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“... Did you just-“
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“Eds-“
“Oh my God, please shut up,” Eddie groans, his face still buried against Steve’s neck where he lies underneath him. Steve’s legs still wide around his hips and his arms hooked over his shoulders as Eddie’s chest heaves a little.
“What happened to I’m gonna fuck you till the only words you remember are Daddy and Please ?” Steve asks, a smirk in his voice, and Eddie groans again.
“God, you’re the absolute worst,” He says and Steve actually giggles. “Hey, so not funny!”
“No no, completely. Not funny at all, sorry,” Steve says and when Eddie braves a look at him, he’s wearing a forced neutral expression that splits into a grin as soon as they make eye contact. “It’s a little funny, babe.”
“ Steve! ”
“You were just so confident! Like you’re so good at the talking part and we have all the buildup and you made me memorize that whole color system and then-“
“Okay, I may be well researched, but unfortunately my virginity does remain intact.” Eddie says with an eye roll, aiming for casual annoyance rather than total shame. He wonders what’s more mortifying, Steve thinking his blush is from how embarrassed and flustered he is, or from how hard he just came from grinding, fully clothed, against his boyfriend for thirty seconds, tops . Steve sees right through him.
“Hey,” Steve’s expression softens and his hands trail to cup the sides of Eddie’s face. “It’s all good. We can try again another night,” He says before leaning up to kiss Eddie sweetly. The tenderness of it all makes Eddie’s heart melt for a second before the words catch up to him.
“Oh we are so not done for the night, sweetheart,”
Steve leans back till his head rests on the pillow and raises an eyebrow. “Tonight?” Eddie nods. “Twice? For your first time?” He says it so disbelieving and incredulous but also with a hint of something in his eyes, something like anticipation, like want. Eddie’s confidence starts to come back to him because, this , this is something he can do.
“I was thinking more than twice, actually,” He says before leaning down and kissing Steve’s jaw. He’s sure Steve is rolling his eyes but he presses his tongue firm against his pulse, drags his teeth against soft skin till he reaches the crook of Steve’s neck, sucks a mark into his collarbone, and suddenly Steve is panting a little, his hands pushing past Eddie’s face and into his hair. “I was thinking of going over and over till you can’t move. Till your body begs to stop even when your brain just wants more. ”
Steve’s voice is a little hoarse when he speaks, which makes Eddie grin proudly against his skin, but he still attempts to be cocky, “What, so you’re saying we wait ten minutes and you’ll be fucking me into the mattress like a pro?” He asks sarcastically and Eddie pulls his mouth off him, satisfied by the barely concealed whine Steve lets out and the quickly darkening mark by his collarbone..
“I’m a twenty one year old virgin and my extremely hot boyfriend is hard against my leg. Ten minutes is a generous estimate.” Eddie deadpans and Steve rolls his eyes, but the blush creeping up his chest is impossible to hide. For all his talk, Steve always gets so flustered at the slightest compliments, the barest praise. Every day Eddie revels in taking the time to find new ways to make Steve’s ears go pink.
“Why don’t you do something about it in the meantime then,” Steve deflects, gesturing over to the side table with a cock of his head. Eddie gets the message and reaches over, keeping one hand on Steve’s waist even as he goes, and digs around in the drawer till he finds a bottle of lube with a satisfied aha sound.
He sits back on his haunches, hoping the height over Steve - still lying on the bed, barely propped up on his elbows - gives him an aura of power that he knows Steve loves. In fact, he rethinks his position, crashing forwards till he looms over Steve, hands bracketing his head but not touching him anywhere. He ghosts their lips together and smiles when Steve tries to chase them into a kiss. “Strip.” He commands, low and gravely, and Steve hums. Eddie sits back again and Steve is scrabbling quickly to pull off his jeans, his t-shirt already abandoned at the door from when they crashed into the room.
With his jeans off, Steve lays back again on the sheets, his erection pulling his boxers taut. Eddie licks his lips. “Did I tell you to stop?”
Steve’s face flushes. “No, daddy,” He says and fuck, Eddie’s already half hard again. Watching Steve pull himself out of his boxers, throwing them across the room as his cock comes free and smacks against his belly, it’s enough to have Eddie drooling. “Like what you see?” Steve quips and Eddie can’t help but be honest. He drops down and kisses just above the base, loving the way Steve’s fingers softly thread into his hair.
“Love it,” He groans between kisses, trailing his tongue up the line of hair to his belly button before going back down, nuzzling his face into the thatch of dark coarse hair there, breathing him in. Steve’s breath hitches beautifully. “So gorgeous for me, princess,” He says.
“Then do something about it,” Steve says, halfway to a whine as Eddie lets his chin drag over Steve’s cock on his way to kiss at his thigh, his light stubble probably burning a little painfully. He looks up at Steve through his eyelashes.
