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Steve was feeling pretty fucking frantic.
He didn't like to be a stereotype but he couldn't help it. How long had it been since he'd gone on a first date? 7 years?
Not that this was a date. It wasn't.
"It's not really a date." He lamented to Robin, who was desperately trying to find him something to wear. He sat on his bed, shirtless and moping. It was useless, he always looked stupid. He just wanted to impress Eddie.
"Look...it doesn't matter. You showed me Eddie. He looks like a real weird dude, I'm sure he'll love your little hipster aesthetic."
Steve grimaced as she held up a long sleeve sweater, striped in pastel colors. Blue and yellow, stacked on top of each other.
"You think that'll make me come off as a church boy?" He squinted at it until his eyes started to hurt, "Christian boy" echoing in his head.
Robin rolled her eyes hard.
"And if it does? You said he has a thing for like, defiling innocence. He'll probably eat this shit right up. You can even wear your cute blue oxfords! It'll be a whole vibe!"
Steve sighed and stood, taking the sweater from her and slipping it on. She had a point, he guessed. The sweater was big on him, reaching just past his knuckles and falling past his hips. It made him look smaller, despite his height.
His hair looked pretty good too. Robin had insisted on fluffing it up for him. He felt like he needed a haircut, especially with his line of work but Robin said it looked great on him and he was inclined to believe her.
She'd even roped him into wearing lipgloss. Which was just...pretty shocking, seeing himself look like this. Soft and...oddly sweet. He wasn't sure how he felt about it yet.
He slipped his shoes on, taking a look at himself in the mirror. Tight jeans, a big sweater. Yeah, he could do this. It was gonna be fine.
—
It wasn't fine and he was freaking out. He'd gotten to the coffee shop too early, which was pretty on par for Steve, personality wise.
And he was just so fucking nervous. His leg jumped up and down, hands wringing around his coffee cup. He could do this. He could.
Eddie wasn't that intimidating. He was nice to him. They'd been texting for days now and he wasn't as scary anymore. He wasn't intimidating. Steve was definitely lying to himself.
He closed his eyes tightly and counted to ten, tried to weed out all of his bad thoughts.
"You taking a nap, Princess?"
His eyes shot open, wide and gleaming as Eddie stood next to his table and-
Fuck. Fucking fuck. He was tall, legs longer than they should be. Than they had any right to be. Encased in black jeans with rips at the knees. He was wearing a fucking peacoat, also black, fighting off the slight end of September chill.
But his eyes. Eddie's eyes were dark and big, shining down at him. He looked too good to be true, like some kind of fantasy Steve wasn't allowed to have. He smiled wide at Steve and took the seat across from him, setting his drink down.
"No, I uh- I was just. I was counting." Oh my god. He needed to shut up. He needed to not talk. He couldn't help it, Eddie was so disarmingly attractive. His brain felt scrambled.
He slipped his coat off, revealing a dark crew neck and even more tattoos. Tattoos on his neck that Steve wanted to bite. Jesus.
He drummed long fingers on the table, his rings making a tapping noise as he stared Steve down.
"What were you counting for?" He sounded like he was genuinely asking and Steve's filter was just about dead and gone.
"My therapist told me that if I get nervous, I should just close my eyes and try to count as high as I can before it gets easier to breathe."
He kind of wanted to hide after that verbal vomit.
Eddie's smile only got wider.
"Am I making you nervous, Steve?" He looked pleased about it too, the absolute asshole. Steve clutched his hands into the ends of his sweater sleeves, like he could sink into himself. His heart was racing at a fever pace.
"Yes. I mean, no. That depends. Do you like making me nervous?" Verbal. Vomit. He wanted to bang his head on the table.
"I think I just like seeing you flustered. Did you know you blush all the way down your neck?" And now Steve was squirming. Eddie took a sip of his tea and tilted his head.
"Cute sweater by the way, not beating the innocent allegations."
Steve rolled his eyes a little. He was used to this sort of teasing, especially from his friends. It felt like more familiar ground.
"I'm not innocent," He sniped back, just because he could. Eddie looked delighted. "I'm....inexperienced. In certain things. But I'm not....innocent. I'm 25."
"Not sure age has much to do with it, babe. But I get it. You can put your claws away, don't worry. I can stop picking on you." He looked like he genuinely would, too. If Steve asked him to. Eddie had this ease about him, like he enjoyed being a dick but he wasn't actually a dick.
"Don't-" Steve stuttered out before he realized it. "You don't have to- you don't have to stop. I like it."
