Rating: M 💗 Words: 2.4k 💗 Tags: Friends to lovers, Soft and sweet, Mutual pining, Feelings confessions
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@steddiebingo Stranded
@steddiesmuttyseptember Motel
@softsteddieseptember Friends to Lovers
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“Fuck,” Steve swore under his breath. A little red light had just flashed to life on his dashboard and they were still three hours from home. He looked around for someplace to pull over just as the power steering went out. Hand over hand, he yanked the unyielding steering wheel to the right and rolled into motel parking lot, just barely making into an actual parking spot. He took a deep breath and looked over to Eddie sitting quietly in the passenger seat.
He popped the hood and they both got out, circling to the front to take a look. Steve released the hook and lifted the hood up, only for them to jump back when a billow of heat hit them hard in the face, the hood slamming shut. Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, breathing deep, trying so very hard to keep his cool. Eddie leaned in the driver’s door and popped the latch again.
“You got any coolant in the trunk?” Eddie asked.
Steve sighed, “No, I used the last of it to fill up for this trip.”
Eddie nodded, “Must have a leak. Got any jugs of water?” – Steve shot him a glare – “I’ll take that as a no. Well, we need to cool it down, so it’s either that or wait it out.”
“Sure, but then we’ll just overheat somewhere else, probably in the middle of nowhere.” Steve spun around, taking in the closing businesses around them. “Maybe we just ask to be let in one of the rooms to get some water? We can fill up the pile of empty 2-liters. Hopefully, they’ll get us back to Hawkins tonight.”
The attendant wouldn’t budge on just letting them in a room to fill up their bottles, forcing Steve to hand over his emergency credit card to rent the room for the night. Steve grumbled all the way back to the car, muttering to himself about poor customer service and that if he treated someone like that in his job, he’d be getting a talking to about being kind and courteous.
Eddie let him stew as he got the room unlocked, propping the door open, and going back to help Steve gather up all the empties from the back seat. They got the first bottle filled up in the tub, poured it over the engine and in the radiator, and went back to fill all the bottles for the rest of their drive.
Eddie was sitting on the edge of the tub, handing a filled bottle to Steve. “How ‘bout we actually use the room for the night? You already paid for it.”
Steve handed Eddie another empty and screwed the lid on the filled one. “Yeah, I was thinking the same. I don’t really want to make the rest of the drive in the dark if we’re gonna have to keep pulling over to let it cool. Maybe we can even find an Autozone between here and Hawkins. Get some actual coolant. Okay, you finish these, I’ll go bring in the bags.”
Steve dumped the bags on the bed and went back out for the cooler they’d kept full of sandwich fixings: sliced meats and cheeses, peanut butter and jelly, reese’s peanut butter cups because Eddie insists they’re better cold, though Steve is fine either way.
Dusk had fallen hard and Steve was a little relieved to be staying the night. This was the last leg of their mini road trip back from Steve’s family reunion in Pennsylvania and he was tired.
He’d been driving for ten hours after they’d stayed up waaay too late drinking with his cousins around the bon fire and then a long brunch that morning. Technically, neither were scheduled to work for a couple more days so they weren’t in a rush home, but Steve had wanted a few days with Dustin before he headed off to his first year as a camp counselor at nerd camp. Steve just knew that the kid was going to spend the first half hour of their Epic Weekend of Steve and Dustin complaining about having to make cuts to his meticulous list of activities that was probably already too long.
Steve breathed out a laugh as he shut and locked the door, pulling the curtains shut tight across the window. He loved that kid, but sometimes he wished his attitude had simmered down with time. But if he was chill, he wouldn’t be their Dustin.
“What’s the joke?” Eddie asked, lining up the bottles like little soldiers on top of the dresser.
Steve smiled over at him, “Just picturing Dustin’s tantrum when we get home tomorrow instead of tonight.”
Eddie chuckled. “Oh, you mean when he whips out his notebook of his list of activities for you two and starts dramatically crossing things off?” – he switched to a high pitched voice mimicking Dustin’s – “And there goes letting you teach me how to play basketball! I got a ball and everything! Not anymore! Oh, if only you’d been back on time!”
Eddie cackled at his own impression, falling back on the bed, hair splaying out, hand resting above his head. He looked up at Steve grinning, and just like how the rest of the trip had gone, Steve couldn’t not grin back. He was even almost used to the way his belly flipped when he saw Eddie so unabashedly happy. Almost.
“Yeah, right,” Steve scoffed, looking down to pull his pajama pants out of his bag. “I’ll make you a bet. If that’s really on his list, you’re filling in for it. We’ll hit up the courts while he’s gone and you can amaze him with your wonderskills when he gets back.”
“Ooooh, you just wanna make the kid jealous.” Eddie laughed, catching his own pj’s Steve threw at his face. “You know we can do that even without the bet? You know, if you wanna just hang out? Though, I bet that’s what he’d be really jealous about. His best friend and his best DM getting so close without him. How dare we!”
Steve shucked his jeans, pulling on fleece pants, and tossed their bags to the floor, his jeans going on the floor next to them. Eddie refused to get off the bed to change and wiggled around switching out his own jeans for his own Garfield fleece pants. He flopped back, winded.
“Did I tell you he called before we left on Friday?” Steve asked, opening the cooler to make sandwiches.
“Uh, no you did not! What did he say? Was he dramatic?”
Steve chuckled, spreading the peanut butter all the way to the edges of the bread to keep Eddie from complaining about the crusts. “Pretty much exactly what you’d expect. How dare I not ask him to go. How dare I invite you to meet my whole family before he gets to first. Tried to tell him his mom said no, but it was like talking to a wall. And then he demanded that I fill him in on everything that happened this weekend.”
Eddie hummed. “Everything?”
Steve handed him his sandwich. “Yep. Not sure how exciting he thinks a family reunion gets.”
“Well, considering I think he was truly flabbergasted that you actually have a large family, I’m sure he’ll eat up any little details you give him.”
“Yeah? Should I tell him you played D&D with my cousins?”
Eddie squawked, crumbs spewing everywhere. “That wasn’t my fault! And you said you’d take that to the grave!”
Steve laughed. He had no plans on telling Dustin anything about Eddie playing D&D with his nerdier cousins, but he loved- liked when Eddie got all dramatic and flail-y. “Ooooh, right, I did say something like that, didn’t I? I don’t know, I just think he’d find it really interesting. You seemed to really like Chris’ story telling.”
“Well, I did. But it’s like I betrayed everyone back home! So, to the grave, Steve.”
“Okay okay, I won’t tell.” He huffs a laugh, sitting on the bed with his own sandwich stuffed full with the last of their meats and cheese. “Though, my two cents? Totally not a betrayal to just play around while on vacation. And if the kids or guys are babies over it, let me know.”
“Aww, Stevie, you gonna defend my honor by giving them a good ol’ talkin’ to?”
Steve huffed out a laugh through his nose as he took a too big bite of his sandwich. “If I have to,” he said around his mouth full of food.
They finished their dinner in companionable silence. Eddie grabbed the bathroom first to wash up and then flipped on the TV, twisting the knob to look for a station with anything good on. Of course, there was literally nothing on, so Steve took his turn in the bathroom.
Standing there in the little room, dim bulb lighting him up in the mirror, he got lost in thought brushing his teeth. Because it wasn’t like he’d set out with the specific goal to tell Eddie how he felt during their mini vacation away. But he had just kinda thought something would happen. Organically. Effortlessly.
And sure, there were moments where Steve could’ve said something. But then some family member would walk in and the moment would be gone.
Besides, if Steve were being perfectly honest inside his own head, he’d really been hoping Eddie would make the first move. Eddie was the one who started the flirting all the way back during the worst spring break ever, so Steve thought it made sense that Eddie would also move things forward passed flirting.
But Eddie hadn’t. Which must mean Steve’s been reading it all wrong the whole time. Maybe Eddie really is just a touchy dude. Maybe none of it has meant anything except what Steve wanted it to mean. Or maybe it’s just different with guys. Lots of flirting, no follow through. Steve sighed, spat out his toothpaste, and left the bathroom, leaving the light on with the door cracked.
Eddie was tucked under the blankets and had turned out all the lights except the one on Steve’s side of the bed. Steve slid in under the blankets, reaching over to turn off the light, which didn’t really plunge them into darkness like Steve fancifully thought it should. Light shone through and around the curtain from the parking lot, a parking lot which clearly doubled as a football stadium with how bright it was lit up.
Eddie lay alongside him, mere inches separating their arms, yet Steve felt farther from Eddie than he had all weekend and they hadn’t even shared a bed at his grandma’s! Eddie shuffled around, rolling away from Steve, returning to his back, turning to face Steve just to roll right back to his other side.
“Eddie?” Steve whispered. “You good over there, man?”
“Ugh, nooo.” Eddie flopped back dramatically. “I can’t get comfortable. I don’t know, the bed’s too hard or something.”
Steve chuckled quietly, “Like that princess, dude. Maybe there’s a grape under the mattress.”
Eddie laughed low, energy seeming to seep out of him. He rolled to face Steve. “Think it was a pea under, like, a huge pile of mattresses.”
“Eh, pea, grape, they’re both tiny balls. Who’s feeling any of them under all that.”
Silence rang across the mattress. Steve dared to meet Eddie’s eyes and they both broke. Cackling, Steve face palmed, trying to hold himself together as Eddie hid his face in his pillow, laughing so hard Steve wasn’t sure he was able to breath. As his laughter slowed, Steve felt the earlier tension between them release.
Eddie’s face was red when he finally looked back at Steve. Steve smiled at him in the low light. Their knees touching and Eddie’s hair all over the pillow, a warmth spread through Steve.
“Steve,” Eddie said, his voice low. He slid his hand from under the blanket and seemed to hesitate, fingers resting lightly on the bed halfway between them.
“Eddie,” Steve said, almost pleadingly. Just wanting- needing something to change, for Eddie to take a chance, to move them forward into something amazing. Steve wished he could make himself do it, but what if he was wrong? How could he take that chance? After everything he’d been through, all the heartache, all the crushed hopes and dreams. No, he couldn’t bridge the gap, but he could wait.
“Steve,” Eddie whispered across their pillows, his eyes taking in Steve’s face, his poised body, his hitched breaths. “You’ve gotta give me a sign here, sweetheart. Something, anything. I need to know you-”
“I do.” Steve said, cutting Eddie off. His body vibrated, his heart pounded, it felt like the very blood in his veins crackled and sparked. He’d spent so long restraining himself, he didn’t know how to finally release himself from his own chains. “Please, Eddie. I’ve liked you for so long, I lo-”
Eddie rolled over Steve, firmly cupping his neck and kissing him hard in one swift motion. Eddie slid a leg between Steve’s, kissing him deep, licking deep. Steve’s heart fluttered, heat pooling low in his belly, he rolled up against Eddie’s thigh, writhing against the weight of Eddie above him. Steve gasped against Eddie’s mouth, “Eddie.”
“Yeah, sweetheart. You’re so perfect, fuck.” He peppered kisses along Steve’s cheeks, slowing down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against his forehead. Steve panted as his heart exploded just a little bit, he kind of felt like crying at the sweet gesture. “Steve. I’ve wanted you for so long, sweetheart. I just always pictured our first kiss, our first time, being...softer, slower. I don’t want to rush you, baby.”
Steve shook his head, eyes prickling. He clasped his fingers behind Eddie’s neck, bringing their foreheads together. “Not rushing, I swear. I just- I think no matter what, it’ll be perfect because it’s us.”
“Steve,” Eddie said, his voice filled with soft reverence, bright eyes shining down at Steve. Steve tilted up, pulling him down into a slow kiss. Time slowed as they moved together, hands brushing skin, lips parting only to suck in breathy gasps.
Afterwards, within the quiet humming of the room, they lay pressed together, limbs intertwined as if to become one. Drifting off, nose pressed close to Eddie’s shoulder, Steve was suddenly incredibly grateful for overheating cars and rude motel employees for giving them the first night of the rest of their life together.
Written for @steddiesmuttyseptember (prompts: backseat | clothes on | soft and slow | bruise) and @softsteddieseptember (prompt: Road Trip). This is super late, I'm sorry.
The biggest thank you to @firefly-party for reading over this and helping me make sense of English grammar and tenses. UGH.
6k | rated: e | warnings: (consensual) blood drinking | tags: vampire!eddie, monsterfucker!steve, dry humping, Steve takes care of Eddie
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“I’m dead, Harrington, not deaf! Haven’t I been through enough? Do you have to torture me with… with this? Crappy music from an even crappier movie? And here I thought we were friends!”
Eddie’s voice grew louder as he ranted, his hands flapping dramatically, his wide brown eyes sparkling under the streetlamps they passed. For someone technically dead, he was so alive—full of energy and life in every way that mattered. Even with his too-sharp teeth, translucent skin, and the absence of a pulse, he was still, well, Eddie.
Not that Eddie agreed.
That’s why they were here now, on this strange road trip to Washington D.C. to meet some friend of Owens who supposedly had a solution for him. How, Steve wasn’t sure. And if he was being honest, he didn’t entirely trust this friend—or Owens, for that matter. They’d been screwed over too many times, and Steve wasn’t about to risk Eddie’s… non-life.
Eddie seemed on edge too, fidgeting and talking too fast, too loud, confined in the tight space of Steve’s trusty BMW.
“If the movie’s so crappy, how do you know Take My Breath Away is in it, huh?” Steve countered, smirking, raising an eyebrow in challenge.
As expected, the question left Eddie sputtering, before he huffed and crossed his arms, pouting.
Steve took pity and turned the volume down, but not before belting out the chorus at the top of his lungs. He couldn’t help but enjoy the way Eddie looked at him, his attention fixed solely on Steve. If he were being honest, that’s all he’d been craving lately—Eddie’s gaze, his words, his touch.
