Steve always liked to watch girls' faces as he got the right angle, pushed in slow, and filled them when they were relaxed and welcoming.
Loved seeing that pleasure on their face, surprised it could feel so good.
He never realised that he was also envious.
Envious of their pleasure, of the way they breathed the words, full and good and deep in his ear. A small part of himself, that he had never examined, wanted to know, what it would be like to be that overwhelmed by pleasure.
To be full.
Steve Harrington's life was full sure. Full of stuff. Full of things.
Yet he'd never actually felt full. It was never enough. No matter the presents his parents bought him. No matter the alcohol he drank. No matter the friends he collected.
Nothing ever made him feel full.
Sometimes he got close. When his heart swelled two sizes larger around Nancy. Or when Dustin and Robin fell into his life.
His chest tight. His heart full.
But there was still something missing.
Something he craved. Something deeper.
Then Eddie Munson has stomped into his life, one bottle and one demon at a time.
This man so full of life, bursting at the seams with it.
Steve found himself yearning to touch, to see if he could siphon some off for himself. To see if he could find out why or how.
Yearn turned to touch and touch turned intimate and Steve felt that little part of him, the one that was envious of all those girls, start to claw out.
Every graze against his body was like a flame licking at his skin. Burning a path, filling his heart, feeding his soul.
The yearning crows loudly now, screaming almost, a howl in his chest. More he wants. More he needs.
When Eddie asks, shakily, hands trembling where they grip at Steve's neck, shoulders, body, "How… Do you want to… Which way do you…"
Steve knows.
"Fill me, Eddie," he says, half a demand, half a need. The monster in his chest is braying to be free and he needs it so badly that he almost wants to flip Eddie over and take it for himself.
Steve has never been more sure. Never been more desperate for something in his life.
This feeling, this fullness. He wants it. And he wants it from Eddie. The man so full of life it overflows.
"Please Eddie, please please please, I need you," he tries, he begs.
Eddie cups his face, full in his hands, rings pressed against Steve's cheeks, "Shhhh baby, okay, I've got you. okay,"
Steve wants to cry, he doesn't know why, he just knows he feels so much he wants to explode.
Doesn't stop shaking until Eddie's fingers are sliding along his cheeks. They're slick with Vaseline, warm with Eddie's heat, but lacking the rings. Steve doesn't even know when he did that. So focused on writhing against him, trying to get him inside.
He's slick, wet between his skin, fingers catch against a place no one except Eddie has ever been and Steve exhales as Eddie's finger presses inside.
"Oh."
Eddie's breath is hot against Steve's cheek, but Steve's too focused on that finger, wiggling its way inside him.
"Oh Sweetheart, do you like that?"
Steve can't speak, doesn't know what to say, it's a weird sensation but he likes it. He loves it. He wants more, Eddie's finger is delicious inside him, invading his body.
"More please," he asks, breathless, demands gone, Steve is soft.
Eddie pressed his face against Steve's, groaning. "Sure, course baby, shit you're so sweet like this."
Steve's not sure he's ever been sweet. No one's ever called him that. Nice. Handsome. Pretty even. But not sweet. It makes him melt.
"Please Eddie," he whispers. Eddie is close enough for it to be loud. The finger leaves him, makes him whine, but is quickly replaced with two fingers, massaging little circles against his rim. The delicious pleasure a tease.
"I've got you, Stevie, just relax,"
And Steve does, exhales again as Eddie slides two shaky fingers inside him, wincing only when a bit of nail catches, but it's soon soothed over by the fact that Steve is that little bit fuller.
He's getting filled.
That's what he wants.
He pants, puffs of breath leaving his lips as he adjusts to the feeling of two solid fingers inside him. Eddie pumps them, slowly, like he's feeling around Steve, like he's touching him inside and the thought alone makes Steve shudder in delight.
Fingers twist and squish against his insides and Steve…
He loves it. He loves it so much the sounds leave his mouth unbidden. They're pornographic, high and reedy in a way he's heard from the girls in the porn Tommy watches. He never thought he'd make those sounds.
"Eddie Eddie Eddie Eddie,"
"Yeah, god, fuck, you should see yourself baby, you really like that don't you, like my fingers inside you, are you sure you've never done this before?"
Steve cries out, "Noooo," pathetic and whiny but he doesn't want Eddie to think that.