“Who’s the one giving orders here, sweetheart?” He says as he bites down on the tender flesh and Steve’s grip tightens in his hair. Okay, this is definitely going to be fun. If there’s one thing Eddie can do in regards to sex, it’s patience (recall twenty one year old virgin). Other than one fumbling over-the-clothes handjob in the bathroom of a club that went far too quickly and left him feeling sick and anxious, Eddie has basically been edging himself since he learned what his dick could do. Steve on the other hand, has had steady access to sex whenever he wanted since his sophomore year of high school, barring a brief dry spell somewhere between his second and third apocalypse. He has no patience, and Eddie intends to teach him some.
Eddie places one quick kiss and a flat tongued lick to the head of Steve’s dick - earning him a shout and a mouthwatering taste of precum, before sitting back on his thighs again. Steve looks at him and already looks a little wrecked, his eyes blown out and his face flushed. Oh sweetheart, Eddie thinks, You don’t know the meaning of the word wrecked yet.
“Hold your ankles.” Eddie commands quickly, his dick twitching a little as Steve complies instantly, pressing his thighs flush to his chest. He just watches for a few seconds, enjoying the view of Steve spread out for him, the blush on his face darkening under Eddie’s intense gaze. Eventually, he gives in to both of their desires and drops back down, licking a stripe along the underside of Steve’s cock. Steve yelps and out of the corner of his eye Eddie sees him nearly let go of himself, just barely clinging on to his ankles. “Good boy,” He murmurs against Steve’s skin before licking lower, his tongue lapping at Steve’s balls. Not needing his eyes, Eddie keeps his attention there as he pours a dollop of lube onto his fingers, warming it up on his skin before bringing it up to Steve’s hole. Still, when he makes contact, Steve jolts. Eddie circles the tight ring of muscle as he sucks and nips at Steve’s skin.
“Eddie-” Steve whines. Eddie pulls his hand away and Steve chases the loss with his hips, seemingly against his will.
“Uh uh uh, ask nicely like a good boy and maybe you’ll get what you want,” Eddie says, not missing the way Steve’s fingers dig into his ankles harder at his words, hard enough that he’ll probably have bruises there in the morning.
“Please, daddy, will you please finger me open so you can fuck me on your big cock,” Steve moans breathlessly and Eddie feels his own face flush scarlet. Fuck okay, maybe Steve is good at this too.
“Fuck,” He mutters under his breath, readjusting his stance where his dick is already fully hard again in his jeans, far too tight and uncomfortable in the mess he made earlier. “Since you asked so nicely,” He says, pressing his fingers back against Steve and letting one slip past his entrance up to the knuckle. Slowly but surely, he presses in further till he reaches the base of his finger, letting Steve adjust to the intrusion. In the meantime, he lifts his head and wraps his lips around the head of Steve’s cock, licking at the tip. Steve shudders and Eddie knows he’s tensing with the desperate need to grab at Eddie but grappling with the desire to do as he was told. Slowly, Eddie pulls his finger out before pushing back in again, matching his movement with the descent of his mouth, bottoming out in tandem. Steve’s cock presses heavily on his tongue, the intrusion a little alien against the back of his throat, but so so wanted. The smell of him, the thought of taking care of him, the stretch at the edges of Eddie’s lips, it makes him feel heady and powerful and more than a little bit in love. He moans around Steve and Steve whines high and desperate at the sensation.
Eddie starts fucking into him with his finger, bobbing his head in time. He starts slow, mindful of his inexperienced mouth, but gains confidence quickly as the sounds Steve is making wash over his brain. Quiet little pants that sound like his chest is quivering with the feeling, rustling as his head writhes against the pillow.
“More, daddy, please,” He begs and who is Eddie to deny him? He presses another slick finger against Steve’s hole, slowing his rhythm as Steve adjusts to the stretch. As he pushes all the way in, Steve lets out a punched out gasp that has Eddie’s head reeling. He stays still for a second until Steve clears his throat. “You can move. Please, please move,” He says and Eddie smiles around him, pulling his head back to swirl his tongue around the tip before deepthroating him again, fucking his fingers into Steve in time with the movement.
Eddie keeps his fingers moving, trying to remember all the information he’s stored in his head in anticipation for this moment - the little snippets of advice he’d gotten from older guys the few times he’d braved going into a gay club in Indy, the little testimonials and diagrams from zines he’d managed to pick up and hide under his bed along with the occasional skin mag. It seems to pay off. He scissors his fingers apart and Steve moans loudly, and then he crooks his fingers on his next stroke and Steve shouts, his legs trembling either side of Eddie’s face.
“Fuck! There! Right there!” He gasps out and god if his enthusiasm isn’t the hottest thing Eddie’s ever heard. His desperation for it. Eddie can’t even bring himself to tease Steve, make him beg for it, just so drunk on the sound of Steve shouting that he has to comply and hit that mark again. He replicates his movements and Steve keens. Eddie quickens his pace, fucking Steve’s prostate relentlessly with his fingers, listening to the beautiful noises he makes in response. God, he’s so glad they’re at Steve’s house and not at the trailer so they can be as loud as they want with no neighbors to worry about (though the prospect of gagging Steve does have his cock twitching in his jeans. Something to revisit at a later date, he thinks). “Please, daddy, need more,” Steve whines.