Steve was down bad.
They’d been driving for six hours, and Steve could feel the toll it was taking on him. He still wasn’t sleeping well—nightmares keeping him awake more often than not. The only thing that brought him any real comfort was when Eddie came back from his nightly hunts. It should’ve felt strange that the only time Steve truly felt safe from the horrors of the Upside Down was when the one "monster" they hadn’t killed or sent back to the alternate dimension was taking a shower in his en suite bathroom before crawling into bed with him.
Not that Steve thought of Eddie as a monster—just because he looked a little different and needed blood to survive didn’t make him one.
The only one who saw Eddie that way was Eddie himself. It had taken weeks to convince him to let them anywhere near him, constantly reassuring him that they knew he wouldn’t hurt them, that they loved him.
Eddie had only agreed to stop hiding in the woods if Steve was there, nail bat in hand, ready to strike at the first sign of danger.
That’s why Eddie was living with him now. And that’s why Steve was the one driving him to Washington to meet this friend of Owens.
“You don’t look so hot, Stevie.”
“Geez, tell me how you really feel, Munson,” Steve shot back, only slightly annoyed. Eddie sounded more worried than anything.
Eddie raised his hands in mock surrender, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Relax, you always look hot, big boy. But right now? You look beat. Wanna take a break?”
A break didn’t sound bad at all, Steve thought. Just to rest his eyes for a bit.
“Not your worst idea,” he conceded, much to Eddie’s delight.
Eddie’s voice turned theatrical as he declared, “I only have good ideas, I’ll have you know.”
Steve’s reply came without thinking. “Sacrificing yourself to the bats wasn’t.” The weight of his words hit him the moment the silence in the car became deafening—not even the sound of Eddie’s breathing, which was more habit than necessity, broke the tension.
Shit.
“Eddie, I’m sorry—”
“It’s fine,” Eddie cut him off, his voice flat, the humor gone. “There’s a path over there, leading off the road. Take it. We can park at the edge of the woods. You can rest, and I’ll... hunt.”
Eddie’s whole demeanor screamed for him to drop it. As much as Steve hated the tense silence hanging between them, he didn’t know what to say to make it better. He was sorry for how his words had come out, but the truth was, he’d meant them. Part of him knew it wasn’t fair—he hated what Eddie had done, but he also knew that, in Eddie’s place, he would’ve done the exact same thing. Saving Dustin, buying them time. Sacrificing himself because what was his life compared to theirs, compared to the world?
If Steve was being honest with himself, he’d admit that it wasn’t Eddie he was truly angry at—it was himself. He should have been there. He should’ve been smarter, faster. Better. But he wasn’t. He let them fend for themselves, and this was the result.
The car swayed as it rumbled down the gravel path, pulling him back from his spiraling thoughts. What happened, happened. There was no changing it now. The only thing they could do was deal with the aftermath.
Steve parked the car in a secluded spot, hidden from the road to give them some privacy. The second the car stopped, Eddie swung the door open and disappeared into the woods without a word. Steve sat there, staring after him, regret settling like a weight in his chest.
With a heavy sigh, Steve pushed open his door and went around to grab his nail bat and a blanket from the trunk. He crawled into the backseat, balling up his jacket as a makeshift pillow. The bat went under the driver’s seat, just in case, and he pulled the blanket over himself. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, and with the weight of guilt in his stomach and his mind racing, he doubted he’d be able to fall asleep.
But sleep had other plans. It claimed him within seconds, and as usual, Eddie was the last thing on his mind before darkness wrapped around him like a lover.
He came back to himself slowly, like wading through thick molasses, his senses gradually returning one by one. First, there was the awareness inside his body. He was thirsty. Hungry, too. A dull headache throbbed at his temples, and his neck ached from the awkward position he’d slept in. Everything pointed to him having slept far longer than he’d intended.
Next came his hearing—dulled ever since Billy Hargrove had taken a plate to his head, but still somewhat functional. He could make out the distant hoot of an owl and, if he concentrated, the faint sound of cars speeding by on the nearby road. Then there was something else—a rustling sound, faint and close by. He had to strain to hear it, and might’ve missed it if not for how near it was.
Steve kept his eyes closed, everything feeling too heavy and far away. But now, cautiously, he cracked them open just enough to survey his surroundings without alerting any potential threats.
The car was dark; the sun had set a while ago, from the looks of it. At first glance, it seemed like he was alone, and worry crept in about Eddie. But then the rustling sound came again, and this time his eyes landed on its source. Someone was sitting in the passenger seat, trembling violently.
“Eds?” Steve’s voice came out scratchy from sleep. He swallowed and tried again, softer this time. “Are you alright?”
The figure in the front seat—who Steve hoped was Eddie, though who else could it be—shook its head but remained silent. As Steve blinked the sleep from his eyes and they adjusted to the darkness, more details came into focus. Eddie was hunched over, knees pulled tightly to his chest, his feet up on the upholstery. Normally, Steve would’ve complained, but right now all that mattered was making sure Eddie was okay.
“Eddie, please, talk to me. I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”
He sat up and reached out to touch Eddie’s arm, but the moment his fingers grazed the fabric of Eddie’s jacket, Eddie recoiled, scrambling as far as the small space of the car would allow.
“Don’t,” Eddie rasped, his voice raw and jagged, almost unrecognizable.
Ignoring the warning, Steve inched closer, raising his hands in a calming gesture. “Eddie,” he repeated softly, using the name again because he remembered the first time they encountered this version of Eddie—feral, lost, barely recognizing them. Nancy had said to repeat his name often, to remind him of who he was. It became a habit Steve hadn’t been able to shake entirely.
“Whatever it is, you can tell me. Did something happen while you were hunting?” Steve’s stomach twisted at the thought. What if Eddie had hurt someone? Lost control to the instincts he barely understood? He should’ve been worried about whoever Eddie might’ve harmed—and he was, he was—but more than anything, he worried about what that guilt would do to Eddie. That it would push him to retreat, make him decide that he couldn’t be around people anymore. That he’d leave them.
Leave Steve.
At Steve’s question, Eddie finally looked up, and their eyes met. Steve’s heart lurched. Eddie's eyes were no longer the warm, familiar brown. They were red.
A whimper escaped Steve’s lips before he could stop it, and Eddie’s face—what little Steve could make out—twisted in what looked like pain. Steve realized, too late, that his involuntary reaction had struck at Eddie’s worst fear: that they saw him as the monster he believed himself to be.
“’M sorry, Eds,” Steve stammered, rushing to correct himself. “You just surprised me, that’s all. I’m not scared of you, I swear. I’m just worried for you. Let me help, please.”
With his back pressed against the glove compartment, cowering in the cramped footwell of the passenger seat, Eddie let out a dark, humorless laugh. “You have no idea what you’re asking, Steve. You should just take that trusty bat of yours and bash my head in. That’s the only way you can help.” His voice cracked, raw with desperation. “I… I don’t want to be a monster.”
“I’m not doing that, Eddie.” Steve’s voice was steady, even as his heart hammered in his chest. “You’re not a monster. You’re our friend.”
Eddie let out a bitter sigh, his hand fumbling for the car's overhead light. When it flicked on, Steve’s breath caught in his throat. Eddie looked more monstrous than ever—the sharpness of his teeth more pronounced, his skin drawn tight and pale, dark veins spidering beneath the surface. His red eyes glowed unnaturally in the dim light, and his trembling grew worse.
“I haven’t eaten in days,” Eddie confessed, his voice low and filled with shame. “I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t bring myself to kill any of the animals out there. And tonight, when I finally got desperate enough to try… there were hunters in the woods.” He clenched his jaw, as if disgusted with himself. “I couldn’t risk it, Steve. I had to retreat before I hurt them. Before I would have... lost control.”
Steve’s heart twisted at the sight of Eddie—so vulnerable, yet fighting desperately to stay in control. It hurt to see the raw fear in his friend’s eyes, especially when there seemed to be nothing that Steve could do to make it better. There had to be something. Anything.
Eddie’s refusal to feed explained why the monstrous side of him was becoming more pronounced, more visible. The hunger must be unbearable by now, gnawing at him from the inside out. Yet, Eddie—the stubborn idiot—was willing to suffer rather than hurt another living thing. How anyone could see a monster in someone so kind, so selfless, was beyond Steve. He knew without a doubt that Eddie would starve himself to death before ever harming anyone.
But maybe it didn’t have to come to that. Not if Steve had anything to say about it.
“Maybe…” Steve began, choosing his words carefully, “you don’t have to control it.” At Eddie’s incredulous look, he quickly added, “I mean, what if you let yourself have blood—from someone willing to give it to you? You wouldn’t have to hurt anyone if it was, you know, consensual.”
Eddie blinked, his wide, reddish-brown eyes staring at Steve in disbelief.
“Could you repeat that? Because for a second there, it sounded like you were suggesting I should be drinking blood from a person.”
“It sounded that way because that’s exactly what I’m suggesting,” Steve said, keeping his tone calm. “Not just any person—someone who’d let you do it, of course.”
Eddie’s expression hardened as his voice rose, anger mixing with incredulity. “Are you out of your mind? You’re suggesting I just walk up to someone and be like, ‘Hey, can I get some consensual blood-sucking in? I can’t promise it won’t hurt, but you’d be doing me a real favor.’ Is that what you’re suggesting?”
The flare of anger in Eddie’s voice was almost a relief. It was familiar, a sign that somewhere under all that fear, the Eddie Steve knew was still there. Steve would take Eddie’s frustration over the emptiness he’d seen in him any day.
“Of course not,” Steve replied, his lips curling into a smile as Eddie’s shoulders sagged a little. “I’m suggesting you drink from me.”
You could’ve heard a pin drop in that moment, even with Steve’s less-than-perfect hearing. He was certain Eddie had even stopped breathing, not that he needed to. Eddie just stared at Steve like he’d suggested they strip naked, douse themselves in glitter, and run sparkling through the streets of Hawkins.
“Did you hear me? I. Want. You. To. Drink. From. Me,” Steve repeated, enunciating each word with deliberate conviction.
Eddie was already shaking his head before Steve had even finished speaking. “No! No, no, no. Absolutely not. You’re insane. I—Steve, please, no.”
It was like Eddie was going through the stages of grief—anger, denial, and bargaining. Robin had explained those to him once, and now Steve was watching them unfold before his eyes.
He knew he couldn’t force Eddie to do it, no matter how desperately he wanted to. The truth gnawed at him: a part of Steve didn’t just want Eddie to feel better; he wanted to be the one who made Eddie feel better. And wasn’t that a messed-up thing to feel?
“Please, man. You’re dying. I can see it, and you can’t go on like this much longer.”
The look of utter defeat was painful enough, but it was the resignation in Eddie’s eyes that twisted the knife deeper into Steve’s heart.
“I’m already dead, Steve,” Eddie said quietly. “I died that night, and I shouldn’t have come back. Not like this. I don’t want to live as a monster. If I don’t feed, maybe I can at least die as a human.”
His words were calm, as though Eddie had made peace with his fate, but the sadness lurking behind them hit Steve like a truck.
It made him furious.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re seriously gonna sit there, look me in the eye, and tell me it’d be better if you were dead?” Steve’s voice shook with raw emotion. “Newsflash, asshole—if you die, it would destroy the kids. Dustin worships your scrawny ass. Mike tries to grow his hair like yours. Max would play D&D just to have you DM the game. And it’s not just them. Nancy. Robin. Me. Did you ever think about that? We need you, Eddie. So don’t you dare say it’d be better if you died, because it wouldn’t. It wouldn’t!”
His chest heaved with the effort of getting the words out, his anger mingling with desperation. But as the weight of his outburst settled, Steve felt something shift—like a festering wound finally being drained. It left him raw, but somehow… cleaner.
For a second, he thought it had worked. Eddie moved toward him slowly, his hand outstretched. Steve noticed the darkened tips of Eddie’s fingers, the sharpness of his nails, more menacing than they’d been just hours ago. But Steve didn’t flinch. He stayed exactly where he was, letting Eddie come closer.
Eddie didn’t bite him. Instead, his fingertips grazed Steve’s cheek, soft as a summer breeze. “You’re crying?” Eddie’s voice was a disbelieving whisper, like he couldn’t fathom that the thought of losing him could bring Steve to tears.
“I don’t wanna lose you,” Steve whispered back, his voice thick with emotion. He didn’t care if Eddie could see everything he was feeling now—all the love and fear, laid bare for him to witness. If it meant Eddie would accept his help, if it meant Eddie would stay, then Steve would give him everything.
“You really mean it.” The wonder in Eddie’s voice made Steve smile, because it was so unmistakably Eddie.
“For someone so smart, you can be incredibly thick. Yes, I mean it. Now would you please get over yourself and bite me already? Jeez.”
Eddie’s startled laugh told Steve he’d said the right thing. “You do know I repeated senior year three times, right?”
“Yeah, and we both know that had nothing to do with you being dumb, dumbass.”
They both grinned at each other, the kind of goofy smiles that made Steve’s chest feel light. In that moment, all Steve wanted was to lean in and kiss Eddie—just close the gap and see what it felt like to finally do it.
But before he could act on that impulse, Eddie’s face suddenly twisted in pain.
“Eddie? Are you okay? What’s happening?” Steve’s voice rose with the anxiety building in his chest.
Through clenched teeth, Eddie managed, “I’m so hungry and you—” He stopped, squeezing his eyes shut.
“You what? Come on, man, I thought we were having a moment here. Talk to me!”
Eddie groaned, clearly struggling, and finally blurted out, “You smell so fucking good, okay? Happy now? You smell good enough to eat and it hurts.”