Eddie smiled at him, teeth all white and sharp. It felt a lot like being looked at by a wild animal.
"Do you now? You're just full of surprises, Steve." He raised his drink in the imitation of a toast.
"I'd rather be full of something else."
Eddie choked on his drink, covering his mouth as he laughed loudly. His eyes were twinkling. Like actually fucking twinkling. It'd made the embarrassing joke worth it, Steve thought.
He was smiling now, a cheeky sort of thing. Just because he couldn't help it and Eddie was so nice and so attractive and he kept looking at Steve like he actually liked what he saw.
"So...I guess we should lay everything on the table, yeah?" Steve's smile fell a little, his nerves started to pick up. "No need to look so scared, babe."
Eddie reached across the space between them and trapped one of Steve's errant hands with his own. His palm was warm on top of Steve's skin, contrasted by the cool glint of metal rings.
"I'll start this off. I'm not really looking for a relationship but I think that's pretty clear. I don't really sleep around a lot but I have a few submissives that I see on and off. That's why I had you bring your testing papers. If we're gonna do anything, I like to make sure we're both being as safe as possible."
Steve nodded quickly. He hadn't found it all that odd when Eddie insisted he go get tested and to bring those results with him when they met up. Steve wasn't an idiot, he knew it was a good idea. Especially if they ever did anything....risky.
His face reddened at the thought. He pulled the folded paper from his pocket and slid it across the table to Eddie.
"Whatcha thinking about that's got you so red, Stevie?"
He gulped, staring down at his coffee as Eddie pulled his hand away to unfold his test results. He already missed the warmth of it. The sheer size of it. He watched Eddie's eyes scan quickly over the text.
"Um- nothing."
Eddie snickered and slid his paper back, pulling his own from his jacket pocket and handing it to Steve to examine.
He unfolded it with shaky hands, reading the words with slightly blurred eyes. Clean.
"Really? Because it kind of seems like you're thinking about what we could do with those test results. Am I right?"
Steve squirmed a little, handing Eddie his paper back. He could barely look at his intense eyes.
"Just- can we-" He looked around the coffee shop, making sure no one was listening to intently. "Will you come inside me?"
He really needed to learn how to shut up.
Eddie bit his lip hard, Steve could tell by the pale indentions in his skin. He didn't laugh this time.
"Think you might wanna slow down there, cowboy." Steve frowned a little. "Didn't you tell me you've never been with a man? And now you're already thinking about taking it raw?"
Jesus, it's like Eddie was designed to turn him on. He didn't even know if it was intentional or not at this point.
"Well, yeah. But I'm- I'm adaptable and," Steve huffed in frustration at his own lack of communication abilities. He covered his face with sweater covered hands and exhaled. "Look. I'm 25 and I....I just got out of a long term relationship. Which I know isn't a good look. But I'm- I'm so tired of waiting and- and googling shit, just to try and see who I am and what I like. I dunno. I've spent years living for other people and I don't want to do that anymore. I want- I want to have fun. I want to do things because they're fun and not because other people want- I don't know what I'm saying, I just want to fuck around with you. Is that good enough?"
Eddie looked pleased, a soft smile settled on his lips.
"I think we should continue this discussion at your apartment, Steve."
—
Steve stumbled through his doorway, nerves lighting up his entire body. He'd cleaned last night, in a fit of insomnia, because he figured this might happen.
Only Eddie didn't press him to his own door once they got inside. He simply leaned in, kissed his forehead, kicking his shoes off by the door and wandering further into the apartment.
He sat down at Steve's couch and somehow didn't look an inch out of place in the environment.
"Why don't you come over here, baby?"
Steve listened, his own shoes slipping off easily. It was like Eddie had a rope attached to him, pulling him along easily with just his words.
He went to sit next to the other man but was stilled with one of his big hands.
Steve stared in confusion, hands wringing nervously at his sides.
"Nuh-uh. Why don't you come sit here?" Eddie patted at his thighs, spread out on his couch and fuck- Steve went dark red, his heart pumping blood entirely too fast. He nodded quick and went to straddle Eddie, his knees sinking over each leg as if he was made to fit in the other man's lap. He had no clue what to do with his arms but Eddie simply smiled at him, taking the initiative once again.
He grabbed Steve's forearms gently and draped them across his broad shoulders, settling his own hands to Steve's waist.
Suddenly the sweater felt like too much. He was so fucking hot.