Eddie pushes another finger into him, not even letting him adjust to the stretch this time. He feels his own drool drip down past Steve’s balls and onto his fingers, aiding the glide, and the thought makes something in his gut flip. Why the fuck is that so hot? With three fingers, it takes a second for him to find his rhythm again, to find that spot, but as soon as he does, Steve is writhing in place, his thighs trembling by Eddie’s ears. He supposes his legs must burn, being held high like that for so long. Eddie would almost feel bad, but the thought of Steve aching tomorrow, his thighs sore and tender, needing Eddie to take care of him. God, it makes Eddie’s brain swoop.
“M’so close,” Steve slurs over his words a little, sending a spike of pride through Eddie, “Please, need you to fuck me now,” He says and Eddie just hums around him in response. He’s not sure how great his dick-sucking form is, but Steve apparently has no complaints as his hips stutter between chasing Eddie’s fingers and his mouth. With his free hand, Eddie snakes up around Steve’s thigh and pushes his hips flush against the bed by his stomach. It’s not the the idea of Steve fucking his face doesn’t drive him wild, because God it does. But the choked sound Steve makes as he’s held in place has Eddie feeling like he could almost cream his jeans untouched and why should he deny himself such music to his ears?
Eddie pulls his mouth off Steve’s dick but keeps his fingers fucking into him, letting his eyes take in the sight of Steve’s hole accepting the intrusion hungrily. He can’t help but lick his lips. He looks back up at Steve’s face, sweat on his brow and cheeks stained red, his lip pulled between his teeth so tight it must hurt. “You wanna come, pretty boy?” Eddie asks and Steve nods. Eddie takes the hand on Steve’s stomach and slaps Steve’s thigh hard with it. They’d discussed it before, of course, experimented with tugging on Steve’s hair or dragging nails over his skin as they made out, but Eddie’s pretty sure neither of them were expecting the slap to affect them so much. Steve whimpers and Eddie’s pretty sure he almost black out for a second there before he remembers what he was doing. “Use your words, baby,”
“Please, wanna come,” Steve gasps out, his voice ragged. “Wanna come with you inside me properly, daddy. Want you to feel me come from the inside, feel you fill me up with your cum” He babbles. God, how the fuck did Steve fucking Harrington learn dirty talk like this? Sure, they’d done a little of their research together, but Steve was used to fucking preppy blonde girls after dinner and a movie, holding their hands as he rocked into them slowly. He’d admitted to Eddie that after meeting Robin he’d done a little self exploration in the city, met a few guys and figured some stuff out about himself along the way, but surely he couldn’t be this experienced. Maybe this is just his natural state, exactly where he wants to be, and god doesn’t that thought just make Eddie’s head roll. Steve, layed out like a natural sub, just needing Eddie to fuck him so desperately that his mind shuts off and the words com out like a flood from Eddie’s mouth and fingers alone.
Eddie catches back up to himself. “You will baby. Just not yet,” He says and Steve groans. “Come for me, princess,” He says before dipping back down and taking Steve in his mouth. He doesn’t hold Steve back from thrusting into him this time, hollowing his cheeks and focusing on not gagging as the head of Steve’s cock crashes against the back of his throat. He keeps moving his fingers at the fast steady pace, hitting that point in Steve every time, and it’s second before Steve is coming with a shout, filling Eddie’s mouth and clamping his thighs around his head as he shakes with the force of it. Eddie rides him through it, doing his best to swallow with his mouth full and lathing his tongue around him until Steve stills, still holding onto his ankles with weak fingers. Eddie dips down and kisses there, letting Steve let go and extend his legs out again. Steve winces at the tightness in his muscles and god that shouldn’t be so hot.
He leans forward to kiss Steve’s blissed out face, loving the way he smiles against his lips, knowing he’s tasting himself on Eddie’s tongue. “Thank you, daddy,” He says and Eddie’s dick twitches in his jeans. He groans against Steve who seems to get the message, snaking his hand between them to palm at Eddie’s crotch, still painfully clothed. Eddie drops his head against Steve’s shoulder at the feeling, almost jolting when Steve licks at the curl of his ear.
“Fuck,” Eddie groans as he sits up, hating the distance between them he needs to pull off his jeans. He throws his boxers in the general direction of the laundry basket, knowing they’re probably ruined anyway. He’s about to press back down and kiss Steve again but he sees his expression and falters. Eyes wide, mouth dropped open slightly, hungry and wanting. Eddie realizes then that, while they’ve fooled around a little bit, feeling the implication of things through clothes but never going beyond making out, Steve hasn’t actually seen his dick before. Eddie knows he’s bigger than average, and as cliché as he finds himself, he can’t help but feel a swell of pride and smugness in his chest as Steve’s tongue pushes past his lips and licks tentatively, like he’s desperate to get it in his mouth. “Like what you see, pretty boy?” He asks and Steve just nods dumbly. Eddie leans closer, letting Steve feel it against his stomach as he breathes hot onto the side of his face. “Think you can take it?”
