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[arelliann]

@subeddieweek Day 6: Possessive/Hands

Some locker room shenanigans for you all <3

[steddielations]

- nsfw, manhandling, coming in pants

One thing Eddie wasn’t expecting when he started dating Steve is just how playful he is.

Seriously, of all the things people say about Steve Harrington, it goes really understated. Eddie asked Nancy about it to see if Steve’s always been like this or if it’s just Eddie that brings out this side of him. But even when they were together, Steve was throwing Nancy into pools and twirling her around in the hallways. 

It’s different with Eddie though, of course, because Steve’s not as worried about hurting or crushing him. So Eddie’s getting thoroughly manhandled on a daily basis and, well, he loves it.

All he has to do is snatch the remote from Steve or flick him on the ear or say something a little mouthy and he gets wrestled to the ground with the man of his dreams on top of him. Eddie obviously fucking loves it.

He just didn’t realize how much. 

And right now is the worst time for him to find out.

They’re at Rick’s. It’s the best place for them to hang out. Secluded. No neighbors or parents or angry townspeople sniffing around. Rick is cool, always has been. They just hang out, smoke, music, movies, business, and then Rick is fine with them doing what they do. He even lets them defile the spare room. It’s safe.

It’s not safe for Eddie at the moment, though, because he decided to steal Steve’s gum out of his mouth when he gave him a quick kiss. Well, it was supposed to be a quick kiss, but Eddie dragged Steve down on the couch, bumping into Rick as Eddie made the kiss dramatic and messy.

“Alright, love-dudes, any closer and I’m gonna be in on the action,” Rick jokes when Eddie and Steve are practically in his lap.

Eddie drags Steve up by the collar, pulling back from the kiss with a loud smack. Steve’s hair is artfully disheveled, still caught off guard from the sudden lip-locking session. His eyes are slow to focus on Eddie’s grin, chewing on the minty prize he claimed from Steve’s mouth.

“Baby, that was my last piece.” Steve reaches to cup Eddie’s face but Eddie catches his hands first.

“It’s mine now.” Eddie blows a bubble to really tease him. “Unless you’re gonna come take it back.”

Eddie can see Steve toying with the idea in his mind, his pupils widening like an animal before it pounces. Eddie’s heart rabbits in his chest, just eager for whatever Steve’s going to do to him, wanting to rile him up even more, make it worse.

Steve grabs him by the shoulders, trying to lean in for another kiss to take the gum back, but Eddie dodges his lips. Eddie’s laughing, somewhere between delighted and deranged, as all the grabbing and swaying makes them tumble onto the floor. 

Steve lands on top and Eddie’s breath rushes out of him from the collision of their bodies. It gives him an exhilarating head-spin, positively reeling all over as they roll around on the carpet. 

Steve is relentless, stubbornly determined and Eddie realizes how much he loves it in moments like this. Like no matter how wild and obnoxious he gets, Steve won’t give up on him, won’t let him go. Steve keeps grabbing him, trying to kiss him, flipping over on top of him, holding onto Eddie tight enough to bruise. 

At one point, Eddie almost gets away but Steve rips his shirt dragging him back. It sends a hot shot of thrill through him, feeling how much Steve wants him so viscerally like that. Something in Eddie just needs Steve to have him and gives in, letting Steve pin him down.

It’s only when Steve’s body bears down and wedges between Eddie’s legs that he realizes he’s hard. It hurts in a good way, trapped inside his jeans with all of Steve’s warm weight bearing down on him. He can’t tell if Steve notices, all caught up in wrangling Eddie’s wrists, playful fire in his eyes as he pins them above Eddie’s head.

Eddie’s mouth falls open and he feels something slip out. Maybe it’s all the air from his lungs or maybe there’s a breathy moan laced in there too. He can’t tell over the blood rushing in his ears and the fog filling his mind. He doesn’t think Rick’s paying them any attention, though, watching tv.

Steve doesn’t stop and Eddie fucking loves him for that. He bends, finally able to seal his mouth to Eddie’s now, holding him down where he needs him. Eddie lets Steve lick open his lips, tongue dipping inside in search for the gum that Eddie forgot all about. He might’ve swallowed it by accident, but Steve’s kissing him deep enough to find it anywhere.

It’s so good. Eddie’s stomach is doing ecstatic little flips, just lying there letting Steve kiss him hard and squeeze his wrists and push his hips into Eddie’s. 

It all collides filthily in his mind, feeling wanted and trapped and taken.

Eddie doesn’t feel all the pleasure mounting until he’s already coming, wet warmth filling his jeans. His hips are moving in shallow thrusts against Steve’s before he can help it, moaning loud and long into the kiss.

Steve pulls back, both of them heaving for breath in the awkward quiet that falls over the room. It’s deafening silence for a moment, until Rick breaks it with a laugh and mumbles something about going to smoke before the door shuts behind him.

Eddie’s still foggy from the hell of an orgasm he just had, but Steve is wide eyed and wild haired above him. He’s still holding Eddie down, maybe stuck in shock, his face is flushed and Eddie can’t tell if it's from embarrassment or something else.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Stevie, I couldn’t—” Eddie starts to apologize but Steve cuts him off with an even rougher kiss from before.

Eddie smirks into it, feeling Steve rut against the wet spot on his jeans, feeling how hard he is too.

So, he’s not the only one finding out just how into this he is.

[penny00dreadful]

@subeddieweek Day 3: Cockwarming

Full version here, AO3 or blsky

Steve has found the perfect way to keep Eddie happy and quiet when there's a game on.

Taglist: @hbyrde36, @pearynice, @firefly-party, @sidekick-hero

[cuips-not-cute]

be cool, munson. be cool.

drawn for @subeddieweek day one: manhandling🖤

[steddieas-shegoes]

i wanna make your heartbeat run like roller coasters

for @subeddieweek day one with the prompts manhandling and accidental subspace

rated e | 3,520 words | please check ao3 for tags

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Eddie gets pushed against a lot of lockers.

It’s rarely accidental.

It’s always painful.

He doesn’t exactly have a lot of meat on his bones. Every hit leaves a bruise.

So when Steve fucking Harrington does his own dirty work for once, even though he graduated the way Eddie was supposed to, it’s just a bit embarrassing that it doesn’t hurt. It feels…kinda like he should be on his knees.