Steve bit his lip and stared down, unable to keep eye contact. He wasn't hard yet but he could feel the warmth of Eddie's hand through his sweater and he knew it wouldn't be long.
"I need you to be honest with me, can you do that?" Steve nodded and Eddie sighed, gripping his chin in one hand and forcing him to look up. "Look at me when I talk to you, okay baby?"
Heat surged through Steve and he nodded again with hooded eyes, his mouth suddenly dry.
"I need to know what your limits are. It's kinda like...I'm into a lot of weird shit, right? But you don't have to be into any of that weird shit. You're your own person. So, I need to know what you absolutely don't want to do. Can you do that for me?"
Steve nodded again and Eddie pulled his hand away. He didn't whine about it too much, only because he returned it to grip at his hip through denim.
"I- um. I don't know what I'm into? I mean, I don't know if I'm into pain and stuff but maybe I just need to find out? Like I can't know if I hate it if I never try it. So. I'd be willing to try whatever you want, if I can stop you if I don't like it."
Eddie hummed encouragingly at him.
"You can stop me anytime you want, babe. For literally any reason. We can use the light system for now. Red for stop, yellow for slow down and talk about it, green for good."
Steve nodded, he understood. He'd done at least a little bit of research online.
"And if you want to try different things, we'll have to discuss them all beforehand. I won't throw you in the deep end just yet, no worries."
Steve felt an inkling of doubt bubble up in his chest. He wondered what Eddie's other subs offered him. If any of them went to the 'deep end'.
"You won't be...bored, will you? Going easy on me."
Eddie simply smiled at him and pushed some of his hair back, nails scraping at his scalp in the most delicious way.
"One, I never said I was gonna go easy on you," Fuck. "And two, no. Don't think I could ever get bored with such a beautiful boy."
Steve felt like a puddle, like he might just drip out of Eddie's lap, right in that moment.
Instead, he deflected. As he is wont to do.
He grimaced a little and shook his head.
Eddie gripped him by the jaw this time, fingers pressing in enough for Steve to really feel it.
"Are you saying you aren't beautiful?" He asked carefully, his words calm and measured. Steve gulped, unsure how to face all that confidence head on.
"I'm- I'm just me. I'm not really. Anything special?" He didn't mean to ask it like a question and he wasn't fishing for compliments. It's just truly how Steve felt about himself. He just was.
"Oh, you're gonna be fun." It wasn't the response he had been expecting, that was for sure. "All that insecurity and for what? So you can ignore the fact that at least ten people were checking you out in the coffee shop earlier?"
Eddie didn't seem upset, he only seemed amused. It made Steve want to kiss him. He settled for weaving his hands into Eddie's long hair instead.
"They weren't," He insisted. "I'm dressed like a preschool teacher."
Eddie laughed, rubbing his head back into Steve's hands like he enjoyed the way he was playing with the strands.
"Like a preschool teacher I want to fuck, yeah. This is the cutest shit ever, are you kidding me?" Steve started blushing again, just when he thought he'd managed to stop. "You know what? In fact. In fact, stand up."
Steve was shoved softly to his feet and he felt confused, right up until Eddie reached for his jeans and started unbuttoning them.
"This alright?" The other man asked, peering up at him with mirth filled brown eyes. Steve nodded, scared to use his voice. Eddie's hands froze on his zipper, much to his chagrin. "Okay, new rule. If I ask a question, I want a verbal answer. No more nodding, as sweet as it is. Am I clear?"
Steve's cock pulsed in its confines. Yeah. He had no idea how he never realized he was into this.
"Y-yes. Yes, sir."
He hadn't really meant to say it. Had only seen it online or in porn videos. But it was worth it, with the way Eddie smiled wolfishly up at him and licked his lips.
"That's a good boy." He cooed, pulling Steve's jeans down until he had to step out of them. He hooked his thumbs into Steve's boxers and- fuck, it was actually happening. He was getting naked in front of a hot guy for the very first time. He had no idea how long he'd even last, he felt like shooting off already.
Cold air hit his lower body and Steve resisted the urge to cover up. It didn't help that Eddie chose that moment to lift his sweater, like he was examining his...well. Like he was examining him.
"Cute," He remarked, voice low. And Steve wasn't even sure how to take that compliment. Not with his cock out, inches from Eddie's face.
"Now, get back here."
Eddie pulled him back into his lap and it was so much worse now that he could feel everything. He gasped shakily as he settled in, his pelvis pressing indecently into Eddie's Jean clad erection.