Steve’s head rolls back into the pillow and Eddie takes the opportunity to latch his teeth onto his neck. Steve’s hands jolt up to Eddie’s back, his nails digging lighting into his shoulders. “Please, daddy.” He says and Eddie smirks, biting at his skin again, prompting Steve to dig his nails in harder.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me,”
Eddie almost drools at the wanton need in Steve’s voice. Without another word, Eddie reaches beside him blind for the lube and squeezes some onto his hand, keeping his mouth latched to Steve’s skin as he works his hand between them, coating his cock in lube, mixing it with his own cum from his first orgasm. They’d had the condom conversation weeks ago, and both decided they’d rather go without. Steve coming to the trailer with an official looking envelope containing a sheet promising him a clean bill of health was exactly what prompted this particular date. Still, Eddie feels the need to double check. He presses the head of his cock to Steve’s rim but stills. “Color?” He asks.
“Green. Please, so ready for you, please,” Steve babbles and that’s all the confirmation Eddie needs to push into Steve. He tries his best to go slow, not wanting to hurt Steve, at least not yet, but god is it hard. He grits his teeth and tries not to focus on the airy whimper Steve lets out, knowing that sound will linger in his dreams for the rest of his life, inching gradually forwards till he bottoms out. One bonus of coming in his pants earlier is that he’s able to last a little longer now, because with how this feels, the tight wet heat of Steve all around him, he’s pretty sure he would’ve come before he’d gotten half way inside otherwise. Now, he knows he’ll last at least a little while, and his only goal is to make Steve come again first. With the fluttery way Steve’s chest is moving and the way he can’t seem to keep his hands still on Eddie’s back, that may not be as unattainable of a goal as he’d once thought.
He stays still for a while, letting Steve adjust to the feeling, until Steve rolls his hips experimentally and Eddie sees stars. He tries to keep his arms from trembling either side of Steve, biting down on his lip to hold back a whimper. Steve rolls his hips again and Eddie can’t hold it back this time, groaning loudly and leaning in to kiss Steve, letting him swallow the sound. Steve rolls his hips one more time and Eddie bites his lip gruffly, taking Steve’s hands in his own and pressing them either side of his head on the mattress.
“Stop teasing, sweetheart. You ready?” He asks and Steve nods dumbly, interlocking their fingers together in a way that makes Eddie swoon despite everything. He pulls out just a little before pressing slamming back in, the sound of skin slapping drowned out by both of them moaning loudly. He repeats the movement and Steve’s fingers twitch around his own, panting into his mouth as he whines.
“So big. Feel you in my throat,” He says and Eddie’s cock throbs inside him. He pulls out even further and fucks back into him, the high pitched moan Steve lets out making him shake. “Need you to fuck me. Split me open so I’m ruined for anyone else.” Eddie whines and bites Steve’s lip, fucking his tongue into his mouth and swallowing the sounds he let out, needing to take in his air.
“So perfect for me, Stevie. So tight. So good. Such a good boy just for me,” He thrusts into Steve again, harder this time, and Steve keens, clenching around him as Eddie hits his prostate. Eddie can’t help but smirk at the filthy sound Steve lets out, the way his head squirms on the pillow as he picks up his rhythm and hits that spot again. He’s pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in hard, listening to Steve practically cry at the sensation, the head of his cock red and leaking painfully between them.
Eddie presses one more kiss to Steve’s lips before guiding his neck upwards and dragging his teeth along his Adam’s apple. Steve arches his chest at the feeling and Eddie holds him down by his hands, a gesture halfway between loving and controlling, squeezing tight. Steve’s pants are getting louder and more ragged above him, like he’s struggling to suck in air quick enough to let it out. Eddie sucks and bites harder, putting the smallest amount of pressure on Steve's windpipe to make the sound even more rough. Steve wraps his legs around Eddie’s waist and Eddie sucks harder, desperate to leave a mark that won’t be covered up, so everyone will know how Steve takes it.
“Such a good little slut for daddy, aren't you sweetheart?” Eddie practically growls into Steve’s skin. Dirty talk had been something he’d been nervous about, horrified at the prospect of Steve just bursting out in laughter at him, but Steve is just so goddamn responsive. He whimpers and moans at the combination of praise and degradation, his neck arching further back as if he’s trying to give Eddie even more access to his skin, to let the words roll over him. Eddie licks a stripe up the column of his throat and savors the taste of sweat of his tongue. “You like that, princess? Such a good little cockslut for me, so desperate to get fucked. Dumb on my cock already,” Steve whines loudly.
“Bold words- ah- from someone- oh fuck- someone who creamed his jeans,” Steve grits out, his voice wavering and thin even as he tries to rile Eddie up. Eddie shifts their hands, jolting them quickly until they’re pressed above Steve’s head, pinning him still as he fucks him even harder.
