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Kiss me kiss me kiss me. Please kiss me.
Steve waited, but Eddie didn’t move any closer, so he took the hint. Steve thought it’d been a good date, an amazing date, but it would be alright if they didn’t do this right now. Even if it felt so right , and it left Steve wanting so deeply.
But he didn’t want to scare another person off because he was too much, too soon. That was the catch, right? He knew he was attractive. But that’s just it. He was just hot, stupid, boring Steve . And Steve? He had to earn people, had to show them how much he wanted to make them happy, so maybe they’d want to keep him around. He hadn’t been able to keep Nancy happy, so she didn’t stay. He wasn’t anything special. He couldn’t be what Tommy wanted, didn’t even know if Tommy was what he wanted. He wonders sometimes if he should’ve just stayed with him; let him keep Steve a dirty little secret, just so Steve would be able to feel wanted. Even if they’d never really love each other.
As spectacular and interesting and beautiful as his friends were, he still hadn’t found someone that looked at Steve and thought ‘yeah, that’s the one.’
And god, Eddie was such a beautiful person. He had stars in his eyes, a warmth to his words, and he was always unapologetically himself. He was everything Steve wanted, everything he wanted to be. He wouldn’t jeopardize the opportunity to try to make Eddie happy. He was ready to earn that.
He smiled, huffing the smallest laugh before breaking eye contact. He bit his lip again, thinking of how he would thank Eddie for such a wonderful da–
Eddie’s finger hooked under his chin again, tilting his head up. He leaned in closer, their chests a breath away and their fingers still tangled together. His eyes scanned Steve’s again, but Steve stayed. The look in his eyes was… raw, a fire in them that Steve had never really seen before.
His voice left him in a whisper, inaudible to his own ears; he was unsure if he even made a sound, “Ed–”
Eddie pushed their lips together gently, but firmly. It was a chaste kiss, testing the waters. Steve inhaled a sharp breath through his nose, a small noise forming in his throat as his hand darted up to grip Eddie's shirt, bunching the thin material. He leaned into it, melting into Eddie as he did his best to communicate that this was very much wanted, thank you.
Eddie pulled back, lips still brushing Steve's as he tried to look into his eyes. Still searching, still unsure. Well, that just wouldn't do. Steve surged forward, tilting his head up to meet Eddie's lips again. The little mmh that came from the other man's lips made his stomach flip, and the deep chuckle that followed made his knees weak.
This kiss was much more confident. His enthusiasm was met with equal fervor, lower lip catching in Eddie's teeth before being sucked on to soothe the bite. Eddie's fingers trailed along his jaw, that spark in his touch trailing across the side of Steve's neck before dropping down. Steve felt the light touch across his ribs, mapping a gentle path before gripping onto his waist. They met in the middle as it got hotter, each press of lips harder and faster and dirtier. He already thought the guy was hot as shit, but apparently he was an amazing kisser. Steve wanted to climb him like a damn tree.
He hadn't realized they were moving until he stopped at the shelf behind him, the flat side of it firm against his back. It made his mouth open in a small gasp, which Eddie took as an opportunity to swipe his tongue into Steve's mouth as their still-joined hands pressed above Steve's head. He heard a small whimper, and it took his mind a moment to process that the noise had come from him. Eddie plucked all of his strings, nudging his knees apart to slot his thigh between Steve's own and pulling a groan from deep in his chest.
Eddie's skin was buzzing, every point of contact between his and Steve's body setting him off like a live wire. He'd picked him up from the cafe expecting him to look delicious, as usual, and he was right.
His glasses framed his face in a way that made him look sweet , masculine features both highlighted and softened in a way that would only work on Steve. The cliff of his gorgeous jawline dropped off; cascaded down to his bare neck and broad shoulders. He looked strong, with a layer of softness draped carefully across. His shirt was unbuttoned just at the top, a dusting of chest hair peeking out; something Eddie had seen a preview of the night before. And his jeans, Christ.