"No? Oh no? Your first time taking fingers and you love it, guess you're just built for this Stevie, built to take my fingers huh," Eddie teases, fingers now gliding smoothly in and out of Steve, a steady fucking pressure.
"Yeah. Fuck. Yeah, Eddie, only you. Made for you,"
Eddie growls, Steve's pretty sure it's the most animal he's heard Eddie including the time he wrestled Gareth for the last cookie. "Oh sweetheart, sweeeetheart. You can't just say that, can I… Can I Steve? May I enter?"
Steve wails. It's all he wants.
Eddie's fingers leave with a schlop sound, and he tugs Steve down by the hips. Steve goes, unable to move his limbs, and just lets Eddie manoeuvre him, pushing and pulling and moving and flipping his legs over his elbows.
Eddie looks down at him, then down at his hole, then back at Steve.
"Fuck I love you," he says, just as the head of his cock presses against Steve's rim.
"What?" Steve gasps out.
The head pops in and there's ringing in Steve's ears. He can't see, doesn't see, he's gone blind. There is a cock in him. All he can feel is the thrumming in his hole.
Eddie's cock is in him. It feeds in slowly, Eddie steady as he pushes. Every inch is slick with vaseline, and every inch makes Steve full.
This is what he wanted.
Love love love love
Full full full full
His ears are ringing and Eddie is panting and his head, his heart and body are filled with love. He is full.
And Steve cums.
He cums and cums and cums and he still feels full.
Steve sounds so far away, almost like his voice is underwater, or is it Eddie who is underwater. Eddie might be underwater. His head sure feels like it. It's too loud and it's too quiet.
The sofa dips beside him, bending with Steve's body, Eddie can feel a warmth by his side.
"Hey, Dustin said today was a bad day? You ran into some people?"
Eddie's teeth bit into his nail too hard, it stung, and Steve's fingers were curling around his.
People.
It wasn't just people.
It was Jason's friends. Guys who, no matter what anyone said, were convinced that Eddie was Satan's spawn and deserved no rest. They'd followed him three blocks over, and even though Eddie eventually lost them, he just didn't feel safe.
Nor did he feel good.
Sometimes, sometimes the things they said, the words they used, as much as Eddie didn't believe them, they still burrowed deep into his own insecurities. Sometimes they whispered into his ear, into his soul and pulled the ugly thorns he tried to hide.
"Baby, talk to me," Steve says, fingers tugging at Eddie's grip on his knees, on his chin, trying to turn Eddie towards him.
"Steve. I…
Steve looks at him, face open, concerned, there are lines where he smiles, crows feet where his eyes crinkle. It's been years.
His Steve, his anchor, his sweetheart. Steve is his everything, his saviour, his salvation. The only god he kneels before and worships, though Steve only asks for love.
"I need you," is what comes out of Eddie's mouth instead of any of that. His hands shake.
But Steve, after all these years together, he knows. Knows what the frightened look in Eddie's eyes means, what the tremble in his hands means, what he needs.
"Are you sure baby? You're really shaken up,"
Eddie swallows. "I need you Steve, need this, please, need. I'm floating."
Steve slides his fingers along the line of Eddie's jaw, curling one nail along the shell of his ear, making Eddie's eyes flutter at the sensation.
"You need to feel safe baby?" Steve whispers, voice dropping two octaves, it's soft, but Eddie shivers at the tone.
"Yes Sir," Eddie says.
"Alright baby boy," Steve says. Then hands slide over his body and Eddie is yanked into Steve's arms, face tucked into the crook of his neck. Eddie doesn't protest when he's carried off the sofa like a child, cradled in Steve's strong arms.
Lets himself be carted off to the bedroom.
Steve sits him down on the edge of the bed and without a word begins to pull off Eddie's clothes. Piece by piece Steve removes them with such gentleness Eddie shakes from the treatment itself, Steve's always treated him with more care than he affords himself.
Like he's precious, a concept Eddie still doesn't truly understand. Socks slide off, pants tugged from his legs, hoodie pulled off his torso with his t-shirt. Fingers delicately pulling Eddie's underwear off, leaving him bare before his lover.
"Middle of the bed," Steve says.
Eddie scoots backwards, curling into the middle of their bed. He doesn't cover himself, but he doesn't spread out either, feeling vulnerable, feeling exposed. But Steve doesn't leave him alone for long. He slides his outer layers off quickly, drags their comforter over with him, soft and fluffy.