Which is really not something he wanted to think about when Steve’s got a hand on his shoulder, gripping hard enough to bruise, and something like fear in his eyes. Why is he scared?

“Did you sell weed to Robin?” he asked, teeth clenched.

Jesus fucking Christ. Steve’s got himself a band nerd girlfriend. How the hell did that happen?

“No, I sold to her friend. She waited by the treeline talking to herself the entire time.”

Eddie could hear his own voice shaking, but he wouldn’t back down. Black eyes were kinda metal weren’t they?

“Which friend?”

“Dude, I don’t even know. Someone else in band.”

The hand on his shoulder tightened and he barely bit back a whimper.

Steve’s eyes were very pretty this close. They were pretty from far away, too. Honestly, having Steve this close was probably rewiring something already broken in his brain. Having Steve’s hand on him like this was making his brain do somersaults trying to stay focused.

And then his hand was gone.

Eddie breathed in, breathed out.

“Sorry. I-” Steve shook his hands out and backed away. “Sorry.”

Eddie ignored whatever the fuck was happening in his stomach. It shouldn’t be happening so it isn’t, simple as that.

“Maybe you should ask your girlfriend if you’re so worried about her buying drugs.” Eddie should learn to shut his mouth at some point. “I only sell to the people who come to me first.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. I remember.” Steve wiped his hand down his face. “Sorry again.”

Eddie looked him up and down, taking in the fact that he was genuinely apologizing. No one ever apologized for knocking him around, not even when it was on accident.

“You good?” He eventually asked.

“Yeah. Just, she’s been through a lot. I didn’t really want her to get pressured into buying something,” Steve sighed. “Has she come out of the band room yet? I’m supposed to bring her to work.”

“Uh, yeah man, everyone left an hour ago.”

Eddie watched Steve’s face fall as he checked his watch and must’ve realized the time.

“Shit. Okay. I must’ve lost track of time.”

Steve looked pitiful. Eddie’s seen dogs in alleys who looked less beaten down and neglected than Steve currently did.

“I can help you find her?” Eddie offered for some unknown reason.

Well, he knew the reason, but he was choosing to ignore it.

“She’s probably already at work. It’s my day off so I ended up getting distracted with something and didn’t realize it was so late,” Steve admitted, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. “Thanks, though.”

Wayne liked to tell Eddie he was too nice to undeserving people. Lord knows he gave his dad too many chances and got let down every time. He even tried to be friends with Tommy Hagan in middle school because he could sense something was going on with Tommy’s dad much like his own.

But Eddie liked to remind Wayne that Eddie is often considered undeserving and he took him in and gave him multiple chances regardless.

“You wanna smoke?” Eddie asked, despite knowing he barely has anything left after the long week of midterms for students. His busiest times of year were right before school breaks, midterms, finals, and graduation weekend. He usually stocked up, but with Rick being in prison again, he had to try to stretch what he had out.

“Uh…smoke what?”

“Weed.” Then it hit Eddie that maybe Steve was into harder stuff. But he hadn’t ever even bought from him in high school. Tommy had, Carol had, almost everyone at his parties had, but Steve never did. “I have regular old cigs too if you prefer.”

“Yeah, man, cool,” Steve sighed with relief.

“I got a spot behind the cafeteria if you wanna…”

“Sure, yep, let’s go,” Steve nodded, gesturing towards the double doors that led outside to the cafeteria and auditorium buildings.

As they walked, Eddie’s mind raced with thoughts of being alone with Steve, Steve’s arm brushing against his, Steve pushing him against the wall of the cafeteria, of Eddie dropping to his knees and unbuttoning Steve’s pants and-

“I’m really sorry about what happened back there.”

Steve’s voice shook him from his thoughts, but his dick didn’t quite get the memo. When did he even start getting hard?

“No worries, dude.” His face scrunched in disgust at calling Steve dude. What was next, the bro pat on the back? A fist bump? “Kinda jealous of how protective you are of your girlfriend.”

Okay, actually, what the fuck? Eddie needed to shut his fucking face, right the fuck now.

“She’s not my girlfriend, but uh, I don’t think you’re really her type either,” Steve gave him a look, one Eddie knew well and one he couldn’t quite believe he was seeing on Steve’s face right now.

“Right, right.” Eddie wouldn’t make him say it, especially if it was actually the look he thought it was, but maybe he could offer a little something in return. “Yeah, she’s not really my type either.”

Steve stopped just before they reached the hidden area behind the dumpster and picnic table for staff to smoke.

“Really?” Steve’s eyes were wide. “So you’re more into…someone like…me?”

Eddie was actually leaking into his goddamn boxers. Why was he getting turned on just talking to Steve?

“That would be one way of saying it,” Eddie said. Still easy enough to back out of it, at least. Could just say he likes women who wear polos and use more hairspray than Melvald’s has ever carried at any given time.

“Huh,” Steve continued walking to the picnic table, sitting on top of it and kicking some dirt off the bench by his legs for Eddie to sit. “So those rumors were true?”

“That depends on if I’m gonna make it back home to my very loving uncle if I say yes.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Obviously, I’m not gonna judge you about it when my best friend is-” He cut himself off and Eddie had to give him major credit. The Steve he used to know never would’ve cared if he outed someone, or at least never would have realized that was wrong. He coughed and then looked down at the bench. “You gonna sit?”

Eddie sat down on the bench, extremely close to Steve’s legs. Almost touching. Was that heat coming from his body or was Eddie just extremely warm?

“Did you actually wanna smoke or did you just wanna get out of the hall?” Steve asked after another minute of awkward silence.

“We can smoke.” Eddie reached into his pocket, hating how tight his jeans were in the front, and grabbed his lighter. His pack of cigarettes were usually stored in his van because he rarely smoked them, but luckily he’d brought them with him all week to sneak smokes between classes. He pulled one out and handed it to Steve.

He started to light his own when Steve leaned down, his face right next to Eddie’s, breath hot on his neck.

“You aren’t gonna light it for me?”

Eddie whimpered.

He would deny it a million times over if anyone asked. He almost had himself believing he imagined it.

But Steve laughed and backed away, pulling out his own lighter and giving Eddie a second to catch his breath.

What the fuck was that? Did Steve know he was making Eddie’s brain flatline?

He watched Steve take a long drag out of the corner of his eye, his mind shuffling between ‘what if he fucked me right here?’ and ‘get the hell away before your dick pops a hole in your jeans.’

