was I supposed to know you took your job so seriously?” he asked pitifully, and Steve just stuck his lip out further, mocking him. That wasn’t helping Eddie’s boner one bit.
With a put-upon sigh, Steve shifted his weight and slid a booted foot between Eddie’s legs. “If you can’t wait ‘till the end of my shift and you absolutely need me to get you off, there,” he said pointedly as he reached down and put his cock away before getting back to work on the turntable.
Eddie stared up at Steve, shocked, then down at the boot between his legs. The choice was agonizing—rub one out now on the floor under a turntable, or wait until Steve’s shift was over and then let the man take care of him properly. His dick begged for the former, and Eddie couldn’t help the way he rocked down against Steve’s foot.
But then he stopped himself, dropping his head against Steve’s hip with a whine as he lifted himself up onto his knees. “You’re so fucking mean,” he groused, and he shivered at the laugh that pulled from Steve. One of his big hands was petting his hair, as if trying to soothe him.
“Yeah, but I can tell you like ‘em mean, don’t you?” Steve asked, and this time when Eddie looked up, that bitchy expression was back and—oh, fuck, this guy had Eddie’s number the second he walked in there.
Shivering, Eddie dropped his forehead back against Steve’s hip and grinned down at the floor, settling in to wait until Steve’s shift ended.
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cut the lights and make me your oblivion [gift fic]
Explicit★Steddie★2217 words★Complete
Gift fic for the lovely @corrodedbisexual ! Happy birthday!!
Steve sits at his desk, looking over some of the plans for a new development his father was looking to build, but if he’s honest he hasn’t been reading them in a while.
It’s a battle to not look down. Steve knows he’ll break if he does, so he holds the folder in his hands a bit more strategically to aid in keeping his composure.
CW: Soft Dom Steve, sub Eddie, Good Boy Eddie, Cockwarming (Oral), Face-Fucking, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Creampie
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Steve sits at his desk, looking over some of the plans for a new development his father was looking to build, but if he’s honest he hasn’t been reading them in a while. Slouching back in his chair and shifting his hips closer to the edge of the seat, Steve sighs as his half-hard cock slides deeper into the wet heat wrapped around it. A contented, moaning sigh vibrates down the length, and Steve’s eyes cross as they flutter.
It’s a battle to not look down. Steve knows he’ll break if he does, so he holds the folder in his hands a bit more strategically to aid in keeping his composure.
That is, until he feels the slow, torturous trickle of spit down his cock and pooling at the base, dispersing in the thick thatch of curly hair on his balls. It’s ticklish and almost unpleasant, but it’s also so, so good it takes everything in him not to buck his hips up.
With a forced, put-upon sigh, Steve braces himself and says, “You’re drooling again, princess. Should I start calling you puppy instead if you keep this up?” He’s actually quite proud of how bland he was able to keep his tone with his hardening cock sitting inside a pliant, hot mouth.
Steve feels the whimper around his cock shoot up his spine and settle in his brain, hot and hazy, and then the mouth around his girth sucks wetly. It’s filthy, all those slurping and whimpering noises that gurgle up as the mouth on is dick swallows, and every fiber of Steve’s being focuses on not fucking that pretty, obedient mouth. By the time his perfect little cockwarmer is done cleaning up its mess, Steve is at full hardness and more than ready to be done with this particular part of the game.
Tossing the folder onto the desk, Steve finally looks down at Eddie—his perfect, beautiful Eddie, kneeling between his knees, naked except for a full set of leather cuffs, complete with a collar and belt. None of the cuffs are connected to each other or anything, they’re just there like a promise. Steve is struck with a recurring fantasy of putting a ring in the floor right where Eddie was kneeling to latch his wrist cuffs to, to ensure his good behaviour.
But Eddie was always such a good boy for Steve, he never actually had to make him behave like that.
Eddie’s eyes are half-lidded, dazed and hazy, his expression so blissful and faraway that Steve wishes he could endure this exquisite torture just a bit longer. He knows Eddie loves this, loves being used—his eagerness to please, to be useful showing itself. The moment Steve starts to feel another trickle of spit start, Eddie is quick to slurp it back up and swallow, his eyes fluttering as Steve feels his cock pulse.
“You’ve been such a good boy for me, princess,” Steve breathes, and Eddie’s blissed out expression shifts into something so happy, Steve’s heart aches with his affection. “Always so good for me.”
Eddie whimpers happily, the vibrations shivering though Steve’s core, and he obediently holds his mouth still. With another little sound, Eddie tilts his head to rest his cheek against Steve’s thigh, blinking lazily up at Steve as he waits. Steve doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to Eddie being so patient and still.
“I think you’ve earned a reward, even if you’ve been messy,” Steve says, stroking Eddie’s cheek, relishing in the way his eyes roll back at the promise of a reward. “How do you want my cock, sweet boy?”
Eddie—the perfect, gorgeous, good boy that he is—does not lift his mouth off of Steve’s cock without permission, even to answer a direct question. He knows that a question isn’t inherent permission to stop, knows that there are many ways he can answer Steve without his mouth.
Steve watches, eyes hungry and desperate, as Eddie reaches back and grabs his perfect little ass, spreading the cheeks and nudging the base of a thick plug Steve put there at the start of all of this. Eddie looks up at him pleadingly, his eyes glassy now that he was so close to getting his reward, and he arches his back enough that Steve can actually see the edge of the plug’s flared base. There it is, the impatience Steve always expects, but Eddie was still keeping it in check, still waiting and letting Steve control this.
“So sweet, so perfect,” Steve praises, cupping Eddie’s face in both hands. “You mind if I fuck your pretty mouth a bit first, princess?”
The sound Eddie makes is beautiful and needy, and Steve feels him open his throat where a couple of Steve’sfingers are resting just below his jaw. With a low sound, Steve slides his hands into Eddie’s hair and steadily pumps his hips up, his cock sliding deeper with every thrust until he hilts. With Eddie’s mouth and nose buried in the coarse hair at the base of Steve’s dick, eyes fluttering as he struggles to keep his throat open and tears streaming down his face, Steve drops back onto his chair and holds Eddie there.
“Jesus, princess, wanna come down your throat like this,” Steve sighs, smirking at the conflicted furrow of Eddie’s brow before he pulls the man’s mouth off his cock. His lips are red and shiny, his chin and throat slick with spit, and fuck, Steve wants to add the mess of his spend to this filthy picture. However, he’s rewarding Eddie and he gave the man a choice. He’d be a monster to go back on that, even if Eddie was happy to have either hole fucked and filled with cum. “But that will be next time, huh, princess?”
Eddie swallows thickly and looks like he’s about to agree, his brow furrowing as he puzzles out his next words. “Whatever you want, sir,” he manages, voice hoarse before he swallows again.
“Correct answer, sweet boy,” Steve croons, sliding back in his chair as he bends at the waist to drag Eddie into a demanding, sloppy kiss, groaning as he tastes the salt of his precum on Eddie’s tongue. Sitting back up, Steve orders, “Bend over the desk and hold your cheeks open.”
There’s a flurry of motion as Eddie scrambles up onto his feet, ushering over to the desk to do as he’s told, only to hesitate as he sees the papers and folders strewn across the top. Reaching around Eddie, Steve sweeps his arms across the desk and sends the documents and any pens or fidget gadgets to the floor. Eddie lets out a needy whimper before bending over the desk until his torso lay flat, his shaking hands reaching to spread his ass and show off the plug nestled in his hole. Steve can’t help but stare at the pretty picture Eddie makes, his pale, tattooed body cuffed and collared in black leather, quivering with need as he sprawls across the desk, presenting himself prettily, his own cock hanging heavily between his thighs, the tip shiny with precum.
Resting a tear-stained cheek on the desk, Eddie looks over his shoulder at Steve with a pretty pout, and Steve can’t drag this out anymore. When Steve stands, he sighs at how low the desk is and while he knows he can still fuck Eddie just fine, he doesn’t want to bust his back for this.
Lucky for him, his father insisted on standing desks for everyone, even if no one actually used them as such.
With a grunt, Steve grabs the edge of his desk and, hitting the kick-lever to unlock the lifting mechanism, he lifts the desk and Eddie until his cock was resting on Eddie’s tailbone. It wasn’t a huge difference in height, but it was enough and Steve had the delight of watching Eddie’s eyes widen and him biting his lip roughly with a needy whimper.
“What was that, princess?” Steve asks as he fishes the bottle of lube back out of his pocket and starts slicking his cock. “You have my permission to say exactly what was on your mind.”
“That’s so fucking hot when you do that, sir,” Eddie says with a shudder, keening when Steve pulls the plug out of his ass without warning. “When you lift the whole thing like that.”
“Yeah?” Steve asks with a knowing smirk as he lines up against Eddie’s twitching hole.
When Eddie opens his mouth to elaborate, Steve shoves his cock inside, knocking a strangled cry out of him instead as he bottoms out with one, swift thrust. Now that he’s buried to the hilt in tight, clenching heat, Steve can’t stop himself from taking what he needs. Before he’s even consciously aware of it, Steve is fucking Eddie with quick snaps of his hips, gripping the thick leather belt around his midsection for leverage.
Beneath him, Eddie is whining and writhing, gasping out sweet little pleas and encouragements, begging prettily for more, for harder, and Steve is past the point of being able to deny him. Steve drops to his elbows above Eddie, not even pausing the brutal slaps of his hips against his ass before dragging him back just enough to get a hand underneath him and around his cock. Eddie screams as Steve starts to stroke him, using the leftover lube on his hand to ease the way, and begs wordlessly for a kiss.
Steve strains upward, grinding his hips against Eddie as he kisses him sloppily, breathlessly before pulling back to resume his punishing pace.
“Want you to come when you have to, sweet boy,” Steve gasps out, knowing his own release was just a handful of thrusts away. He literally could not drag this out even if he wanted to, and he needs Eddie to come first. “Don’t need to ask, you’ve earned it, princess.”
The way Eddie almost immediately shakes apart beneath Steve—whimpering and sobbing out a litany of gratitude as his hot release spills over Steve’s fist—hits Steve like a punch in the gut. Eddie’s hole clenches with each pulse of his release, squeezing Steve’s cock rhythmically as he fucks the man through and past the aftershocks of his orgasm.
Soon, Eddie’s whimpers become something more pained, overwhelmed, but instead of begging for mercy, Eddie cries, “Please, Stevie, inside me! Cum inside me!”
If Steve wasn’t already so far gone, he would probably be a bit mean. The speaking out of turn, the switch back to his name, the demand—all of this, Eddie knew was against the loose set of rules they had set. If Steve was able to think properly, he would pull out and stroke himself off onto the floor, not even giving Eddie the pleasure of having his back painted with his cum for his slip-up.
Maybe it means that Steve is too soft, but he doesn’t care. He can come inside Eddie now, and punish him for his insubordination later. It was a win-win.
“Here you go, baby,” Steve grunts, the coil in his gut snapping as his release washes over him.
Eddie practically wails as Steve empties himself inside him, his cock jumping in the hand that was still working the length of it. Distantly, Steve registers that Eddie’s hole was squeezing around him as he came again and he lets out a low, shivering moan as he stutters to a halt.
They rested on top of the desk, Steve’s softening cock buried deep in Eddie’s twitching entrance as he laid on top of him, panting breathlessly against his pale shoulder before giving it a slow, biting kiss. Letting go of Eddie’s cock, Steve mindlessly lifts his cum-soaked hand toward Eddie’s face, and the man immediately begins lapping up his mess with needy, breathy little noises.
Sighing, Steve stands back up on shaking legs to grab the lube. His fingers were still in Eddie’s greedy mouth, so one-handed, he pours a bit of lube over the plug sitting on the desk next to them, rolling the toy in the puddle that formed around it to coat it more thoroughly. With a low sound, Steve finally shifts back enough that his softened cock can slip out of Eddie’s hole, only waiting long enough to see a hint of his cum dripping out before stuffing the plug back inside Eddie.
“Gotta keep you nice and full, princess,” Steve coos, rolling Eddie over so he can coax him into a hungry, desperate kiss that was mostly tongue as they pant against each other.
“Thank you, sir,” Eddie whimpers sweetly when Steve pulls away, his lashes wet with unshed tears.
“Thank you, sweetheart. You were such a good boy for me,” Steve says, grinning at the way Eddie preens before kissing him again. When he pulls back this time, it’s only a hair's breadth away as he whispers, “I love you.”
Eddie’s grin is so bright it feels like Steve should be blinded by it, feeling like he’s undeserving of such unabashed delight and happiness. Yet, somehow it’s still his and Steve wasn’t going to question it anymore like he used to.