Steve lays his body along Eddie's pressing down into him like a weight with the blanket over them, sealing Eddie down into new warmth. Steve's chest presses into his and the air is pushed out of his lungs with it, making him release the tension he'd been holding in his ribs.
It deflates him like a balloon, tight coils of muscle relaxing into the solid pressure of his lover covering him and the warmth of the blanket. Eddie rasps, fingers coming up to hold against Steve's curshing pressure, but to no avail, Steve stays where he is, pressing but not too hard.
Steve's arms cage him in, thick and strong and firm against his hold. Eddie presses up, trying to test the boundaries only to find he's met with the steely hold of Steve's body. "Shhh, relax baby, I've got you," Steve whispers into his cheek and Eddie chokes as his chest contracts against his cage.
He gasps, legs curling, pinned by Steve's thighs, he tries to get a word out only for a wail to leave his throat. Steve's gentle shushing into his ear a steady rythym that gets him closer to that spot in his brain that feels like floating.
Steve's arms travel, squeezing, massaging.
Eddie shakes, can feel the warmth all over his body, seeping into the dull ache that's been throbbing in his scars to the middle of his chest where his heart has been racketing along with his lungs. He shakes as Steve's arms find purchase below his legs, in the seam of his ass to his thighs.
"Breathe baby boy, I've got you," Steve says as he noses along Eddie's face, fingers digging into meaty thighs, pulling Eddie's legs around his hips, spreading Eddie below the sheets.
Eddie tries to listen, breathing with Steve's forced pressure, chests aligning with their inhalations.
Fingers squeeze his muscles, pulling sounds from Eddie, making his head float closer and closer to that spot that Steve loves getting him too where he can let go, where he can seperate. Where Eddie detaches and gives into feeling.
"Steve," he breathes "Steve, Steve, Steve,"
"That's it baby, let me in," Steve coos as he slides his hot cock against the slit of Eddie's body, a warm wet place that Eddie sometimes loves and sometimes hates. Steve's head presses against Eddie's cock, rubs at the frigid meat. It's pressure everywhere and Eddie feels like he might explode.
"Can I split you open baby boy?" Steve whispers, fingers sliding into Eddie's curls, tugging at his roots, holding him in one spot as the spongy head of his cock sits in the wet slide of Eddie's cunt.
Eddie can only gurgle as Steve's other hand slides over his neck, arms strong, arms caging.
Steve's huge fingers press into the sides of Eddie's neck just as his cock presses into Eddie's body and something breaks in the back of Eddie's mind.
Steve is in him, Steve's fingers hold his breathe in their grip. He can feel it with every breath he takes.
"That's it baby boy, let go."
So Eddie does, lets him slide right out of his body as the pressure in his body grows and the tightness around his neck feels like a collar in the best way.
Then Steve releases his neck.
The blood rush, the oxygen rush, the release shoves Eddie right into the abyss.
He doesn't have time to catch his breath as Steve fucks into him, whispering how good he feels, how hot and warm and like caramel his insides are before fingers are sliding around his neck again and Eddie is back into that tight spot, each thrust, each breath.
Release.
"That's it baby."
Eddie wants to cry, Eddie wants to moan, Eddie does both and his arms claw at Steve's shoulders until those fingers close around his neck again and Eddie's world closes to a pinprick and he can only concertrate on the feeling of his soul being fucking within an inch of his life.
Here, he hangs on by a thread, steadied by the intense pressure of the one man he trusts with his life.
Steve.
Steve who kisses him, steals the breath from his lips and seals his fingers over his throat again and again and again until Eddie's brain goes blank.
"You're safe baby boy, let go," Steve whispers and seals his fingers over Eddie's eyes, and presses in and down again.
Eddie is safe.
Eddie floats.
Eddie is one feeling.
Eddie cries. He comes back to the feeling of Steve's hot cock inside him, burning, and his eyes hot with tears.
"Steeeeve," he croaks, curling his arms around Steve, clawing at him jerkily as his brain tries to catch up. He's there, he's floating, he's feeling, he's Steve's.
"Oh baby, look at you, you're so sweet like this, my good boy, let me fuck you," Steve says kissing Eddie's brow.
Steve's hips stutter into a quick rhythm, and Eddie lets him. His eyes flutter, his lashes wet, his head gone, floating in the space between them.
Steve comes inside him, fingers slicking Eddie's own cock, with a low groan and one final press of fingers to his neck.