“You wanna be a brat, Stevie? You wanna see what happens?” He asks and Steve shakes his head frantically. Eddie waits a beat to see if he’ll remember to use his words and when he doesn’t he takes Steve’s wrists in one hand and uses the other to slap his thigh hard. Steve shouts. “What was that, princess?”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, daddy, I’ll be good. Just get so dumb on your big cock and I can’t help myself,” he whimpers, fucking himself back into Eddie’s thrusts and Eddie feels heat coil in his gut in the combination of the words and the movement. Shit, he thinks, moaning at the feeling. On pure instinct, he changes positions to hold himself off, pushing up on his knees and throwing Steve’s ankles over his shoulders. Steve’s mouth drops open at the sudden change, the shift in angle making Eddie hit his prostate relentlessly and dead on with every thrust, and drool starts to slip down the sides of his mouth. He looks so pretty and messy like this that Eddie wishes he had a camera, could immortalize this moment forever. Another thought for next time, he thinks.
He looks down at Steve’s leaking cock and sees the impression of his own pushing at the base of Steve’s belly with every thrust and the sight has him seeing stars. Without thinking, he drops his hand to the spot and presses down, making pressure from both sides that has Steve shaking. His fingers claw as the sheets above his head and his chest stutters as if he has to hold himself back from pushing Eddie off, like it’s all too much all at once. Eddie smirks down at him, just barely holding off his own orgasm.
“Like that, Stevie? Me splitting you open, rearranging your insides?” He asks, presses down harder. Steve’s hips stutter open and precum spurts out of him, dripping down till it meets Eddie’s hand on his stomach.
“Yes, daddy.” Eddie drags nails down the side of Steve’s thigh, turning his head to bite at Steve’s calf as he thrusts harder, feeling his own hand though Steve’s gut. Steve’s feet tremble behind Eddie’s head. “ Fuck, holy shit, please can I come daddy. Please, need to come now, ” He babbles and Eddie feels himself about to tip over the edge.
“Come for me, princess,” He says and Steve comes undone all at once, clenching around Eddie, shakes wracking through his body, practically screaming as he unloads onto his chest and Eddie’s hand. The tightness and the sounds are more than enough to have Eddie following, his hips snapping painfully as he loses his rhythm, filling Steve up with his second release of the night.
Eventually he stills when Steve starts whimpering underneath him, his hole trembling and clenching around Eddie weakly. Eddie leans forward to kiss him and he whines at the movement, his thighs stretching back against his chest, practically folding him in half. Eddie considers dropping his legs down gently, but those noises already have his spent cock twitching inside of Steve, so he holds him there in the stretch as he kisses him sweetly.
They lay there for a while, panting into each other's mouths more than kissing, until Steve seems to come back to his body a little and smiles against Eddie’s lips. “I do good?” He asks softly and Eddie almost laughs.
“So good, Stevie. Perfect. Best sex I’ve ever had,” He says and Steve giggles.
“Only sex you’ve ever had,” He quips back before kissing him again.
“Watch it, sweetheart, I’m not done with you yet,” Eddie says and Steve’s eyes widen.
“ Again ?” He asks incredulously and Eddie can’t help the wicked grin that splits onto his face as he nods.
“You thought we were done? I told you I’d get you to forget everything but my name so we’re not stopping till you do,” He says and Steve’s eyes flutter shut.
“I don’t know if I can,” Steve admits.
“Trust me,” Eddie says, punctuating the words with a kiss, “I’ll get you there.” He kisses Steve again, letting their mouths slot together filthily and he takes pity when Steve whines at the ache in his thighs. Gingerly, still staying inside him, he helps Steve drop his thighs down, filled with adoration when Steve naturally wraps them around Eddie’s hips again. The thought almost has Eddie rocking forward into him, but he figures Steve needs at least a couple minutes to recuperate. It’s only fair. “You wanna cockwarm me for a little while till you’re ready again, sweetheart?” He asks lowly and Steve whimpers, nodding into another kiss. He wraps his legs tighter around Eddie like he can’t bear for him to pull out and god he’s gonna be the death of him. He cards a hand through Steve’s hair lovingly, pushing his bangs up from where they’ve stuck to his sweat slick forehead before pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. Steve hums appreciatively and tilts his chin to press a kiss to Eddie’s wrist, open mouthed and wanting like he’s desperate to have his lips on any part of Eddie.
They stay like that for a while, quietly kissing and wrapped together lovingly, until Eddie feels himself start to stiffen inside of Steve again. Steve must feel it too because he whimpers and grinds his head back into the pillow. Eddie grinds his hips forward and Steve’s hands shoot up to his shoulders, his nails digging in, hopefully leaving long red welts for Eddie to show off when he takes his shirt off at his gig next week. Eddie grinds again before leaning in close and taking Steve’s earlobe in between his teeth. “Flip over,” he commands. And after a beat, Steve obeys.
Eddie has to pull out for Steve to be able to get on his front, and his own cum leaking out of Steve has him aching in his gut. As Steve settles onto his front Eddie pushes two fingers into his wet abused hole and gathers a scoop of cum on them, tilting Steve’s face to the side with his other hand and presses his slick fingers to his lips. Steve parts them readily without even opening his eyes and sucks them into his mouth, groaning at the taste. He swirls his tongue around them and sucks hard, moaning when Eddie pushes them down onto his tongue. When Eddie pulls his fingers out Steve swallows and rolls his tongue out onto his chin, as if to show that he took everything he was given. Eddie’s dick hardens all the way at the sight, imagining Steve doing the same on his knees, hair mussed and eyes lidded low like that after Eddie fucked his face, letting him ride his boots. Making him lick them clean when he gets them all messy. Fuck.