The weight of Eddie’s words hung in the small space between them, thick with tension. Steve had been through enough—beaten, tortured, fighting interdimensional monsters while babysitting a pack of troublemakers. He’d earned something good in his life, damn it. And if that “something good” was Eddie Munson biting him and drinking his blood to stay alive, then so be it. Steve Harrington would take it.
"Almost," Steve growled, his patience finally snapping. He framed Eddie’s face with his hands, pulling him forward into a kiss that had been months in the making. And Eddie went willingly—no, eagerly—letting Steve lick into his mouth with a muffled, desperate moan.
Without breaking the kiss, Steve leaned back, pulling Eddie with him into the back seat. Eddie followed without hesitation, lips still fused to Steve’s as if they couldn’t bear to part. Maybe it was Eddie’s newfound abilities, or maybe the kiss had awakened some hidden grace, but somehow, Eddie managed to climb into the back with him without so much as a stumble.
The heat between them was electric like a thunderstorm, a shiver of pure need running through Steve’s body.
As they sank onto the cool leather, Eddie’s weight pressed down on him, and for the first time in what felt like forever, something settled in Steve’s chest too—a deep sense of peace. He had craved this closeness for so long, the feeling of Eddie with him, on him.
“Eddie,” Steve moaned, finally pulling back to gasp for air. The moment their lips parted, though, he felt Eddie tense above him, realization dawning in his eyes. The danger of being so close to Steve, so close to his pulse, his heart pounding from desire, the blood rushing beneath his skin—it obviously hit Eddie like a freight train.
Steve knew if he didn’t act fast, Eddie would pull away, put distance between them when all Steve wanted was to be even closer. So he took the leap, pushing Eddie’s face toward his neck just as he wedged his thigh between Eddie’s legs.
“Please, baby,” Steve breathed, voice low and thick with want. “I need you to bite me. I want it. I want you.”
He didn’t care that he was begging—he only cared that Eddie wouldn’t leave him.
“Steve—” Eddie’s voice was strained, pained, and Steve felt the sharp graze of a fang against the sensitive skin of his neck.
Steve didn’t give him time to second-guess. He pressed his thigh upward, right against the growing bulge in Eddie’s jeans, and the movement knocked Eddie off balance. He fell forward, right into Steve’s arms, and Steve held him tight, refusing to let him pull away.
“I know you want to, so do it,” Steve urged, breath coming in shallow bursts. When Eddie still hesitated, Steve rocked his hips up and clawed at Eddie’s back, desperation leaking into his voice. “Do it!”
And then, finally—Eddie gave in. With a groan that was half-pain, half-relief, he sank his teeth into Steve’s neck.
It hurt.
But the pain wasn’t the worst part. No, the worst was the sucking—the sensation of blood being drawn from his veins. It felt foreign, unnatural, mixing with the burning throb of the open wound on his neck. The combination made his head spin, disorienting him in a way he hadn’t anticipated.
Yet somehow, despite—or maybe because of—the intensity of those sensations, Steve was painfully hard. His cock strained against his Levi’s, which already felt tight on a normal day. Now, they were almost unbearable, constricting, and he half-wondered if they’d cut off circulation to his legs soon.
It was confusing, how his body reacted to Eddie feeding on him, but what really sent shivers down his spine were the sounds Eddie was making. Quiet, needy moans muffled by Steve’s neck, soft hums of pleasure that Eddie probably wasn’t even aware of. And it wasn’t just that—Steve could feel Eddie mindlessly rutting against his thigh, the thick, hard length of him pressing into Steve like a promise.
Steve had never been this close to another guy’s hard-on before. The closest he’d come was watching Tommy H. jerk off beside him in his bedroom during a sleepover, Tommy’s eyes dark with something that had made Steve’s skin prickle. But this? This was so much better. It wasn’t just real—it was Eddie. And Steve had been halfway in love with him ever since that day when Eddie talked about Dustin, about how much the kid worshiped him, and how maybe Steve wasn’t such a bad guy after all.
The cramped space of the car was filled with the sound of their ragged breaths and soft moans, but they weren’t just Eddie’s anymore. Steve’s own sounds were growing louder by the second, the initial sting of pain transforming into a heady mix of heat and need. Each pull on his neck sent a pulse of pleasure straight down to his groin, making his cock twitch against the too-tight denim.
He had never felt anything like this before—this blend of pain and pleasure, of intimacy and raw need. And all he could think was how right it felt. How right Eddie felt.
Steve felt like he was drifting in a dream, the world around him soft and hazy, time slipping through his fingers like sand. He couldn’t tell how long it had been since Eddie’s teeth first pierced his skin—seconds, minutes, hours? Maybe even days. It was impossible to say, lost as he was in the slow, heated grind of their bodies. The friction between them pushed him higher and higher, though he wasn’t sure if it was the pleasure or the blood loss that had his head spinning. A distant part of his mind registered alarm at how weightless he felt, how far away everything seemed.
But Steve felt so good. Safe, even, wrapped in the arms of one of the most dangerous creatures he’d ever encountered.
It was Eddie who finally pulled back with a wet, slurping sound, his mouth leaving Steve’s neck as he gasped for breath. “Steve? Shit, Steve, come on, man, look at me.” Eddie’s cool hand cupped Steve’s cheek, shaking him gently, his fingers trembling as he turned Steve’s face to meet his gaze. When their eyes finally locked, Steve was relieved to see that the red had vanished entirely from Eddie’s eyes, replaced by the familiar warm brown that he had come to love.
“’ddie?” Steve slurred, his voice sounding weak, even to his own ears. He caught the worried look on Eddie’s face, the way his brows knit together and his lips pressed into a tight line, stained with drops of blood. My blood, Steve thought vaguely. Somehow, the idea didn’t bother him. Summoning the last bit of strength he had, Steve smiled and placed his hand over Eddie’s, still resting on his cheek. “’m fine. Promise.”
“You don’t look fine, Steve,” Eddie shot back, panic edging his voice. “You look like you’re about to pass out. Goddammit, why didn’t you stop me? Shit, I could’ve killed you.”
Eddie’s voice cracked with guilt, his words thick with fear and desperation. He sounded wrecked, not in the way the still-persistent throbbing in Steve’s groin suggested they both should be, but wrecked with the weight of what had just happened. But Steve didn’t care about that. He didn’t care that he was dizzy, or that his body felt light as a feather. What mattered was making Eddie understand that Steve wanted this. He wanted everything Eddie could give him—his hunger, his desire, his love. And in return, he wanted Eddie to take everything from him — his blood, his heart, hell, even his life. It was all Eddie’s for the taking.
A gasp slipped from Eddie’s lips, sharp and incredulous. “Eddie…” Steve’s voice was barely a whisper, his gaze soft and unwavering as he stared into Eddie’s wide, unblinking eyes.
“You don’t mean that,” Eddie whispered, his voice thick with disbelief.
Steve blinked, suddenly realizing he must have said it all out loud. Oops.
Well, in for a penny, in for a pound, right? So far, Steve’s gut instincts had always guided him right, more or less. He was still alive, wasn’t he? That was good enough in his book even if the Robin in his head was rolling her eyes at him.
“I mean it,” he said, his voice soft but steady. “I know you don’t believe me, but I do. I want you. All of you—the good, the bad, the ugly.” Steve’s lips curled into a smirk, mischief lighting his eyes. “And if you haven’t noticed…” He rolled his hips deliberately, making sure Eddie could feel just how much he wanted him. “I was really enjoying myself.” To drive his point home, he shifted his thigh, pressing it against the unmistakable evidence of Eddie’s arousal. Above him, Eddie’s face contorted in pleasure, a low moan rumbling from deep in his chest.
Gotcha, Steve thought with a smug little grin.
“And I think you liked it, too,” Steve continued, his voice dipping lower. “So why don’t you stop worrying and get us both off, huh? I’m not sure I can right now, so it’s the least you could do to make it up to me, don’t you think?”
It was a bold move, pretending to be nonchalant when, in reality, Steve felt like he was hanging on the edge of a cliff, waiting to see if Eddie would catch him or let him fall. His heart pounded in his chest, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still as he watched Eddie’s face—those deep, whiskey-brown eyes wide with surprise, disbelief, and something else that made Steve’s pulse race even faster.
Then, something happened that Steve did not see coming at all.
Eddie laughed.
Not just a chuckle, either, but a real, belly-deep laugh that shook his entire body. The anxiety that had been etched into his features for so long, the haunted look he’d worn since coming back from the dead, finally melted away. In its place, there was warmth, the corners of his eyes crinkling as laughter spilled from his lips, dimples flashing in a way that made Steve’s heart clench.
Eddie was so beautiful.
Eddie’s laughter faded, the echo of it lingering in the close confines of the car like the remnants of a shared secret. His gaze softened, the humor in his eyes shifting into something far more tender, far more vulnerable. “You’re unbelievable, Harrington,” he said, shaking his head, but this time his voice was filled with awe rather than disbelief. “Here you are, barely hanging on, and somehow you’re still making me feel flustered. What kind of guy are you?”
His fingers, cool but delicate, ghosted over Steve’s cheek, the sharpness of his nails a reminder of the monster Eddie thought he was. But the touch? That was all Eddie—the boy Steve had been falling for piece by piece. “You really want me to believe you’re okay with this? With me? After what I just did to you?”
Eddie’s voice wavered, his uncertainty spilling out despite the bravado. “You’re either the bravest or the dumbest guy I’ve ever met. Maybe both.”
Steve couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips, one that matched Eddie’s in its softness, despite the tension hanging between them. “I don’t hear you telling me I’m wrong, man. We’ve been talking about me—what I want. But what about you?” He paused, his voice gentle but probing. “What do you want, Eddie?”
Eddie’s reply came without hesitation. “You.”
Steve’s heart stuttered in his chest while the butterflies in his stomach went wild. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Then have me.”
Blessedly, this time, Eddie didn’t argue. He didn’t hesitate or question whether he deserved this—deserved Steve. He just did what Steve asked.
Pushing himself up on one arm, Eddie moved his other hand from Steve’s cheek, letting it trail down to palm him through his jeans. The earlier intensity had faded slightly during their conversation, but the moment Eddie’s hand found him, it was like lighting a match to gasoline. Heat surged through Steve, reigniting everything Eddie had stirred up.
Eddie's grin widened, his sharp teeth gleaming as he looked down at Steve, the dangerous undertone of it a sharp contrast to the mischievous, boyish excitement that always pushed Steve to keep up with his contagious energy. “I knew you’d be packing, big boy,” Eddie teased, his voice full of admiration and humor. “And all this for lil’ old me?” His fingers squeezed experimentally before running along the length of him, feeling the way Steve’s body responded, hardening further under his touch.
Steve, still a little lightheaded from the blood loss—made worse now that more of his blood seemed to be rushing south—blinked up at Eddie, his thoughts scrambled. All he could do was press his hips up, seeking more friction, his body moving on instinct even if his brain was lagging behind.
His hips began to grind against Eddie’s hand, slowly at first, trying to find a rhythm as Eddie held back, teasing, not giving him the relief he craved. Words failed him, but his body knew exactly what it wanted, each roll of his hips desperate and pleading.
“Didn’t anyone ever—fuck—tell you not to play with your food?” Steve groaned, hips stuttering as Eddie’s touch continued its slow, maddening exploration. It was risky bringing up the fact Eddie had just fed from him, but the elephant in the room wasn’t going anywhere, so why not address it now, while they were both caught up in the heat of the moment?
Eddie paused for just a moment, his eyes searching Steve’s with an unreadable expression. Then, he laughed softly, the sound low and rough, sending a shiver through Steve's entire body. "Oh, sweetheart," Eddie murmured, leaning closer, his lips brushing against Steve’s ear. "You have no idea how much I want to devour you."
Before Steve could even process Eddie’s words, Eddie shifted, settling between his thighs. The new position aligned their hard cocks perfectly, and they both gasped at the intense sensation. Eddie leaned down, nosing along Steve’s jaw until his breath ghosted over Steve’s ear. “Thank you, Stevie,” he whispered.
Eddie's hips rolled slowly, expressing his gratitude with each movement, though Steve wasn’t sure what Eddie was thanking him for. It didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was the electric friction between them, the delicious drag of flesh against flesh. The weight of Eddie’s body should have made Steve feel trapped, but instead, it just amplified his need, igniting something primal within him. He was prey—and he loved it.
That thought made him cling even tighter, his legs wrapping around Eddie's waist to increase the friction. Eddie’s pace quickened, hips thrusting with more purpose, slow but insistent, like they were making love for real. Like Eddie was buried deep inside him. And suddenly, that’s all Steve wanted—Eddie inside him, closer, always closer. His teeth in Steve’s neck, his cock in his body. He needed to feel everything.
Steve’s fingers dug into Eddie’s back, nails scratching against the thin fabric of his shirt in a desperate attempt to mark him, to claim him the way Eddie had claimed Steve with his bite. Eddie didn’t complain—if anything, the scratches seemed to spur him on. His breath hitched, and he let out a string of grunts and moans, the sounds vibrating against Steve’s skin as Eddie whispered praises into his ear. He called Steve brave, kind, selfless, and so, so pretty.
Steve had experienced some incredible sex in his life, but nothing compared to this—dry-humping Eddie Munson in the backseat of his car, bodies pressed together, breathless, and needy.
A familiar tightness coiled in his groin, his whole body tensing as he teetered on the edge of release. But something was missing.
“Bite me,” Steve begged, his voice high and needy, almost desperate.
Eddie whimpered, his hips stuttering for just a moment. “Steve—”
Not willing to let Eddie pull away, Steve’s hand gripped his ass, urging him to keep moving, while his other hand pressed against Eddie’s neck, guiding him closer to his own neck. “I’m close, baby, so close. Please.”