Eddie's eyes go white with his orgasm, Steve's cock inside him, fingers hard on his cock. The pressure is a whole different kind of feeling and it takes him a good second to come back down from it. Steve's there when he does, cuddling him close.
He's singing to him softly, humming his favourite song, one he's memorised even though he hadn't liked it at first.
Eddie follows the tune, follows the beat right back to Steve's breathing.
CW: NSFW blowjob
Word count: 1032
Pairing: Steddie
Eddie doesn't put his hair up in a ponytail when he sucks Steve's cock.
No, as he pushes Steve down onto the bed, pants open and cock out, he slides his hands into his hair, parting it in two. He pulls one up, eyes on Steve who's not flagged and tugs it into a bun.
Steve's dick twitches, the purple head wet with precum from anticipation. Eddie then slides his fingers into curls on the other side, tugging it into another bun.
Steve swallows, visibly, eyes flitting over Eddie face up to his hair and down to his mouth.
"Ready big boy?"
"Oh, only been ready for 20 minutes Eddie," he says, his snippy remark is muted by the way his cock taps against the hem of his t-shirt, Eddie's T-shirt that he'd borrowed to see Corroded Coffin at the hideout tonight so he wouldn't stick out.
It's whats made Eddie hungry tonight.
"So impatient," Eddie says, fingers curling in that top, tugging Steve forward a little, nipping at pink lips he's already made plump with kissing not minutes ago.
"Please Eddie, you said you'd blow me away, but there's not any blowing at all yet," Steve says, nosing at him.
It's knees to the floor and face to that beautiful cock because Eddie knows he did promise Steve he'd blow him away for looking so fucking delicious in a shredded Judas Priest top.
His tongue, sinful as Steve's has called it before, flicks out like a snake, tickling the head.
Steve's eyes are fixed, entranced by the two buns holding Eddie's hair out of the way so he can see that long gooseneck as Eddie leans forward to kiss his cock.
He's been half chub since Eddie got on that stage, fingers gliding over that guitar, electric-like they call it.
"Oh what a big boy you are," Eddie whispers into the musk of Steve's pubes, leaning his cheek against hard cock, sliding his hand up under Steve's top to cup his pec.
Steve can't help the way his breath quickens, or how his cock shakes in Eddie's hand from the shake in his legs.
"Here we go," Eddie says, grin tempting Steve to slap off, teasing and fucking mischievous and Steve loves it because pink lips he's been dreaming of slide down his cock, engulfing it in warm warm warm wet bliss.
"Oh," oh it's nothing like the girls he's had before.
Nor even like the one drunk time Tommy had tried to suck him off. No this was different and Steve wasn't even sure why. It was probably the fact that Eddie had a tongue made for sin.
But it was also probably the fact that he had a bit ass crush on the man with buns on his head.
Eyes tracing the stretched lips suctioned to his dick, a wet dribble leaking out from the side. Eddie goes a little cross eyed when his nose finds Steves pubes and Steve finds his chest filling with air faster than he's used to.
A gurgle, he can feel it on the tip of his cock.
It's a ripple travelling down his cock as Eddie presses deep, keeps his head there. His eyes flit up to Steve then, cock buried in his throat, drool frothing at his lips and Eddie still looks like a predator who's caught their hunt.
Steve most definitely feels like prey.
Fingers flick at Steve's nipples, a place he'd thought not sensitive until Eddie had shown him exactly what he was missing out on. Now after a week of Eddie toying at them, playing with them, making them red and raw, they're sensitive to even the pad of Eddie's fingers.
It makes him jolt, the press of Eddie's thumb and the sudden suction around his dick, and his hips stutter up fucking into the slick depth of Eddie's throat. It's like being enveloped in the thick velvet of his mother's fleece blankets in winter only it's hot and wet.
"Eddie," is all Steve can say between heaving breaths as his head floats, his blood flowing to that trapped cock. He shakes, like a leaf trembling in the wind, shuddering as Eddie fucks his throat incrementally on his dick. Squelching it in and out of that heat.
His hands grip those buns, which should look ridiculous, but don't because Steve has found he loves every single one of Eddie's looks.
Loves Eddie.
And those eyes looking up at him make his throat tight.
Steve whines, high and loud, as his legs shake uncontrollably. "Oh my god Eddie, oh god, fuck,"
Eddies lips dislodge from the tight grip around his dick and slide off sticky cum decorating his face as he does.