“I love you, too, Stevie,” Eddie replies before burying his hands in Steve’s hair and pulling him into a deeper, more demanding kiss.
grow back your sharpest teeth (you know my desire)
Rated E | Steddie Week Day 7: Free Space | 5600 Words | Complete
“Wouldn’t you be Ken, though?”
Steve had hoped Eddie would ask a question like that and he had to refrain from punching the air and ruining his punchline.
“I come with all the coolest accessories, so clearly I’m still Barbie,” Steve retorted, his voice going just a bit deeper as he leaned closer to Eddie.
This is my final entry for @steddie-week Day 7: Free Space and holy moly
CW: This is a transmasc Steve Harrington fic and he, like me, does not have bottom-dysphoria and the fic refers to his genitalia with a mixture of feminine & masculine terminology. ADDITIONALLY, this fic features a novelty strap-on and breeding kink.
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“This is the dumbest, silliest, most ridiculous idea you’ve ever come up with, Dingus,” Robin said fondly as she followed Steve down the street.
“That’s a lot of words for ‘completely genius,’ Robs,” Steve sniffed indignantly, ignoring Robin’s raised eyebrow.
“So, this has nothing to do with a certain tattoo artist you’ve been trying to seduce for months?” she asked knowingly, and Steve stood up straighter.
When Steve had met Eddie Munson a year ago, he had instantly fallen for him and had lamented that fact to Robin in excruciating detail. They’d met each other when Dustin finally talked Steve into joining a one-shot at his nerdy club thing. Had Dustin disclosed that the DM was literally the hottest man on the planet, Steve would’ve agreed a lot quicker to joining the table.
Not only was Eddie hot, though: he was hilarious and sweet, plus he was a tattoo artist and he played guitar, and Steve was also pretty sure he sang. Either way, Steve was very much into him, and he was sure that the feelings were reciprocated but it was impossible to actually get Eddie alone and ask him out.
Then Robin jokingly brought up getting matching tattoos and Steve had an idea.
See, when Robin “jokingly” mentioned something, that usually meant she was serious about it but was presenting it as a joke to blow it off if someone thought it was stupid. The thing was, Steve never thought her ideas were stupid, especially not the ideas as brilliant as getting matching tattoos of the Barbie logo.
They could go to Eddie for the tattoos, and while Eddie was working on him, Steve could finally talk to him a bit more one-on-one, making his intentions clear. It was perfect.
“Of course, this has something to do with Eddie, but it’s also just a completely genius idea, Robs,” Steve said easily, grinning over at her as they reached the door to the shop.
Once they were inside, Steve took a look around and saw that the place was empty. They were the last appointments of the day, Eddie had said, so Steve wasn’t too shocked.
At the sound of the door chiming, Eddie poked his head out of the office in the back and grinned, his dimples on full display and making Steve’s heart stutter.
“Hey! You’re early,” Eddie said as he walked out to greet them properly. “I’ve got a couple designs done for you to choose from.”
Soon they were huddled around a battered iPad, discussing the designs Eddie drew up based on the Barbie logo until they decided on one that they both liked the best.
“I want mine in baby blue, and Steve wants his in Barbie pink,” Robin said, and Eddie laughed warmly at that.
“Listen, normally I don’t care about the tattoos my clients get, but since you’re friends I’m really curious,” Eddie confessed, gesturing at the design. “Why the Barbie logo?”
Robin laughed a bit nervously and Steve spoke up. “I mean, you know we’re both trans, right? Well, Barbie is the ideal, she’s everything, so especially for Robs here, she’s kind of a huge deal. Y’know?”
Eddie nodded with a grin. “That’s sick, I love it,” he said before turning a sly look at Steve. “Wouldn’t you be Ken, though?”
Steve had hoped Eddie would ask a question like that and he had to refrain from punching the air and ruining his punchline.
“I come with all the coolest accessories, so clearly I’m still Barbie,” Steve retorted, his voice going just a bit deeper as he leaned closer to Eddie.
Just as he’d hoped, Eddie blushed lightly and he glanced at Steve’s mouth, just like he always did when Steve flirted. Then Eddie laughed breathlessly, and he smirked suggestively.
“I bet you do, big boy,” he teased, and Steve had to hold back from cheering loudly as once again, Eddie played into the little script he’d practiced all week.
“You can always come over sometime and see for yourself,” Steve offered almost innocently if not for the way he nudged Eddie’s ankle with his foot. “Maybe even take a couple for a spin?”
Eddie’s eyes widened and his face turned a gorgeous shade of red before he cleared his throat. “Stevie, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were asking me out,” Eddie said with an almost nervous laugh and Steve nearly screamed in frustration. Why was this man so oblivious?
“You apparently don’t actually know better,” Steve pressed then added firmly, “I wouldn’t say no to taking you out for dinner.”
Eddie blinked at Steve, his mouth falling open before he closed it quickly with a click. “Okay, yeah, sure,” Eddie said, sounding a bit strangled as he glanced at Steve’s mouth and then he stood up. “I’m going to print the stencils and we’ll get started?”
“Sounds good!” Robin said brightly. The moment Eddie disappeared into his office she turned on Steve with a shocked expression. “I cannot actually believe—oh my god, is that the Harrington Charm you’re always going on about?”
Steve smirked a bit, more than a little bit smug. “I mean, yeah,” he said with a heavy dose of fake modesty.
“Wow, that was… wow,” Robin huffed with an incredulous laugh.
When Eddie returned, they returned to the friendly banter they normally had, though there were more than a few lingering glances between him and Steve. Robin went first, getting hers done on her ribs which she didn’t even flinch through. Steve was impressed.
Once hers was done, she had to leave for work, which meant Steve would be alone with Eddie for the duration of his own tattoo.
Which, again, Steve had sort of planned.
But Steve kept it professional, platonic, while Eddie worked on his tattoo. Steve was getting his done on his back, just over his right shoulder blade. When it was done and Steve had paid for both tattoos, Eddie grabbed his wrist.
“Are you seriously asking me out?” Eddie asked, his face unsure.
Steve blinked at him for a bit before he nodded. “Yeah, Eds, I’ve been trying to ask you out since I met you,” he admitted with a laugh when Eddie’s eyes widened.
“Why, though?” Eddie asked, his voice a bit guarded.
That threw Steve off. Eddie always seemed confident, untouchable, out-of-reach. “Because you’re funny, you’re really sweet, you have an amazing smile, and you’re hot as hell,” Steve listed quickly and easily, shrugging slightly. “I’ve been really into you since I met you, man.”
Eddie laughed a bit, disbelieving but happy sounding. “Okay, I’d—I want to go out with you, but I’m a bit of a life’s-short-eat-dessert-first kind of guy, so…” Eddie trailed off, raising his eyebrows at Steve suggestively.
Steve leaned over the counter, bringing their faces close together. “You wanna go for a ride before I wine and dine you, Eddie?” he asked in a low, teasing voice and Eddie actually choked.
“Jesus H Christ, Stevie, you’re actually gonna kill me,” Eddie admitted with a weak laugh.
“You want me to stop?” he asked genuinely.
“Fuck, no, please don’t,” Eddie said quickly, shaking his head a bit.
With a laugh, Steve nodded. “How does next Saturday night sound?”
“I’ll have to check my calendar,” Eddie said with a dimpled grin. “I’ll text you.”
“Sounds perfect, Eds,” Steve replied as he leaned even closer over the counter. “Can I kiss you?”
Eddie’s breath whooshed out of him, but he nodded almost frantically, and Steve wasted no time closing the distance between them.
It was a quick kiss, almost chaste if not for the hungry groan Steve let out just before he pulled back. Eddie chased the kiss, but he was stopped by the counter when Steve took a step back toward the door. “See you on Saturday,” he said and then he left the shop.
It was only when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket with Eddie’s text message that Steve actually allowed himself to celebrate his win.
Eddie was absolutely not freaking out. That would be ridiculous. It’s not like he’d never slept with a guy way too hot for him before.
It would be the first time he slept with a guy that was way too hot for him and also a friend, though.
See, he was very much into Steve Harrington ever since that first time he played D&D with his club. The moment Dustin strolled in with Steve in tow, Eddie’s fate was sealed, and he resigned himself to pining after him forever. The constant stream of flirting wasn’t lost on Eddie, but there was no way Steve could be meaning it.
Eddie knew he wasn’t ugly or anything, but he also wasn’t hot, at least not on the same level as Steve. He knew his good angles for photos, and he knew how to style himself best, but he didn’t have the effortless looks like Steve. Eddie didn’t wake up looking gorgeous like Steve likely did.
Aside from that, Eddie was an absolute nerd, a weirdo, and Steve was as normal as they came. Sure, Steve played one-shots with Hellfire, but he never asked to join the actual party or anything like that. Plus, the moment Eddie got too excited about one of his nerdy books, shows, movies, or whatever, he knew Steve would take off.
Despite Steve’s flirting, the man exuded “vanilla” and while Eddie would definitely still enjoy that, he knew it was only a matter of time before Steve would find out his true desires. If Steve ever saw his collection of toys at home…
Which is why he’s going over to Steve’s place. Nothing crazy to scare anyone off before they got off at least once. Eddie could absolutely pretend to be normal for one, maybe two hook-ups. He would definitely be ignoring the little pang in his chest about only sleeping with Steve a couple times.
All that mattered was he was spending the night at Steve’s, and he was probably going to have the best sex of his life and he would be fine walking away from that.
Arriving at Steve’s apartment, Eddie knocked and waited a bit anxiously for Steve to answer. The moment the door opened, Eddie smoothed his expression into something cockier as he leaned against the door frame, smirking as Steve smiled brightly at him.
“Heya, how’s it going, big boy?” he asked, voice low and suggestive.
Steve laughed and to Eddie’s surprise, he pulled Eddie in for a sweet kiss. “Better now that you’re here,” Steve murmured against his lips before dragging him inside.
“You hit all the guys you seduce with that corny line, Stevie?” Eddie asked a bit breathlessly as Steve pushed his leather jacket off his shoulders. Steve just chuckled as he moved his mouth to Eddie’s throat and ran his hands up underneath his shirt.
“Only the very special guys,” Steve hummed directly into Eddie’s ear as he walked him further into the apartment. Eddie’s gut fluttered at that, and he tried to calm himself down.
Everything became a bit of a whirlwind after that, between grasping hands, greedy mouths, and rolling hips but eventually Eddie’s senses returned to him. They were sprawled across Steve’s bed, Eddie on his back with the other man on top of him with his hip rocking against Eddie’s dick. Both of them were completely naked, actually humping each other like teenagers as they panted into the sloppy kiss they shared.
Eddie snapped out of his daze and grabbed Steve’s hips, stilling his perfect, rolling motion and gasped, “Whoa, tiger. Let’s slow down a bit, or we’re gonna be done before we even start.”
“Tsk, aw, you can only come once?” Steve asked with an exaggerated little frown, his tone teasing but there was an edge of meanness to it that had a thrill rocketing through Eddie. “Can’t relate at all.”
Steve pushed up and crawled back just enough to stop touching Eddie’s cock and properly straddling his thigh. Hooking a hand under Eddie’s thigh, Steve brought his leg up to press firmly against the hot, wet mess of curls between his legs. With a happy little groan, Steve pinned Eddie’s hips against the bed, bracing himself with that contact, and started rocking his dick against his leg in earnest.
All Eddie could do was lay there while Steve moved, his hips moving in a sinful, swiveling motion that hinted at what Eddie had to look forward to. At that thought, Eddie groaned and reached up to run his hands over Steve’s stomach and chest. He thumbed the tattooed leaves and vines that followed the thin scars below Steve’s pecs, and Eddie relished the way Steve groaned at his light touch.
Steve let out another desperate sound as his stomach tensed, and Eddie was brought back to the present moment. Looking down, Eddie let out a thick groan at the shine of Steve’s slick spread over the tattooed skin of his thigh. Steve was so wet, and Eddie wanted to taste him there, to pull Steve up over his face and fucking drown himself with it.
A second later, a punched-out, shattered cry burst out of Steve’s throat, and he rocked hard and erratically against Eddie’s leg. Steve was beautiful when he came, with his perfect mouth open with his strangled noises and his strong brow furrowed, a pretty pink blush staining his cheeks, down his throat, and across his chest.
It was such a gorgeous sight, Eddie wanted to see it again, immediately.
Eddie reached up to wrap a hand around the back of Steve’s head, tangling in his thick hair and pulling him down for a hungry kiss. Dropping his leg, Eddie reached between Steve’s thighs with his other hand and began working his dick between his fingers. Steve was making delicious little noises against Eddie’s lips, rocked down to meet Eddie’s hand.
Pulling away from the kiss, Eddie asked, “Inside okay?”
“Yeah,” Steve moaned, and Eddie immediately slid two fingers further back and into Steve’s cunt.
Eddie didn’t waste any time in searching for Steve’s sweet spot, crooking his fingers at the same time he angled his thumb to continue working Steve’s dick.