He felt-
"You feel big." He slurred out. He sounded drunk. He couldn't even recognize his own voice.
Eddie smiled widely at him, like he was the funniest thing he'd seen in awhile.
"I am big, baby." He said it like it wasn't even that important. Like he wasn't even bragging, it was just a fact. The sky was blue and Eddie Munson was hung like a fucking horse.
Eddie pressed on his lower back, causing him to hump forward into fabric covered heat. It felt harsh and wonderful, all at once. Steve moaned weakly, wrapping his arms around Eddie's shoulders once again.
"I'm gonna kiss you now," Eddie whispered and yeah. Yeah. Steve really wanted that. He pushed forward, weeding one hand into Steve's hair like it belonged there. Their lips met and it was instantly rough. Eddie fucked his tongue into Steve's mouth like he couldn't help himself, like he'd just been waiting to taste him.
He licked the roof of his mouth and sucked filthily at his tongue, hands traveling south until he was gripping Steve's bare ass. He bucked forward, his cock rubbing against Eddie in the best way. He wasn't going to survive this, he was sure of it.
Eddie bit at his bottom lip, rolling his teeth until Steve started to whine through the pain.
Eddie pulled back, lips deliciously red and pupils huge.
"You taste so sweet, baby." He sounded winded and Steve liked it. He liked having some type of effect on the confident man.
"Can I suck your dick?" He blurted out, too horny and too far gone to care. "Please, I'll be so good. I promise-"
Eddie looked a little faint.
"Jesus, it's like you're designed to tempt me. You sure you're ready for that, baby?"
Steve almost let out a frustrated growl. He was ready. He'd been ready for so long and he just wanted Eddie's huge dick down his throat like yesterday. He felt desperate and needy.
He slid out of Eddie's lap and onto the floor, staring at him with pleading eyes.
"Please? Can I please?"
Eddie's head fell back against the couch, caught on a heavy groan. Steve nearly smiled. He was so dramatic. Steve loved it.
"Yeah, you can. Of course. Um but- I should warn you." Eddie didn't look unsure, just hesitant. It made Steve sit back a little. "I kind of have a piercing."
Steve tilted his head to the side, his messed up hair falling in his eyes.
"Okay? Where?" He scanned Eddie's face, trying to see if he'd somehow missed one. He landed on the ones in his ears but Eddie only chuckled, hands reaching for his jeans and pulling his belt out of its loops.
Steve caught up pretty quickly.
He watched in rapt fascination as Eddie began to pull his jeans down, boxers going with them and-
His cock was huge, of course it was. Steve had felt it. He knew it was big.
But that wasn't what he was focused on.
No, he was focused on the piercing going right through the head of Eddie's dick. A barbell that peaked out from underneath his glans, black metal that glinted in the low light of his living room.
Steve was practically salivating.
"Oh fuck. That's so hot. Why is that hot? I think I'm gonna pass out."
Eddie laughed even harder, tangling his hand in Steve's hair and pulling him closer to his cock.
"I wanna lick it. Can I- can I lick it? Please?"
"Yeah, baby. You can lick it. Come on, go ahead." And just like that, Steve knew he was where he wanted to be. Butt ass naked in nothing but a sweater and socks, with a hot guy telling him what to do.
He leaned forward and flicked his tongue over the piercing. It wasn't cold, too warmed by Eddie's body heat. But it felt good against his tongue as he flicked it shyly, softly so as to not hurt the other man.
"You have no idea how good that feels." Eddie moaned above him, hand still tangled in Steve's long hair.
Steve popped the head into his mouth, not even using his hands. Eddie hadn't told him not to but it felt natural, keeping them resting on his bare knees.
He sucked softly, looked up at Eddie with hooded eyes. He wasn't sure if he looked good but he felt good. And that was all that mattered. His brain felt quiet and peaceful as he worked his mouth down Eddie's cock.
He was salty and tasted like skin but god, the smell was what Steve loved the most. Who would have known? Eddie smelled musky, with a hint of body wash lingering on him. He smelled masculine and perfect.
Steve moaned around his mouthful, only taking as much as he could. Spit slipped from the corners of his mouth as Eddie used his hand to draw Steve up and down at a slow pace.
"Remember what I told you before? About the tapping?"
Steve grunted in reply before he remembered. One for green. He tapped Eddie's jean clad thigh once.
"Good boy. You do remember," Eddie sounded so proud. Steve let it filter through his entire being, that small light that made him feel floaty and happy. Even as Eddie worked his cock to the back of his throat. He felt so used, his jaw stretched uncomfortably. But it felt amazing, too. Like he'd been missing out on something secret his entire life.