"Oh big cum for a big boy," Eddie says hoarsely.
Steve stares at him, at the white on his red lips and that sly grin on his face. Buns messy on his head and his shirt askew a little from where Steve had mindlessly tugged it.
He looked fucking delicious and Steve's cock gave a valiant spurt.
"Haven't cum that fast since I first learnt I could hold off cumming," Steve mumbles. He grips Eddie's collar and yanks him up as he tips backwards, sated but still hungry.
"No shame in a quick shoot," Eddie says with a grin, draping himself over Steve.
Steve kicks the rest of his pants off, squirming between Eddie's legs before booking bare legs around a solid middle.
"Oh no, I've never been ashamed of a fast orgasm, because you know what? I can cum more than once," Steve says with a grin as he slides his arms around Eddie.
"Oh?" Eddie intones, distracted by the biceps round his neck and the fact that Steve is now just in his shirt.
"Yeah, and I've found… It's a lot easier to fuck me after I've come once,"
Eddie isn't proud of the squeak he makes just then.
"What?"
"Mhmmm, I'm soft now Eddie, relaxed, and clean, had a nice long shower before your show,"
"Oh my god Steve," Eddie can't help the way his hips find ass and grind, can't help but nose at Steve's face wanting, needing, overwhelmed.
"Fuck me Eddie,"
And he does.
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Just a simple thing I really felt like writing Eddie with two buns on his head cause I saw a real ool dude do some nice ass hair buns and looked just like Eddie.
Eddie thinks that Steve will be scared off by his dick cause Steve's never touched dick before and Steve is like:
1. Let me decide what I do and don't like.
2. I think your cabbage farts right into my face are what you should be worried will scare me off.
Eddie tries to argue, like what if you hate it? What if it's gross to you? So Steve just leers at Eddie over their morning cereal because Eddie has great timing for conversations like this and says "You think... that I'm scared of dick? Eddie you and I know who spends more time in the boys locker room and it isn't you. Do you really think that this 'King Jock' is afraid of a little dick?"
Eddie knows he doesn't mean it that way but the mean way Steve's eyes side-eye him and his tone both go straight to his belly and he can't help the way he squirms.
"I...I... y-yeah I mean... You've n-ever touched one before," Eddie stammers out, still not backing down. Not when it gets this bitchy side of Steve to come out. Eddie doesn't know whats wrong with him but he loves Bitchy Steve, sure he loves apple pie sweet Steve but there's a nasty little part of himself that likes it when Steve's lips curl into a sneer.
Like it's doing right now.
"Come," Steve says. The order is quiet and calm, Eddie is helpless to follow as Steve gets up, leaving the dinner and turning into the back alley.
Eddie isn't expecting to be slammed into the wall, shoved up by Steve's body, a large hand clamping over his clothed dick. Steve's got a nose against his cheek, one hand in his hair and the other like a vice around not just Eddie's cock which has been slowly filling since Steve had first leered at him, but his balls too.
It was a grip with promises.
Steve kisses Eddie's cheek, gentle, in stark contrast with the steel grip he has. "Tell me again baby, how scary your little cock is?" Steve purrs.
and Eddie thinks he may have chewed off more than he can bite.
Eddie looked by all means relaxed next to Steve, his face the picture of non-chalance. Yet his tongue lashed, sharp and harsh, their only weapon against the fierce dragon that was Harrington Senior. Eddie didn't deign to remember his name for how much of an utter fucking ass he was.
They were at Steve's family home, attending one of those snooty little dinner parties his parents only invited them to see if Steve had come to his senses about Eddie.
Neither of them wanted to be there, but Eddie had told Steve that they should show face, if only for a bit to be a physical reminder to the Harringtons that they were a solid unit.
Inseperable from the other.
At least that's what Eddie had set out to do. But holy Satan's ass crack, Harrington Senior had been pushing buttons all evening. Snide remarks about Eddie's upbringing trailer trash to the state of his hair, piercings, clothes and tattoos.
All things Eddie had heard before and most of them going straight over his head. It didn't bother him. Definitely bothered Steve, he bristled very easily when Eddie was involved.
Just like how it was only when Harrington Senior's attention turned to his own son that Eddie began to uncurl his tongue.