The noise that tumbled from Steve’s throat and into Eddie’s mouth was intoxicating, and Eddie doubled his efforts. Steve’s cunt clenched around his fingers and Eddie pulled Steve’s head back enough to watch his face as he came with a shuddering whine.
Steve’s second release was just as beautiful. Some part of him wanted his phone so he could take a picture so he could see it again in the future.
“Okay, enough,” Steve groaned, reaching down to push Eddie’s hand away and climbing off of him to lounge back on his elbows. A suggestive expression settled across Steve’s features as he said, “There’s some shelves in the closet over there. How about you go choose your ride?”
If Eddie wasn’t so aroused, he’d be embarrassed at how quickly he clambered off the bed.
The moment Eddie stepped into the walk-in closet; he was first taken aback by the sea of polos while he searched for the shelves in question. When his eyes landed on them finally, he very nearly choked on his own tongue.
See, Eddie figured Steve had a decent collection of strap-ons if he was bragging so brazenly all this time, and he assumed it was a variation of sizes, textures, and features like vibrators and the like. What he never even considered was that Steve was a freak like him. Yet there he was standing in Steve’s closet looking at a collection of dildos that looked very similar to the ones Eddie used on himself at home. Except there was a lot more than Eddie was able to afford on his modest paycheque.
To put it simply, almost every single cock was a novelty cock. There were fat dragon cocks, long werewolf cocks with mouth-watering knots, tentacles of varying softnesses and lengths. Some Steve had doubles of, and the only difference was that the one had a cum-tube and the other didn’t. One of the werewolf cocks was repeated in every size possible except for the smallest.
On the bottom shelf were the normal dildos that Eddie had expected which gave that illusion of choice that had his stomach doing somersaults. Eddie could go for the normal ones, play at being normal for the night and gradually ease into the freaky shit with Steve. But his eyes kept returning to the shelf practically dedicated to all the cocks with knots, particularly the one Steve had in all the sizes.
Deciding on the werewolf one was easy enough, but choosing the size was tough. Looking closer, he noticed that Steve had ordered these cocks with a cum-tube, but only in the medium, large, and extra-large ones. The ones where the knots were at least as wide as a fucking soda can.
So, Steve was a freak freak. Eddie was maybe actually in love.
“You good in there, Eds?” Steve called, and the knowing tone in his voice had shame burning hot in Eddie’s gut, making his cock fucking leak.
“Y-yeah,” Eddie replied, clearing his throat as he grabbed the medium werewolf cock with the cum-tube, feeling his blush down to his bellybutton. He could absolutely take the bigger ones—and did so fairly often at home with the ones he owned—but he had never had the pleasure of someone else fucking him with a cock that large. It was better to start a little smaller, right?
Stepping back out into the bedroom, Eddie had to work to maintain eye-contact as he held the dildo out to Steve.
The toothy, broad grin that split Steve’s face had Eddie’s legs shaking under his weight. “The medium, huh?” Steve hummed knowingly as he slid off the bed and stood so close to Eddie, they were almost touching. Looking Eddie up and down appraisingly, Steve added, “I was sure you’d choose the large at least.”
Eddie opened his mouth to argue, but all that came out was a choked-off whine as a new wave of shame sent more heat rushing south. Somehow this asshole—this hot, amazing, freak of an asshole—had him figured out completely and they were barely even friends.
“Figured we could save that for next time, hm?” Eddie said without consciously deciding to do so, and Steve’s wolfish grin softened around the edges, his eyes bright with something other than lust.
“Next time, huh? Haven’t even got my cock in you and you’re planning for next time?” Steve asked teasingly as he took the dildo from Eddie, and his grin turned wicked again as he realized it was one with a cum-tube. Steve practically purred as he asked, “Oh, Eddie. You want me to breed you?”
Eddie couldn’t have responded to that question any other way if he wanted to. “Fuck, please,” he all but moaned, shivering under Steve’s heated gaze.
Steve leaned in as if to kiss Eddie, but stopped short and said, “How about you get comfy on the bed while I get ready.”
Then Steve slapped his ass and slipped past him into the closet to grab one of the leather harnesses.
Eddie almost stood there and watched Steve get ready, but getting on the bed also had its merits. Scrambling back onto it, he realized there was a stack of towels on the edge. That meant a few things, all of which had Eddie spiraling for different reasons.
Firstly, it meant that Steve was either prepared with towels near his bed on principle, or he had enough time to grab them while Eddie blue-screened choosing a cock to rearrange his guts with. The former was so endearing it hurt Eddie’s heart, and the latter was honestly a bit embarrassing.
Secondly, Steve knew this was going to be messy, possibly even guessed from the start that Eddie would choose a cock that could inject a bunch of lube deep into his ass. That was a lot to unpack, especially with how much it had his cock weeping onto the comforter.
Remembering his actual task, he debated how to set himself up for Steve. The other man didn’t tell him what to do with himself, just to get comfy, so it was up to Eddie. Part of him wanted to be facing Steve, but that felt too intimate, too soon.
With a shudder, Eddie piled up all the pillows under the comforter then laid two towels over it. Then Eddie settled on his elbows and knees above the pile with a sigh, his chest sinking into the pillows comfortably. It was enough to make Eddie blush even deeper, having his ass on full display while he was virtually alone in an unfamiliar bedroom. The thought of Steve stepping out of the closet and seeing him like that on the bed—
“Holy shit, Eds.”
Eddie wasn’t sure when it had happened, but his eyes had closed. Opening them quickly, he looked over and nearly came at the sight of Steve wearing the cock of his dreams, held on with a light-pink leather harness. The syringe for the cum-tube was held against Steve’s skin under one of the straps, and Eddie could tell Steve had prepared a full load by how far the plunger was pulled out.
Steve’s expression was equal parts awed and lustful as his eyes traveled over his body, and Eddie almost wanted to hide. There was nothing so special about him for someone like Steve to be looking at Eddie like that.
Then that predatory grin returned in full force as Steve climbed onto the bed behind Eddie, dropping a bottle of lube next to Eddie’s knee. That smile was going to be the star of Eddie’s fantasies for the rest of life.
“Presenting yourself so pretty for me already, sweetheart?” Steve cooed, the affection in his tone in direct contrast to the rough way he groped Eddie’s ass apart and exposed his hole even more.
“Steve,” Eddie whined when the rough pad of Steve’s thumb pressed flat across his entrance, teasing at pushing in dry.
“What, baby?” Steve asked, taking his thumb away to spit almost directly on his hole.
“Oh, holy shit,” Eddie practically squeaked out, his cock throbbing at the sensation of Steve’s saliva sliding down his taint as the thumb returned to massage his entrance again.
“You like that, sweetheart?” Steve purred, and while it was worded like a question, it was absolutely said as a statement. It was an observation.
“Steve, please, fuck me,” Eddie begged, tears springing to his eyes when he felt Steve’s cock slide against his inner thigh.
“Gotta prepare you first, Eds,” Steve responded, his tone smug as he grabbed the lube to slick his fingers.
“Won’t need much,” Eddie whimpered as the first digit slid easily into him.
Steve laughed at that a bit. “You get fucked like this regularly?” he asked, and Eddie shuddered as a second finger pressed into him.
“N-no, only on my own, with my own t-toys,” Eddie managed to gasp out as he rocked back against the fingers gently fucking him.
Steve groaned. “You have a cock like mine at home?” he asked, his voice a low growl.
“Y-yeah,” Eddie replied with a moan as a third finger pushed inside.
Finally, Steve’s fingers curled downward sharply, nailing Eddie’s prostate with scary accuracy and dragging a scream from his throat. “How often do you fuck yourself on my cock without me, sweetheart?” Steve asked, voice thick with his want.
The way that was worded, the implication of possession, had Eddie panting even more than the stimulation against his prostate did. “Often e-enough,” he whimpered in response, eyes rolling back when Steve spread his fingers in his hole.
“You are pretty loose,” Steve agreed with an edge to his tone that was just mean enough for Eddie’s cock to throb hotly. “But you’ve never had someone else give it to you?”
“Never, I promise, never,” Eddie gasped out, and caught up as he was in the moment, Eddie looked over his shoulder with a shy flutter of his lashes. “You’re my first, Stevie.”
For the first time that evening, Eddie seemed to actually catch Steve off guard, leaving the gorgeous man speechless as he stared down at him. Steve’s jaw was clenched, and nostrils flared while he took a few controlled breaths.
“Stevie?” Eddie prompted, rocking back onto the fingers that had stilled inside him.
Eddie’s voice seemed to do the trick in snapping Steve out of his thoughts. Withdrawing his fingers, he got started on slicking the length of his cock to the knot with a liberal amount of lube. The sound of his hand on it was absolutely obscene, it was so wet.
After a few moments, Steve spat on Eddie’s hole again and grinned at the way Eddie whimpered, then he was lining up and pushing inside.
It hurt, of course it did, but it was definitely on the good side of hurt. Eddie’s entire world narrowed onto the cock splitting his ass open, the way the girth widened as it slid into him. Once again, Eddie found that his eyes were screwed shut without him consciously choosing to close them. Blinking rapidly and looking over his shoulder, Eddie groaned thickly at the way Steve was watching his cock slowly sink into him.
“Steve, please, faster,” Eddie whined, shaking with the effort not to rock back and take Steve’s cock the rest of the way. “I can take it, please.”
“Don’t be greedy, Eddie,” Steve scolded lightly, not even looking away from where they were connected. “I want to watch your pretty hole struggle to take my cock every inch of the way.”
“Stevie,” Eddie sobbed desperately, blushing all the way to his chest.
When Steve stopped at the thickest point of the length, Eddie shook. He was so full, the stretch of his hole around Steve overwhelming, the burn of it driving him insane. Eddie’s hole clenched around the girth, struggling to adjust, and he let out a low whine.
At that, Steve sighed and snapped his hips forward. Eddie choked as the knot was pressed flush against his hole, the length of Steve thick and heavy inside him.
“Gonna fuck you now, sweetheart,” Steve cooed, and Eddie’s eyes rolled back.
“Please, please, fuck me,” he gasped, shuddering as Steve slowly begins to pull out.
Steve chuckled darkly. “Not gonna be gentle with you,” he said, voice low and growling.
“Promise?” Eddie asked a bit cheekily, looking over his shoulder to meet Steve’s positively hungry look.
Just like that, what control Steve had over himself snapped and his hips began to move. As Eddie guessed, Steve’s thrusting movements earlier were foreshadowing for the main event, and Christ was it fucking amazing. Eddie could barely breathe as Steve fucked him relentlessly, his hands on Eddie’s hips dragging him back to meet his thrusts.
Eddie was getting loud with his pleasure, punched-out little half-screams exploding from his throat. Remembering that Steve lived in an apartment and likely had neighbours, Eddie bit the pillow his chest was pressed into, muffling himself a bit.
“No,” Steve growled, and then there was a hand twisting into Eddie’s hair and pulling, lifting Eddie’s face out of the pillow. “Let me hear you.”
“Your neighbours—”
“Are gonna know just how good you feel,” Steve interrupted, and he added an extra movement to his thrusts that had his cock nailing Eddie’s prostate on every slide inward.
“Steve, please, please, please,” Eddie babbled, feeling his release building hot and heavy in his gut. He didn’t want to come until he had Steve’s knot inside him, but he couldn’t get the words out, too busy sobbing Steve’s name. It didn’t help that Steve was now using his hair as leverage.
“What is it, Eds?” Steve asked and he stopped at the next thrust, pressing the knot against him but not pushing it in. Eddie whimpered, tears falling down his cheeks as Steve knew but refused to oblige.
“Please, Steve, want it,” Eddie managed to gasp out.
“Want what?” Steve asked knowingly, almost meanly.
Eddie whimpered and rocked back against the knot. “Want it,” was all he could say to articulate his needs. “All of it, please, all of it inside.”
“You want my knot, baby?” Steve groaned, and Eddie felt him pick up the bottle of lube. He could feel a thick stream of the slick stuff pooling against his hole and the knot until it was spilling down his thighs.
“Yes, yes, Steve, I want your knot,” Eddie sobbed, tears streaming down his face now.
“Gonna give it to you, baby, don’t you worry,” Steve promised, rocking against Eddie with a bit more purpose, each shift becoming a more insistent push. “Gonna seal you with it and pump you full of my pups, huh?”
Eddie let out an almost hysterical giggle at that, overwhelmed by just how much that was doing for him, how hot it was to imagine even for a second. “Please,” he practically wailed as Steve pushed and the thickest part of the knot was stretching his hole.
“Please, what, Eds?” Steve asked knowingly, meanly even, and Eddie let out another one of his hysterical giggles.