Steve’s lips were so pink, and looked so soft, and just wet enough from licking his lips before taking the next drag, and Eddie was really going through it right now.

He’d gone through his Steve Harrington phase just like everyone else, thought it was over when he graduated. Had avoided the mall all summer when he heard he was working at Scoops so he didn’t have to see him in those tiny blue shorts. Had even gone so far as to avoid being around when the kids were being picked up from Hellfire because Dustin mentioned Steve was his ride.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Except for Eddie’s imagination was impressive, and his late night thoughts turned into very vivid scenes of Steve working him to the edge and making him beg, or pushing him against a locker and making him take his cock with barely any prep, or-

“Dude, anyone ever tell you you’re kinda space-y?” Steve’s voice once again lifted him from his thoughts, though he felt a bit hazy.

“Think I’m comin’ down with something,” Eddie squeaked out. All he was coming down with was a sickness deep in his chest: Harrington Heart-itis.

“Did you hit your head?” Steve sounded concerned now, setting his cigarette in the ashtray left on the table and moving so he had one leg on either side of Eddie. His fingers landed in Eddie’s hair, pulling his head closer and inspecting it for injury. “I didn’t think anything but your shoulders hit, but maybe-”

“No,” Eddie gulped. He should pull away. “Didn’t hit my head.”

Steve’s fingers tightened, not quite painfully, but enough of a bite to it that Eddie whimpered. Again.

Steve’s grip loosened, but his fingers stayed buried in his curls, and Eddie felt pressure guiding him to rest against Steve’s thigh.

“You eat today?” Steve asked, though his voice sounded kinda far away, like he was above the surface of the water and Eddie was sitting at the bottom of a pool looking up at the sun. “Eddie?”

“Hm?” Eddie blinked up at Steve. “I ate.”

“When?” Steve’s hand was cupping his cheek. “Lunch?”

“Mmm, no,” Eddie shook his head, blinked. “Breakfast? Cereal.”

Steve cursed under his breath.

He was so pretty. Had he been told how pretty he was? Surely when Nancy was with him, she told him.

Even if Robin liked women, she had to at least notice how pretty he was, right?

Steve’s sharp intake of breath somewhat centered Eddie.

“I’m gonna drive you home, okay?” Steve whispered, leaning down so his face was only inches away.

Eddie could kiss him. It would be the easiest thing in the world to lift his head the final two inches to make their lips meet.

“Eddie, eyes open,” Steve’s fingers tightened again, gaining Eddie’s full attention. “Should I call someone? Are you dynamic or something?”

Eddie’s brows furrowed. What did that even mean?

“Like the sugar thing?” Steve continued.

“Diabetic?” Eddie still felt a little hazy, but he was starting to come back to it with Steve’s hand migrating from his hair to his shoulder. “No, my sugar’s fine.”

“I’ve got some soda in my car. I can drive you home and then bring you to school in the morning. You probably shouldn’t drive like…this.”

It all came crashing down when Eddie realized how vulnerable he’d just been, how he’d actually lost track of time, not sure exactly how long he’d been sitting between Steve’s legs with his hands in his hair before he started coming back to earth. He stood up, maybe a bit too quickly, rocking a bit before finding his balance.

“Woah, take it easy.” Steve held his hands out, grasped his biceps to hold him steady. “You were pretty far out of it. Don’t rush it.”

How fucking embarrassing.

Eddie had only gone down that far one time with someone and they got freaked out when he was giggling and couldn’t walk on his own because his legs felt like jelly. But that had been on purpose. This was- Steve didn’t– Jesus Christ.

“I’m fine now.” Eddie was not fine. He knew what would happen if he left right now. Aftercare was a major part of this whether Steve was prepared for it or not. “Just, um, walk me to my van.”

Steve looked like a kicked puppy, but Eddie didn’t have the time to explain all of this to him.

Steve Harrington didn’t know how much of a freak Eddie was even if he did know he was gay. There’s no way Steve participated in any type of BDSM with the many girls he slept with in high school.

There was absolutely no fuckin’ way Nancy Wheeler let herself get tied to a bed and get fucked by Steve.

He shook his head at the thought.

“I’d feel a lot better if you let me drive you. I promise we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Steve sighed. “I just don’t know if you should drive when you went down so hard.”

“You have no idea what even happened,” Eddie argued, pacing back and forth. “I can drive. I just need to walk it off.”

“You don’t walk off subspace.”

Eddie froze. Steve was standing right in front of him now, concern in his big, stupid, adorable eyes.

“How do you even know about subspace?” Eddie whispered.

“I slept with half the high school and two guys in Indy. I know what subspace is, Eds.”

Eddie must still be in space. Or maybe another galaxy.

“Sorry, did you just say you slept with two guys in Indy?” Has Steve seriously fucked more guys than Eddie has? Eddie, the resident gay man of Hawkins, has only been with one man in his entire life and Steve has apparently slept with two?

“Well, I wasn’t gonna sleep with two men in Hawkins!” Steve threw his hands up before putting them on his hips. “I hit up a gay bar and didn’t realize it doubled as a BDSM club until I was already in it and then a nice guy showed me the ropes. Literally. There were ropes involved.”

Eddie snorted. Steve was pretty and funny. Great. Just what he needed.

“I have a quick recovery, so I’ll be fine to drive home,” Eddie tried, though even he could hear his voice still shaking.

“No one is that quick,” Steve wrapped an arm around his shoulders, tugging him into a hug. “Has that ever happened before?”

“Not like that.”

“We should probably talk about it.”

The last thing Eddie wanted to do was talk about how someone playing with his hair and moving his head around while showing the bare minimum of care was enough to send him into subspace, but he had a feeling Steve wasn’t gonna give up easily.

“Fine. What should we talk about? How no one ever touches me gently so the moment someone did, I slipped? How I’ve been avoiding seeing you anywhere in public because I knew it would make my crush come back full force? Oh, I know!” Eddie laughed hysterically as he pulled away. “Let’s talk about how I still think about you in your stupid basketball shorts when I’m fucking myself on four fingers, which is never enough because I can never reach the spot I need to. Or how I once cut out your yearbook photo to keep for jerking off material because my mags weren’t enough. Could even talk about how earlier I wanted you to put your leg between mine so I could rub off on you. Or maybe the weather if you’d prefer that.”