"Steven really, a paramedic is hardly a job for life,"
"Look at how limp your hair is, it's as if the boy doesn't own a can of hairspray,"
"It's polite to thank people when they help you Steven, but I got not a peep,"
"Really truly Arnold, good breeding is everything, it's always sad to see it go to waste,"
The slanted eye and twirl of his moustache was the last straw for Eddie. While Steve might be used to the snide remarks, Eddie had never been one to hold his tongue back. Wayne had never stopped him and never wanted to.
"Steve got great savings, always been good with putting away Stevie has, not sure where he learned it from,"
"Oh really Mr Harrington, this do is all the rage nowadays. Though I can hardly expect a man of your age to keep up with the trends,"
"Thank you's come when there is something to give thanks to. Maybe your note got lost in the mail,"
"Not sure that good breeding breeds in a receding hairline, I think Steve's breeding's perfectly coiffed, he must get it from his mother,"
He's pretty sure that the last one about Harrington Sr's receding hairline was probably what made Steve's grip turn steely around his elbow.
The next thing Eddie knew a glass of wine was tossed right down his front. He stared in shock at his partner next to him. Steve's face was unreadable until he burst into a flurry of motion
"Oh goodness Eddie! I am such a klutz,"
Steve's voice was overly sweet, a little too high and way overdone. He dabbed a napkin against Eddie's now stained shirt, there wasn't too much wine but Eddie could feel it seep through.
"Steven!" his father huffs.
"Oh we just need to go upstairs and change, sorry we'll be back!"
In a blink Eddie was dragged upstairs, away from the party, Steve focused on the steps ahead.
Only Steve doesn't turn right like Eddie expects, he swings left towards his parent's bedroom.
"Steve?" Eddie asks softly, a little unsure about whats going on. Yet Steve remains silent, yanking him right through the bedroom door and into the bathroom.
He spins Eddie, pinning his hips to the counter of his mother's sink.
Sharp hazel eyes pierce Eddie's own gaze and he feels heat creep up along his skin. The wine is becoming sticky against his skin. Steve's eyes don't move from his as he pops the buttons on Eddie's shirt, shoving it off his shoulders, revealing his tatted skin below.
"Steve?" Eddie tries again, barely a whisper.
Steve turns him again, this time to face the mirror, shirt gripping his arms together behind him. One hand comes up to hold Eddie's chin straight, and their eyes meet again through the mirror as Steve leans in close.
Hot breath tickles Eddie's ear.
"Do you know, how fucking hot that was?" Steve says. Eddie's breath catches as Steve drags his nose along his lobe. Hips press a deliciously hard bulge against Eddie's ass.
"What?" Eddie squeaks.
"That sharp fucking tongue of yours Eddie. It's like watching a fencing match only this time I'm invested because the player is the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen," Steve says, husk leaking into his voice.
He ruts up against Eddie, thrusting him into the sink. Eddie can see the crawl of red along his own skin.
He hears the clink of his belt unbuckling and his pants are being shoved down with his underwear. Eddie's heavy cock slaps out onto the counter and Steve yanks his shirt off so Eddie can grip the counter for balance.
"Fucking nailed that tail on the donkey, he fucking hates when people mention his hairline,"
Steve shoves his own pants down enough to pull his cock out. Reaching over he pulls open a drawer and grabs a small bottle of lube.
"Fuck Steve that's nasty,"
"They haven't fucked in years, I don't know who this is for, probably the secretary he fucks," Steve says with a scoff.
"In his own home?"
"Are you surprised? Hush," Steve growls, "You made me so hard. I had to make a fucking distraction Eds,"
Steve slicks two fingers up and without any preamble, shoves them right into Eddie. A hand slaps over Eddie's mouth before he can scream. Because they'd fucked earlier that day but it was still a stretch.
Hot pain shoots up his spine, but it's delicious all the same to feel Steve's fingers dig deep inside him. They twist, spreading the lube soothing after the initial thrust.
Eddie whimpers, because goddamn if he doesn't love a little pain and Steve knows it.
"Wanted to fuck you right there and then, you were so. Fucking. Hot,"
Each word is punctuated by a thrust of fingers that has Eddie drooling against Steve's fingers. Muffled moans fill the lush bathroom, Steve's hips pressing against his, fingers squishing into Eddie's now loosening hole. Steve shushed him, soothing a hand over his flushed skin.
"Fuck me," Eddie rasps, fucking back.
"Fuck me, Steve,"
Steve's hand grasps his ponytail, locks tied up for the evening, unlike his tongue. Eddie feels the head press against his now wet hole. Feels the way it spears him, tight muscle stretching to let Steve in.