“Give it to me, give me the knot, want it so bad, wanna feel it inside me, want you to fucking breed me, please—” Eddie was cut off with a choked grunt as Steve pushed the rest of the way in, the knot sliding in and nestling just so against Eddie’s prostate.
Steve pulled back a bit and the way the knot pulled on Eddie’s hole had him seeing stars. With a chuckle, Steve shook his hips side to side and seemed greatly amused at the way Eddie was forced to follow the motion.
“Touch yourself, Eds,” Steve ordered, and immediately Eddie had a hand underneath himself, stroking his cock in desperate, frantic motions. He had never needed to come this badly in his life.
Then Steve pressed his hips flush against Eddie’s ass, sliding the massive cock inside him deeper, and swiveling his hips in such a way that the knot was relentless pressure against Eddie’s prostate. Distantly, Eddie was aware that he was babbling nonsense, practically screaming it as his release came barreling closer.
“Here it comes, sweetheart,” Steve groaned, and that’s when Eddie felt the bloom of something warm and wet deep inside him.
And that did it.
Eddie didn’t even try to strangle the scream that exploded out of him as he came, shuddering violently as he clenched tightly around Steve’s girth while his release spilled over his hand and thighs and the towel underneath him.
With a dark chuckle, Steve pulled until the knot popped out and Eddie whimpered pitifully. Then he began to move again, as if he was about to fuck Eddie like he hadn’t just had the biggest orgasm of his life. The sound of Steve’s cock moving in and out of his bred hole was absolutely obscene, and Eddie could feel his own dick trying to get hard again.
“Can’t—” Eddie gasped, reaching back with his messy hand to stop Steve, and the other man immediately acquiesced.
“My turn, I think,” Steve agreed and suddenly Eddie was empty and Steve wasn’t touching him anymore, which was not what he wanted at all.
Then Steve rolled Eddie over onto his back and crawled up his body until he was straddling his face. If Steve was wet earlier when he was riding Eddie’s thigh, he was absolutely drenched now. Eddie thought back to earlier when he had imagined himself drowning in the wetness of Steve’s cunt, and Eddie wondered if the other man could literally read minds.
“C’mon Eds, put that mouth to good use,” Steve teased, grabbing Eddie’s hair and lowering himself to his lips.
Eddie immediately responded, lapping and sucking at Steve’s dick with purpose. Staring dazedly up the perfect, long line of Steve’s torso, Eddie happily watched him writhe and moan.
With a groan, Eddie lifted one hand to slip two fingers into Steve’s cunt curling them until Steve jolted with a sharp gasp.
“Oh, fuck,” Steve groaned, one hand twisting in Eddie’s hair as the other held onto the headboard.
Staring up at Steve through his lashes, Eddie squirmed as he felt Steve’s “load” start to trickle out of him, adding more to the mess of lube between his cheeks and on the bed. The sensation was uncomfortable, but it also served as an intimate reminder of what they did and that had Eddie’s cock trying to get hard again.
Before Eddie could think too much more about it, however, Steve’s grip in his hair became punishing and then he was coming, his cunt pulsing around Eddie’s fingers. Dutifully, Eddie worked him through it, continuing for as long as Steve would let him, which seemed to work just fine with Steve.
Steve finally lifted himself away from Eddie’s mouth after he came a third time on his tongue and fingers, his eyes shut as he collected himself. Eddie was in heaven, virtually floating where he laid on the bed staring up at the ceiling. Half of Eddie’s face was wet with Steve’s slick and the rest of his face was coated in sweat, his long, curly hair sticking to the dampness over his face.
Collapsing onto the bed next to Eddie, Steve laughed breathlessly. “That was fucking hot,” he said, grinning over at Eddie.
Eddie chuckled and nodded. “The hottest,” he agreed, already considering how soon they could meet up again for round two, or if he should just cut the crap and go on a proper date with the other man.
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that's the kind of love i've been dreaming of [chapter one]
Written for: Lex's Summer Spicy Six Fanworks Challenge
Prompt: Skinny Dipping
Explicit★Steddissy★In Progress
They were absolutely insane; Eddie was certain of it as he parked the van and cut the engine. Steve was sitting on the passenger seat, tapping his cell phone against his inner thigh, while Chrissy was practically vibrating on the bench between them, her grin huge.
This is part of my second fill for @thefreakandthehair Summer Spicy Six Fanworks Challenge!
CW: Steddissy, Dom/sub dynamics, Good Boy Eddie, Soft Dom Steve, Soft Dom Chrissy, Transmasculine Steve, light CBT, Skinny Dipping, Public Sex, Modern AU, Drug Use (Edibles)
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They were absolutely insane; Eddie was certain of it as he parked the van and cut the engine. Steve was sitting on the passenger seat, tapping his cell phone against his inner thigh, while Chrissy was practically vibrating on the bench between them, her grin huge.
“We should leave any of our, like, identifiable shit in here,” Eddie suggested as Steve opened the passenger door.
Chrissy, in her barely contained excitement, was already scrambling over Steve’s lap to get out. She had said something about racing them when they parked the van, and Eddie guessed that meant now. They had partaken in some high-quality edibles, and Chrissy was always a bit hyper when the special gummies came out.
Steve caught her wrist and she immediately giggled and swooped in to kiss him. Anyone else watching would think it was sweet, basically chaste, but Eddie knew better. Sure the kiss was slow, almost shy, but the way Chrissy arched her back, pressing her chest into Steve’s said otherwise. Add onto the fact that Chrissy wasn’t wearing a bra…
“Hey! C’mon now, this was y’all’s idea! We’re not driving all the way out here just to fuck in the van,” Eddie said, snapping his fingers at both of them.
Steve and Chrissy pulled away from each other reluctantly, and Eddie couldn’t tear his eyes away from their shiny, wet lips.
“What were you saying, Eds? About leaving stuff here?” Steve asked, tilting his head as Chrissy leaned in to kiss his neck.
“Like phones, wallets, y’know. Just in case we get caught and we drop shit,” Eddie replied, lifting his ass to get his wallet out of his back pocket. He also took off his rings before leaning over to open the glove box.
“You’re a genius, Eds,” Steve sighed, catching Eddie’s chin as he moved to sit back up and guided him into a hungry kiss that immediately overwrote any thoughts of protesting.
It wasn’t until Chrissy slid off of Steve’s lap and out of the van that they pulled away for air.
“Luckily for me, I’m in my pajamas, which means I still get my head start!” Chrissy said brightly, her grin huge before she took off. She was fast, even high and wearing flip-flops, her legs long and powerful—well, long for her height, at least.
Snapping out of their thoughts as they watched Chrissy run off in her tiny shorts and tank top, Steve pulled his own wallet out of his jeans pocket and tossed it along with his own cell phone into the glove box.
“I’m not a genius, Steve, I’m a criminal,” Eddie said quickly, squawking a bit when Steve grabbed his face and pulled him into another kiss.
“Uh-huh,” Steve said as he pulled back and smooched Eddie’s nose before sliding out of the van. “C’mon, she’s gonna get cold if she stands out there too long and makes us go home.”
Sure enough, as they reached their destination—several blocks away from where they parked, of course—Chrissy was already rubbing her arms and pouting a bit at them.
“What took you so long?” she groused, sighing when Eddie wrapped her up in his arms and held her tight while Steve led them around to the back gate. It was a little difficult to walk holding her, but they always seemed to manage somehow—it really did help that Chrissy was so much shorter than him.
“You know how to pick locks, Harrington?” Eddie asked as Steve eyed the lock and reached into his pocket.
“I mean, yeah, but I might not have to,” Steve replied with a broad smirk as he pulled his keychain out and singled out a big key. Eddie had always wondered what that one was for. Apparently, it was for Hawkins Public Pool?
Steve slid the key in and tried it, and the lock turned. Letting out a triumphant little hiss of a cheer, Steve opened the gate and motioned them through.
“How do you have a key to the pool?” Chrissy asked with a little giggle, delighted as they hurried around the building to the pool deck.
“I thought we were doing this because, and I quote, it’s only fun if we’re not allowed to be there?” Eddie added with a raised eyebrow, doing exaggerated air quotes in the way he knew would get a laugh out of both of his partners.
“I used to be a lifeguard here, and I just… never gave my key back,” Steve said with a shrug, slipping his keys back into his pocket before pulling his shirt over his head. Once he was shirtless, hair a wild mess around his head, he turned one of his classic, heart-breaker smirks on Eddie and said, “And just because I have a key doesn’t mean we’re doing anything less illegal, yeah?”
Eddie blinked at Steve before looking at Chrissy in bewilderment. “Hopper was right, I am a terrible influence,” he said in a daze and Chrissy just laughed, covering her mouth and snorting as she tried to keep her laughter quiet.
“C’mon, let’s get swimming,” Steve said, rolling his eyes as he kicked off his sandals and undid his fly.
In a flurry of motion, Eddie and Chrissy started to strip, though Eddie stopped while he was still in his boxers. When he looked at Chrissy, she was still wearing her tank top and panties. Glancing at Steve, Eddie had to do a double-take because—yeah, yep, Steve Harrington was buck-ass naked in the moonlight at Hawkins Public Pool.
When Steve looked at them as he stepped up to the edge of the pool, he scoffed. “I thought we were skinny dipping, cowards,” he teased lightheartedly before jumping in.
Eddie and Chrissy looked at each other a bit nervously, but then Chrissy just shrugged and pulled her tank top off. Struck by the sight of her naked tits, Eddie stood there in stunned silence as she finished slipping out of her underwear and jumped in after Steve. Shaking himself out of his stupor and willing his body to calm down, Eddie shoved his boxers down and jumped in.
The temperature of the water was definitely enough to take care of whatever downstairs situation was starting, that was for sure.
“Oh, fuck, it’s cold,” Eddie gasped as his head broke the surface, pouting when Chrissy and Steve just laughed at him. Crossing his arms and shivering, Eddie whined, “I’m freezing my dick off and you’re laughing at me?”
“Get moving and you’ll warm up, Munson,” Steve said flatly, completely unsympathetic as he started doing fucking laps like the goddamn jock that he was. If Eddie wasn’t so into him doing jock things, he would be so annoyed at that moment. However, as it was, the cold water wasn’t going to keep Eddie Junior in check for very long.
“C’mon, Eddie, let’s swim a bit,” Chrissy cooed in his ear, jolting Eddie out of his increasingly horny thoughts, but when he turned his gaze toward her, he just started thinking about her instead.
She was so beautiful, grinning up at him with her hair wet and slicked back, the swells of her tits just barely breaking the surface of the water. They only had the light from the moon and one of the lights in the parking lot to see by, but it was more than enough. Especially with his memories of her body in broad daylight, laid out on the sheets of her bed, flushed and gorgeous. What he couldn’t see right now, he still remembered. When he didn’t respond, Chrissy stood up properly and swam close to Eddie, her softness pressed flush against his front as she slid her hands up to rest on his chest.
Eddie held his breath, one hand cupping her cheek as Chrissy tilted her head back, glancing at his lips before a mischievous smirk passed over her features.
Before he could even react to the change in her expression, Eddie found himself underwater, the lingering feeling of Chrissy’s shove still lighting up his chest. He could hear her peals of laughter through the water, and even through his indignation he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Without surfacing, Eddie squinted through the water and found Chrissy’s retreating silhouette through the darkness and immediately swam after her. Even though he liked to make fun of sports and most athletic activities, Eddie prided himself in being an excellent swimmer. Steve regularly lamented the fact that Eddie never actually joined the swim team back when they were still in high school.
His arms closed around Chrissy’s waist and he dragged her under, rolling as she thrashed. When they finally surfaced, giggling and breathless, Chrissy was coughing around the mouthful of water she inhaled at the end. Eddie pulled her in tight to his front and kissed her forehead as she caught her breath, and she clung to him, giggles overtaking her as she tipped her head back.
Without hesitation, Eddie grinned and stooped to kiss her, immediately opening for her questing tongue with a low groan. With a little sound against his mouth, Chrissy wrapped her legs around his waist and Eddie’s hands immediately slid down her back to grab two ample handfuls of her ass. Holding her tight as he stood up so they didn’t sink, Eddie deepened the kiss, moaning thickly as he groped her asscheeks roughly, chasing her lips when she pulled away.
Opening his eyes slowly, unsure of when they even closed, Eddie furrowed his brow as Chrissy clasped her hands behind his head and took a dramatic breath, puffing her cheeks out with it. Then she tightened her legs around Eddie’s middle and launched herself backward, her grip on Eddie’s head dragging him forward and into the water once again.
Their second tussle was much more short-lived as that much naked skin against each other had them both distracted, and soon Eddie found himself pinned against the wall of the pool, Chrissy’s demanding mouth on his as he kneaded his handfuls of her ass once again. That’s just where his hands belonged, on her ass, or her hips, feeling the perfect softness there and getting hungrier. He was greedy and possessive in his touches, pulling her against his hardening cock with a desperate whimper.
