Written for @steddiesmuttyseptember.
Pledge
Week #4 Prompt: Loud and Breeding Kink | Word Count: 1841 | Rating: E | POV: Steve | CW: Recreational Weed Use | Tags: AU, Established Relationship, Frat Steve, Shotgunning, Anal Sex, Light Breeding Kink, Role Playing
They rock together in a soft, slow grind.
There's no rush. No hurry. Nothing but each other. Nobody's chasing anything, as they share breath, lips brushing. It's intense. But, it always is. Tonight, Eddie's eyes are so close to his, looking right into him. Knowing him more than anyone else ever has before.
Steve feels stripped naked, even as he's, well, stripped naked.
Closer. He needs to be closer, so Steve tightens his legs around Eddie's hips, scooting upwards, until his dick is rubbing against Eddie's stomach. It feels good, everything feels so fucking good right now that he closes his eyes, and tilts his head back.
Eddie chases after him, lips brushing against his throat as he brings his hips up and down, sliding deeper into Steve in a slow, enticing slide.
Steve lets out a moan that sounds loud, even to his own ears. Shit.
He's supposed to be quiet. He promised he would be. Could be.
But that was before Eddie's body was all over his own. Before Eddie had slid right inside him, like that's where he was always meant to be.
The frat party is still raging below, but the odds of anyone hearing them over the music and other chaos is slim.
But there's no reason to risk it.
The lock on the door is iffy at best, and Steve scooted his dresser in front of the closed door, but if it fails, that won't buy them a whole lot of time.
Even knowing all that, Steve still can't help it, can't contain himself, as he lets out a groan that he can feel deep in his chest.
"Sssh," Eddie says, and Steve's trying. He's been trying. He really has. All night. But it's been so long since they've been able to do this. Too many people around, too many obligations that Steve can't ever manage to sneak away from.
It's always torture to see Eddie across a room, but being unable to just have him all to himself.
Tonight though, tonight is Steve's.
And when Eddie nails his prostate dead-on with precision, Steve keens.
"Harrington," Eddie warns.
Steve covers his own mouth with both hands, clamping down, squeezing his fingers into his cheeks, but he still arches his back higher. Wanting more. And as he gains more clearance between his ass and the sheets, Eddie grins at the opportunity he's been given. He reaches underneath Steve, and slaps him on the ass, making Steve giggle from beneath his sweaty palms.
"I can keep you quiet," Eddie assures, and leans forward, picking up the lighter and the half-smoked joint from the ashtray. He lights it, takes another hit, holding the smoke in as he reaches down, prying Steve's hands off his face. Then he closes his mouth over Steve's, letting the smoke waft from his mouth into Steve's.
Finally Eddie pulls back, intently watching as Steve holds it in for as long as he can, before exhaling it out through his nose.
"Goddamn," Eddie says, putting the ashtray back down so he can grip Steve's hips. "You know what that does to me."
Of course Steve knows what works on Eddie, and he grins, pleased with himself.
Eddie leans forward, asking in a hushed whisper, "You're just asking for it tonight, aren't you?"
And he is.
He is, he is, he is.
And this change in angle is goddamn perfect, forcing out a long, desperate whine.
"Steven Harrington," Eddie admonishes, "what am I gonna do with you?"
"Fuck me. Come in me," Steve answers, as if that were the question Eddie was posing.
Eddie laughs, "Like I already said, you are just asking for it tonight, aren't you?"
"Yes. I am. Because I need it."
"Where do you need it?" Eddie asks, and Steve knows he's playing with him, because he knows him better than anyone else on earth.
"In me, in me," Steve whines, fisting the sheets under him, begging for it. Begging for anything Eddie wants to give him.
And he hopes Eddie will give him everything he can.
"What do you want in you?" Eddie asks, lips brushing against his ear, his voice low.
"You," Steve says, "your cock, your come."
"You want me to breed you?"
Steve's dick jumps, more precum helping to slick the way as the head of his cock rubs against the coarse hair on his belly. On Eddie's. Trapped between both of them.
"Oh, you like that idea," Eddie says, and fuck yes he does.
Eddie keeps talking, "I'll keep doing it until it takes. Until we can show everybody you're mine."
Steve nods, "I'm yours. I want to be yours."
But then Eddie leans back, sliding out of him, and that's the exact opposite of what Steve wanted.
He doesn't have time to complain about it, as Eddie manhandles him over onto his knees, and Steve feels his head jerk back a little as Eddie uses a hand to smooth back Steve's sweaty, damp hair off of his forehead, before he's cinching a baseball cap down onto Steve's head, backwards. The plastic snap adjuster strip is digging into Steve's forehead as Eddie pulls it down, tight.
Steve wants to collapse, wants to grind down into the sheets that he knows he's dripping all over. But there's no time for that. Eddie doesn't allow it before he's back inside Steve. Fucking him hard now. For real. Chasing his orgasm so he can come right in Steve.