Unable to hold himself back any longer, he lines himself up with Steve and presses into him fast, the glide easy with Steve’s hole already stretched and slick. Steve lets out a pained groan at the feeling and Eddie can already see drool soaking into the pillow at the side of his mouth. Eddie runs his hands reverently over Steve’s ass and waist at the sight before pulling back and thrusting into him. Steve whimpers but arches his back, just enough to free his dick from where it was trapped between his stomach and the bed. It’s impressively half hard and still leaking, flushed a painful looking red all over that makes Eddie’s mouth water. He reaches around Steve’s waist and takes him in hand, squeezing at the base. Steve’s hips stutter as his body seems to internally battle whether he should lean into the movement or pull away, but Eddie makes the decision for him and holds him firm, stroking him with one hand and holding him tight at the hip with the other. He hopes his finger prints will bruise into the skin there, that it’ll be high enough to sneak past the waistline of his jeans.
Eddie twists his hand at the head of Steve’s dick and presses his thumb punishingly hard against the slit, making Steve cry out painfully. “Shh shh, doing so well, Stevie,” Eddie murmurs, leaning forward to kiss the knots of Steve’s spine as he thrusts into him. He licks up to his shoulder blades and loves the way Steve goes pliable under his tongue, his back arching and creating a dimpled line that Eddie can imagine filling with cum. He pulls Steve back against him with the hand on his waist until Steve is fucking back against his thrusts on his own. “Fuck, just like that. Such a good boy, sweetheart. Perfect little hole for me,” Steve seems to have a full body reaction to the praise, squirming against the sheets and rolling his hips back desperately, and the flood gates open in Eddie’s brain. “So tight and wet for daddy. Practically made for this. Fuck, I bet everyone wishes they could have you like I do, wish they could see you now, falling apart for me. But you’re mine, aren’t you pretty boy?”
Steve nods clumsily into the pillow, more drool falling from his mouth as he goes to respond. “Yes daddy, only yours- fuck ah - your hole, daddy,” He slurs together, his breath hitching as Eddie rocks into him hard. Eddie reaches forward with his free hand and grabs Steve by the hair on the nape of his neck, pressing his face down into the pillow. Steve moans into it loudly, arching his back further. Eddie feels his own cum leaking out of Steve’s ass as he thrusts into him, feels it drip between their thighs where they meet flush with every stroke.
“God, you’re so pretty,” Eddie groans, his eyes grazing over Steve’s perfect back, golden tanned and littered with moles like stars. A sick part of his brain loves the thought of using them as target practice and fuck, this list of things to revisit another time is getting out of hand, isn’t it? Steve groans something that sounds vaguely like words into the soaked fabric of the pillow case and Eddie yanks on his hair, tilting his head further back so his chest hovers above the bed, arching him back from his belly, freeing his mouth to speak. “What was that, gorgeous?”
“Please, daddy. Need it. S’too much,” Steve babbles and Eddie feels his whole body buzz.
“Aw, pretty boy wants to come?” Eddie asks, making his voice mean and mocking as his hand tightens in Steve’s hair and around his dick, pumping him at a painful pace. Steve whines and bucks his hips erratically.
“ Please, daddy, hurts, ” He whimpers pathetically, and when Eddie tugs his face to the side roughly, he sees tears streaking down his face beautifully, fucked out and overstimulated. The sight is enough to make Eddie feel his gut tightening and he focuses hard on not coming, wanting to ruin Steve first. He tugs him hard by his hair until he’s pulled upright and shifts his arm till it’s wrapped around his throat, squeezing lightly. The change in angle has Steve practically riding him as he leans back, hooking his arms backwards so he can tug at Eddie’s hair and lolling his head back onto Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie bites at his jaw and Steve keens.
“Taking it so good, baby. Such a pretty little hole for me,”
“Please, daddy. Can’t take it,” Steve whines.
“Color, Stevie?” Eddie asks and Steve’s breath hitches. For a second Eddie thinks he might actually safeword out and he feels a spring of guilt in his chest, stilling his hips, but Steve turns his head just a little to face him with a dopey smile despite his pinched brow and blown out pupils.
“Green, daddy.” He slurs and Eddie can’t help but kiss him sloppily, fucking up into him again with renewed vigor. Suddenly Steve lets out a breathy high pitched whine and he grinds down onto Eddie’s cock, making Eddie’s vision white out at the edges. “ Ah, oh fuck, right there, don’t stop. Please, please can I come, daddy? ” His voice gets frantic as he bounces against Eddie, still sounding a little raw as Eddie's forearm squeezes lightly around his jugular.