As Eddie's teeth sank into his flesh once more, Steve's vision blurred, the rush of pleasure and pain so overwhelming it felt like his soul had left his body for a moment. He must’ve floated away for a bit, because when he came back to himself, he was no longer beneath Eddie but lying on top of him, his head resting on Eddie’s chest, while Eddie’s fingers gently combed through his hair in a soothing rhythm.
Steve must’ve made a sound, or maybe Eddie was attuned to the change in his breathing, because Eddie noticed right away.
“Hey, sweetheart, back with me?” Eddie’s voice was soft, warm, filled with affection.
“Mmm,” Steve hummed, feeling content and utterly spent. His limbs felt like they weighed a ton, his body heavy but blissfully sated. “Don’t wanna move.”
“Never?” Eddie chuckled, his laughter light and fond, and Steve could feel himself falling even deeper into this perfect moment, cocooned in the warmth of post-orgasmic bliss.
He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, his stomach growled loudly, breaking the quiet. Eddie snorted. “I think we have to move, darling. That sounded like a demogorgon.”
Steve groaned in protest, causing Eddie to give in with a soft smile. “Okay, fine. A few more minutes, but then we’ll get you something to eat and drink.” His hand drifted to Steve’s neck, thumb gently brushing over the already healing bite. “This took a lot out of you. Let me take care of you, okay? Like you did for me.”
Steve snuggled closer, the idea of being cared for by Eddie sounding better than anything. “Okay,” he mumbled.
Eddie pressed a lingering kiss to the top of his head, his voice barely a whisper. “Thank you, Stevie.”
Written for the @steddiesmuttyseptember week 2 prompt ‘soft and slow’ | WC: ~7.3k | Rating/CW: E 🔞 SMUT, MDNI! Angst/conflict, big emotions, insecurities, mentions of difficult childhood experiences, hurt/comfort, oral (m rec), fingering (m rec), ball worship, scent kink/olfactophilia, cumming untouched, cum eating, aftercare | A/N: This is the longest thing I’ve written this fast - thank you for the challenge! I’d usually spend ages faffing and obsessing editing and proofing, so if you see any mistakes or missed warnings/tags LMK ❤️
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Eddie isn’t having the best of weeks. It’s midsummer, and he’s been working hard in the shop with the only ventilation being the open front shutters and no breeze. His boss has been on his ass, and he’s been saddled with working on a particularly uncooperative Chevy for the past three days.
It’s getting him down mentally as well as physically, but he doesn’t like to bother Steve with stuff like this. Their relationship still feels fairly new, especially for Eddie, who’s never had anyone stick around for as long as Steve has. He’s constantly anxious that Steve will eventually figure out that he’s a total nerdy, needy loser, so he keeps his feelings close to his chest.
They’ve only been living together for about three months, and Eddie’s still adjusting to having someone other than Wayne around all the time. Particularly someone like Steve, who seems to care so much. He’s always getting close to Eddie, touching him, cuddling him. At first Eddie thought it was purely sexual. After all, that’s what most people wanted who’ve gone anywhere near him. But he also seems to want to do it for his own comfort, and Eddie’s. He touches him to say hello, good morning, good night, let’s cook, thank you, can I have one of your fries… Sometimes it’s just letting him know he’s there, or just for touching him’s sake.
And Eddie loves it, he really does. He hasn’t had that level of affection in his life since he lost his mom, and if he’s honest, he craves it.
But Steve often insists on doing it at the most inconvenient moments. Like when Eddie gets home from work. As soon as he’s through the door of their apartment Steve’s on him, nuzzling at him and demanding cuddles, when all Eddie wants to do is get in the shower and wash off the stink of the day. It’s got to the point where Eddie deliberately tries to avoid Steve when he arrives home, quickly breezing past whatever room he’s in and heading straight for the bathroom, locking the door before Steve can catch up, and instead enjoying the fresh cuddles he can indulge in once he’s got cleaned up and changed.
But today is different. It’s been especially hot, the Chevy has been an exquisite asshole, and he hasn’t eaten or drunk nearly enough. He’s grumpy, parched and irritable, and for some reason he’s decided that today’s the day he’s going to bring his dirty work hoodie home to wash it, the fabric slung over his shoulder not doing anything to cool either himself or his mood.
Instead of checking where Steve is like usual, he decides getting a drink is more important, and strides into the kitchen to grab something cold before heading out to wash up.
It doesn’t work out that way though, as Steve’s already fixing dinner, his shift at Family Video ending pleasantly early now that he’s in charge of the schedules. He’s in a sinfully tight pair of shorts and a tight shirt, and has a cute apron tied around his waist. On autopilot, Eddie’s insecurities barely register when he internally questions what the hell he could’ve done to deserve this Adonis of a man. He tries to be as quick as he can, but it’s no use, Steve’s on him before he’s even managed to close the fridge.
“Hey, baby. How was your day?”
Steve’s strong arms circle around Eddie’s waist and pull him in, and he pushes his face into his damp, disheveled curls at his neck and breathes in.
Steve’s voice turns gruff and he closes his eyes as he mumbles,
“Ohh, baby, you really need a shower…”
In his already-fragile state Eddie doesn’t take it well. Pushing his forearms against Steve’s shoulders, he tries to pull away, stuttering,
“Whaddayou mean? D’you think…?”
“What is it, baby? I’m just tellin’ you how you sm-”
Eddie’s protestations become more frantic, and he bodily shoves Steve away, his voice high-pitched and tremulous as he retreats, shouting,
“I’m not- I don’t- Get off of me.”
Suddenly on the defensive, he blurts,
“Y’know what Steve, fuck you!”
He storms out of the kitchen, flinging his hoodie violently into the laundry room on his way to their shared bedroom, the zipper making a harsh clanging noise against the metal and creating the perfect soundtrack to Eddie’s spiky mood.
He kicks the bedroom door shut aggressively behind him, dropping to the mattress with his head in his hands, desperately trying to muffle the sound of his sobbing.
Steve stands in the kitchen, stunned. He has no idea what he did to upset Eddie so much, but he’s concerned it might be because he brought up how he smells.
He tries to give Eddie some space, busying himself with small tasks in the kitchen, but he’s distracted and keeps dropping slices of carrot onto the floor, so eventually admits defeat and removes his apron.
He pads slowly towards their bedroom door, still uncertain of what he’s done and, especially, fearful of making things worse. But he’s unable to leave his boyfriend alone in such a state, especially one that he’s inadvertently created.
He knocks quietly, murmuring softly,
“Eddie? Are you okay? Can I come in?”
There’s a few beats of silence. Each second builds Steve’s anxiety to the point he can barely stand it. He’s milliseconds from opening the door, but then he hears a loud sniff, followed by a large exhale, and then Eddie’s voice, trembling a little as he mumbles,
“Y-yeah. I guess...”
Steve pushes the door, slowly, still nervous of startling Eddie, and sees him sitting on the edge of their bed. He’s still in his work clothes. His overalls are pushed down and tied at his hips, his tank top, spotted with grease and sweat, hugs his torso and his slim waist, and his hair, tied up in a messy bun on top of his head, is loose and barely containing his curls. He sits with his elbows on his knees and his palms over his eyes. Steve thinks he’s an absolute vision, but decides to keep that to himself for the time being.
He moves slowly towards him, still keeping his distance, though one hand comes up almost unconsciously, desperately wanting to touch Eddie, comfort him.
He stops himself, and instead, kneels on the rug in front of him. Gently, like he’s approaching a frightened child, he takes hold of Eddie’s wrists and encourages him to move his hands so that Steve can see his face.
His attempt at a calm demeanour falters as he sees Eddie’s wet and red-rimmed eyes. He hates it - someone as beautiful as Eddie should never be made to feel like this, especially not by someone who loves him.
“Eddie, what’s going on? Can you talk to me, please?”
Eddie tries to squirm out of Steve’s gentle grip, looking away from him and trying unsuccessfully to hide his face behind a few strands of loose hair.
“It- it’s nothing, shit. Just- leave me alone, let me get cleaned up, okay?”
He tries to rise, but Steve’s not having any of it. He leans forward, stopping Eddie from standing. He needs to know what this is about.
“No, it’s not okay. Tell me what I did. Did I offend you? Talking about how you smell? It’s just that-”
Eddie cuts him off with a huff.
“It’s something from my childhood, okay? A- a bad memory. More than one memory, actually.”
He chuckles humourlessly.
Steve stays quiet, but raises his brows, encouraging him to continue. Eddie looks into those warm, golden, puppy dog eyes, and suddenly the words come.
“It’s- They- After my mom-”
He takes a deep breath. Steve knows how much Eddie misses her, but never pushes the subject, preferring to let Eddie to talk about her whenever he feels up to it.
“There was no one to take care of me, I guess. My dad, h- he, uh, he didn’t care. He never washed my clothes, or told me to bathe. He just let me run around in my own filth. And I didn’t know any better until months later, when the kids at school started making fun of me. They’d run around pinching their noses, making disgusting noises and- and saying I needed to take a bath. You know what they called me? Mouldy Munson. So I guess I’m a little… sensitive when people comment on how I smell.”
Eddie huffs again, and the tears start falling freely. He doesn't even try to hide it now.
Steve’s brows furrow in anger as he imagines a younger Eddie, bereft and alone, and lacking even basic life skills because no motherfucker thought he was worth the effort. But Steve knows different. He’s sure he can somehow help Eddie realise his own considerable worth, even if right now he has no clue exactly how he’s gonna go that.
He takes a chance and moves to sit next to Eddie on the bed, close to him, keeping one hand wrapped tightly in both of his.
“Will you tell me about it?”
Eddie frowns.
“You’d really wanna hear about my shitty childhood?”
“Of course. I wanna know everything there is to know about you, the good things and the bad. They all mix together to make you who you are.”
Eddie looks at Steve then. It takes a moment, but after searching Steve’s face for the slightest hint of condescension or dishonesty, and finding neither, he decides to do the bravest thing he thinks he’s ever done. He takes Steve up on his offer. Relaxing an almost imperceptible amount, though Steve notices, he continues,
“Okay, well… That first time, I defended myself. Came out swinging, managed to take a couple of those fuckers down before the lunch supervisor came out, and hauled me away to the principal’s office. He left everyone else in the yard and didn’t once ask for my side of the story. I guess that was the moment I realised that the only person I could rely on was myself.
“It was only after that happened a few more times that a teacher took me to one side, sat me down, gave me a drink and a cookie, and then another, and another, because Asshole Al apparently didn’t think feeding me was all that important either, and then asked me what was going on at home. I tried to play it cool, brush her off, knowing my dad would tan my hide if I said anything bad about The Munsons. But she saw through me, of course she did. I was a scrawny kid in filthy jeans and she’d heard about what had happened with my mom.
“So, she cleaned me up, sorted me out. She’d make games out of getting me to brush my teeth and take a bath, and she taught me how to do my own laundry. She’d challenge me to shirt-folding races, or cereal-eating contests, and, what a surprise, I’d always win. She even took me to goodwill, and bought me clothes that actually fit with her own money.”
Eddie snuffles out a chuckle as he remembers,
“One time, she gave me five dollars. Five whole goddamn dollars! I thought I was the richest person in the world. She told me to get some fun things for myself. Like toys, n’ shit. I didn’t even know what I was looking for. I chose some cars, a dragon figurine, a stuffed Garfield that was missing an ear and was way past its best. I picked up some wildly inappropriate books and comics that were either far too young or far too old for me, and she helped me swap a few things out. But when she saw I’d got a tattered copy of The Hobbit, and told her how much I liked the drawings and the ‘code’ on the front, for some reason she didn’t make me put that one back…
“And that’s actually where I got my first ever band shirt. She found a KISS one in the adult section, and said she’d heard me singing old rock’n’roll songs to myself so I should have it, that I’d grow into it. I loved that shirt. I wore it round the trailer until it was the right size for me to go out in, and then I wore it some more. And then, when it got too tattered, I cut off the arms and the bottom, and wore it as a goddamn crop top. I might’ve even worn it for Corroded Coffin’s first gig.”
Eddie’s eyes light up at the fond memories, and Steve smiles with him.
But he’s just a guy, and he can’t help the feeling in his pants that comes with imagining Eddie in a short shirt that exposes his underarms and happy trail. He wonders if he’d ever consider doing it again, even if it was just for Steve.
But then Eddie’s face falls again, as he recounts,
“‘Course, all of that was lost in the fire. I’ll never forget that teacher though. In a lot of ways she saved my life. So, I guess I’ve been paranoid ever since, about how I smell, I mean. Which is why my deodorant is always finished faster than yours, and even though you have the most elaborate haircare routine in the Western hemisphere, it’s me who’s always running out of shampoo…”
Steve squeezes Eddie’s hand, hoping to reassure him, let him know he’s here for him, and silently thanking him for opening up and sharing all of this.
Eddie looks up and their eyes connect. Steve smiles softly at Eddie, and, after a brief pause, Eddie smiles softly back. Steve’s not running. And Eddie feels good, lighter. He thinks maybe this sharing shit thing might not be so bad after all…
It’s not all swans and roses though, as Eddie suddenly remembers his actions from earlier, feeling like he owes Steve an apology.
“Hey, I’m sorry. For what I said. It just takes me back there, y’know? I kinda overreacted.”
Steve reassures him, taking his hand in both of his.
“Oh no, baby, I’m the one who should be sorry. I didn’t know. You don’t talk much about your family, and…”
“It’s okay, Steve. It wasn’t your fault. I should’ve said something, not snapped at you like that.”