When she pulled away to catch her breath, Eddie said sternly, “Don’t try to drown me again, Cunningham, I swear to god—”
“I would never try to drown you while you’re grinding a boner against me, baby,” Chrissy cooed comfortingly, nudging Eddie’s chin with her nose until he tipped his head back and allowed her access to his throat. With a low whine, Eddie groped her ass and rocked his hips against her, his entire body shivering with pleasure as she met his movements, her teeth worrying a bruise into his skin.
Then Eddie shuddered as two hands slid between their bodies to squeeze and massage Chrissy’s tits. Her mouth pulled away from Eddie’s throat as she threw her head back, biting her lips to muffle a cry.
When Eddie opened his eyes—again, when did they close?—he watched hungrily as Chrissy rested her head back on Steve’s shoulder, panting softly against his ear as he pinched and plucked at her nipples. Steve met Eddie’s gaze with a little smirk, turning his face to kiss her sloppily, coaxing her tongue into his mouth. For a moment, it wasn’t even a proper kiss, just their tongues meeting each other in quick touches before they both moaned and sealed their mouths together. It was one of Eddie’s favourite sights in the world, his two favourite people kissing each other and making each other feel good. It was intoxicating.
He was so distracted by the picture they made together that Eddie didn’t even notice that one of Steve’s hands had disappeared from Chrissy’s chest. Steve’s firm grip suddenly settling on his hip made him jump slightly before he leaned into it. It was the only warning he got before Steve’s hand went on to sweep across the front of his thigh until it was cupping Eddie’s balls, pulling a sharp whimper from him. Steve’s eyes met his with a smirk against Chrissy’s mouth as he massaged his handful, making Eddie buck and whine.
The movement had his cock slipping from between his and Chrissy’s bodies and right to where her strong legs met, the length of it rubbing teasingly against the seam of her cunt. Shuddering between Steve’s fondling and the teasing friction, Eddie let out a long, high keen.
Pulling away from the kiss, Steve rested his chin on Chrissy’s shoulder and grinned at Eddie, toothy and predatory as his grip on his balls tightened and pulled until he was sobbing at the pleasure-pain.
“Want him inside me,” Chrissy sighed, her own hands resting on Eddie’s chest before plucking at his nipples, playing roughly with the barbells there with her manicured nails. Eddie sobbed and screwed his eyes shut, head tipping back as she pinched his sensitive nipples.
“You think he deserves it, baby?” Steve asked in a low voice and Eddie felt his head go fuzzy with hot static, the blush on his cheeks so warm he felt like he was about to start sweating.
“Not about him. I want a cock in me, and you didn’t bring any of yours,” Chrissy replied, and God being talked about like an object, like he was just a sex toy for them to use, really did something for Eddie.
Steve hummed at that, thoughtful and mocking. “Could give you my fingers?” he offered and Eddie bit his lip against the whimper that was about to tumble from his throat.
He wanted to beg and convince Chrissy that his cock was better than Steve’s fingers, but he knew firsthand that Steve’s fingers were wicked in their accuracy and talents. He was so fucking good with his fingers; it took a month for Eddie to upgrade to one of Steve’s straps when they first started dating. Apparently, Chrissy went three months with only Steve’s fingers at the start of their relationship as well.
Opening his eyes again, he froze at the change in the lighting, at the flashing red and blue of it. Gravel crunched under a tire, and Eddie could hear the squeak of a brake being applied.
“Cops!” Eddie hissed and that immediately snapped them out of it. The three of them swam across the pool and dragged themselves out, scooping up their clothes. Chrissy managed to get her tank top on before they heard a car door shutting.
“Shit,” Steve hissed, still struggling with figuring out his clothes in the dark.
“Just put your damn shoes back on, Harrington. We have to run now,” Eddie hissed, grinning maniacally at Steve’s alarmed expression. He wanted risk, right? With that, Eddie grabbed Chrissy’s hand and ran around the building to the back gate.
As the three of them fled the pool, Steve and Eddie were still completely naked except for their sandals and Crocs respectively, and they heard a shout from inside the fence. Squealing and giggling wildly, they booked it as fast as they could to the van. Eddie didn’t even bother getting into the driver’s seat, just tossed Steve his keys and scrambled up into the van after Chrissy. Steve was a much better getaway driver, thanks to his ability to balance speed with recklessness perfectly.
Steve started the van and immediately pulled away from the curb, speeding down the quiet, dark road with a broad grin on his face, checking the mirrors for lights.
“This was so stupid,” he said with a huff, laughing brightly as he took a corner just a touch too fast and made Chrissy and Eddie slide across the bench and against the passenger door.
Eddie let out an indignant sound as he threw his hands up. “It was your idea!”
Chrissy giggled and Steve just grinned sidelong over at Eddie, making his heart do a series of somersaults. “Yeah, it was,” he said with a smirk before returning his attention to the road.
be the first to the feast, let's choke on the past [gift fic]
Explicit★Steddie★2114 words★Complete
Gift fic for the lovely @stobinesque !! Happy birthday!!!
Eddie lounged back on Steve’s bed, wearing just a tank top and a pair of flannel sleep pants. He was watching the man talk animatedly about some bullshit that happened at work, but if Eddie was honest, he had stopped listening several minutes ago. No, see Eddie’s attention had been snagged by one of Steve’s hands gesticulating wildly and he couldn’t look away.
CW: Dom/sub dynamics, Soft Dom Steve, sub Eddie, Good Boy Eddie, T4T Steddie, Breathplay, Vaginal Sex, Slight Feminization (‘princess’ used as a petname), additional warnings on Ao3
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Eddie lounged back on Steve’s bed, wearing just a tank top and a pair of flannel sleep pants. He was watching the man talk animatedly about some bullshit that happened at work, but if Eddie was honest, he had stopped listening several minutes ago. No, see Eddie’s attention had been snagged by one of Steve’s hands gesticulating wildly and he couldn’t look away.
Even though Steve really wasn’t much taller than Eddie and they were actually roughly similar builds, Steve’s hands were just… big. They were broad, long-fingered, and fuck were they veiny and strong. They were also, just like the rest of him, hairy. Well, Eddie had definitely seen hairier, but Steve’s hands had a fair number of dark hairs up the backs of them and on his knuckles that just had Eddie obsessed.
Those hands conjured thoughts that stole Eddie’s breath away, had him aching and wet between his legs; thoughts of those big hands around his waist and holding him down as Steve slid into his tight ass, or of them pawing at his tits while Eddie bounced on Steve’s lap, or his favourite, most secret fantasy of having one of those meaty fists entirely inside his cunt. The current fantasy, however, the one that made his thighs clench, was a different beast entirely.
No, the images currently plaguing Eddie were sparked by one sentence.
“I was so close to just choking them out, Eds.”
The man had even demonstrated the motion of strangling someone, and Eddie was fucking done for.
Eddie could only watch and half-listen, wishing for a hand around his throat and a cock in his cunt. With a small sigh, Eddie spread his legs to relieve some of the pressure as his dick throbbed. Fuck, he was so far gone already.
“—Eds?”
Eddie jumped when a hand grabbed his ankle and shook his leg lightly. For a moment, Eddie was overwhelmed with his fantasy again, with those long fingers wrapped around his ankle the way he wanted them around his throat. When he blinked back to the present and his eyes met Steve’s, Eddie knew he was caught. Steve was fully aware that he was sporting a stiff one in his boxers, and his cunt was wet enough to drown him in.
“You seemed a little far away,” Steve hummed knowingly, grinning in that mischievous way that had Eddie’s stomach swooping as he crawled up the length of bed. Eddie spread his legs a bit wider as Steve straddled one of them, rocking one of his thighs against the damp crotch of Eddie’s sweatpants. Resting his hands on Eddie’s chest and groping his tits through his shirt, Steve asked, “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”
Meeting Steve’s eyes easily, Eddie ground his cunt against his leg. “Thinking about getting a new necklace,” Eddie replied, glancing pointedly down at the hands on his chest. “Thinking those would do quite nicely, huh?”
There was a moment where Steve looked like he was about to get off the bed, rightfully annoyed at the terrible line, but then the meaning appeared to finally dawn on him. Eddie could have sworn he felt Steve’s dick pulse through their clothes where it was pressed against his leg.
Holy shit, Eddie needed one of Steve’s cocks inside him while he was light headed from lack of air and gasping for breath.
A hand slid upward until it was resting at the base of Eddie’s throat. “You want your collar, or—?” Steve started, eyebrow raised.
Eddie immediately shook his head, arching up and tilting his head back. The collar was nice, the way it cinched tighter when Steve yanked on it, but immediately loosened when pressure was released. Honestly, he’d usually prefer it, especially how it made him feel kept, owned, treasured even.
But not today; the thought of Steve’s bare hands around his throat was enough to nearly get him there on its own. It was possessive, predatory—Eddie felt claimed, taken. It was rough and dirty and perfect how the callused fingers and palms dragged against the skin of his throat when Steve would indulge in this.
Because, yeah, it was an indulgence, one that Steve was very adamant about limiting. Even with the collar, Steve didn’t like to choke him that often and Eddie knew better than to push about it. Steve had safety concerns, and Eddie couldn’t actually argue when Steve brought up the risks. Well, Eddie often still did argue, but he had to admit that he didn’t have much ground to stand on (not that he ever actually admitted that out loud, but that was beside the point).
The thing was, Eddie knew Steve liked the control, too. Steve would get an almost wild look in his eyes every time he would hook the leash onto the choke collar, and his entire expression turned hazy and blissed out as he pulled it taut. And when he used his hands? Steve was the most brutal, most perfect fuck Eddie had ever experienced.
Steve only ever fucked him with such wild abandon when Eddie was gasping for air.
“Get these clothes off, then,” Steve hummed, stooping to give Eddie’s lips a quick peck and squeezing his hand around the base of his throat just enough to pull a whimper from Eddie’s chest.
When Steve pulled back to give him some room and get the strap, Eddie immediately stripped, tossing his clothes to the side haphazardly before stretching back out across the bed, showing off the expanse of his pale, tattooed body. When Steve returned to the bed wearing just his muscle tee and the strap-on, his eyes roved over Eddie, hungry and demanding. With a small sound Eddie tipped his head back, baring his throat as he spread his legs wider.
“So hot when you’re like this, Eds,” Steve groaned, and Eddie preened under the praise, looking down through his lashes to watch Steve settle on his knees between his legs. With another low sound, Steve ran a hand up Eddie’s inner thigh. “Y’think you need my fingers first, princess?”
Eddie let out a shivery sob and shook his head frantically, trying to spread his legs even wider. Steve loved to finger Eddie, to work his cunt until it was loose and dripping slick down over his asshole and onto the bed. He loved to drive Eddie absolutely insane, to make him come so many times he was close to tapping out before finally giving him the strap he so desperately wanted. That Steve would forgo his favourite act of foreplay… Eddie shuddered as his cunt pulsed and a thick glob of slick dribbled out.
“Hands above your head, princess, wrists crossed,” Steve breathed, groaning thickly when Eddie obeyed immediately. Looming over him, Steve wrapped one of his perfect, huge hands around both of Eddie’s wrists with ease, pinning them to the bed as he lined his cock up and sighed, “Such a good boy for me.”
With a desperate little nod, Eddie keened as Steve pressed his cock inside him, stretching his cunt around the girth in a relentless push until he bottomed out. It was amazing, being pinned down, spread out, and so full, and when Steve shifted his weight onto the hand holding his wrists, Eddie threw his head back as much as he could, begging wordlessly.
Finally, Steve’s rough, callused hand settled gently across Eddie’s throat, his thumb stroking the side of it while Eddie squirmed on his cock. Steve wasn’t fucking him yet, just sitting with his cock deep inside Eddie’s cunt, clearly enjoying the way he shifted impatiently, letting out needy little sounds. Wrapping his legs around Steve’s waist, Eddie whined as he tried to get enough leverage to fuck himself on the thick length inside him since Steve wouldn’t do it. For a few glorious moments, Steve allowed the movement, his eyes dark with his arousal as he watched Eddie writhe beneath him.
Then Steve shifted closer on his knees until he was pressed tight against Eddie, stilling his desperate movements as he dropped onto his elbow and readjusting his grip on Eddie’s wrists. Before Eddie could react to the change in their position, the hand across his throat tightened enough to remind Eddie it was there, his breathing becoming just a bit more laboured and his whimpers getting cut off just a bit.
Eddie wasn’t sure how long they laid there, Steve inside him with his big hands around his throat and wrists, Eddie beneath him and gasping for breath. When the hand around his neck tightened, Eddie’s eyes fluttered, and he arched up against Steve’s chest. Eddie felt himself slip deeper and deeper as he laid there, held down and open, his breaths loud through his constricted throat, and he slowly unwound his legs from around Steve’s waist.