Eddie was panting, could feel the heat on his face rising as he realized everything he’d just said, admitted, to Steve.

He’d never said any of that out loud. Shit, he’d barely said most of it in his own head.

Steve’s arms were pulling him in and Eddie let himself have it, let himself feel small for just a moment. If Steve wasn’t completely disgusted by what he said, then he would at least accept this offering of kindness for now.

They stayed like that for a while, long enough that Eddie started to wonder if he could just live here, right in Steve’s arms.

“It’s looking a little cloudy,” Steve said quietly, hands still rubbing Eddie’s back slowly.

“What?” Eddie still felt a little out of it, but that was entirely out of left field.

“You said we could talk about the weather.”

Eddie snorted. “Oh my God, you’re so-” Eddie looked up at Steve, who was smiling down at him. He felt off-kilter, being the object of that particular Steve look. “Stupid.”

It was fond, probably too fond for someone who needed to protect himself from whatever the hell was happening. He needed to shut this down.

“It’s been mentioned,” Steve’s eyes flickered down to Eddie’s lips, then back up to his eyes. “You good to head out?”

Eddie started to nod, but stopped.

This was his only chance. He wasn’t dumb enough to think he’d ever be alone with Steve again. If he was gonna kick start a spiral over feelings, he might as well go all out.

He stood at his full height, almost eye level with Steve, and leaned in.

The kiss was not even close to perfect. In fact, as far as kisses go, it was probably in the bottom three for Steve. Eddie chose not to think about how he screwed it all up.

But once the initial shock wore off, and Eddie put his teeth away, Steve’s hand cupped Eddie’s cheek and he licked past his lips.

Leave it to Steve to turn this around, make it something worth the risk.

Their lips moved in sync, both of them deepening the kiss without making it too wet, too filthy for a public space.

It was, dare he say, romantic.

Most kisses Eddie had managed to have were dirty and rough, hidden away in dark bars and alleyways, not exactly prime teen romance.

Of course Steve was good at this, of course he made Eddie melt against him, and of course Eddie was going to start writing hearts around Steve’s name in his notebook as if they were high school sweethearts.

When they pulled apart, it took him a minute to open his eyes. How stereotypical.

Steve was already looking at him, softer than he probably deserved.

“You’re pretty good at that,” Eddie breathed out.

“It’s been mentioned.” Steve’s lips turned up in a smirk before he pulled away completely. “Let’s go.”

They walked back through the school, stopping at Eddie’s locker to grab one of his textbooks as if he actually would use it. By now, he didn’t really need the textbooks to get his work done. And he was actually committed to getting it done this time around.

They were quiet as they continued out to the parking lot, only a few cars belonging to teachers left, maybe a few students stuck here for football or basketball practice. Steve’s car was towards the back, but Eddie’s was almost all the way in the grass field by the main road. It was less risky leaving it further away, less likely that anyone would slash the tires or key the side.

“You’re sure you can drive?” Steve asked as they stood outside his car.

“Yeah. Only five minutes to the trailer. It’ll be fine.” Eddie shrugged like it was nothing, but he was actually a little worried the kiss set him too off balance to focus on the road. Fuck the subspace, Steve’s lips were like discovering a new galaxy.

“Can I call you later? To check on you?” Steve seemed hesitant to ask.

“Uh, yeah? Do you…have my number?”

Steve shook his head, opening the door to his car and reaching into the glovebox to find a pen and an old receipt. As Eddie wrote down the number to the trailer, he thought about how much worse this would be tomorrow, how shitty it would be to have had this absolutely out of this world experience with the one person he never thought he could and then be left with scraps for the rest of his life.

“You uh, you don’t have to call, man. Don’t feel pressured. My uncle will be home so it’s not like I’ll be alone.”

Steve took the paper and pen back, folding the paper and putting it in his pocket and throwing the pen back into the car.

“I’m gonna call.” Steve moved a piece of Eddie’s hair from in front of his face. “You got a phone in your room?”

“No, but the one we have reaches to the bathroom?” Why the hell did he need one in his room?

“Good. Need you to be alone.”

“Steve, what the hell does that mean?”

“How else am I supposed to tell you what I wanna do to you?”

Well, fuck.

Day two: ao3 | tumblr

[fuctacles]

Under pressure

For @subeddieweek Day 1 | M | 1177 | accidental subspace, non-verbal communication, sleepover, Steve-instinctive-Dom-Harrington | Ao3 Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Ao3

Eddie avoided fights because he was a coward. A pussy, even, he'll admit. But there was a whole other reason for him avoiding sports.

He wasn't a big fan of physical contact. 

But since he's become better friends with Steve Harrington, he's been discovering things about himself. Things he wished would have stayed hidden. Forever.

The first time, it was a tussle for the remote. Eddie refused to watch another episode of whatever the fuck capitalist media was trying to spoon-feed them, while Steve was adamant there was a plot that he was invested in. One elbow to the gut and some pulled hair later, he landed underneath the guy, his weight pinning him to the ground.

Melting his bones.

Soothing.

"You okay?"

Steve sounded concerned about Eddie's sudden silence, and his mind scrambled to salvage his dignity. All he could manage was a groan, which Steve thankfully interpreted as a sign of pain and not the sudden weakness that it was. 

He instantly hopped off of him, apologizing.

Eddie has been avoiding and yearning for the touch ever since.

He had never considered Steve like that, but apparently being sat on was the biggest turn-on for his poor little dick, and now it was all he could think of at night.

His doom comes when he has to sleep over after a night of drinking. Steve insisted they share a bed, that it was alright, and Eddie foolishly believed him. 

It is fine until Steve rolls over to put away his glasses. 

"Shit, sorry. I just gotta..."

They didn't think this through, because Eddie was the one next to the bedside table, the one Steve was trying to reach. He almost crawls over Eddie to accomplish it, his weight heavy on top of him, pressing him to the mattress and making his mind go blank. 

He bites his lip so hard he probably draws blood, but it doesn't stop the whimper Steve's body literally pushed out of him.  Steve freezes. 

"Are you alright?" He drops the glasses and shoots up. "Did I hurt you?"

Eddie can't answer. His brain is screaming at his mouth, but he can't manage a single word, all he can think of is Steve's body back on him, that weight pressing him down, immobilizing him. He could probably reach pure bliss with just that.

