Probably not actually that scandalous, but Steve loves to leave hickies on Eddie's inner thighs 😋
yes, yes, yes and vice versa! love this one <33 thx for submitting anon :)
okay so steve wants everyone to know that eddie belongs to him. its simply not enough for eddie to keep reminding him that he's literally the town 'freak' and no one's going to be flirting it up with him anyways. steve doesn't care. he leaves hickeys all over eddie's body wherever he can and at this point, eddie just lets him. bc steve's never had someone love him as much as eddie loves him and he's just so proud of the fact that he's lucky enough to call eddie his boyfriend.
when steve gives eddie head, he spends a solid half-hour just teasing him and edging him villainously slow. he runs his hands along eddie's inner thighs, grazing with a featherlight touch as he traces shapes and swirls his name with his fingertips. it makes them both whimper and moan profusely as goosebumps begin to rise over eddie's skin, nipples hardening in response. the image alone makes steve drool down his own chin like a dog in heat. panting breathlessly at the mere sight of a very horny and desperate eddie.
and ofc eddie doesn't typically beg. usually that's steve's job. but when they switch things up like this (which they do occasionally), eddie's definitely more than happy to be the one pleading for mercy. desperate to have steve's lavishing wet tongue wrapped around his length. moaning and crying out at the oversensitivity he feels from every little touch steve places on his body.
"please, please, please," eddie whines and kicks his feet out as the tension builds, "i've been good. i've been so good. just give me your mouth, stevie. need your mouth."
"not yet, baby," steve whispers as he presses the softest line of kisses down eddie's dark happy trail. licking and dragging his teeth intermittently, "need to be patient. can't spoil you yet, prove to me that you can behave."
so eddie does his best to obey. bc lord help him, if there's one thing he's determined to do--it's get steve to suck him off. he grimaces, scrunches his nose in frustration, but ultimately fails to hold back for long. accidentally bucking his hip forwards and bumping steve in the nose bc the sensation is overwhelming.
which steve obviously notices and tuts at.
"now that's just not gonna do," he says lowly and smacks the inside of eddie's thighs with an open palm, "you know better."
the fresh sting of pain feels insanely good. eddie groans and watches the pale flesh of his legs become a vibrant red under steve's hands. it's beautiful and he never gets tired of the filthy marks steve leaves behind. only wishes they could all be permanent.
"you're on my time, munson. that means i decide when and how you come. understood?"
"mmm," eddie's hardly keeping it together. he trembles and throws his head back in an attempt to combat the rising pleasure. steve's words sending a rush of blood to his swollen cock, "yes, yes i understand."
"you sure? or do i need to remind you who you belong to, baby?" steve smirks shark-like and vicious, bc they both know exactly where this is going.
"don't remember anymore. gotten too dumb with your hands all over me, 's too distracting," eddie plays into their little game, even bats his eyelashes to drive the point home, "need you to make sure i don't forget again."
and steve does just that. he sinks his sharp teeth into eddie's inner thighs; sucks bruises and lovebites alike into the tender skin. forgets about sucking eddie off for the time being, bc this is his favorite part. he loves being down here on his knees. loves getting carried away and marking eddie up in places only the two of them get to admire.
bc as much as he loves claiming eddie in all those perfect, visible spaces (his chest, his neck, his arms, his shoulders, etc.), there's something extra hot to him about eddie walking around with pretty magenta bruises lining his thighs, hidden beneath his clothes.
steve loves imagining eddie trying to sit down at work the next day or meeting a friend for coffee and not being able to quite cover up the wince of pain that comes from applying pressure to a fresh hickey. having to make an offhand excuse about being sore from a workout which--as anyone close to him knows--eddie doesn't typically do.
"fuck stevie, you're eating me alive down there. that hurts, baby," eddie threads a hand into steve's hair and grips him by the root.
"aw but honey, it hurts good, doesn't it?" steve says with mock sympathy, pretending to pout, "you want more, don't you? want everyone to know what a good slut you are for me?"
they both already know the answer, steve just wants to hear his boyfriend say it out loud in that whiny, fucked out tone of his.
"hurts so good, so fuckin good," eddie cries out and gasps, "please don't stop, could come just like this. don't even need you to blow me."
"hmm, i like the sound of that. let's see if you really are a man of your word, shall we?"
and man of his word that eddie is, he comes harder than he has in weeks within a matter of minutes. completely untouched and covered in an obscene amount of hickeys.
"you're lucky it's winter. otherwise i'd have literally no explanation for this," eddie laughs when they cuddle afterwards; with steve half-asleep on his chest, "and you can bet i'm getting you back next time."
