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Steve lets out a frustrated little puff of air, and Eddie can hear a whine building in the back of his throat as his cheeks bloom pink from exertion. He’s sweating, flushed and glassy-eyed, and he looks like he’s about to cry.
The whole thing pushes a savage little curl of warmth through Eddie’s chest, something satisfying worming its way through his brain as he watches him struggle, and he grabs Steve by the chin, angling his face up.
“What do you say?” he asks in a low voice, bending close enough to Steve’s face that he can see the faint dusting of freckles that cover his nose and cheeks. “After I went to all this trouble?”
Steve lets out another sound, pathetic and small, and Eddie watches as he flexes against the restraints tying him to the bed.
“Help me,” he says. His voice breaks, and his eyes fall shut. “Please.”
Eddie lets go and takes a step back, giving him a once-over. He does his best to keep his face impassive as he undoes his belt.
“Help you with what?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “You’re the one who begged for this.”
“Please,” Steve says again. “Just –”
“Begged and begged,” Eddie says. He unbuttons his jeans far enough to get his cock out and takes a step toward Steve. “Do you know who begs their boyfriends to tie them up?”
Steve licks his lips, eyes focused on Eddie’s cock as he comes closer. Eddie grabs him by the chin again, forcing him to focus.
“I asked you a question.”
Steve blinks, slow and dazed, and shakes his head as much as he can with Eddie holding his face.
“You don’t know?” Eddie asks. He squeezes Steve’s face harder, enough that his nails dig into the soft flesh of his cheeks. “I’ll tell you who. Sluts, Steve. Only sluts beg to be tied up like you did.”
Steve sucks in a sharp breath, mouth dropping open far enough that Eddie can’t resist pushing the head of his cock past the swollen pink line of his lips and into the heat of his mouth. He shifts his hand to the back of Steve’s head, fingers threading through his hair and tugging as he presses himself in further, watching the way Steve’s eyes stay trained on his face, watery and unblinking.
He pushes in until he hits the back of Steve’s throat and holds himself there, just long enough to see his face twitch, then he pulls back with a hand still fisted in his hair.
Steve comes away coughing, a string of drool connecting him back to Eddie.
“I’m going to ask you again,” Eddie says in a soft voice. “What do you say?”
Steve takes a shaky breath in, teeth dragging over his bottom lip.
“Thank you,” he says, arms still flexing. “Thank you for tying me up.”
Eddie raises his eyebrows. “And?”
“And I’m a slut,” Steve says. “And – please?”
His eyes drop back down to Eddie’s cock, and Eddie tightens his grip, until he snaps back up to his face. Eddie smiles and nods as he tips him forward again, feeding himself back into Steve’s mouth.
“Good boy.”