When he doesn't get an answer, Steve pulls on his shoulder to flip him on his back. Eddie whines in protest but doesn't have enough control over his muscles to stop him. His shame gets put on display and Steve's eyes widen.

"Eddie?"

His pupils are huge as he blinks owlishly up at his friend.

"You okay?"

Eddie nods.

"Do you need anything?"

You. On me, against me, in me.

He shakes his head slowly, not breaking eye contact. This seems to frustrate Steve.

"Eddie, come on," he groans. "Clearly something's wrong. Do you need water? I can bring you some." He moves to stand up, but Eddie's in the way. He has to throw his leg over him, and Eddie presses his eyes closed, begging his body not to react.

It's enough to alert Steve, though, and he freezes hovering above him, mid-movement. 

"Huh."

It's a soft sound, barely there, and Eddie decides to keep his eyes closed. Maybe if he does, whatever realization Steve has gets forgotten, and he moves on, brings him the damn water, and maybe throws it on him like on a horny dog. Maybe that would help him.

But no, the ‘huh’ is followed by Steve settling down on his hips.

Oxygen escapes him in a whiny breath, and his body presses up without his control, seeking that delicious weight of another body. 

"Want to make out about it?" Steve asks out of the blue like any normal person would in these circumstances. But Eddie doesn't answer him, he can't, and he doesn't know. He can only stare and writhe under him, making tiny sounds of need he can't comprehend. Steve frowns down on him, partially concerned, partially curious. 

"Don't feel like talking?" he asks. Eddie gives him a nod. He hums. "Can you answer some yes or no questions? Nod for a yes and shake your head for no."

Nod.

"You can blink twice if you don't know or don't want to answer. Okay?"

Nod.

"What do you do if you don't want to answer?"

Eddie blinks twice.

"Good. Great." Steve smiles, and Eddie mirrors it through his haze. "Are you feeling alright?"

Nod.

"Do you need water?"

Shake.

"Do you need the bathroom?"

Shake.

"A snack?"

Shake.

Steve considers him, perched on top of his body. Eddie tentatively reaches up, palms resting on his thighs. Steve's gaze follows his fingers, where they just rest with no ill intent, only there to touch.

"Will we talk about it more in the morning?"

Eddie hesitates. Does he want to talk about it? To bring his shame to the light of day, confess the budding crush on his friend? But Steve doesn't seem angry, he's not kicking him out of the bed. He's being soft and gentle and trying to understand. Maybe in the morning, they could understand it together. Tentatively, he nods.

That eases Steve's frown a bit, but he sighs when another problem hits him.

"I don't know what else to ask," he admits with a huff. 

Eddie wants to help, so he slides his hands up, towards his hips, and tries to convey as best as possible where he wants him. He stares into his eyes, begging him to understand.

"Want me to lay down on you?"

He nods furiously, excited to get what he needs. 

Steve looks down. It's a minuscule movement of his eyes, but it's there. He will know if Eddie's hard when he moves, but he needs the heads-up. The bulge in Eddie's sweats is noticeable but not fully there, to Steve's relief. Having his friend under him in such a pliant state is already overwhelming as it is, and he knows Eddie will feel his own chub when he moves. 

"We're just sleeping tonight, alright?" Steve clarifies and Eddie nods without hesitation. "And cuddle a bit, I guess." Eddie nods again.

He moves, watching his friend’s face for any sign of distress. Eddie’s hands slide around him in an embrace that's more comforting than Steve's ready to admit, and soon they're chest to chest, legs tangled, and he has to crane his neck to maintain eye contact.

"That alright?"

Nod.

Eddie's hands squeeze him minutely and Steve settles down against his shoulder, finally resting his full body weight against him.

The man underneath him sighs, and it's like his whole body deflates. He makes a content sound in the back of his throat, and Steve wants to cry. It's so endearing and so comforting to have Eddie trust him like that. To have him turn into mush in his presence. 

He hopes he's not overstepping when he presses his nose to Eddie's neck, inhaling him and softly caressing his skin when he murmurs a "goodnight, Eds."

[after-the-end-times]

Collars Don't Come From Hot Topic

Rating: M 🖤 Words: 1,630 🖤 Tags: Accidental Subspace, Non-Sexual Subspace, Established Realtionship, Established Dom/sub dynamics, Future fic - 90s, Steve takes care of Eddie @subeddieweek Day 3 Prompt -Accidental Subspace Ao3

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Eddie was working on a short story when Steve got back from his weekly trip to the mall with Robin.

Every week they would get to the mall before it opened to walk with the old people; they got to have a specific time set aside to chat and Steve was able to make sure Robin was getting some exercise.

"Got you something!" Steve sang out, swinging a black bag toward Eddie.

"Oooh, I love getting stuff! Gimme!" Steve plopped the bag on the table beside his notebook, white jagged lettering on the bag, Hot Topic.

He dumped the bag sideways, a black band of leather sliding out, a choker.

"I saw it and thought it'd go with a lot of what you wear. There were different ones, but the leather would go with your jacket and the silver matches your rings! The girl who checked us out said it was a good one."

"Looks cool, I like it!" Eddie took it off the cardboard and held it up to Steve who took it as Eddie pulled his hair out of the way. "Buckle it for me?"

From behind, Steve lifted it over his head, placing it snug against his throat. He'd seen a lot of people wearing these lately, mostly punks and goths, but for Steve he'd wear it happily.

"How's that feel?" Steve asked, hooking a finger between the necklace and Eddie's throat. "Not too tight?"

Eddie tested it out, moving his head around, breathing deep.

"Nope, feels good. Thank you for thinking of me." He tilted his head back, Steve leaned down a peak a kiss to his lips. Eddie grinned mischievously, "Especially, since I know how you and Robin get when you're in gossip and chat mode."

Steve laughed and booped Eddie's nose. "Never too caught up to remember you, babe."

Eddie grinned, a blush gently heating his cheeks. He glanced back to his notebook and back up to Steve, "So, what was on your List of Housework to get done today, on this fine Saturday?"

"Need to mow and then prune back the bushes that have gotten a little too out of hand. You wanna help?"

Normally, Eddie didn't do much of the yard work, unless something was a two man job, but today felt different. "Sure."

Surprise flashed across Steve's face for a moment, before splitting into a grin. "Great! You can hold the lawn bags! Dumping the grass is a bit easier with an extra set of hands. Grab your gloves from the tool closet and meet me out front."