Steve kept his teeth out of the way but Eddie was right, he didn't even have to do much. Just focus on not gagging too much and that was it, really. He felt his eyes droop at the slow thrusting treatment. He could feels Eddie's piercing sliding over the roof of his mouth, back and forth. He'd never be able to forget that feeling now.
Never even sucked a cock before and his first one had a piercing in it. Who would have predicted that?
Steve's eyes fluttered shut and he let his body relax finally, going kind of limp in Eddie's hold as the other man used both hands to move his head. He felt like a toy, like a tool just for Eddie to get off.
He couldn't even really think about his own arousal. He was too focused on how good it felt to be useful.
"Look at you, all relaxed. I knew you'd be a slut for cock, baby. I could see it on your face."
Steve moaned in reply, a pathetic little thing. He could taste precum, leaking onto the back of his tongue. Dripping down his throat. God, he loved this. He actually fucking loved this.
"Eventually, I'll teach you how to take me all the way down. Get your cute little nose pressed against my pelvis til you can't breathe. Do you want that, honey?"
Steve couldn't nod but he tried his best anyway. It only made Eddie laugh at him.
And then suddenly he was being pulled back and off and that wasn't what he wanted. Steve whined and strained against the fist in his hair, pulling deliciously at the strands.
"I think that's enough of that." Steve whined loudly. No, he wanted more. He wanted-
"But- but I want you to come down my throat." He gasped, his voice was so rough. Used and crackly from how Eddie treated it. It hadn't even been that rough either.
"And it's not about what you want, is it?" Eddie tapped him on the nose and made a show of stroking his own dick, rubbing his thumb against his piercing. Steve watched, entranced. "You're practically going cross eyed just to look at it, baby. You like it that much?"
Steve nodded, looking Eddie in the eye despite how embarrassed he suddenly felt.
"Yes, sir. I- I like it a lot. Would I be able to umm...would I feel it if you...?"
Eddie smirked at him, hand stilling around his shaft. Steve was momentarily distracted by the precum beading at the tip. He wanted to taste it again.
"Would you feel my piercing if I fucked you?" Steve flushed red. "Yea, sweetheart. You'd feel it. Maybe not as much as in your mouth, but you would."
Steve's eyes drifted shut as he groaned quietly. He was pretty sure Eddie was sent to fucking kill him.
"Why won't you let me suck on it anymore?" Eddie clenched his jaw and Steve wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the way he asked. He'd have to store that away for future knowledge.
"Because I seem to remember something you wanted really bad. Something you kept talking about that first night we talked over the phone?"
Steve's mind was blissfully blank for all of two seconds before it hit him. He perked up immediately, his heart rate seemingly doubling in speed.
"Are you gonna spit in my mouth?" He knew he probably looked silly. Rising on his knees and clutching at Eddie's thighs.
"I don't think I've ever seen a sub so eager for something so gross, baby." Eddie looked amused though. He looked fascinated by Steve.
"I- how do I know it's gross if you don't do it to me? Then I'll know." He knew it was gross. He also knew he'd like it. The idea made his cock drip onto the floor and he suddenly remembered just how hard he was.
Eddie poked his tongue at his cheek, considering Steve. He pushed Steve's hair back and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his forehead, before grabbing his chin with a warm hand and pulling him in.
"Open your mouth, sweetheart."
Steve complied, not even feeling silly. He wanted this. He had no idea why he wanted this. He just...he did.
He watched as Eddie waited, mouth closed. It occurred to Steve that maybe he was....fuck, maybe he gathering up his own saliva.
Steve was nearly panting. This was this weirdest thing he'd ever done but he couldn't find it in himself to give a shit.
Eddie leaned forward and opened his mouth, letting a trail of spit drip down into Steve's tongue.
It didn't feel like much, honestly. It felt like....well, spit. But it was Eddie's spit. And he was giving it to Steve, feeding it to him. Letting it drip from his own tongue to pool into Steve's waiting mouth.
Eddie pulled back and held Steve's jaw with a steady hand.
"Don't swallow. Let me look at you."
His voice was so deep. So rough, as he examined Steve with a new look on his face. He wasn't smiling or smirking or laughing. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were narrowed. He looked mean.
Steve whined a little as spit began to drip off his tongue, just a little. He didn't- he didn't want to lose it. He wanted to swallow it. He looked at Eddie with big eyes, pleading with him silently. Gripping his thighs with clawed fingers, like he could convey how much he needed this.