Lightening the mood, Steve responds,
“It’s okay. You know I like it sometimes when you’re a little mean…”
He dips his chin and looks up coyly through his lashes, and they both giggle again, remembering the other night when Eddie most certainly did put Steve in his place…
It’s Steve’s turn to look down now, as he decides, given that Eddie’s been so brave and confident, he’ll also reveal something he’s kept hidden.
“Look, the reason I was so scared that you were mad is because, well… I guess I need to make a confession of my own.”
Eddie’s intrigued, shifting on the bed to straighten up to Steve, his big brown eyes still rimmed with red, but flashing now, inquisitive and mischievous.
“Yeah, uh… I guess my childhood was… kinda the opposite? My parents were… fastidious. Everything needed to be perfect, to the point where my mom ended up practically sterilising the house on a daily basis. When I used to play outside, she’d make me strip off as soon as I came in, dump all my clothes in a boil wash and make me go straight to the bathroom and get in a hot bath. Sometimes she’d even hose me down in the yard before letting me inside. It got to the point where the fun of playing outside wasn’t worth the effort to get cleaned up afterwards, and I’d just not do much, staying indoors rather than going through all that, time after time. And when I got older, and especially after I met you…”
Steve smirks and his cheeks pinken,
“… I realised I actually quite liked the way other people smell. As in, their natural smell. And it made me feel bad, ashamed, like I was dirty, or perverted, or something. So, I never told you, because I thought you might, I dunno, say I had a weird kink or something. Which is stupid, because you’re so not like that.”
It’s Eddie’s turn to catch Steve’s gaze now, and he brings his other hand to cover Steve’s, squeezing it and smiling softly as if to say, no, I’m not.
“So… what I’m trying to say is… I actually really like it when you smell musky, and masculine, and, well, like you. And- and this is the weird part, especially when you’re all sweaty and dirty from a hard day's work.”
His brow furrows just a touch and his throat clicks as he swallows. It’s almost inaudible, but Eddie’s close enough to catch it. And the slight shift in Steve’s position as he moves his hips, trying to increase the friction provided by the folds in the denim at his crotch.
A smirk twitches at the side of Eddie’s mouth, as if he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing, but is liking it all the same.
“Wait, really? You’re serious? You actually… like… the way I smell?”
“Oh yeah, the sweatier the better. Goddamnit, you have no idea what you do to me…”
Steve loses his composure, dropping his forehead onto Eddie’s shoulder and releasing one hand from their shared grip to roughly palm at his crotch, exhaling loudly.
Eddie can hardly believe this. The very thing he’s been trying to hide all these years is something that Steve actually finds alluring. He can’t help the stirring in his own pants as he looks at the effect this is all having on Steve, especially what’s going on beneath his hand.
Steve looks up again, takes in Eddie’s visage. He wants Eddie to feel special, wanted, like the princess he deserves to be. Wants him to feel every moment, every movement. Feel all of Steve’s love that he wants to pour into him and over him, until it suffuses every molecule of his being and dislodges and replaces all of the fear, doubt and self-loathing that Eddie has left and leaves him a breathless, glowing, sated ball of self love. He wants Eddie to feel the way Steve feels about him. Has always felt about him, if he’s honest.
He stands from the bed and shifts until his thighs straddle Eddie’s, lowering himself onto his knees, and lifts a hand to touch the side of his face. Smiling at him, he decides to shower him with even more compliments, hoping to overload him so much that he can’t help but believe them. He runs his thumb across Eddie’s cheek and lets his fingers tickle the sensitive skin at the nape of his neck, then leans into his opposite ear and begins the assault.
“You’re so beautiful, so gorgeous. You’re hands down the hottest person I’ve ever met, and you make my knees so weak.”
He connects his lips with the side of Eddie’s neck, just below his ear, and feels him shudder at the touch.
“You look so good, you’re like a fucking god.”
He kisses him again, more pressure this time, but still soft, and he allows his tongue to peek out just a little to kitten lick Eddie’s skin. He gets his first taste of the salt and sweat that he craves, and moans against Eddie’s alabaster flesh when he gasps at the sensation.
“And you sound so good too. Oh hell, when you’re under me, or over me.”
Another kiss, sucking gently this time, and Eddie moans.
“And when you sing? Fuck, you don’t want to know how many times I’ve nearly cum in my pants watching you at The Hideout.”
He’s pretty sure Eddie almost convulses at this. He huffs a breathy chuckle into his ear, and pulls slowly back to admire his handiwork. Eddie’s flushed a pretty pink, his lips rolled inwards and his brow slightly pinched, as if he might be holding something in, possibly tears. Steve holds his gaze, going in for the kill. He runs a fingertip over the damp curls at Eddie’s temple and his voice drops as he admits,
“I wanted you for so long, and now I can hardly believe you’re mine. I want to make you feel so good, I wanna worship you, slowly, and let you know how beautiful you are.”
Eddie breathes heavily as Steve leans in again, his swollen lips almost brushing the tip of Eddie’s round and pretty nose.
“But please, please, more than anything else in the world, I want to show you just how much I love your smell. Will you let me do that?”
Eddie’s voice trembles a little as he agrees, with a mix of nervousness and excitement,
“Y-yeah, Steve. I’ll- I’ll let you do that…”
Steve’s grin is so bright it rivals the sun, and Eddie feels a rush of warmth more intense than anything he’s felt before. Eddie’s less restrained than Steve is, and his hands lift from the mattress to grab at Steve’s hips, yanking him forwards, up his lap. As Steve’s crotch connects with his, both of them semi-hard now, he huffs out a breathy,
“Christ!”
Steve lets out a delighted whimper, enjoying the sensation, but resisting the urge to grind himself onto Eddie’s bulge. There’s nothing he wants more right now than to flip him, strip him and destroy him, but he musters every ounce of self-control that he has left and restrains himself. He’s pretty sure that if asked, Eddie would disagree and demand that Steve take him, roughly, obliterate his negative thoughts with thrusts, smacks, physical sensations, maybe even a little pain. But that’s not what he wants for Eddie right now. So, fighting every cock-driven impulse, he moves.
Soft.
And slow.
His lips part slightly as he cups Eddie’s cheeks in his palms and softly, slowly, connects their mouths. Whenever they kiss it’s always like velvet and rose petals, and it feels like coming home, but today it feels even more special. Steve hums softly, and Eddie whimpers quietly. Steve moves, pursing his lips and changing position, but not taking it any further just yet.
Soft…
Slow…
He intersperses his kisses with more verbal encouragement.
“I want to smell all of you,” kiss, “I want to taste all of you,” kiss, “I want you to fill my senses until I don’t exist anymore,” kiss, “I want to show you how much I love every part of you,” kiss.
Steve’s tongue peeks out to collect a little of the tangy zest from Eddie’s upper lip. There’s a moment of total silence and stillness, then the floodgates open. They both drop their jaws, wide, and plunge their tongues into the other. They dance against each other, pushing, dragging, moaning as they explore every inch of each other’s mouths. It’s messy and feral and noisy and tips them towards combustion.
Steve’s suddenly not moving so slowly, breaking the kiss and encouraging Eddie to kick off his boots and socks and shuffling him to the centre of the bed, pulling off his overalls and boxers and discarding his own garments with similar fervour, their hard cocks springing free and bobbing in the heat of the room. Steve straddles Eddie’s naked thighs with his own toned, muscular ones, his quarry left in nothing but his stained and greasy singlet.
But as soon as he’s got him where he wants him, Steve takes a deep, calming breath, and resumes his languid pace. He pauses for a few moments before toying with the hem of Eddie’s tank top, pulling it up at a speed that turns out to be deliciously agonising for both of them.
He moves it up Eddie’s rib cage, little by little exposing more of his torso, a soft smile spreading across his lips as he takes in Eddie’s glorious form.
He runs his thumbs up under the fabric and over Eddie’s nipples, perked despite the heat, pausing at the one that has the silver bar through it, flicking over it like it’s a switch that’ll turn Eddie on. It’s definitely working. He can see Eddie’s chest rising and falling faster and deeper with every stroke.
When the shirt bunches at Eddie’s throat, Steve encourages him to place his hands above his head, and, pulling the garment off, Steve is treated to the sight of Eddie’s underarms and triceps, one of his favourite sights in the world. Eddie moves to bring his arms down again, partly because he desperately wants to touch Steve, but also because he’s still not comfortable exposing these parts of himself while he’s still feeling so… unclean. But Steve stops him, playfully lilting,
“Nuh-uh. You leave those right there for me, you hear me?”
Eddie swallows and nods, acquiescing to whatever his Stevie wants right now. Steve bundles Eddie’s shirt and presses it to his face, inhaling deeply. Eddie’s eyes flash wide, his insecurities bubbling up, but Steve lets out a satisfied mmmm and throws the ball of soiled fabric towards his side of the bed, explaining,
“I’m saving that for when you’re not here, and I get lonely.”
Steve runs his fingers across Eddie’s collarbones and down over the skin of his torso. He's tacky with grease, sweat and motor oil, and Steve savours the physical evidence of Eddie's toil.
He runs his hands up his sides until his thumbs graze the hair under Eddie’s arms. Eddie squirms a little, uncomfortable. Steve presses harder, rubbing his thumbs in small circles under Eddie’s arms, massaging the skin and playing with the soft hair. Eddie’s looking anywhere but at Steve, his eyes flicking around the room and his breathing erratic, and Steve can feel the tension in his chest and legs. He bends forwards and kisses down the centre of Eddie’s chest, licking at the hair there and moaning as he gathers the salty sweetness he finds.
“Just relax, baby. Remember, I like it, and I want to do this. Don’t think about it, just feel it. How does it feel?”
Eddie relaxes slightly, closes his eyes. Steve continues massaging, and to his delight, Eddie starts to hum.
“Hmm, feels good. Feels really good.”
Steve’s tongue flicks over Eddie’s pierced nipple, garnering him another hum. He moves towards his armpit, keeping one eye on Eddie’s face to make sure he’s okay. His eyes are still closed and he seems to be enjoying this.
Steve closes his eyes and inhales deeply, filling his lungs with Eddie's aroma. It’s overwhelming in the best way. Sweet sweat, body odour, motor oil, and the merest hint of the spray deodorant he used this morning. He can’t help but groan as he finally gets to live out one of his deepest fantasies, his cock bearing this out and bouncing away from his abdomen.
He exhales with a sigh, and Eddie twitches beside him, his breath tickling as it gusts down his flank. Steve checks in, just in case.
“You still feeling good, baby?”
“Mhmm, really good, so good…”
Buoyed by Eddie’s reactions, Steve inhales again, and this time on his exhale, still massaging Eddie’s armpits, he licks a long stripe down Eddie’s arm along his triceps, finally getting to taste what he’s admired from afar for so long.
Eddie full-on moans beneath him, his hips bucking up and brushing their cocks together. It’s a delightful surprise to both of them that he’s enjoying this so much, despite his reservations.
Steve licks again, and places wet, sucking kisses to Eddie’s underarm. He’s never tried to leave a bruise here, and if he hadn’t already promised to be soft, he’d be trying to now. He can’t help but push his own hips down a little, increasing the friction between them. The sensation and the joint groans they let out are almost enough to make him lose his self-control, but he’s determined to make this last.
With one last inhale, smaller than the others, Steve pushes up and kneels between Eddie’s thighs, spreading them wider.
He appraises his boyfriend, who’s now looking at him with a fond, but slightly stunned expression. He strokes Eddie’s thighs softly with his palms, almost, but not quite, skimming them up to where Eddie needs them the most.
He bends forwards now, doubling over and resting his butt on his heels, settling his head between Eddie’s thighs, another of his most repressed and hidden fantasies staring him in the face.
He pushes forwards, just slightly, and the tip of his nose nudges Eddie’s sack. He feels him tense, just a little, before relaxing again. They’ve played like this before, but Steve realises just how much courage it’s taking Eddie to be with him like this, and makes a mental note to congratulate him for it, when the time is right.
Steve moves forward again, and gently nuzzles Eddie’s balls, exhaling his warm breath over Eddie’s velvety skin and pushing his nose gently against him. He breathes in again, not as hard as before, just allowing Eddie’s musk to seep into him slowly.
Moving to one side, he moves with more vigour into Eddie’s groin, pushing his whole face into the crease between Eddie’s hip and pelvis. He takes a long, hard inhale, suffusing himself with his love’s aroma.
Groaning in a way he’s never heard from himself before, he sounds practically drunk as he mumbles against Eddie’s skin,
“God, you smell so fucking good…”
Indulging himself even further, he flicks out his tongue, and kitten licks Eddie’s sack.
Above him, Eddie huffs and whimpers,
“Steve, no, I’m- Haaaaah!”
His protestations are cut off with a moan as Steve takes one of his balls into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and gently sucking. Eddie tastes musky, salty and, to Steve at least, utterly delicious. He feels Eddie’s thighs tremble against his shoulders, and decides to add a little extra for him, moaning around this most delicate of organs and sending tantalising vibrations through Eddie’s entire body. He glances up to see that Eddie’s moved his arms, and is now covering his eyes with his palms. Good, he thinks, the less visual stimulation he has the more attention he can give to what’s happening elsewhere…
Steve releases Eddie’s ball and moves up to lick a firm, wide stripe up the centre of his sack, his turgid shaft and all the way to his swollen head. He flicks the tip over the ridges at the heart-shaped place Eddie loves so much, and then swirls his tongue over and around the divinely smooth skin of his swollen and leaking glans.
He tenses and points to dip into Eddie’s slit and collect the precum that’s beading there, letting out a muffled, “Aah mah ghaa…”, as the taste hits his tongue. A different kind of salty, but still so delicious, and so very, very Eddie.