Steve left out the side door, heading for the mower in the shed. Eddie stood, moving to grab his gloves without a second thought.

He met Steve out front, who handed him two lawn bags, "Open one of these. I dump out the mower's bag twice for the front yard, so just stand here and I'll bring it to you."

Eddie nodded and worked on opening the bag, which turned out to be a little more difficult than he realized, ending up halfway inside the bag before bringing it down in front of himself.

Steve had already gotten the mower running and was two back and forth's into the yard.

And Eddie waited.

It was a nice day out, warm with a slight breeze, comfortable even in the shade of the house.

Steve finished half the yard and unhooked the bag from the mower, carrying it over to Eddie.

"Alright, open it up. I need to get this bag fully into it so nothing falls out." Eddie followed the directions, hooking the paper bag around the mower's bag. "Good. Might want to cover your mouth and nose with your shirt, the grass can go flying."

Eddie held the bag with one hand, pulling his t-shirt over his nose with his other.

"Good. Don't want your allergies acting up, baby. Alright, there we go. I'll just get the rest of the yard, then we can go to the back yard, yeah?"

Eddie nodded, standing beside his bag, holding it so it wouldn't dump.

Steve walked back to the mower, glancing back at Eddie quizzically, giving him a little wave. Eddie smiled back.

And he waited.

The wind whispered across his skin, feeling cool and refreshing. The birds chirped in the trees around him.

Steve finished the yard, pushing the mower over to Eddie, they repeated the earlier process, before heading to the backyard.

The back was technically bigger, but over the years they'd laid gravel and bricks to make a fire pit area and deck space, so there was about the same amount of grass to mow as the front.

Steve asked Eddie to open the bag and Eddie did.

Steve pointed to a shady space by their shed Eddie should stand to be out of the sun and Eddie did.

Steve mowed.

Eddie waited.

"Baby?" Hot hands slide up his jaw, cupping his face. He blinked. Steve was standing before him. "Hey, there. You back with me?"

Eddie blinked at him.

"Ok, that's ok. Let's go inside, get some water. Worked up quite a sweat out here. Come on."

Steve turned him toward the house, placing a heavy hand on his lower back to guide him to the door.

Inside, Steve sat him back at the chair he'd been writing in earlier.

Eddie watched as he stepped over to the cupboards, pulling out two glasses, then grabbed the pitcher of cold water from the fridge, setting them on the table near Eddie.

Steve sat beside him and poured the water, holding a glass up up Eddie's lips. Eddie blinked at him once before his eyes slipped closed and he drank the water Steve slowly tipped for him.

Steve set the glass aside once he finished it all and took Eddie's hands in his, rubbing the backs with his thumbs. Eddie took a deep breath.

Thoughts were flitting around his mind, too quick to grab on to. He tilted his head questioningly.

"Baby, I think you slipped into your floaty headspace while we were working."

Eddie's eyebrows pinched in confusion.

"Think it might've been the choker. I can take it off, maybe that'll help?" Eddie whined, jerking a hand from Steve's to cover the front of the choker, eyes wide with worry.

"Ok, ok, that's fine, baby. You can keep it on." Steve held his hand out, Eddie placed his back in it, Steve continued to rub the backs. "Don't worry, I'm not taking it from you. Just wanna take care of you. Why don't we take a little break from yard work? Come on, I'll put a movie on."

Steve stood, holding Eddie's hands so he'd follow with him. He sat Eddie on their couch, going over to pop a movie in, and then sitting back beside him, wrapping an arm around him.

As the movie played, Eddie's thoughts became a little firmer. He tilted his head to look at Steve, who felt the shift and met his eyes.

"Hi." His voice felt hard to push out. He rubbed his cheek on Steve's shoulder.

Steve slid his hand into Eddie's hair. "Hey there, babe. You coming back to your body a bit more?"

Eddie hummed, mmhmm.

"Good, that's good. You hungry?"

Eddie thought about it, tilting his head and pursing his lips so Steve would know he was thinking about it. He nodded and hummed out a uh huh.

"Alrighty. Let's pause this and go make something. Come on." Steve stood, holding out his hand for Eddie to take, and then pulled him up.

Accident or not, Steve used a tad too much strength and Eddie stumbled, falling into Steve's arms. He giggled, smiling up at Steve. Steve grinned back.

They walked into the kitchen hand in hand. Steve stood Eddie against the counter where he could keep touching him while he made them something to eat.

They sat back in the living room with their food and the movie playing. Little by little, Eddie felt more solid. By the time the movie ended and their empty plates sat on the coffee table, Eddie was able to think again.

He turned to Steve, speaking low, "Do you really think it was the choker?"

Steve turned sideways on the couch to face him. "Yeah, babe, I do. It's the only thing that makes sense. I was thinking about it and it is kinda like a collar collar, you know? I know we decided that a collar wasn't something we were interested in, but...maybe we should rethink that."

Eddie nodded. "Yeah. I mean, maybe not immediately, though? This seemed to work pretty well."

He touched the front of his choker gently, just his fingertips brushing against it.

Steve smiled at him. "Ok, not yet then. However, if we want one for an actual, harder scene, we're going to look at the proper collars, ok?"

"Yeah, ok, sounds fair." Eddie nodded and then hesitated, looking down as if he could see the necklace. "Can I keep this on, though? For today at least?"

Steve leaned over, smiling, and kissed him gently. "I bought it for you, it's yours. You wear it as long as you're comfortable."

Eddie smiled back, leaning in, asking for another kiss which Steve happily gave him.

"Can we watch another movie?" Eddie asked, guilelessly, knowing they still had yard work to do.

Steve laughed at his blatant attempt to get out of going back outside. "Yeah, babe, let's watch another. You pick this time."

Eddie hopped up excitedly, feeling rejuvenated after floating away for so long. He popped in a movie, swung by the chair to grab the blanket, and plopped back down against Steve.

At some point they would need to talk and reassess their dynamic and interests, but that was for another day.

Today was for yard work and movies.

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[yesdangerpls]

Let Me Take Care of You (I'll Be Careful)

Written for @subeddieweek Day 3, prompts: 'daddy Steve,' 'cockwarming,' & 'comfort'

Also for @steddiebingo, prompts: 'mirror sex,' 'sub!Eddie,' and 'service top'

wc: 2.4k words | rated: E | cw: none | tags: established relationship, soft daddy dom / service top Steve, sub Eddie, mild h/c, cockwarming, mirror sex, porn without plot but with feelings | AO3

Eddie’s feeling down and sensitive about his scars, so Steve helps him to relax into himself again; OR the most schmoopy, loving, softest sex ever.