Giving Steve what he wants.
Now, Steve's just along for the ride, and he's a-okay with that. Most definitely. He feels like he's been balancing on the knife's edge forever, and he thinks he could probably come untouched, just like this, Eddie fucking him so goddamn good.
He's always down to get fucked, and hard, by Eddie. Because he's learned there's nothing better. Nothing more satisfying, or grounding.
It's so easy to get lost in the feeling of it, so easy to nearly float away with the pleasure, but Steve hears Eddie's tell-tale groan, hips snapping one more time as he comes inside Steve, saying, "There. Take what you wanted from me."
And maybe he should be embarrassed, but that's when Steve comes all over the bed below.
There's no time to even breathe around that though, because Eddie immediately pulls out, and then replaces his cock with his fingers. Shoving them deep into Steve, "Yeah. I'll keep it all in you. Don't worry."
Steve nods, he never worries when he's with Eddie. Especially not right now, while Eddie's acting as a makeshift plug as best he can, keeping his come inside Steve.
And they stay that way for a while, Steve on his knees, Eddie leaning over his back, fingers buried deep, until Steve starts to feel it. His heartbeat is throbbing in his ass, clinched around Eddie's fingers, and he finally says, "Okay. I'm calling it."
Eddie's fingers slide free, and Steve feels open, and kind of hollow, but he knows all good things must come to an end. At least temporarily.
He feels the bed shake as Eddie climbs off of it, feet padding towards the door.
"Did you really have to move the dresser?" Eddie asks, trying to pick it up to get it away from the door, but his hands keep slipping, and he's making no progress.
"Just scoot it," Steve suggests.
"And scratch the hardwood floor? No fucking thanks," Eddie complains, still trying to pick it up, unsuccessfully with his slick hands.
"You're the one that wanted to play frat boy and the big, bad drug dealer tonight. So, I just added to the reality," Steve answers.
Eddie is the one that wanted to go back in time, back to how they met. Back to how they fell in love, before they grew up.
Now, Eddie is waving his hands towards the floor, dramatically.
"Emptying all the dresser drawers seems a little unnecessary," Eddie adds.
"Do you not recall what a frat house bedroom actually looked like?" Steve questions, eyebrow quirked as he watches Eddie try to figure out what his next move is.
"Well, the dresser and the clothes are definitely adding to the reality of me not being able to exit our bedroom to get to the bathroom," Eddie snarks back, trying to grip the back and side of the wooden dresser with both hands. "And now it's got come and lube fingerprints all over it."
"That's what Pledge is for," Steve banters, tucking his hands behind his head, backwards cap still on his head, so he can watch the rest of this show. It's his favorite one. Has been for years now. Eddie working himself into a lather, getting revved up, for no real reason.
All that big personality shining through.
"Pledge or pledges?" Eddie asks, and Steve laughs. There aren't any pledges in their house, they are both long past college age, even if they don't always feel that way. But there is some furniture polish under the sink. At least, he assumes there is, it's not like he's used it recently.
"Pledge. With a capital P."
Then, to Steve's horror, Eddie bends down and grabs a shirt, Steve's shirt, from the floor and wipes his hands.
"Hey! That was still clean!" Steve hollers, but knows he had that coming. Big time.
"Well, it was on the floor," Eddie banters back, arms waving, before finally getting the dresser picked up, and away from the door.
Steve watches him go, bare ass illuminated by the nightlight in the hallway of their house. Their perfect house that they've made into their home.
It doesn't take long before Eddie's back, warm washcloth in hand, and Steve is stunned when it hits him square in the chest with a wet splat.
"Uh, rude!" Steve snaps, picking it up, pinched between two fingers.
"Oh, was the frat house fantasy already over?" Eddie goads, and then places a knee on the bed, leaning over Steve, pressing his lips to Steve's, and taking the washcloth from his hand. "Let me take care of you then, princess."
"Well, I'd say. That's more like it," Steve says in his best haughty voice, but rolls over onto his belly, avoiding the wet spot they'll still have to deal with before bed.
Then Steve giggles.
"You're stoned, aren't you?" Eddie asks, but doesn't wait for an answer, "Goddamn, Harrington, you're such a lightweight these days."
"I have to work on Monday," Steve answers. "I have to teach children, Eddie." Because he does. He can't be stoned for that, legal weed or not.
Eddie presses his cheek to Steve's back, "You'll be fine by Monday, sweetheart. Nobody will ever know what Mr. Harrington does in his free time."
"You think?" Steve asks.
"I do," Eddie answers, gently removing Steve's hat, and Steve buries his face into his pillow, smiling as Eddie brushes Steve's damp hair off the back of his neck, saying "But until then, I'll take care of you."
And Eddie, his husband, his love, his damn whole world, does just that.
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