Eddie grabbed his jaw, clamping it shut with his own hands.
"You can swallow now, honey."
Steve complied, moaning as did as he was told. He felt hot all over, sweating beneath his ill chosen outfit. His knees hurt, his jaw was sore. Now of it even mattered. Not with Eddie looking at him like that.
"You're just about the best thing I've found this year, I think." He sounded so honest. Steve's thighs quivered as the idea of being called a thing. "A kinky little boy with big doe eyes and a penchant to please, hm? And you came to me. Do you know how special that makes me feel?"
Steve shook his head slowly, hands staying in place. Despite the fact that he could still see Eddie's dick and god, he wanted it back down his throat.
He kept darting glances at it.
Eddie laughed, face finally clearly of that sexy stormy expression from before. He leaned back against the couch, arms spread across it. It shouldn't have been as hot as it was. He only made it worse by spreading his thighs apart, letting Steve get even more comfortable against him.
He guided Steve's head down, made him lay it on his thigh, just near his knee.
He was confused at first, gazing up at Eddie as much as he could from this angle.
He understood pretty quickly.
"Open wide, pretty boy. Let me play with that mouth."
God at this rate Steve might just come untouched. He parted his lips wide and tried to watch as much as he could, as Eddie wrapped a hand around his cock again and pushed it into his waiting mouth.
The angle made it so that he could only fit the head inside but- oh fuck.
Eddie pressed the head in, brushing it against the inside of his cheek, before popping it out of his mouth. Only to rub it against his lips and repeat the entire process.
The noise was filthy. Steve could feel spit dripping onto Eddie's thigh. Could feel precum spreading into his lips, his cheek. He'd never felt so marked and dirty in his life. And the fucking piercing too, catching on his lip as Eddie moaned above him. He loved how it felt, smooth and hard against his flushed skin.
He liked this position, he liked being fed Eddie's dick in small increments. He couldn't help but moan at it, at the picture he was sure they painted.
Eddie spread out with one arm on the back of the couch, lazy and lounging. Steve kneeling between his thighs on the floor, head resting like he was taking a nap. Like he was getting his hair played with.
Instead he was getting a pierced cock rubbed all over his face.
"Gonna come all over your pretty face. That sound good, baby?"
Steve whined as Eddie rubbed the spongey texture of his dick against his tongue. All this open mouthed business was gonna make his jaw sore later. He couldn't wait.
Just like that, Eddie snapped. His other hand descended, trapping Steve in place by his hair as he jerked off onto his tongue.
Come hit his mouth, salty and hot. Steve didn't even gag. It was just...pooling oh his tongue. Like the spit from earlier. He whined at Eddie as he shook above him, muttering curses and praise down to Steve.
"Swallow it all baby, show me how much you like it." Steve complied, once again claiming a part of Eddie inside of himself. He liked that. He couldn't explain why, not even to himself. But it made him feel warm and happy.
Steve showed his tongue without permission, proving tat he had in fact swallowed. Eddie let out a small laugh, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous. I can't believe it." Just like that, he hauled Steve back up into his lap. He was panting a little, like his orgasm had really taken it out of him.
Steve squirmed some as he sat down, his cock so sensitive he thought he might cry.
"Poor thing, look how purple you're turning. Does it hurt, sweetheart?" Eddie wrapped a big, warm around his dick and Steve nearly sobbed with relief.
"Not gonna- not gonna last long." Eddie leaned in with a soft smile, clutching Steve's face with his other hand and pressing kisses all over it. His forehead, his nose, his cheeks. It was- it was so much, as he throbbed into the loose fist Eddie was pumping him with.
Steve barely realized he was crying, tears already streaming down his face.
"That's it. It's okay, that's it honey. Let it out." He clutched Eddie's shoulders he'd enough to bruise and he came, harder than he had in years. Maybe ever.
His back bowed forward and he pushed his face into Eddie's neck, hips rabbiting like crazy into his hand. He was letting out little noises, little ahs as he cycled through the waves.
It started to mellow out and finally, Eddie removed his hand. Steve had a slight flash of guilt at the idea that he'd come all over Eddie's sexy jeans. Poor jeans.
"Poor jeans." He muttered without thought, still not ready to unwrap the octopus hold he had on Eddie's neck. The other man laughed warmly, patting his thigh with his clean hand.
"C'mon, cutie. Let's get you cleaned up."