Eddie almost can’t respond he’s so close to the edge, but he huffs out his breath and keeps jerking his hand around Steve’s length furiously. “Yeah, you’ve earned it baby, let me see you,” He says and Steve’s hips snap up into his hand right as he clenches around Eddie and Eddie’s gone instantly, shooting into Steve and shaking down to his core. Coming three times in a row is hardly a record for him, but with Steve everything feels so much more intense, his whole body on fire, feeling his release in every nerve. Steve seems to be having the same reaction, his body rocking like he’s possessed, spilling hot spurts over Eddie’s fist and onto the already soiled sheets.
Eddie feels him go boneless in his arms and gently rests him forwards till he’s lying down, pulling out gingerly and letting Steve roll onto his back before flopping on top of him, hooking an arm over his chest. He peppers kisses and love bites over Steve’s chest and collarbones while he waits for his lungs to stop heaving almost painfully for air, tracing mindless patterns with the pads of his fingers into his hips till he feels Steve slowly settle back into his body and rake a hand through Eddie’s curls after maybe ten minutes. “Best sex I’ve ever had,” Eddie says as he kisses up Steve’s neck and Steve huffs out a laugh.
“Are you gonna say that every time?”
“If you keep doing it like that? Then yeah, absolutely” Eddie says and Steve chuckles, his movements slow and groggy with post orgasm haze.
“God, I’ve never come that hard in my life,” He groans, his eyes almost closed, just lying bonelessly and letting Eddie plant kisses all over his jaw, connecting his moles. “I think this whole virgin thing was a ruse to get me into bed. No one can come that many times with no practice,” He says, his words slurring together sleepily. Eddie grins against his cheek.
“Trust me, I’ve had a lot of solo practice,” He says and Steve snorts. Just as it seems like Steve is about to drift off, Eddie pulls away. Steve whines at the loss of contact and opens his eyes blearily, widening them when he sees Eddie dipping down between his hips.
“Fuck, you cannot be serious,” He says and Eddie shrugs with a smirk, “That’s not physically possible, babe,”
Eddie dips his head so he can kiss the soft skin of Steve’s stomach, tasting the sticky cooling remnants of his first orgasm, or was it his second? He licks up Steve’s sternum and groans loudly. “Taste so good, baby,”
“You’re gonna kill me,” Steve says incredulously and Eddie grins. He moves his hand to palm at Steve’s crotch and feels it twitch weakly along with Steve’s thighs. Steve gasps loudly and bites at his lip, seeming almost annoyed at himself that he’s getting affected by this. He furrows his brow like he’s concentrating really hard to form the words. “Seriously, Eds, I’ve never been that deep in subspace before. I just don’t think it’s possible for me to go completely non verbal like-” Eddie squeezes his palm and Steve cuts himself off, clenching his eyes shut.
“You can take one more, can’t you princess?” Eddie says darkly, his other hand trailing down to Steve’s hole, pushing two fingers in with no resistance. He pulls them out, drenched with his own cum, and puts them in his mouth, licking filthily as he makes direct eye contact with Steve, who looks so beautifully pathetic, his lips red and bitten, his throat pink where Eddie squeezed it, his torso covered in tiny bruises and splattered with cum. Eddie takes those two fingers again and fucks into Steve’s hole, going straight for his prostate with no preamble, satisfied with the way Steve’s hands fly to his shoulder like he needs the support. “Answer me, sweetheart, or I’ll make it two,” He says and Steve whimpers.
“I can take it,” He says, his voice shaking. Eddie presses his fingers into him again, slowly but hard, relishing the way it makes his cum drip out of Steve obscenely. He can’t help himself from dropping his head between Steve’s thighs and lapping his tongue at his hole, pushing his shivering thighs up as he works. Steve quivers out a punched out gasp, his fingers threading into Eddie’s hair as Eddie swirls his tongue around the muscle before fucking into him with it, earning a pitchy hum that sounds like Steve is biting back a moan. The sound has Eddie practically grinding into the sheets, the overstimulation stinging but his dick already fully hard again. He wonders how much of it is his accidental-insatiably-horny-resistance-training as opposed to Steve just being addictive and perfect, because he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of this feeling. God, they’re gonna have to invest in electrolytes, maybe buy stocks in a deep heat pain-killer business for Steve’s aching thighs. Would it be too far to hook them both up to IV drips so they could go over and over without having to stop for stupid trivial things like sustenance? Okay, maybe he’s taking it too far now, but god, those noises.
Eddie slots his fingers into Steve alongside his tongue and can’t help but smile at the filthy way Steve tugs at his scalp, the desperation in his voice. He pulls back and nips at Steve’s thigh lovingly, nuzzling his face into the soft flesh as he continues to finger Steve lazily. Either side of his face, Steve’s feet slip around on the sheets, unable to find purchase on the sweat and cum slicked fabric. Eddie looks up at him and finds his face, absolutely wrecked, his eyes clenched shut and his mouth dropped open as he mutters obscenities under his breath. Desperate to hear, Eddie pulls his fingers out and manhandles Steve quickly so he’s sat in his lap, forehead draped over Eddie’s shoulder and knees straddling Eddie’s thighs. Eddie squeezes his ass gently and guides him downwards until the head of his cock presses against Steve’s hole.