Steve congratulates himself, he’s done well, but he can’t hold off any longer, and he takes the top half of Eddie’s cock into his mouth, sucking and swirling softly. He manages to stop himself from taking any more, knowing he still wants to take his time. He does allow himself to move a little however, sucking, feeling, tasting, basking in the myriad sensations that are filling his senses.
Eddie disobeys his orders and brings one hand down to rest softly in Steve’s hair, just needing to touch him, thank him, anchor himself amongst the familiarity of Steve’s thick, glossy locks. Steve doesn’t seem to mind.
He pops off of Eddie’s cock, licking along the sides of it a few more times and enjoying how it makes Eddie’s abs twist and twitch. He gazes fondly down at the pliant figure beneath him, wondering how he ever got this gorgeous creature into his life, let alone his bed.
Unable to tear his gaze away, he fumbles blindly towards the bedside cabinet, pulling out their lube and opening the lid with a click. He makes a show of squeezing far too much onto his raised fingers, knowing how Eddie loves to get messy, and it garners him a cheeky grin from the man beneath him.
Steve leans forward, placing one hand near Eddie’s shoulder to balance over him. He wants to enjoy Eddie’s reactions close up. Eddie spreads his arms wide; it’s more comfortable than keeping them above his head, still demonstrates that level of trust Eddie has for Steve, and it affords Steve the opportunity to take a lungful of Eddie’s underarm musk as often as he wants. And oh, he wants.
Taking another inhale, Steve slides a lubed finger between Eddie’s legs and runs it over that soft spot behind his balls, circling gently. The dual sensations of Steve touching him there and revelling in his odour has Eddie arching off the bed, a long moan leaving him. He thinks, no, he knows, he’s never been treated with such reverence. They’ve never gone this slowly before either, and it’s all combining to rile him up in a way he’s never yet experienced.
Steve licks Eddie’s chest again, and nips at his unpierced nipple, making Eddie emit the cutest little yelp of pleasure, before smiling at him as he runs his lubed fingers over the crease of Eddie’s ass cheeks, delighting in the soft flesh and peachy fuzz. He wants to kiss those perfect globes, suck them, slap them, mark them as his, but he knows he can do that another time.
So, slowly, he slides his fingers between Eddie’s cheeks. Eddie’s practically stopped breathing, his lungs are full and his breaths are so short and shallow they’re barely breaths at all.
Then, at last, Steve connects with his hole. Eddie gasps as the tip of one finger runs around it. Steve revels as Eddie twitches at his touch, before slowly breaching his most intimate area.
Steve’s moves are shallow for a while, moving just one or two knuckles deep, until he can tell neither of them can take any more waiting, and he slowly plunges as far into Eddie as he can get.
Eddie groans, his face contorting into ecstasy, eyes closing and his mouth relaxing into a soft O. Steve sighs at the sight, another one of his favourites. He curls his finger and finds Eddie's special spot with practiced ease, and Eddie groans again.
By this point he’d usually have at least two fingers inside Eddie, maybe even his cock, pumping in and out of him, not necessarily roughly, but certainly with more vigour than he’s currently doing. But instead he’s retaining his languid pace, dragging slowly in and out, gently gliding against that special spot, more than enough to excite him, but not quite enough to send him over the edge. They know each other's bodies so well by now that it’s almost impossible for Steve not to almost immediately give Eddie the most intense pleasure.
But he continues,
Soft…
Slow…
Watching his face intently, Steve asks,
“You doing okay, baby?”
Eddie’s eyes snap open, and he gazes into Steve’s glorious hazel orbs as he replies, earnestly,
“Oh fuck, Steve. I- I’m doing gr- great.”
Steve smiles again, adoringly salacious, and moves, folding himself so he’s kneeling between Eddie’s legs again. He licks messily over Eddie’s balls, his shaft, the creases of his hips, and Eddie shudders again, his cock twitching at being devoured so completely. Steve breathes in more of Eddie’s scent, almost hyperventilating, and Eddie revels in the feeling of Steve’s exhaled breaths as they flow over his cock, his abdomen, his thighs.
Eventually Steve reaches the top of Eddie’s cock again, and this time takes him fully into his mouth, sinking as far down as he can.
As he opens his throat and his nose hits Eddie’s pubes, Steve is in heaven, the combination of scents and sensations driving him divinely insane, his throat spasming around Eddie’s tip as he groans above him.
His own cock’s angry and red, and leaking an obscene amount of precum that dribbles down his shaft where it’s trapped between his belly and thighs. It’s begging to be touched, rubbed against something, pushed somewhere warm and inviting. But he does his best to ignore it, feeling it twitch every time Eddie gifts him the softest little moans and the loudest groans, knowing that tonight is all about Eddie, Eddie, Eddie… He’s filled, suffused, drunk on the feeling of Eddie’s cock, his heat, his scent, letting everything Eddie envelop his entire being. He indulges in the euphoria of being used by him, and making Eddie feel so, so good.
Eddie resists for as long as he can manage, but eventually he can’t help but move his hips up into Steve, fucking his face with reverent care. He knows that Steve loves it when he’s rough, but he’s trying desperately to take his lead and stay soft, slow, gentle.
It’s not long before Eddie’s whines become shriller and more frequent. He can feel those familiar sensations in his abdomen that tell him he’s gonna lose it, and soon. He moves one hand down to Steve’s chin, trying to warn him.
“St- Stevie, I’m so cl- Where d’you…?”
In response, Steve grasps Eddie’s hand and places it over his head, his hand over Eddie’s, their agreed indication that he wants Eddie to finish in his mouth. Just the thought of combining the musk of his sweat with the tang of Eddie’s cum is almost enough to send Steve over the edge himself. He redoubles his efforts and speeds up the movements of his fingers, still soft, still slow (well, slow-ish) and pushes himself as far down Eddie’s shaft as he can. He’s temporarily blocking his own breathing, but knows the payoff is going to be so, so sweet.
Eddie’s abs tighten, his back curves and his shoulders lift off the bed. He can’t hold off any longer, and with one, two, three more thrusts his balls tighten and his cock spasms. With a long groan he releases himself into Steve’s mouth, rope after rope of hot cum spilling into the love of his life. Steve splutters and swallows what he can, but there’s so much of it this time that some inevitably dribbles out the sides of his mouth, spilling down over Eddie’s balls.
After a few moments of breathless euphoria, Steve pulls gently off and out of Eddie, placing his palms either side of Eddie’s hips and propping himself up on his arms to take a few deep breaths. Eddie slumps back against their pillows, grinning wildly and a high, lilting chuckle leaving his chest. He lifts his head back up to look down himself at Steve, and marvels at the sight. He’s cock-drunk and fucked out, hair a mess. His eyes are wide and watering, and his jaw is slack and drooling a mix of their combined fluids. Eddie decides it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Steve’s smiling back at him, and as he licks lasciviously around his lips to gather whatever he can he looks like the cat that got the cream. Eddie supposes that, in a lot of ways, he is.
After a few more breaths Steve starts to shift lower down the bed, his usual routine for when he’s going to get cleaned up. But Eddie stops him. His face falls, and he frowns at Steve.
“Wait, isn’t it your turn? You didn’t…”
Steve snorts, his bronze cheeks turning pink.
“Oh, uhh… Actually I did. Turns out your smell turns me on even more than I realised, cuz I kinda…”
He kneels up, spreading his hands wide and looking down at his crotch. Eddie follows his gaze, and is greeted by yet another divine sight. His naked boyfriend with his belly and thighs covered in smeared streaks of his own cum, his softening cock slowly drooping down onto the crease of his thigh, and wet, sticky patches adorning their comforter. Steve continues,
“I, uh… I guess we’re gonna have to do some laundry later.”
They both giggle.
“Yeah, worth it though. Fuck. You really like my, uh, scent that much, huh?”
Steve drags sweaty fingers through his own mess, and brings it up to show Eddie.
“See for yourself, big boy.”
Eddie quickly props himself up on his elbows, and looks intently at Steve, dimples popping in his cheeks as he smiles and drops his mouth open in an inviting gesture. Steve obliges, and pushes forwards, slowly running his fingers over his boyfriend’s tongue. Eddie sucks softly, closing his eyes and humming, revelling in Steve’s taste and barely believing that he’s had this effect on the man he loves, and the most gorgeous person he’s ever seen. He licks between his fingers for a few moments, before releasing him with a pop and a roll of his eyes, commenting cheekily,
“Go on then. I guess I can let you go get a towel.”
Steve does so, cleaning up quickly in the bathroom before getting them both a much-needed cold drink, which they both consume with satisfied sighs.
Eddie shifts over on the bed so that Steve can cuddle into his side, knowing it’s his favourite position. Steve angles his head to look up at Eddie.
“You feeling better now?”
“Oh baby, you have no idea…”
Eddie stretches out the last two words, emphasising his point and making Steve giggle a little.
Steve runs his fingertip up and down Eddie’s naked chest, focussing on his abs, skimming into his navel and tickling the top of his happy trail. Thinking about what Eddie told him earlier, he ventures,
“So, are you gonna tell me more about this crop top phase of yours…?”
Eddie’s voice becomes sweet and high, and playfully condescending, as he lilts,
“Oh, baby. You want me to wear one for you? I can do that.”
Steve’s cheeks flush pink again, visibly excited at the prospect of seeing Eddie dressed that way. Eddie’s voice drops husky and low as he continues,
“And you know what else? I’m gonna look forward to working on that damn Chevy tomorrow. Let it try me, make me fuckin’ sweat. For you, baby, all for you.”
Steve hums appreciatively into Eddie’s hair, pressing his hips just a little harder into Eddie’s thigh, his cock already filling out a little at the thought.
Eddie drops a sweet peck to the tip of his nose.
“And if you happen to be in the kitchen when I get home, wearing that damn apron, and only that apron…? Well, let’s see where the evening takes us, shall we?”
Steve hums again, snuggling in closer to Eddie, and he soon drops into a light doze.
Something has shifted this evening, and they both feel it. They’re no longer keeping aspects of themselves hidden, in well-meaning but misguided attempts to protect the other. What began as something accidentally painful has led to more openness, honesty, and a deeper understanding of each other, and a level of connection that has surprised both of them.
Eddie certainly has a newfound appreciation for the benefits of opening up, and sharing. And, he’s surprised to realise, a brand new perspective on his own natural musk. He thinks over everything Steve said. All the compliments, the words of adoration, and, yes, how he reacted to Eddie’s smell. His spent cock stirs at the thought.
They’re both still sweaty, sticky messes, and some degree of clean-up is definitely necessary. But for Eddie, this time it’s more about making them both more comfortable, rather than eliminating the discomfiting paranoia he used to hold.
A little while later he brandishes a delighted little smirk as he gently rouses Steve from his light slumber and proffers,
“Hey, baby. I think we both need to clean up a little. How about I show you how much I love you all over again, soft and slow… But this time, in the shower…?”
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A/N 2: I’m pretty sure I’ve seen the idea of Eddie being helped by a teacher somewhere else, either in a fanfic or maybe even Flight Of Icarus (IDK, it’s been a while). I’d love to give credit/attribution for the inspiration so if you’ve seen it before or it was in your fic, please let me know! Also, the ‘Eddie pulls Steve up his lap’ moment was inspired by this art by @dreaminginpencil ❤️
A/N 3: Fun fact - this started out as my contribution for this month’s @steddiemicrofic prompt, ‘shower’. Make it 399 words? Yeah, right 😏😂 Copious thanks to @the-unforgivenn and @airen256 who helped me thrash it about and confirm it definitely needed it’s own story, ILY 💗
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Sapphic September 2025 - Day 8 : Corset + Steddie Smutty September 2025 - Week 4 : Wedding Night - 30.10.2025
I decided to combine one of the prompts from the @sapphic-september's prompts list with one of the prompts from the @steddiesmuttyseptember for this one 💕😊
Sapphic September 2025 : Day 1 - Quill / Day 2 - Voyage / Day 3 - Laurels / Day 4 - Discovery / Day 5 - Inheritance / Day 6 - Wild West / Day 7 - Aeroplane / Day 9 - Kimono / Day 10 - Industry / Day 11 - Hieroglyph / Day 12 - Cartography / Day 13 - Wartime / Day 14 - Gold Rush / Day 15 - Revolution / Day 16 - Archeology / Day 17 - Ivory / Day 18 - Timepiece / Day 19 - Treasure / Day 20 - Lighthouse / Day 21 - Nobility / Day 22 - Millenium / Day 23 - Jade / Day 24 - Ballgown / Day 25 - Theatre / Day 26 - Sculpture / Day 27 - Holy / Day 28 - Oracle / Day 29 - Chiffon / Day 30 - Scroll
Steddie Smutty September 2025 : Week 1 - Hate Sex | Motel | Sexting | Vers // Week 2 - Whimper | Exhibitionism | Tongue | Leather // Week 3 - Secret | Love Confession | Knees | Spit // Week 4 - Toys | Pool | Ice
Sapphic Steddie at the start of their wedding night - 30.10.2025
This is a follow-up to the drawing I had done for the Soft Steddie September ( and the Sapphic September Event) :3 😏💕
Done using ink pens, graphite pencils, alcohol markers, colored pencils and Photoshop for the lace motifs, the corset clasps, the bows, the jewelry, the background and the hearts and fireflies effects
AO3 post 1 / AO3 post 2 / Bluesky NSFW post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter NSFW post
Rating: E 🔒 Words: 1.6k 🔒 Tags: One Year Anniversary, Pool Sex, slight Dom/sub, Overstimulation, Dom Top Eddie, sub Bottom Steve
For: @steddiesmuttyseptember - Pool
@softsteddieseptember - Anniversary
@steddiebingo Round 2 - Rough Sex
Part 1
Ao3
Steve was vibrating, he was so fucking excited. It was their one year anniversary and Steve had plans.