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Eddie’s in a mood. He’s been quiet all day, snapping at Steve when he talks at all, apologizing quietly without meeting his eyes.

He’s not positive, but the way Eddie’s hands keep drifting to his sides, his face, give Steve a pretty good idea. He gets the same way, sometimes.

So he comes up behind Eddie, plucks the cold mug of coffee from his hands, and gently starts rocking them back and forth. His chin hooks over Eddie’s shoulder—he loves how they’re the right height for that—and gives him a peck on the cheek.

“Want to talk about it?”

Eddie grumbles, but he does respond. “…No.”

Not a problem. Not like they both don’t bottle it up from time to time. “Can I hold you anyway?”

“…Okay,” Eddie replies softly.

Steve lays another kiss on his neck as a reward, and starts walking them both over to the bedroom, where he gently nudges Eddie to sit, to lay down. He curls up a but on his side, lifting his elbow a bit, an invitation Steve is happy to take advantage of, wrapping his arm around Eddie’s waist and nuzzling into his hair. It gets in his mouth a bit, but it’s worth it to feel Eddie’s warmth all along his front.

Slowly, Eddie begins to relax, bit by bit. Steve can wait as long as he needs to.

It could be five minutes, it could be thirty before Eddie speaks.

“It’s just…” Eddie hesitates, and Steve runs a soothing hand down his side and back up. “It’s just a bad day. For my scars. They hurt, and…”

Steve hums lightly, leaving space for him to keep going if he wants.

Eddie lets out a burst of air and continues, “…and it was hard to see them this morning. When I got dressed, I mean. In the mirror.” He curls up a bit more. Sighs. “It just… sucks, you know? Sometimes. It just sucks. Today sucks.”

Steve sighs with him. He wishes he could do more for Eddie day to day, and he does, these days are getting less frequent, but they still pop up now and again. Fortunately, that means they’ve been here before, and Steve knows how to handle it, handle Eddie.

He lets his hand drift down to where Eddie’s scarring rumples his shirt a bit, squeezing slightly. Eddie shifts, but lets him do it.

“You trust me, baby?”

Eddie huffs slightly as Steve wraps his arm around his chest, pulling him into a hug where they’re spooning. “You know I do.”

“You gonna let me take care of you?”

“…If you want to,” Eddie grouses, but Steve can see the hint of a smile in his cheek.

“Thank you, baby,” Steve coos back, not joking in the least, and rolls to his side of the bed to retrieve Eddie’s scar cream from his nightstand, dropping it next to Eddie’s head. He comes back up behind Eddie, working his way under Eddie’s shirt, drifting his fingertips up his spine, pushing it up and under his armpits until Eddie raises his arms and lets Steve pull it off, with some shuffling.

Just as carefully, Steve drifts lower, undoing Eddie’s ridiculous buckle with years of long practice and edging his pants lower, lower, and off, along with his socks. Fingertips dip just a little below the waistline of Eddie’s underwear, and Steve confirms, “These too?” He gets a tiny nod of confirmation and drags those down as well.

With Eddie fully nude, Steve bends down to give a kiss to the arch of Eddie’s foot, and almost gets kicked for his efforts; Eddie’s ticklish as all hell down there. It doesn’t discourage him from making his way, kiss by kiss, up Eddie’s leg. His lips press against his ankle, his calf, the inside of his knee, his thigh, the crease of his hip, until he reaches the scars themselves. Eddie has started to chub up, but neither one address it. That’s not what this is about.

A light push shifts Eddie onto his front, letting Steve straddle his thighs. Eddie drapes his long hair above one shoulder so Steve has full access to his back. So sweet. The cream clicks open. Steve warms it up on his palms before reaching down, not wanting a single thing to stop Eddie from drifting.

He presses the palms of his hands onto the edges of Eddie’s scars, tracing the ridges left by too many teeth, slowly warming and massaging Eddie’s back. There aren’t many scars here, but nevertheless Steve takes his time, knuckling up the ridges of Eddie’s spine, only to press down along his shoulders, dragging down his shoulderblades back down to his waist, only to do it all again, until Eddie is pliable and melting against the duvet. Steve leans down, gives a soft kiss to the nape of Eddie’s neck.

Eddie’s breath is deep and even now, but Steve knows by the occasional hitch that he’s still awake, so he’s able to just tap Eddie’s shoulder once, twice, and Eddie looks up at him with a slow blink, vision hazy. Steve murmurs, “Turn over, love,” and Eddie complies. He’s hard, and Eddie blushes a little until Steve hushes him again.

“Don’t worry about it, Eddie. Just relax. Let daddy take care of you.”

It doesn’t help the flush, but Steve just smiles, satisfied at Eddie letting himself be seen like this, letting Steve see him like this, like they haven’t seen each other to their cores a thousand times by now.

It never gets old.

Steve settles on Eddie’s thighs again, ignoring Eddie’s erection entirely in favor of getting more cream and starting on Eddie’s scars on his front. There are a lot more; he had to get skin grafts where the bats had eaten too much of him to close on his own.

He’s just as indulgent with Eddie’s front as his back, if not moreso. The scars get massaged in smooth circles, carefully but firmly; Steve knows how hard to push without causing unintentional pain. First by his sides, connecting to where he’d already moisturized along his ribs; across his stomach, the soft flesh bowing to Steve’s fingers, stroking up and down; up to Eddie’s chest, worse on one side, though both get Steve’s love. He lays his lips where Eddie’s left nipple would be without the scarring, letting his cream-slick hand brush the other, barely-there but enough to make Eddie arch his back a little, trying to press in. Steve flattens his hand, pushing him back in contact with the bed.

Eddie pouts, but Steve just continues his leisurely journey, kissing the demon face at Eddie’s shoulder, his collar, his throat, his jawline as his hands ghost over the rest of Eddie’s scarring, all the way up to the chunk taken out of his face. He cradles Eddie’s face, massaging the cream in, watching Eddie’s dazed expression with reverence. He dips down to finally, finally lay a kiss on Eddie’s lips, soft and beautiful.

“How are we doing, baby?” Steve’s question echoes in the near-silence of the room.