“You think you can be a really good boy and ride me, sweetheart? I’ll help you, treat you real nice,” He says and Steve nods groggily against Eddie’s shoulder, pushing down on his own volition, sinking around Eddie. Not expecting the sensation, Eddie rolls his head back and gasps, giving Steve the access to bite his neck painfully, his tongue swirling in circles as he sucks over the flesh like he needs to swallow Eddie’s pulse.
“Fuck, daddy, so big,” Steve murmurs into Eddie’s skin as he bottoms out, circling his hips as Eddie digs his fingers into his thighs. He rises up a little and whines at the clear ache in his thighs, so Eddie kisses him sweetly, silently thanking him for all his good effort. Eddie thrusts up as he pulls Steve down by his hips, punching out a weak oof sound from Steve’s lips. He repeats the movement and Steve wraps his hands clumsily round the back of Eddie's neck, his fingers fisting into the hair at his nape. “Ah, ah oh fuck, ” he whimpers as Eddie sets a pace, trying his best to bounce on his thighs but mostly letting Eddie take him along for the ride. Eddie grunts at the exertion and the angelic heat of Steve’s tight hole, overwhelmed by the needy way Steve clings to him as they move.
“That’s right, princess, take it just like that.” He snaps his hips up and Steve keens like he’s gravely injured, hands scrabbling over Eddie’s skin desperately.
“ Ah daddy, please, fuck, daddy, daddy, daddy, ” Steve slurs loudly, his pants aligning with Eddie’s thrusts as he seems to float completely from his body, taking everything Eddie gives him like a dream.
Eddie smirks and leans in to bite at Steve’s jaw before speaking hot into Steve’s ear, “There he is. Told you, sweetheart,”
Steve makes a face like he desperately wants to be annoyed through the deep haze he’s slipped into, but Eddie thrusts hard just in the right spot and his eyes flutter shut as he claws at Eddie’s back. Eddie’s almost sure that he draws blood, but he can’t bring himself to care as Steve clenches around him one more time, spurting a pitiful amount of cum over their chests. Eddie barely has time to grin proudly before his mouth drops into a silent oh and he’s filling up Steve again, his hips pummeled into Steve despite his pained whimpers and clawed hands over Eddie’s back. Eventually, Eddie manages to still himself and he drops his forehead to Steve’s shoulder, panting raggedly. He allows himself thirty seconds to gain the strength to move before gently maneuvering Steve to lie back, cringing as Steve whimpers. He pulls out as gingerly as he can and kisses Steve’s temple, whispering soft praises into his hair.
He pulls away and Steve cries out, his hands grabbing after Eddie. “Shh shh, Stevie, just gonna get you some water, okay?” He says, pretty sure Steve can’t hear him, or at least comprehend him, but his quiet loving tone seems to calm him enough subconsciously that he lets Eddie slip away, just long enough to gather a tray in the kitchen with two glasses of water, a poptart, and a warm damp cloth from the kitchen. When he gets back to the room, Steve hasn’t moved, his chest still rising and falling quickly, his eyes glassy and unfocused on the ceiling. Eddie leans close and kisses Steve’s cheek, guiding him upright enough to make him drink slow gulps of water. He wipes Steve clean, extra careful and soft around his tender thighs and spent hole. When he’s done, he pulls Steve close to him, hooking his arm around his shoulder and tracing patterns into Steve’s skin while he waits for him to come back to himself. Every point of contact with Steve feels like TV static on his sticky cooling skin in the best way possible.
It takes a long time but eventually Steve’s face forms into a gentle, blissed out smile and his eyes find Eddie. Eddie returns the smile happily and dips to kiss him tenderly, his hand brushing Steve’s jaw as he does so. They pull apart just far enough to breathe, their foreheads resting together.
“Hi,” Steve says softly and Eddie smiles broadly, kissing him again quick and chaste.
“Hi sweetheart,” He says back, brushing his thumb against Steve’s jaw.
“Done now?” Steve asks hopefully and Eddie can’t help but chuckle.
“Yeah, we’re done now. You did so good for me, baby,” Steve visibly preens at the praise.
“You too. Felt amazing, so good to me. Never felt like that before,” Steve yawns.
“Here, you should eat something, then we can go to bed,” Eddie says, passing Steve a Poptart, taking the other from the sleeve for himself.
“Gonna get crumbs on the bed,” Steve complains even as he bites into it and Eddie raises his brow at him.
“Pretty sure we’re gonna have to change the sheets anyway, Stevie,” He says and Steve giggles. He looks up at Eddie again and his face softens.
“Love you, Eds,” He says genuinely and Steve’s chest warms happily.
“Love you too Stevie,” He says with a smile. He kisses him sweetly again, loving how Steve’s tastes like the chocolate of the Poptart and his hand comes to rest sleepily on his bare chest. “Hey babe?” He says with a grin against Steve’s lips, prompting a tired but curious hum from him. “Best sex of my life.”