But the thing that made Eddie want to bite him, shove him down and make him cry?
The fucker was wearing lipgloss. Maybe not exactly lipgloss, but something blush and shiny and Eddie wondered if it tastes like strawberry.
It tastes a little more like cherry.
He didn't necessarily know how he got here, but he wasn’t complaining. He remembers the teasing, the looks. The weight of Steve's stare was pleasantly new. There was an assuredness there; Eddie saw that Steve wanted. It was flattering. Who wouldn't want to be wanted by someone as beautiful as Steve?
But Eddie wanted to be sure. He likes Steve. He didn't know if he wanted to get into this if all Steve wanted was to get him in bed. But the more he talked with him, the more he learned about Steve Harrington, the more he found himself grounded in his original assumption of the man.
Steve Harrington is soft, kind, and interesting. He was so determined, so selfless. It made Eddie want him more.
So, maybe he did know how he got here. They'd come together like magnets, a weak force holding them apart before they would ultimately come together. Eddie wanted to see what Steve would do. He wanted Steve to be comfortable; he wouldn’t try something if it wasn’t welcome.
He wondered if that would help him know what Steve wanted from Eddie. But then Steve didn't just kiss him. He stepped back, a polite smile on his face like he hadn't been begging Eddie's mouth to meet his with just his eyes moments prior.
How could he resist that?
And then Steve had kissed him, pushing forward like Eddie was all he wanted? He didn’t do much thinking after that.
Steve made the prettiest noises, letting Eddie guide him as he pleased against the first available flat surface; each sweet sound swallowed whole. Eddie was dizzy with the taste of him, how each swipe of their tongues made him sink further into the feeling of Steve. As their spit mingled, their seams blurred where one ended and the other began. Eddie’s head spun with the sheer want in his bones.
Steve is a feast and Eddie is starving.
Steve pushed back. He gave as good as he got, and Eddie couldn't help but smile at the memory of the conversation in the car. He was truthful, that's for sure. But with every push, Eddie pushed harder.
He thinks Steve pushes just so that Eddie will shove. He bit at those sweet, pink cherry lips, gripping his waist and pulling him forward. He had Steve all but straddling his thigh, hips rocking up into his own. They were clearly on the same page, Steve’s interest making itself known through the hard line in his jeans. Their hands squeezed together onto the shelf above Steve’s head, Steve going easily and letting himself be pushed against the shelf, looking so at home there.
Steve pulled back, just a bit, and Eddie stopped. He pulled barely away, loosening his grip on Steve's hand and waist while backing his very hard dick away from Steve's hip.
"Steve?" He knew he was breathless, the word leaving him only just above a whisper. Their chests were so close, faces inches away, so Eddie hoped Steve heard him.
"I uh– we should probably–"
Oh, shit.
He backed up, face heating as he loosened his hand on Steve's even further. They were a full step away now, and Steve had a hurt look on his face.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, I got um– got a little carried away." He cleared his throat, the hand that dropped from Steve's waist now finding its way to the back of his own head, scratching it in a nervous gesture. "Are you– do you want to go?"
He didn't think Steve's face could look more hurt, heart twisting as Steve's eyes searched his.
"Do you want me to leave?"
Eddie averted his gaze, landing somewhere to the side on a KISS album. How ironic. "Well, I mean–" He sighed. "Not really–"
"Will you call me tomorrow?"
Eddie's brows furrowed, and he returned to the alluring depths of Steve's eyes. "I– what?"
"Eddie." Steve said, slow. He squeezed Eddie's hand before dropping it, opting instead to use both hands to hook into his belt loops and pull.
Yep, still hard.
"I want to go upstairs. Will. You. Call me. Tomorrow?" His brow was quirked, the small beginnings of a smirk on his lips, glasses skewed. He pressed their chests together, tilting his head up to look into Eddie's eyes. It exaggerated the minor height difference, Steve looking through his thick lashes.
Eddie's dick twitched.
Call me. He didn't want this to be a one time thing. Eddie could definitely get on board with that. He’d planned on calling anyways, but to get to fuck Steve, too?