"Yeeeeeees," Eddie hisses, head pulling against Steve's grip. He feels the way Steve's long fucking cock pushes all the way into his ass. So full, such a delicious stretch. Loves the way he can almost feel it in his throat.
One of his hands comes back to grip Steve's shirt.
"Fuck me baby, c'mon own me Stevie,"
So Steve does. His hips pull out and slam back in, knocking the wind out of Eddie. He has to grip the sink with both hands. His dick bobs in mid-air as Steve pistons in and out of him. Intense eyes locked on Eddie through the mirror.
Eddie loves it when Steve gets like this.
Rough, hard and possessive. The hand in his hair sends as much pleasure to his cock as the dick in his ass does. Both making his body sing as he jolts with every thrust.
"Fucking beautiful. So fucking beautiful my sharp tongued 𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰," Steve growls in his ear.
Eddie keens, hand pressing against the mirror as he watches Steve fuck him hungrily.
They're in his parent's bathroom, Steve's mother's pretty products lining the countertype and his father's fucking monogrammed towel staring at him from the reflection.
It feels so fucking good.
"Fuck. Fuck I'm close, fuck Steve,"
Steve grunts, thrusts getting shorter and sharper, slanting to graze his prostate.
"That's it Princess, cum for me, want to mark this stupid fucking toilet, want them to know that their stupid, dumb disappointment, made his princess cum all over their fucking window. Just like the low breed fucking couple we are,"
Steve holds his head close, nipping at his shoulder, thrusts so fast Eddie can barely breathe.
uh uh uh uh Steeeve
It only takes Steve's hand wrapping around his cock for him to splatter all along the mirror.
Eddie slaps both hands against the mirror as Steve yanks his hips back, fucking up into him furiously chasing his own orgasm.
"Cum in me, fuck, cum in me please Steve, fuck," Eddie pleads, ass so sensitive but god does he want Steve to cum in him badly.
Steve's grunts, grips his hips so hard and fills him. Steve shakes, trembles as he makes slow small thrusts, cumming into Eddie. He pulls Eddie up against him, holding him close as he stays inside.
"My pretty pretty sharp tongue Princess," Steve whispers.
Eddie grins.
"All for you baby. And you're not stupid or dumb or a disappointment. We'll go see Wayne to sort you out tomorrow"
Eddie kisses Steve, licking salt from his skin.
"C'mon we've got to clean up before they do find us,"
"No,"
"What?" Eddie blinks at Steve.
"We're leaving that there. I don't fucking care, he doesn't get to talk to either of us like that," Steve says, steel in his voice. He reaches forward and traces into Eddie's cum on the mirror.
NSFW A/B/O alphaxalpha I'm still figuring out omegaverse stuff. If I should be tagging other stuff
Eddie is all teeth and bark, he's a sharp bottle to Steve's neck and the strong scent of a smoky cigar room. Leather and cinnamon rolled into a tight ball of energy.
When both alphas tumble into bed it's no surprise to Steve that Eddie ends up on top.
But not in the way he'd imagined. Because Eddie reaches behind him, fingers slick with lube, and digs into his hole with impatience. He stares with glee at the controlled undercurrent of Steve's rumbling alpha.
When he finally slides right down on Steve's cock to the knot, he grins, neck red and body panting.
Pinning Steve's flexing arms to the bed by his head, Eddie has no qualms about holding him down to find his pleasure. Swiveling his hips and snapping back when Steve snaps teeth at him in frustration.
He pulls the most gut-wrenching orgasm out of Steve and grits his teeth through the knot that fills his unprepared hole.
But Eddie takes it, and every ounce of hot cum Steve has, before cumming all across their bodies. Painting them white.
Here we go again. I was here before the reckoning and I now return once again, god it's been a long time.
NSFW warning first up: a lot of my writing is defo not safe for work, so be warned! Please don't follow/interact if you're below 18 thank ya lovelies.
I write, occasionally draw, and have lots of thoughts that claw to get out. Mainly focused on Steddie at the moment, but I like a lot of ships, so you'll find Ronance, Jargyle, Stonathan, even Wenny (Wayne/Benny) on here aight.
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Mostly stranger things focused at the moment but I've been in a few fandoms including Teen Wolf and MCU/Marvel.
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HammySteve is my brainchild from twitter, where Steve Harrington is a werehamster. I open commissions to draw HammySteve occasionally.
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