“That’s it, sweet boy,” Steve cooed, his hips starting to roll, gently thrusting in and out of Eddie. “Just relax and take it, just like that.”
Eddie would have sobbed if he could get the sound out, his eyes rolling back at the expert way Steve was fucking him. Splaying his legs wide for Steve’s thrusting hips, Eddie fully relaxed beneath him and focused on keeping his breathing as even as possible. The hand around Eddie’s throat tightened even more, almost completely cutting off his airways.
Shuddering, Eddie began the mental countdown from five, his eyes rolling back as Steve’s thrusts became harder, his hips slapping wetly against Eddie’s core. The slick sounds of the strap sliding in and out of his cunt filled Eddie’s head with static and he very nearly lost count. Just before Eddie could snap his fingers, however, Steve released his throat and suddenly he could breathe.
The opening of his airways, and the way Steve let go of his wrists as well to slide both hands under and over his shoulders as leverage for the brutal pace he was setting, had Eddie inhaling with a sharp, keening whine. He was so close even though they couldn’t have been fucking for very long, and Eddie couldn’t find it in himself to feel embarrassed about it at all.
“’M close,” Eddie whimpered when he finally managed to properly breathe let alone form words. He had kept his hands above his head, wrists crossed and aching a bit from the almost punishing grip Steve had on them at the end.
“Such a good boy, warning me,” Steve sighed as he dipped his head to kiss and bite Eddie’s neck, paying special attention to the skin that had been under his hand.
Eddie couldn’t help but sob hoarsely—at the praise, the lack of permission given to come, and the hard thrusts into his cunt. He felt so good, yet so frustrated, but he was Steve’s good boy and he had made it through romps where he was teased way more for much longer. Hell, Eddie wasn’t even being teased, so he wouldn’t complain or whine for more. Eddie would be good and relax, he would take it just like Steve told him to.
“Touch yourself, princess. Make yourself come,” Steve groaned, lifting his head to draw Eddie into a hungry, sloppy kiss, and Eddie didn’t wait to be told twice.
Snaking his hand between their bodies, Eddie got his knuckles around his dick and stroked it hard and fast. He was so caught up in chasing his release, he didn’t even notice that one of Steve’s hands had moved until it was wrapped around his throat once again. The heat that shot through Eddie was intense, his ears ringing as the coil in his gut pulled tight and snapped.
Eddie came with Steve’s hand around his throat, shuddering through it with a strangled sob that was muffled even more by Steve’s tongue in his mouth. His orgasm felt like it went on forever as Steve fucked him through it, his hips barely faltering as Eddie shook apart beneath him. Finally, as Eddie’s whimpers became a bit more pain than pleasure, Steve slowed his thrusts to a stop, though he kept his cock hilted inside Eddie.
“How was that, princess?” Steve asked as he lifted his head to look down at Eddie, his hand just resting over his throat again.
“No, nope, we’ve talked about this, Stevie,” Eddie laughed dazedly. “No questions allowed while my brain is still leaking out of my ears.”
Steve barked out a laugh, dropping a sweet kiss against Eddie’s cheek. “Alright, princess,” he agreed easily, and Eddie sighed.
“Prepare yourself, though. I’m gonna go down on you so hard in, like, thirty minutes,” Eddie promised dreamily, and he grinned tiredly up at the ceiling as Steve let out another loud laugh.
Eddie didn’t want to say he felt like crap waking up, but he definitely didn’t get the most restful sleep thanks to a horny demon named Steve Harrington, and everything around his tail bone felt a bit tragic...
CW: Cunnilingus, vaginal fingering and sex, squirting, something that might be watersports idk I'm not looking at that too closely
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Eddie didn’t want to say he felt like crap waking up, but he definitely didn’t get the most restful sleep thanks to a horny demon named Steve Harrington, and everything around his tail bone felt a bit tragic. However, Eddie really couldn’t complain about having two of the best orgasms he’d ever had in his life, and he could smell either pancakes or waffles being made.
He was pretty sure he was in love.
With a grunt, Eddie pushed himself up off the bed, blushing at how slick he was between his cheeks. “Just how much lube did Steve put in the syringe last night?” he grumbled to himself as he grabbed his boxers off the floor and shuffled over to the bathroom.
The two dildos that Steve used on him the night before were on the counter drying, and looking at them in the morning while he was sore and still leaking apparently just deepened his blush. He thought the second cock was much smaller than the first, but honestly, now that his brain wasn’t flooded with hormones demanding he be fucked within an inch of his life he realized that any difference in their sizes was negligible.
How was that for post-nut clarity?
“Who leaves them on the bathroom counter like that?” Eddie complained as his ears grew warm with his blush.
Turning his attention away from them, he worked on cleaning himself up a bit. There was a towel and a washcloth set out on the edge of the tub which seemed like an invitation for Eddie to shower. And honestly, a shower sounded divine.
Deciding to be quick so he didn’t miss out on whatever food Steve was making, Eddie tied his hair up in a bun and hopped into the shower. If he washed his hair, he would be in there all day, and he didn’t want to overstay his welcome like that. Yes, he was pretty sure he had some of Steve’s slick in his hair from when the man sat on his face, but he could deal with that at home.
Once he was done in the shower, Eddie felt a lot better. Still very sore, but at least he wasn’t sticky, or in some places crusty anymore. Seriously, he was going to have to lay down some ground rules about not being fucked until he passes out unless Steve cleaned him up really well after.
Leaving his hair up, Eddie put his boxers on and limped out to the kitchen to see what Steve was making. He was not prepared for the sight that was waiting for him.
Steve was standing at his counter, his back to Eddie as he hummed along with the song coming from a speaker on top of the fridge. His hair was still a wild mess, as if he didn’t even try to tame it when he got up, and he was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs and a dark blue apron. There was nothing covering the tanned, freckled expanse of Steve’s back other than the strings tied around his waist and the Barbie tattoo Eddie put on his shoulder blade.
Eddie wanted to taste every single one of Steve’s freckles and moles.
With a low sound, Eddie stepped close behind Steve and placed his hands on his waist before winding his arms around him. When Eddie rested his chin on Steve’s shoulder, he could see that the man was smirking down at the waffle iron.
“Morning, sleepy head,” Steve teased, and Eddie narrowed his eyes, dipping his mouth to bite his shoulder lightly. “Hey! Quit it,” Steve laughed, reaching back to dig his fingers into Eddie’s side, immediately finding a tickle spot.
With a squawk, Eddie went to jump away from that hand, then hissed at the soreness in his lower back and ass.
“You okay, babe?” Steve asked softly, taking the waffles out of the waffle iron before turning around in Eddie’s arms.
His expression was impossibly gentle in a way that made Eddie’s stomach squirm. The front of the apron had the words ‘kiss the cook’ embroidered—messily and crookedly—across the chest, and Eddie couldn’t deny an order like that if he wanted to.
“Was it too much?” Steve asked when Eddie pulled back, and now his face looked guilty, unsure, or worse, ashamed. That expression after the last twelve or so hours looked wrong on Steve, but Eddie could tell there was something deeper there.
“No!” Eddie quickly said, shaking his head with a little laugh. “No, not too much, it was perfect. It was a lot but not—just not used to being fucked that much.”
Steve smirked at that a bit before raising a hand to cup Eddie’s cheek. “Sounds like something that should be fixed, huh?” he hummed teasingly, tilting his lips up for a slow kiss. “I’m happy to volunteer my services, of course.”
Eddie laughed against Steve’s mouth before pressing close for more sweet kisses. “I bet you are, big boy,” he said after a bit, sighing a bit dreamily as he added, “You’ve got quite the collection of accessories.”
“That’s what I said, remember?” Steve teased, and Eddie nodded with a grin.
“Steve, that line of yours has haunted me,” he admitted before letting out a dramatic groan. “Knowing exactly the sort of accessories you’ve got isn’t going to make that any less of a problem.”
Steve just smirked, tipping his head back to meet Eddie’s gaze. “I think I like the idea of you thinking about my cocks,” he teased, and Eddie felt heat beginning to pool south.
Jesus, he had been fucked, thoroughly so, twice in the last twenty-four hours and he was still somehow getting horny again? What did Steve Harrington do to him?
Then Eddie thought about the night before, the half-awake romp and how, to his embarrassment, he had pretty much passed right out after Steve somehow fucked another orgasm out of him. Eddie hadn’t even returned the favour, which went against everything he stood for as a partner.
That—partner—had Eddie stopping his thoughts in their tracks, because ‘partner’ sounded a bit heavy without discussing that with Steve.
As if sensing the direction Eddie’s thoughts had veered, Steve got an adorably shy expression on his face, and he glanced away. “I wanted to talk about this,” Steve started, pointing back and forth between their chests. “About us. Before we kept going or whatever.”
Eddie’s stomach dropped a bit, suddenly terrified that Steve could tell just how much Eddie was into him even without the sex. The sex was going to make Eddie’s feelings even more unbearable, but he figured it was worth it.
“I’m happy with casual,” Eddie blurted with a half-shrug, and the lie was made very obvious with the way his voice broke just a bit. “If that’s what you wanted, I mean.”
Steve was looking at him again with that bitchy, judgmental look that was, unfortunately, irrevocably tied to Eddie’s boner as he discovered right that second in the middle of Steve’s kitchen. When Eddie moved to discreetly tip his hips back, Steve just reeled him in tighter with a knowing eyebrow raise.
“You think I did all that last night just for casual hook-ups with you, Eds?” Steve asked, and Eddie could tell it was a genuine question, but his tone had a delicious edge of condescension to it that was really doing something for Eddie.
“I don’t know, did you?” Eddie asked with a shrug, trying to play it off as teasing. He felt like he was mostly successful in doing that, but Steve just frowned at him. With a huff, Eddie said, “Seriously, Steve, I don’t really have people lining up to actually date me, so I kinda need it spelled out.”
Steve was still frowning at him, but there was an amused quirk of his lips. “Other people are idiots, then. But Eddie, I need you to know something,” he said, his expression turning incredibly serious as he leaned in closer to Eddie’s face. “I’ve been trying so hard to date you for months.”
Eddie couldn’t help the stunned, disbelieving giggle that tumbled out of his throat at that, shaking his head. “No way,” he said, and Steve just rolled his eyes affectionately.
“I’ve been trying to ask you out since that one-shot I played with your club, Eds,” Steve insisted. “Couldn’t seem to get you alone though.”
“You could’ve called me, or texted me,” Eddie insisted, thinking back over the months and how he avoided being alone around Steve because he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from saying something inappropriate.
“I don’t ask people out over text, dude,” Steve said, making a face at the suggestion. Then he sighed and pulled Eddie in tighter against his front. “Seriously, I would like to date you, Eddie, and I would also like to use every single one of my cocks on you eventually.”
Eddie blushed, both at the heartfelt intimacy and the filthy images Steve’s words brought up. “Even the boring ones?” Eddie asked, blushing darker at Steve’s grin.
“None of them are boring with the way I use them, Eds,” Steve practically purred as he coaxed Eddie into a hungry kiss.
It didn’t take long for them to lose themselves to the kiss, groaning into each other’s mouths as Eddie rocked his half-hard cock against Steve. Eddie let Steve take control of the kiss, melting against him as Steve’s hands slid up under Eddie’s shirt, spreading his fingers across the bare skin of Eddie’s back.
Rutting his hips forward against Steve again, Eddie remembered the night before, how he felt about not reciprocating, and how it appeared that Steve was his partner now, so he didn’t have to shy away from that.
Steve pulled away just a bit, barely putting an inch of distance between their lips, and said a bit breathlessly, “We should eat some breakfast.”
“Mm-hmm,” Eddie agreed, and part of him definitely wanted to eat the waffles Steve had prepared. But Eddie was thinking about something else he would like to get his mouth on. It was just his luck that Steve loosened his hold on Eddie, probably to let him go sit down at the table.
With a quiet hum, Eddie hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Steve’s boxer briefs, sliding them down as he got to his knees at Steve’s feet. Steve was still wearing the apron, still covered up and hidden from Eddie’s hungry gaze, but it was still so perfect.
“Eds, what’re you doing?” Steve asked, even as one of his hands found itself tangled in the messy bun Eddie had put his hair into.
“Choosing my breakfast,” Eddie said cheekily, lifting his hands to hike the apron up. The moment Eddie’s eyes landed hungrily on the thick patch of dark hair between Steve’s thighs, he let out a soft sound and kissed Steve’s hips.
Letting out a soft, contented sound wrapped around a laugh, Steve spread his legs a bit and hooked a knee over Eddie’s shoulder, reeling him in. “Well, eat up, sweetheart,” Steve practically purred, and Eddie didn’t have to be told twice.