Earlier in the evening they’d made dinner together, Eddie had brought home flowers they’d put in a Death Star vase on the table, and Steve gave Eddie the abstract painting of his favorite scene from Lord of the Rings Steve had commissioned Will to paint. Afterwards, they’d made their way to bed and made the sweetest, slowest love to each other they’d had in all their one whole year together. And then they fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. It was gentle and sweet and perfect.
Steve’s plans were considerably less sweet.
He set the note on his pillow, grabbed his prepared bag, set the alarm on his side of the bed, and headed out, leaving a trail of rose petals to the hallway.
-
Eddie jolted awake to Steve’s alarm blaring through the room. “Steeeeve,” he said sleepily, patting an arm over at Steve.
Steve wasn’t there.
Eddie stretched to smack the alarm off and propped himself up, looking blearily around the room. Odd.
He laid back down, face smushed to Steve’s pillow…and a piece of paper. He hummed to himself, rolling to flick a lamp on, and read the note Steve left for him.
Come find me <3
Well, never let it be said Eddie can’t follow directions. He rolled out of bed, feet hitting soft petals. Eddie pulled on a pair of boxers and let the flowers lead him to his Stevie.
The hall was lit with the shifting blue light from the pool above him. The petals stopped halfway down the hall.
Eddie looked around for another clue. Someone’s shadow flickered along the walls. Of course there was someone swimming at three o’clock in the morning. He glanced up to see which of the older residents was doing laps when they couldn’t sleep-
Fuck.
Eddie’s jaw literally dropped open in shock, his hand hitting the wall for support.
Steve.
Naked.
His feet planted on the glass separating them, head tipped back so all Eddie could see was his lusciously covered chest.
And his hand slowly stripping his cock.
Found you, baby.
-
Sweat clung to Steve’s lip and hairline. The water was warm and the room was humid. And he was unbelievably turned on.
Knowing Eddie would see him like this, on display for him, performing for him, Steve’s gut clenched. He reached a hand down to squeeze himself, wanting to last. Needing Eddie with him, in him, when he came. It was their anniversary after all.
They’d joked about doing this, that first time Eddie showed him his place and told him how couples would use the pool without regard for Eddie seeing them…or maybe because Eddie might see them. Though the exhibitionists did taper off once Steve moved in. Especially, since Steve had no problem whatsoever making sly, bitchy comments to said neighbors when they ran into each other in the building’s restaurant, all said with a smile, of course.
Steve reached over, digging around in the bag for the lube. He added a few drops to his hand, reaching back in the water, pressing a flat palm against his cock, trapping it against his belly.
Eddie, where was Eddie? Steve’s chest heaved, hips humping upward, using his own hand to find relief. His head tipped back, mouth open sucking in air. He was getting too close. He just needed-
“Look at you, baby.”
Eddie’s voice sliced through the pulses of arousal fogging his head. Steve found Eddie through blurry eyes, stalking along the lap pool down toward him, focused and predatory – naked, hard, sleep wild curls hanging around his shoulders, Steve’s mouth watered.
“Such a pretty show you put on. And all for me? How did I get so fucking lucky.”
“Eddie,” Steve panted out, breaths coming out quick, hips still shifting up and back, lost in the movement of the water.
“Baby,” Eddie tsked, “you couldn’t even wait for me to find you. Got all worked up on your own, don’t even need me.”
Steve let out a cry, reaching out toward Eddie. “Nooo, I do. I need you. Please, Eddie.”
Eddie crouched, swishing a hand through the water, droplets cooling Steve’s heated skin. “Well, then. How can I deny you when you look so pretty and fucked out.”
With a smile, Eddie slipped into the water. Steve smiled back, lifting his chin as Eddie pushed through the water to press a soft kiss to his lips. Steve hummed as Eddie cupped his hips, pushing him hard against the wall, the water splashing out around them, bringing their bodies flush to each other.
Eddie lined their cocks up between their bodies, moving his hips rough and uncoordinated. He tipped his lips against Steve’s ear, “This all you wanted, baby? Better than your hand, at least?”
Steve shook his head, rubbing their noses together, and twined his arms around Eddie’s neck. He pecked Eddie on the lips and looked up through his eyelashes. “Want you to fuck me, Eddie. Please? Want you to make me yours for everyone to see.”
Eddie’s besotted smile turned sharp. Steve shivered, his belly tightened and his hole pulsed with need.
Eddie slid a hand into his hair, fisting hard against his scalp, tipping his head back. With teeth against Steve’s throat, he growled, “Honey, the entire building knows you’re mine.”
He licked up Steve’s neck, sucking and nipping along the corded muscle. Steve whimpered, angling to give him more room, more skin to mark. It wasn’t enough though. No, he needed Eddie in him and he was tired of asking nicely.
Steve tightened his arms around Eddie’s shoulders and pressed his back to the wall, letting the water lift him up, letting him easily wrap his legs around Eddie’s waist. He reached down to line Eddie up with his hole-
“Tsk, baby, you’re so impatient. Couldn’t even let me take my time with you after making me track you down in the middle of the night.”
Steve’s eyes fluttered, tears pooling along his lashes. “Eddie, please.”
Eddie ran a thumb under his eye, catching a stray tear, shushing him gently. “Okay, baby. You’ve been so good for me, setting up this little surprise, being so polite. I’ve got you.”
Eddie pressed a soft kiss against his lips, hooked his fingers under Steve’s ass and thrust up in one hard swift motion.
Steve gasped as the tears broke free, digging blunt nails into Eddie’s bare shoulder. He was still open from earlier and he’d added more lube when he’d gotten in the pool, but fuuuck.
“Brace yourself,” Eddie commanded, firm hands holding Steve’s hips flush to his pelvis, he stepped away from the wall. Steve fell back, laying bent arms on the ledge, fingers curled hard around the lip of the pool. His head fell back, hair brushing the floor with each of Eddie’s hard thrusts, Steve letting him – begging him to – use him.
Steve couldn’t catch his breath, hiccuping out cries and pleas. He was nearly horizontal across the water with no leverage to push back or slow Eddie, using all his strength to just stay on the ledge. But Eddie had him – fingers digging into the meat of his thighs, thrusting hard and rhythmic, making waves of water splash out all around them, darkening the concrete.
“Touch yourself, Stevie. Come on my cock.”
“Ah! I don’t- I can’t- Ed-” Steve wanted to tell him he’d fall if he let go of the ledge, but his head was getting fuzzy and words were getting hard. Tears fell into his hair.
Eddie stepped forward, hooking Steve’s ankles behind his back. “Come on, baby, up you go.” He pulled Steve off the wall, hugging him to his chest. Steve pressed his face into Eddie’s hair, hooking an arm around his neck, he slid a hand down between their bodies to wrap around his cock.
Eddie bounced him on his cock, the water’s buoyancy helping him keep a quick pace. Steve cried out, sinking teeth into the meat of Eddie’s shoulder. He stroked his cock, one, two, three times before he was tensing up, shuddering in Eddie’s arms. The cock within him suddenly felt too big, still thrusting up into his tight hole.
Steve draped himself over Eddie, loosely holding himself up, letting Eddie use his body. Eddie kissed along his shoulders, his arm, breaths panting hard into his skin. With one last hard thrust, he came deep within him, squeezing Steve to him in a desperate hug.
-
Eddie’s breathing slowly evened as he stood in the pool holding a limp Steve in his arms.
“Baby? You awake?” He brushed Steve’s hair back from his tear stained face.
“Mmmm,” Steve hummed with his eyes closed, but smiling and rubbing his cheek along Eddie’s shoulder.
Eddie chuckled, dropping a hard kiss to Steve’s cheek. “Just realizing now that post sex check out’s a lot easier when we’re already in our bed. I see you brought a bag, though. Okay, let me just prop you against the wall here.”
Eddie pulled the bag closer and dug through it, finding a couple towels and their silk robes. That’ll work.
It took some bodily maneuvering and then bringing Steve further back to reality, but they finally made their way back down to their apartment. Steve tried to fall into bed, already nearly asleep, but Eddie pulled them into the shower for a rise off. He patted them dry and then let Steve crawl into bed, Eddie right behind him.
They curled together, asleep in seconds, content, sated, and secure in the knowledge that this anniversary was only the first of the rest of their lives.
Filthy Fluffy Forty : Written in the Stars
Rating: G 🌟 Words: 600 🌟 Tags: Future fic, Established Steddie, It's 2009 and they have a daughter, Teacher!Steddie
For @just-my-latest-hyperfixation
Ao3
“Hey, hey! Left side needs to go up a little higher! Brett, are you on the left side? No. Lower your side back down. Okay! That looks good, tape it down!” Steve let out a deep sigh as the seniors clambered down their ladders and crossed off Put Up Banner from his clipboard. He looked around the gym, checking the senior council’s progress. “Those streamers look good, guys! Chloe, where’d the A/V kids go?”
Chloe shrugged, shaking her head. Steve sighed. He didn’t really mind being volunteered every time one of the school’s dances came around, but it did mean organizing and keeping track of a lot of teenagers. “Okay, you all keep working on those tables, I’m gonna find the audio kids. Can’t really have a dance without music.”
Steve strode out into the hall and headed toward the Media room. He pulled out his phone, checking for any missed voice messages. Eddie had been able to get out of helping with the dance by pulling the “child at home” card for the fifth year in a row…even though their child was now 12 and Robin and her girlfriend lived right across the street. Steve pressed down the voicemail button, continuing down the hall.
“You have ONE new message ‘Hey, babe! Hope the gym’s coming along! Me and Ev are just hanging out. At home. Clea- uh, watching TV- Daaaad! Hurry Up! We need to get the- Ev!’ To save message press-” Steve hung up, scowling.
Welp, clearly his boyfriend and daughter were up to something. Five years on, Steve was used to their hijinx and shenanigans, but that still didn’t stop the niggling of worry that clenched his stomach. He’ll just have to wait to see what they were up to until he finally got home – if he could ever find those darn A/V kids, because, of course, the Media room was dark, empty, and locked. He spun on his heel and made his way back to the gym.
Steve was looking at his phone, trying to decide if calling Eddie would do any good, when he reentered the gym…the dark gym. He looked around, “Uh, hello? We blow a breaker or something?”
A spot light lit up, pointing to a figure on the stage.
Steve gasped. “Eddie? What?”
Eddie gestured at the suddenly-present A/V kids and Elton John’s soft voice filled the gym. Steve’s eyes stung as Elton started singing about a tragically star crossed love that would ultimately transcend space and time. It was from Steve’s favorite musical and was the inspiration for the dance’s theme.
Eddie held up a microphone. “Hey there, honey. Look at this place! You guys have done a truly amazing job making it look magical. So, I don’t think there’s a better place to ask: Will you do me the pleasure of accompanying me to dance the night away under these fine paper stars?”
“Dad, say yes,” Ev whispered loudly from beside the stage. Steve laughed, sending her a thumbs up.
He walked up to the stage, grinning up Eddie, who lifted the microphone and said, “What’d’you say? Wanna finally go to a school dance together?”
Steve planted his hands on the stage and jumped up. He held Eddie’s hands and spoke low, just for the two of them, “Baby, there’s nothing I want more.”
Eddie’s face lit up. Tsk, as if there’d been any chance Steve would say no. Steve pressed a hand to Eddie’s cheek, sharing a single perfect moment, and pulled him into a tight hug. After everything they’d been through in their lives, Steve was finally going to go to a dance with his boyfriend. Wasn’t that just amazing.
Also, for
@softsteddieseptember Soft
@steddiebingo fluff
@steddiesongfics 90's song: Written in the Stars - Elton John (Aida)
Rating: E 💦 Words: 1.6k 💦 Tags: No upside down, Love Confessions, Emotional hurt/comfort, Frottage
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💦 @softsteddieseptember - Pool
💦 @steddiesmuttyseptember - Whimper
💦 @steddiebingo R2 - Making Love
Part 2
Ao3
“We’ve been dating for six months, Eddie, how come you’ve never invited me over to your place?” Steve said in one breath, blinking fast, looking anywhere but at Eddie. “If this isn’t as serious for you as-”
“Woah woah woah, hold on there, Stevie!” Eddie blurted. “I am- I mean, this is serious for me! Is this why you’ve been quiet all night?”
“Yeah. Well, I was talking to Robin the other day and she asked why you always stay over here. She asked me about your place and I realized I’ve never seen it. And that’s weird, right?” Steve tried to control his pinched brow, but he knew he was giving him his puppy dog eyes.
“Baby, it has nothing to do with you, I swear!” Eddie held up two fingers in a boy scout salute. “I just…didn’t want to creep you out.”
Images of dark and creepy Halloween styled rooms flickered through Steve’s mind. “Uh, I’m not gonna find, like, a shrine or something right? Pictures of cut out heads plastered to the walls? ‘Cause, love or not, that might be a deal breaker.”
Eddie barked out a laugh. “No! No shrine or creepy pictures. Though, if there were pictures all over my walls they’d definitely be of you- wait. Love? You love me?”
Steve’s bemused smile slid off his face, cold washing through his veins. “I- sorry. I know it’s too soon. I didn’t want to say it before-” – he swallowed hard, gaze locked on the wall, huffing out a sad laugh – “Guess I’m never gonna see your place now, huh?”
Eddie whimpered, “What? Steve.”
Steve pulled forth any and all courage from within himself, breathed out, and looked over. Eddie looked back, expression open in raw devastation. That didn’t make sense to Steve. He looked down at his hands.
“I always move too fast, I know. Last time, I was told to wait til the other person said it first or wait at least a year, whichever came first. Apparently, falling in love in only a few months is too much pressure on the other person? So, if you don’t want to break up now, I really can wait til you say it first. I promise.”