“Good,” Eddie answers, “so, so good, daddy.”

His baby is so sweet to him. “You’re all done, sweetheart. Anything else you want? Anything at all.”

“…Hold me?”

Now that is a request Steve is more than happy to work with, and dips down for another sweet kiss. “I want to do something. Trust me, baby?”

“Yeah.” He says it like it’s obvious. A fundamental truth of the universe. Maybe it is.

“Okay. Give me a minute, daddy will be right back, okay?”

He waits for a nod before getting up, stripping his own clothes off with efficiency, tossing them into the hamper for later. Then, he turns and opens a door.

A door to their closet, with a full-length mirror hanging from the top.

Steve takes a moment to angle the door carefully, ensuring the mirror aims directly at where Eddie is laying on the bed, and heads back over the Eddie. He turns him on his side to face the mirror and lays down behind him, once more wrapping his arm around Eddie, this time to ground him. The two of them (much more prominently Eddie) are visible in the mirror from face to thigh; Steve leans over Eddie’s shoulder to admire the graceful arch of Eddie’s neck, the way his legs fall slightly apart to show a softening cock.

“Is this okay?”

“…I…” Eddie is already a bit choked up, staring intently at himself in the mirror, so Steve pulls him closer again, drags his fingernails down and across the scarring, and back up, down and back up. He lays a meandering trail of kisses along the curve of his neck, mouths below his ear.

“Do you know what I see, when I look at you?” he asks, not expecting an answer, but asking nonetheless. “I see someone I love. Who has gone through a lot, but who still loves that dice game, who plays like a rockstar on stage. I see someone who leaves the dishes in the sink for days, who is so, so kind, who’s gotten a lot of shit from people who don’t know anything at all, who I love so, so much, tip to tail.” He strokes Eddie’s sides, pinches Eddie’s behind playfully. “I’m sorry they hurt today, baby.”

“…’s okay.”

“Do you see what I see? Can you try?” Steve asks gently. “When you see my scars, you don’t think they’re ugly, do you?” Eddie shakes his head silently. “That’s right, you don’t. You see me, just like I see you. I see you, Eddie.”

“Can you—”

“What is it, baby? You know daddy will give you anything you need. I’ll spoil you rotten, sweetheart.”

“…I want you closer.” Steve can do that. He pulls at Eddie’s waist, pressing their skin— “No, I mean—can you. Inside?”

Ah. Yes, Steve can absolutely do that, too, if that’s what his baby needs from him, he is more than happy to oblige.

His cock, mostly ignored to this point, is hard already; he’s been manhandling his very attractive partner for some time now, after all, and pressed up between his cheeks since they’ve been cuddling. That wasn’t the point.

It is the point now, though. He knows he could use the scar cream, it’s right there and surprisingly slick, but that’s meant for Eddie. Instead, he leans over Eddie to get the lube, letting his weight pin Eddie down briefly, and is rewarded with a whimper from the beautiful man below him. He leans back behind Eddie and quickly goes from one finger to two to three. With how relaxed Eddie is right then, he probably didn’t need to prep him at all, but it’s nice to do, nice to feel Eddie relaxing around him, getting ready for him, making sure Eddie isn’t going to feel even a twinge of discomfort as Steve slides in.

And so he does. Steve slides in with no effort at all, cradling Eddie in his arms as his hips meet Eddie’s in one long, slow motion, and stays there. He feels more than hears Eddie sigh happily at the feeling, adjusting slightly to the weight inside of him, and Eddie’s face in the mirror is everything Steve could have hoped for, just pleasure and relief.

There they stay, Steve mostly still inside of Eddie, occasionally moving just enough to stay hard in Eddie’s wet heat. Steve continues caressing Eddie, his arms, his neck, his stomach, his thighs, stroking his half-hard cock once in a while, just enough to keep him feeling his body. He loves the way he can see all of Eddie, even from behind.

“I love you, baby,” Steve praises in an endless litany. “I love how you feel, I love how you look when you get like this, baby, all eager and pliable and sweet. I love how our scars match, how you keep going day to day. I love holding you like this. Being close to you. You’re all I ever want, just want to keep you safe and happy and sweet like this. Such a good boy for me. I love you so much.”

After a bit, Eddie starts moving, himself, tilting his hips back and forth for the slightest hint of friction, staring at himself, where Steve wraps around him, in the mirror. Steve doesn’t stop talking about how much he loves Eddie, but he does help a little bit, tiny thrusts meeting Eddie in the middle. His hand drifts down as well, focusing more on Eddie’s cock, alternating slow, sensual strokes with light tugs on his balls and back again. At one point, he lifts one of Eddie’s legs up to his chest, letting them both see where Steve and Eddie are connected in the mirror, watching them come together in a way neither usually can.

Steve can feel Eddie’s breathing speed up, but doesn’t speed up to match, and Eddie doesn’t try to make him. Slowly, carefully, Steve brings Eddie to the brink of orgasm, holds him there for just a few seconds, and lets him come. Eddie shudders slightly around him as he comes, as smooth and slow as the tide, come dripping onto Steve’s hand and the bed. Steve brings his hand off, letting Eddie’s leg fall to the mattress, and wipes it next to their mess. A problem for later.

Eddie shifts a bit, reminding Steve of his own erection, still in his ass. “Do you wanna…?” Eddie asks, but Steve knows how he gets sensitive after coming.

“I’m good, baby,” he says, kissing just under Eddie’s ear.

“You didn’t come yet, though?”

“Don’t worry about me. Being close to you is all I need.”

He can sense Eddie’s hesitation, and grinds slightly, feeling Eddie’s wince, however much he tries to hide it. Yeah, no, he’s not doing that, not tonight. He starts to pull out, but—

“Then—at least stay inside. Please, daddy?”

He thinks for a moment, but really, who is he to say no to that? Eddie being all sweet, really, truly relaxed.

“Okay, baby. If that’s what you want.”

“It is.”

He slips back in, and Eddie does shudder a bit, but it’s a happy sigh at the end, when their hips are once more flush.

Steve settles in behind Eddie, showering more kisses anywhere he can reach. It’s not long before he feels Eddie fall asleep, and takes the opportunity to move his hair more fully out of the way. Just one more kiss and he’ll go to sleep. Two more after that. A third, a fourth, a fifth…

Steve drifts off between kisses eighty-six and eighty-seven.

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