The groan that left Eddie as his lips wrapped around Steve’s dick was low and heavy, his tongue sweeping over it before he sucked happily. Eddie figured Steve had gotten cleaned up at some point after getting up, but he could remember the way Steve had tasted the night before. The salt of his slick mixing with that of his sweat, the smell of Steve’s arousal as he rode Eddie’s face. The memory of it was enough to have Eddie whimpering and pressing closer, desperate for that taste again.
Above him, Steve was moaning his praises, one hand cradling Eddie’s head while the other held the apron up so he could watch. Looking up through his lashes, Eddie whined at the heavy, hot stare that was waiting for him, hazel eyes half-lidded and dark. Preening a bit under Steve’s gaze, Eddie doubled his efforts, messily licking into his dripping cunt. Steve was so wet already, the obscene noises Eddie’s mouth made as he sucked and licked at his dick loud in the small kitchen.
Something in Eddie fucking preened at the way Steve’s eyes crossed at a particularly clever combination of teeth and suction on his dick, and Eddie chased that reaction. Within a handful of seconds, Steve held Eddie’s head still by his grip on his hair and was rutting against his mouth. All Eddie could do was try to suck his dick while Steve literally fucked his face, or he could flex his tongue and give the man something to properly grind against.
“Fuck, close, baby,” Steve moaned, his heel digging into the center of Eddie’s back as he tried to haul him in closer. That was an impossible task short of somehow crawling inside Steve’s skin. Then he was pushing at Eddie’s hands where they were holding Steve’s thighs in a grip that would likely leave bruises, and said, “Give me your fingers.”
Sobbing against Steve at the order, Eddie immediately pressed two of his fingers inside Steve’s hot, wet cunt, wasting no time before fucking them in and out. If the sound of his tongue and lips against Steve’s entrance was obscene, the way his cunt squelched around Eddie’s fingers was pornographic. With a low whimper, Eddie crooked his fingers against Steve’s g-spot, his eyes fluttering back at the near scream Steve let out.
Now, that was a sound Eddie wanted to hear more of.
With single-minded purpose, Eddie worked Steve’s g-spot relentlessly, massaging it roughly as he sucked and licked and bit at Steve’s dick. Steve’s perfect, muscular, hairy leg tightened around Eddie’s shoulder and back, his pussy clenching tighter and tighter around his fingers in a way that had Eddie wishing it was his cock nestled inside.
“O-oh, fuck, Eds, gonna come!” Steve warned, his breathing punctuated by high-pitched whimpers and his eyes wide, almost panicked as Eddie intensified his attention on his g-spot. Crying out, Steve pulled at Eddie’s hair, gasping, “Eds, I’m gonna—fuck—”
Smirking against Steve’s dick, Eddie had a feeling he knew exactly what Steve was trying to warn him about, especially with how frantic his warnings got with each new swipe and press at his sweet spot. When Steve looked down at him again, Eddie let out a shivering moan and shuffled forward so he was kneeling even more beneath him, tilting his head further back. Opening his mouth, Eddie stuck his tongue out as far as it would go and just held it against the smooth, slick skin between Steve’s dick and the wet heat of his cunt.
Eddie saw the exact moment Steve realized what he was doing, and it was almost like that was the final straw for him. Steve’s entire body shuddered with the beginnings of his release, his abs bunching up as he let out a low groan. Eddie hit Steve’s g-spot a final time, cutting off Steve’s breath with a strangled scream, and then a hot gush washed over Eddie’s tongue, and chin, and down his throat and chest. It was so fucking filthy, the way he was wearing Steve’s water, a small pool of it sitting in his mouth before Eddie audibly swallowed it down.
With a desperately hungry whine, Eddie didn’t relent with his attentions, starving for more of that, of Steve coming undone and the hot gush of his release splashing against his tongue and skin.
“Eds, st—I’m gonna fall,” Steve gasped out, and sure enough the leg he was still supporting himself on was beginning to shake. “I actually—holy fuck, I need to put my leg down now.”
With a pleased hum, Eddie lifted Steve’s leg off of his shoulder and placed his foot on the floor. With a start, he realized there was… not quite a puddle, but more than just a few drops of Steve’s water on the floor. Taking that in, Eddie realized just how wet his front was. His cock was hard and straining against the lap of his boxers, a big wet patch around the head of it showing just how hot it all made him.
When he looked back up at Steve, he froze under the heat of the gaze directed at him. It was heavy, hungry, wholly demanding. Eddie blushed hotly at the intensity, realizing just how fucking messy he was, face shiny and slick with Steve’s spend, throat and chest wet with his water. Surely, Eddie’s hair was messed up from Steve’s hands in it and he was pretty sure Steve’s gush got in it as well.
Eddie would absolutely have to shower properly before he got on public transit back home.
“Get your cock out,” Steve blurted, his breath quickening, and his eyes widened when Eddie immediately lifted up onto his knees just enough to push his boxers down. Once he was seated back onto his knees, Eddie went to touch himself, but Steve let out a soft sound. “Wait.”
“Stevie, I’m so hard I’m about to fucking cry,” Eddie whined, and yet he still dropped his hands into his lap, palms up as he blinked up at Steve.
There was no real reason for Eddie to listen to him or do as he was told, and he knew that Steve probably wouldn’t just make him stop in the middle of his kitchen. And yet, there Eddie was, kneeling with his cock out, boxers bunched down around his knees, hands laying ineffectually across his bare thighs while he waited for Steve.
Nostrils flaring, Steve closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I wanna ride you,” Steve said thickly, meeting Eddie’s eyes the same moment Eddie shuddered. Smirking lightly, Steve carefully got to his knees and scooted forward until he was straddling Eddie’s thighs. “Want you to come inside me, really make a mess of my cunt.”
Eddie shook at that, the wet drag of Steve’s bush on his bare skin filling his head was just full of heat. “We don’t have to worry—?”
“Nope, tubes are tied,” Steve said, leaning close and hovering his mouth over Eddie’s lips. “Been tested recently?”
“Yeah, for my certification,” Eddie blurted, blushing hotly. All he had to say was “yes,” why did he have to bring up his fucking shop. “I haven’t been fucking anyone, but I have to—for the shop, y’know? It’s not—”
“Eds,” Steve interrupted, as he lifted up higher on his knees, cunt hanging above Eddie’s weeping cock. Eddie closed his mouth with an audible click of his teeth, and he could feel his blush crawling down his chest. “Do you want me to ride you?”
“Yes,” Eddie practically squeaked out. Holy fuck, he was determined to embarrass himself apparently.
Steve smirked as he lowered the wet slit of his cunt to rub against the head of Eddie’s cock. “Do you want to come inside me, baby?” Steve asked, voice almost mockingly sweet as he took just the head of Eddie’s cock inside his cunt.
“Oh, fuck, yes, please Stevie, I wanna come inside you,” Eddie whined before he choked on a punched-out moan when Steve sat down, taking the full length of Eddie’s cock into his hot cunt.
The pace from there was frantic, with Steve bouncing in Eddie’s lap, hard and fast, leaning back to get his cock at the right angle for his g-spot. They were loud, with Steve’s low groans and Eddie’s whimpering pleas, and Eddie wanted to feel Steve come. He needed it more than he needed air at that point.
Reaching down to play with Steve’s dick, Eddie made a noise of frustration when his hand was blocked by the apron. Steve had let it drop in favour of bracing one hand on Eddie’s knee, and the other one above his head and hanging onto the counter, using that as leverage to lift himself up and drop back down, hard and fast and desperate. Looking down between them, Eddie couldn’t deny that the apron added something, the way he could hear the wet, squelching sound of his cock sliding in and out of Steve’s pussy, could see wet spots beginning to form where it was being splashed from beneath.
Eddie could’ve watched the lap of that apron all day, but he had a dick to get his fingers on.
Reaching behind Steve, he untied the strings at his waist and then just spun the apron around, so it hung down his back like a fucking cape. Seeing Steve naked in the warm morning daylight, sun-kissed and sex-flushed, was nearly enough to do Eddie in, especially when he looked down and watched the way his dick disappeared with every heavy drop of Steve’s hips.
“C’mon, Eds, touch my dick,” Steve pressed when all Eddie did was stare. Swallowing thickly, Eddie looked up at Steve with wide eyes, whimpering at the smirk that was twitching at the corner of his lips. With a sinful roll of his hips, Steve tipped his head back with a loud cry. “Make me come, sweetheart.”
Immediately, Eddie’s knuckles framed Steve’s dick and started tugging it, working it with quick, frantic little motions that had the man above him jolting and letting exultant cries spill from his throat. The wet heat around Eddie clenched on the next bounce and then the slick walls spasmed, seemingly pulling Eddie’s cock when Steve lifted himself a final time. Steve dropped onto Eddie’s cock with a guttural sound, grinding down onto his lap as he came, eyes rolled back in his head as he shook.
Steve was still catching his breath when he lifted himself up a bit and wrapped his arms around Eddie’s shoulders. Sloppily kissing Eddie while he panted, Steve shuddered with each twitch of his pussy around Eddie’s cock.
“Fuck me, Eds,” Steve mumbled against Eddie’s open mouth, eyes heavy-lidded when he pulled back. “Want you to hold me tight and take what you need, hard and fast. ‘Til I fucking shatter.”
Again, Eddie did not have to be told twice.
Wrapping an arm around Steve’s waist, Eddie held him there and pounded up into his dripping hole. Everything was so wet, droplets splattering his thighs and lower abdomen as Eddie fucked Steve, his own orgasm surging forward and pulling the coil tighter in his gut. Distantly, he was aware that he was still incredibly sore from the night before, and he would likely have to take it very easy for the rest of his weekend, but there was no way in hell he was going to stop now. Not when he was so close, and Steve was writhing on his dick and crying out, babbling about being close again.
With a desperate whine, Eddie grabbed the back of Steve’s head and pulled him into a messy kiss that was mostly just teeth clacking together as they panted into each other’s mouths. Eddie whimpered, loud and keening against Steve’s tongue as the man shoved it into his mouth, his balls drawing up tight and his stomach bunching as he reached the edge, so close to tumbling right over it.
When his thrusts grew erratic, Steve sighed. “C’mon, baby, give it to me. Come inside me,” he breathed and Eddie was done for.
The sound that was torn from Eddie’s throat was raw and shattered, muffled by Steve’s mouth and tongue as his cum painted the walls of the man’s cunt. His hips stuttered against Steve in short jolts, the wet slap of Eddie’s lap against him driving Eddie absolutely insane with lust, even as his cock began to soften, and the pleasure became sharp.
With a broken sound, Steve came again and dropped heavily into Eddie’s lap, pressing him back onto his heels and grinding onto Eddie’s half-hard cock while his pussy clenched and rippled around it.
Finally, they were both done, just riding out the aftershocks as they lazily kissed each other. Well, “kiss” was a bit of an ambitious word for it. They were doing a lot of brushing of lips while they tried to catch their breath, their tongues touching each other lightly in the air between them. As their breathing slowed, Eddie started to pull away to look up at him, and then Steve poked the tip of his tongue up one of Eddie’s nostrils.
The delicate, soft moment shattered with their laughter as Eddie wrenched back, pressing the back of his hand against his nose with a grimace.
“What the hell, man, what kind of animal sticks his tongue up a guy’s nose?” Eddie complained.
“Oh, so that hole is off limits?” Steve asked with a shit-eating grin, his expression unreasonably pleased when Eddie blushed.
“Yes, freak,” Eddie said with a bright laugh, wrapping his arms tightly around Steve and pulling him into a searching kiss.
And if they spent the next ten minutes making out on the floor of Steve’s kitchen, cum and slick drying between them and the waffles Steve made long-forgotten on the counter, that was just fine. Perfect even as far as Eddie was concerned.
With a bit of a start, Steve woke up in the small hours of the morning. Sunlight was just barely beginning to leak in around the curtains over his window and there wasn’t a single sound outside except for the early chirping of birds.
Pressed flush against Steve’s front and wrapped up tight in his arms was Eddie, sound asleep still. Steve wasn’t even sure what woke him up, but he took advantage of the moment to watch the gorgeous man in his bed sleep.
OR
The wee hours of the morning after Steve gave Eddie a taste of his... niche strap collection.
CW: Pure smut, under-negotiated kink ahoy but everyone is into it and happy! More strap-on shenanigans with transmasc Steve and his beautiful cis friend with benefits, Eddie ;p
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With a bit of a start, Steve woke up in the small hours of the morning. Sunlight was just barely beginning to leak in around the curtains over his window and there wasn’t a single sound outside except for the early chirping of birds.
Pressed flush against Steve’s front and wrapped up tight in his arms was Eddie, sound asleep still. Steve wasn’t even sure what woke him up, but he took advantage of the moment to watch the gorgeous man in his bed sleep.