“Fuck, baby. I can’t decide what to do first – hug you or strangle your ex. Nope, come here, I need to-” Eddie leaned across the couch, pulling Steve over the cushions and into his arms. Steve stiffened, but Eddie wiggled him til he relaxed into his hold, leaning his head against Eddie’s shoulder. “There, much better – I’ll save the murdering for later. Now, I think it’s time we stay the night at my place, hm? So why don’t we pack an overnight bag. I have to warn you, though, my bathroom isn’t nearly as stocked as yours.”
Steve breathed out a laugh and nodded against Eddie’s shoulder. He pulled back, breathing deep. Eddie wiped a wayward tear off his cheek and Steve swallowed down more that wanted to follow at the gesture. Suddenly not wanting to be far from him, he grabbed Eddie’s hand and pulled him around the apartment, filling up a gym bag with everything he’d need.
The drive to Eddie’s apartment was surprisingly short. Though, maybe it shouldn’t be too surprising with how quick he gets to Steve’s, no matter the time or day. What was very surprising though, was that he lived in the sleek, glass tower Steve always thought was an office building.
“What is this place?” Steve asked, as Eddie drove them beneath the building into a guarded parking structure. Eddie pulled into a spot, a bronze placard reading Eddie Munson lit up in the headlights. He turned the car off, twisting in his seat toward Steve, he picked at a thread on the middle console.
“Yeah, so, um- you remember a few years ago there was that 125 million dollar lottery jackpot? So, um, yeah, my uncle was the winner? He played the same numbers every week for most of his life and one day it just…came up him. He knew I wanted to move out to the city so we looked at a few different places, but this one has everything – restaurants, barber, movie theater, an ice cream parlor, and even a recording studio. I really do love it. I just…didn’t realize what ideas people would get of me if I brought them back here, especially after first dates.” – he glanced up at Steve – “So, I stopped bringing anyone home.”
Steve reached out, twining his fingers with Eddie’s. “Eddie. Thank you. I l- I appreciate you trusting me.”
Eddie tipped his head to the side, quirking a bemused smile at him. “Stevie, I love you. I have for a while now, really. I trust you to still see me as just me. But, the longer I put it off, the more weirded out I thought you might be? I just never thought of how it looked from your – or Robin’s – side.”
Steve had sucked in a breath at Eddie’s confession, his eyes going wide.
Eddie grinned. “Okay, let’s go in!”
💦
They held hands the entire long elevator ride up to Eddie’s floor. Steve joked about feeling like he was suddenly in star trek when Eddie used a thumb print to open the door. It’d been such an overwhelming evening, but Steve thought it was finally all sinking it. Eddie really felt the same way, Steve smiled to himself.
Eddie led him into the spacious apartment. “Okay, please don’t judge me to hard-”
“What? For the being the most you apartment I could imagine? I mean seriously, is that a Lord of the Rings painting?”
Eddie huffed, cupping the back of his neck. “It is! I commissioned an artist friend and she did an amazing job! But no. I mean, for this.”
He pulled Steve around a wall farther into the apartment, toward a living room. It was dim, but not dark, shifting shadows sliding along the walls and floor. Steve looked up.
There was water instead of a ceiling.
“Um. That’s…interesting.”
Eddie laughed. “Interesting is right! I was kinda worried this would be kinda too creepy to you. I mean, technically they can’t see in here! But we can definitely see everyone and everything happening up there. It was kinda weird at first, but really, you just get used to it.”
Steve watched a man slide through the water with smooth, well practiced strokes. “That’s definitely a different way to get to know the neighbors.”
Eddie snickered. “Oh, you have no idea. There’s this one couple who gets up to some freak-ay stuff in that pool. Always fun running into them in the building!”
Steve kept staring upwards. “So, uh, you ever take anyone up there?”
“I haven’t, but I could take you up there?” – Eddie wiggled his eyebrows at him. – “You know, in case you were thinking thoughts.”
Steve smirked at him. “Next time. Why don’t you show me the rest of this place? Starting with your room?”
“Yes! Such a smartie, let’s go!” He grabbed Steve’s hand, pulling him fast down a water lit hall, through a huge kitchen, down a short hall, and into the bedroom. Steve barely got to take any of it in, but he’d have plenty of time to explore later. The room was lit by the city outside the window that took up most of the far wall.
Steve dropped his bag at the foot of the bed as Eddie pushed him backwards. He bounced and kicked his shoes off to somewhere in the dark and crawled back, laying his head on the pillows. Eddie stood at the foot of the bed, frozen, arm up to pull his shirt off.
“Fuck, you look perfect in my bed,” Pulling off his shirt and pants, he crawled his way up the bed over Steve. He brushed his nose along Steve’s, “Hope you don’t mind if I keep you here forever.”
Steve slid his hands into Eddie’s hair, pulling their mouths close. “Lucky for you, I like the sound of forever.”
Joy lit up Eddie’s face in the moment before Steve pulled him in, kissing him hard and needy. Steve wanted, needed him so bad his belly tightened, quivering, He hooked a leg over Eddie’s hip and pulled him down. “Please Eddie, I need- I don’t- Wanna feel you. Please.”
“I’ve got you, baby.” Eddie kissed his nose, his forehead, before doing the opposite of what Steve wanted, and pulled back. “Come on, hands up. Can’t feel me if you’re still dressed, hm?”
Steve had forgotten he was still fully dressed, so focused how Eddie made him feel, all the love coursing between them. Eddie slowing stripped him, kissing the bare skin as he exposed him. With a flourish, he tossed the last sock off into parts unknown and slid back over Steve, bare skin against bare skin.
Slowly, surely, they moved together. Kissing, stroking, touching. Lost in the feel of each other’s love, they tethered themselves to each other in the darkness. Nothing else existed but Eddie’s mouth slick against his mouth, Eddie’s cock sliding against his cock.
Heat simmered, pooling and building between them, and Steve realized this was it. This was what he’d been searching for for so long. Because finally knowing Eddie loved him as much as he loved Eddie, he could finally let go of all the fear that’d been holding him back, keeping him from feeling so completely connected. They moved as one, heavy palms digging into backs, teeth in flesh, and Steve knew he was right – they were what forever sounded like.
Hype's Filthy Fluffy Forty: Soul Bond
Rating: E 🖤 Words: 1.4k 🖤 Tags: Mated steddie, Kink exploration, Spit kink, Knotting, Dom/top!Eddie, Sub/bottom!Steve, more tags on ao3
For @just-my-latest-hyperfixation
Ao3
Having sex before they’d exchanged bites had been amazing, really. The 14 months they’d spent lovingly, patiently, gently exploring and learning each other’s bodies were definitely not spent in vain. Eddie could get Steve hard and coming in record time or he could get him simmering in impatient horniness for hours before finishing him off. So no, definitely not wasted time.
But bonded sex? Feeling echoes of what Eddie felt? Knowing when something he did felt good or felt amazing? Being able to feel the pleasure coursing between him and Eddie in an ever building back and forth between their minds and bodies? Yeah, bonded sex was on a whole nother level.
-
Steve was in his favorite position, on his knees, between Eddie’s thighs, mouth stretched wide. He’d been there for while though, his knees were numb, his head was empty. It’d started off as a I’m bored and you’re not paying attention to me blowjob while Eddie watched some movie for the thirtieth time. But once Steve was down there, once he felt Eddie’s combined pleasure of getting a blow job and seeing Steve kneeling before him, Steve got a little distracted and laid his head on Eddie’s thigh, mouthing at his cock, just floating in the feedback loop of arousal.
Eddie hadn’t pushed him back to blowing him, fingers just gently petting through his hair, scritching at his scalp every once in a while. Steve hummed after one particularly hard scratch, nosing at Eddie’s thigh, not wanting to remove his mouth from being so incredibly full.
“Hmm, yeah?” Eddie slide his fingers through his hair, brushing lightly against his scalp, and made a tight fist. Pain shot down Steve’s body, heating his cheeks, arching his spine, hardening his still clothed cock. “Fuck, baby, you like that, huh? Can feel it, feel you. So fucking good.”
Steve whimpered, licking hard at the underside of Eddie’s cock in his mouth. He was feeling suddenly restless, excited and impatient energy coming from Eddie. He pried his fingers loose from the fisted grip they’d had on Eddie’s pant legs, and sitting up from his resting slouch, he pushed his hands between Eddie’s ass and the back of the couch, pulling them together firmly. He suddenly didn’t want any little bit of space between them.
He couldn’t hold back another whimper, wanting something. Though, he didn’t know what. He couldn’t think. His knees slid apart, pressing against Eddie’s planted feet, the couch pressed against his cock. He let out a choked sobbed and started bobbing his head again, keeping Eddie’s cock on his tongue.
Eddie cupped the back of his head, fingers tight under his ears. “Aw, baby, come on, show me that tongue. I know what you need.”
Steve never wanted to let Eddie’s cock go, but- But Eddie had told him to look at him and fuck, that did something to him. He pulled off, kissing the tip as it fell to Eddie’s thigh, and looked up at Eddie, his vision blurred with tears and arousal
“Look at you. Fuck, you’re so pretty. Kneeling at my feet crying over my cock.” Eddie cupped his head with both hands, wiping tears away with the pads of his thumbs. His grip turned firm and he tilted Steve’s head back. “Open up, baby.”
Steve opened his mouth and pushed out his tongue. It was overwhelming and intense, Eddie’s need to claim him, this time from within, the wave of it almost taking Steve out his knees. He needed it. Eddie needed it. They both needed-
Eddie leaned over him, holding steady eye contact, and smirking, spat in his mouth. Steve’s eyes rolled back, his cheeks flamed as his body shuddered with the burst of arousal. Smug pride spiked through him from Eddie.
“You’re so fucking perfect, baby. Get up here.”
Steve could barely think, let alone get his legs under him to climb into Eddie’s lap. He whimpered, gazing up at Eddie, needy tears filling his eyes.
“Awww, baby. I’ve got you.” Eddie pushed him back enough to slide down between Steve and the couch. Steve hovered over him, hands planted on his shoulders. Eddie hooked his thumbs in the elastic band, pulling his sweatpants to his knees. “Turn around, come on, there you go.”
Eddie pulled Steve back into his lap, slapping his spit soaked cock against the curve of Steve’s ass. Steve tipped his head back onto Eddie’s shoulder, whining loud, he wanted Eddie in him. Now.
“I know you do, baby. Need you so much it fucking hurts.” Eddie lifted Steve up and sank him right down on his cock, Steve’s hole already wet and stretched and aching for him. Steve gripped Eddie’s bunched up jeans under his hips as Eddie pounded up into him, matching the pulsing need coming off Steve in waves.
With a crest of his own pleasure and a burst of possessiveness from Eddie, Steve came. His hole clamped down hard on Eddie’s thick cock, his own dick shooting ropes of come out on the floor in front of him. Eddie didn’t let up, pounding him through the waves. Steve’s cry of overstimulation pushed Eddie over the edge. He pulled Steve down hard, pelvis grinding into the meat of his ass, as his knot formed, locking them together.
Hot come filled Steve as they heaved in breaths, Steve slowly unlocking his fingers from their death grip, they sank into together against the couch.
“Oh, fuck, that was-” – Steve panted – “Where did that even come from? I haven’t seen half of that in porn!” – Steve pulled in a deep breath, sighing out slow – “We should do all of that again, but in a bed next time. My knees are gonna be yelling at me for a week!” – Steve smiled at the ceiling letting out another slow breath – “Eddie? You alive back there?”
Eddie release his grip on Steve’s thighs, hugging him tight around his now slightly distended belly. He panted out heavy breaths against Steve’s shoulder. “Stevie, you’re incredible. Just so perfect and amazing and I love you so much. And I have no idea where that came from. I think it was bond magic. Only explanation.”
Steve huffed a laugh. “Only explanation, huh?”
“Mhmm” Eddie nodded, face pressed to the back of Steve’s neck.
Steve chuckled, overlapping Eddie’s arms with his own. “Well, I’m gonna go out on a limb and say some of that was kinda kinky.” – Eddie hiccuped a laugh over an incredulous “Kinda!?” – “Anyway, as I was saying, we should check out the local kink house…club…dungeon place, whatever. And, I don’t know…maybe see if there’s more we can try out? ‘Cause yeah, that was really fucking good. That spit thing? Who would’ve thought that’d be so hot! Good job, you!”
Steve pulled Eddie’s hand up in the air and slapped a high five. Eddie barked out a laugh.
“Woo! Good game out there!” Eddie said through a giggle, forehead pressed hard against the curve of Steve’s neck and shoulder. He continued through laughter nuzzled into Steve’s hair. “Both teams really went hard out there. But the real MVP of the game? That receiver who took the penetration to his defenses like a champ! I can already see that kid going places! …like the local sex dungeon.”
Steve grinned, wiggling in Eddie’s lap, making them both suck in breaths on groans. “Fuck, your knot’s so good every time. But also, ha! I knew you paid attention when I watch games!”
Eddie shook his head, teeth biting into Steve’s t-shirt. “Nope, nuh-uh, don’t even think it! I only hear the dirty stuff. Don’t know how those guys are up there in suits saying that stuff with straight faces. I honestly commend their acting skills. Ope, think I’m going down. Here.”
Eddie held Steve’s hips, shifting him forward enough for his cock to slip out, white come following after it. “Alright, up you go. You get the shower going while I clean this up”
They pushed themselves to standing, pulling up pants, steadying each other with hands on arms and waists. Steve suddenly realized something, though, and turned pleading eyes on Eddie. “All of that kinky stuff and not a single kiss? Hmph! Gonna give a guy a complex.”
Eddie smiled, slow and intimate, leaning in to catch his lips. “Well, we can’t have that.”