Getting an elbow underneath himself, Steve looked down at Eddie’s face, brushing his long, curly hair back to see his sweet face more clearly. Steve knew he had it bad for Eddie, knew it the moment he laid his eyes on the man all those months ago, but now that he finally had him in his arms? Eddie was stuck with him, one way or another, that was for sure.
Steve hummed and pressed a gentle kiss to the cap of Eddie’s shoulder and shifted even closer to Eddie’s warmth, spooning close. When Steve got a knee between Eddie’s legs, just trying to slot in as tightly behind the man as he could, he felt it: a slickness between his legs, smearing against the skin of Steve’s upper thigh.
Obviously, the memory of fucking Eddie with one of his favourite straps was fresh for Steve, especially the way Eddie shook apart with a scream as Steve pressed the plunger on the syringe full of lube and filled him up. Bred him.
With a huff, Steve began to kiss Eddie’s shoulder, throat, and cheek more determinedly, smiling when Eddie grunted and turned his face so that their lips could meet.
“Wha’time s’it?” Eddie mumbled into Steve’s mouth.
“Early,” Steve replied, trailing his hand down Eddie’s body to hook his fingers around the spur of his hip. Before Eddie could ask, Steve added, “Want you.”
Eddie let out a bewildered little giggle. “You just had me, like, at most four hours ago,” he replied, and when Steve pulled back, he could see Eddie was blushing.
“And I want you again,” Steve said firmly, smirking as Eddie flushed deeper.
“God, insatiable,” Eddie laughed, and Steve hummed his agreement.
“Just for you, though,” he confessed quietly, kissing Eddie’s shoulder as he reeled the man in tighter.
“You gotta stop hitting me with those lines, Harrington,” Eddie practically squeaked, his voice so strangled.
Steve grinned against the back of Eddie’s shoulder as he shifted his thigh further up between Eddie’s legs and rested a hand on his chest. If his thumb swiped over a nipple, playing with the piercing there until Eddie let out a quiet whine, well… who could blame him?
“Steve,” Eddie gasped when Steve began to press slow, biting kisses into his shoulder and neck. “Steve, please…”
“Please, what, baby?” Steve coos against the shell of Eddie’s ear before nibbling on it.
Eddie whined, frustration clear, and he craned his head around to capture Steve’s lips in a messy, misaligned kiss. “Touch me, you fucking asshole,” he groaned thickly and Steve grinned.
Slipping a hand between them, he ventured a soft, gentle, testing touch against Eddie’s hole. It was loose, puffy from the treatment earlier, but most importantly it was still slick from the obscene amount of lube Steve shot into him. Sliding a finger inside Eddie was all too easy, and the shattered whimper he received for it had Steve giving him another before fucking him gently.
“You’re still so wet and open for me, baby,” Steve sighed breathlessly, angling his fingers until he found Eddie’s prostate, relishing the absolutely wounded sound that pulled from him.
“Stevie, I don’t think—I can’t—” Eddie whimpered, even as his hips rocked back to meet Steve’s hand on every gentle thrust.
“I think you can, Eds,” Steve murmured encouragingly, adding a third finger on the next slow slide back in. “And I think you will, won’t you? Not because I’m asking, but because you want me to fuck you again while you’re sore and dripping with my cum.”
Eddie sobbed as Steve worked his hole, turning his face into the pillow to muffle himself.
“None of that, baby,” Steve scolded gently, reaching up with his other hand to grab his chin, pulling his face out of the pillow. “Let me hear you.”
“Steve,” Eddie whined, grabbing Steve’s wrist with both hands, not to pull his hand away from his jaw, but as if to ground himself. He was rocking his hips back against Steve’s hand, shifting his hips to get some stimulation on his prostate, but Steve deliberately avoided it.
“The only time I want you to come is with my cock buried as deep as you can take it,” Steve practically purred in Eddie’s ear, his hand sliding down from his chin to rest over his bobbing Adam’s apple.
“Oh, fuck me, Steve, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease,” Eddie pleaded, straining his throat against Steve’s palm, as if begging him to squeeze.
That was definitely something Steve would revisit when they had a chance to actually discuss the finer details of their intimacy. Lowering his hand back to Eddie’s chest, Steve played with one of his nipples again, tugging the barbell until Eddie was crying out into the dark bedroom.
With a low sound, Steve rolled until he had Eddie pinned beneath him, still three fingers deep in his used hole. Eddie, the perfect angel he was, immediately spread his legs as wide as he could. When Steve sat up to look down at him, Eddie got his knees under him and arched his back, presenting his ass for Steve with a wanton sound.
“Should pump another load into you,” Steve mused, smirking at the babbled pleas that followed that statement. “You’d like that, huh? For me to fuck your pretty hole, breed it again, make you nice and sloppy, huh?”
“Please, Stevie, please, want it so bad,” Eddie gasped when Steve spread his fingers, testing the tightness of his hole.
“Want what, Eddie?” Steve asked, watching Eddie rock his hips up, fucking himself on Steve’s fingers. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“Want your cock, any cock I don’t care, just wanna feel it,” Eddie gasped, looking over his shoulder with heated, wild eyes. “Wanna be fucked ‘til I can’t think, wanna be used and bred so bad, please.”
With a low groan, Steve withdrew his fingers and rolled Eddie onto his back, swallowing Eddie’s protest in a hungry kiss, muffling his pleas with his tongue. When he pulled away, Steve let his eyes travel over Eddie’s body, committing the image of him—blushing, spread out beneath him, all pale skin and dark tattoos—to memory.
“Stay put,” Steve said, stooping to kiss Eddie’s slack mouth one more time before he got up to grab a cock and his harness.
Since they had already fucked that night, and he wasn’t gentle the first time, Steve went with one of the cocks that almost looked like a tentacle. It was thinner than the one they used earlier, but it was longer and made of a softer material. It wasn’t small by any stretch of the word, but it also wasn’t huge. Eddie would definitely still feel it, nice and deep.
Making quick work of preparing the cum-tube, Steve stepped back into the bedroom to find Eddie on his knees again, a towel spread underneath him.
“I told you to stay put,” Steve scolded, smacking Eddie’s hip lightly. The man seemed to startle, looking up at Steve in confusion.
“I did,” he said, actually sticking his bottom lip out in a pout.
Steve shook his head and before Eddie could even open his mouth to question it, Steve manhandled him onto his back again. Kneeling between pale, tattooed thighs, Steve sighed happily as Eddie blinked up at him.
“Perfect,” Steve hummed, hooking his hands under Eddie’s knees to push his legs up and out, lifting his ass and exposing his slick, glistening hole. “Absolutely gorgeous,” Steve added breathlessly.
“Shut up,” Eddie gasped, his voice muffled, and when Steve looked up at his face again, he frowned at the way Eddie was covering it with both hands.
“Hands on the headboard, Eddie,” Steve said firmly, and his stomach fluttered with the way Eddie immediately did as he was told. “No hiding that face from me, and if I call you gorgeous, or pretty, or perfect, you either say thank you or nothing at all, got it?”
At that, Eddie blinked up at him before nodding jerkily. “Okay, thank you, Stevie,” Eddie gasped breathlessly.
“Perfect, just like that. Do you think you need more lube—?” Steve started and Eddie frantically shook his head.
“No, just—please, Steve, need it now. Your cock, please,” Eddie gasped, and Steve looked down to see the way Eddie’s loose hole clenched around nothing.
“As you wish, baby,” Steve sighed, reaching down to position his cock before pushing, sliding inside to the hilt with one relentless thrust.
Eddie arched off the bed with a hiss, his eyes screwed shut as he whimpered. Steve watched him pant and writhe, his eyes taking in every movement hungrily, every new patch of skin Eddie’s blush crawled to.
“So beautiful like this, Eds,” Steve said thickly, shifting his hips back before thrusting back in.
“Like what?” Eddie asked around a whimper, his eyes rolling back at the shifting length inside him, and Steve tsked.
“What’d I say, Eddie?” he asked, and he smiled fondly down at the adorable furrow of Eddie’s brow. Speeding up his movements a bit, Steve asked, “What do you say when I say nice things about you?”
Eddie shuddered, almost grimacing, before he whispered, “Thank you, Steve.”
“That’s it, Eds,” Steve praised, relishing in the way Eddie shivered. “To answer your question, you’re especially beautiful when you’re like this; stuffed full of my cock and leaking precum all over yourself.”
Eddie shuddered and nodded. “Thank you,” he gasped out again, his fingers curling around the headboard tightly. “Fuck, it’s so deep,” Eddie sobbed when Steve bottomed out and just ground against him.
“Yeah it is, baby, you take it so nice, too, like you’re made for my cock,” Steve said, basking in the shudder that pulled from Eddie. “Can’t wait to fill you up again.”
Eddie sobbed, throwing his head back and meeting Steve’s thrusts. “Please,” Eddie begged, his cock untouched and weeping against his own stomach.
“Wanna pump you full of my cum and plug you up someday,” Steve sighed, speeding up his thrusts as Eddie’s eyes fluttered. Steve groaned, practically growled, “Keep you nice and loose, full and wet. Maybe I can come by your shop, bend you over one of your benches and fuck your sweet hole until you’re crying, huh?”
Tears were already gathering on Eddie’s lashes, his mouth hanging open with his panting, whimpering breaths. He was truly the most beautiful person Steve had ever seen, that much he knew with absolute certainty.
“Bet you’re so fucking hot when you’re crying,” Steve sighed, his words almost drowned out by the slapping of his hips against Eddie’s ass. Eddie gasped and bit his lip, eyes rolling back as one particular thrust seemed to hit his prostate. “Right now, you’re so fucking gorgeous, with those great big brown eyes full of tears.”
Eddie whined and bit his lip harder, so hard that Steve was sure it would start bleeding, and he reached down to touch his thumb to Eddie’s chin. Eddie’s mouth immediately opened, letting go of his lip so he could drop his chin and take Steve’s thumb into his mouth.
The breath was punched from Steve’s lungs and his movements quickened, pulling a sweet, humming moan from Eddie on each drive to the hilt. Eddie was shaking, sucking on Steve’s thumb desperately, swirling his tongue around the pad of it. It felt heavenly, but Steve knew this was just a sly way for Eddie to muffle himself, so Steve withdrew his thumb.
“Let me hear you,” Steve said firmly when Eddie went to bite his lip again. Steve sighed dreamily as he added, “Love the way you sound taking my cock, baby.”
Eddie let out a broken little sob, eyes rolling back and tears falling from his lashes finally. “Thank you, Steve,” Eddie whimpered, throwing his head back as he shuddered. “Please, I’m so close.”
“I know you are, baby,” Steve cooed, reaching for the syringe secured against his hip. “Gonna give you my load, then you can get yourself off, alright?”
“Please, please,” Eddie sobbed, arching off the bed as Steve pressed the plunger down, filling Eddie deep and slicking the way for Steve’s dick even more. Each press inward sounded so wet and filthy; Steve felt like he would come just listening to it.
“Touch yourself, baby,” Steve groaned as he grabbed Eddie’s hips in a bruising grip, the pace of his thrusts punishing against him.
Sobbing gratefully, Eddie took a hand away from the headboard and wrapped it around his cock, stroking his cock to match Steve’s thrusts. Within seconds, the gorgeous man beneath Steve was arching off the bed with a shattered sound, cum splashing against his chest and stomach, dribbling down over his fingers. With a pleased hum and buried to the hilt, Steve grabbed Eddie’s wrist and brought his cum-soaked fingers into his mouth.
“Stevie, please, I can’t—” Eddie gasped, and there was something else in his voice, something tense and sore, the whimpered pleasure leaving the tone completely.
“Of course, baby,” Steve hummed, gently pulling out as he stooped to kiss Eddie’s slack, panting mouth.
“Stevie, I’m gonna—I don’t think I can stay awake,” Eddie mumbled, his eyes rolling around a bit as he tried to stay awake. “M’sorry,” Eddie added, and Steve laughed.
“Nothing to be sorry for, gorgeous,” Steve reassured him, watching Eddie fight a losing battle with exhaustion.
“Wanna get you off,” Eddie said, frustration clear in the furrow of his brows and Steve laughed.
“I’m fine, gorgeous. Go to sleep,” he said, and between one blink and the next, Eddie was out cold underneath Steve, snoring quietly.
Smiling fondly, Steve cleaned Eddie up a bit with the towel before unhooking the harness and carefully dropping the whole rig onto the bedside table, resolving to deal with it properly in the morning.
Cuddling up behind Eddie, Steve sighed, content like he hadn’t been in some time, even though he didn’t come this time. With a happy hum, Steve kissed the back of Eddie’s shoulder and decided he would make waffles in the morning just before he fell asleep himself.
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