What? He was an adult man with a healthy libido.
He nodded dumbly.
"Good. We probably um… shouldn't be down here? If your apartment is a little more private?" And oh, that's what he was trying to say.
"Yep, yes. Absolutely. Come on, Stevie." He led them to the stairs, trying not to fall and crack his face open like he did that one time in ninth grade. The sound of Steve's quiet laughter behind him got the kittens started up again, beating up the insides of his ribcage.
They ran under the large tapestry in the stairwell, laughing like teenagers as Eddie fumbled with his apartment key. It was a loft apartment, small but homey. And, thanks to Chrissy, empty.
Eddie had Steve pressed against the door as soon as he turned around, the combined weight of their bodies pushing it into the latch. His mouth claimed Steve’s again, hand moving to lock the deadbolt as he did his best to get the man in front of him begging.
Steve made a small noise in his throat, and Eddie loved every little sound he wrung from him. His lips trailed heated kisses along a warm neck, skin smooth just asking to be bitten. He nipped and sucked, reveling in the high-pitched whine he earned with a particularly hard bite.
“Fu-ck–Eddie–” Steve gasped, chest heaving as he scrambled to grasp Eddie’s upper arms, fingers digging into lean muscle.
“Yeah? What do you need, sweet thing?” He punctuated his words with another bite to Steve’s neck, the spot that had gotten him the loudest response. They kicked out of their shoes, Eddie shedding some of his layers. He didn’t have to worry about his roommate, so his jacket and overshirt landed unceremoniously on the floor. He found his way back to Steve’s neck as his soft cardigan joined Eddie’s pile.
“Gnh-please,” He breathed, and Eddie smiled into his skin.
“Please… what, darling?” His knee nudged Steve’s further apart, thigh sliding into that sweet space between. His hand slid under the hem of his button-down, feeling the smooth skin there. He felt his breath stutter as Eddie hovered his face inches from Steve’s; he couldn’t resist diving in for another filthy kiss.
The hands against his arms tightened and Eddie reveled in the way the sweet man against him arched his back, pressing as close as he could. He was so responsive.
They broke apart and Eddie’s body had a delightfully confusing reaction to the sight of Steve’s furrowed brows. His heart swelled and his dick twitched at the tilt of his head, the frustrated pout on the now puffy pink, spit-slicked lips. Eddie’s eyelids drooped, rolling his hips into Steve’s to see the frustration melt into a soft desperation.
“Please… what?” His grin was sharp, teasing. Honey brown eyes were swallowed by the black of Steve’s pupils; he gave an adorable sound, a higher-pitched, soft scoff. Bratty. Eddie’s pants were uncomfortably tight.
“Jesus–”
He hummed, “Just Eddie is fine.” Steve’s face was blazing red as he gave a delirious giggle, a playful smack against Eddie’s chest.
“Please touch me. ”
“Oh, but I am touching you,” He grips Steve’s hips, sliding his hands further behind to grip shapely cheeks. Steve grunted, knocking his head back against the door as he heaved a put-upon sigh. He was trying to sound irritated, but Eddie thought it fell short a bit.
Those sweet eyes met his again, and Eddie’s blood rushed in his ears as Steve bit his lip, dragging the heel of his foot around to hook his ankle behind Eddie’s knee.
“Take me to your bed, and fuck me.” He said, low. “Please.” Somehow both very confident, and adorably shy. Eddie ate it up.
His breath left him in a rush, hiking Steve up into his arms against the door, legs around his waist and ass firmly in his hands. Steve gave a surprised yelp; Eddie grinned against his lips.
“You– you’re strong.” Steve was breathless, holding on tight around Eddie’s neck as he was carried the short distance to the bedroom. Steve wasn’t small by any means, his own corded muscle flexing as he moved. He was only a couple of inches shorter than Eddie– and Eddie was the tallest of anyone he ever hung out with. He just chuckled, kicking his (thankfully ajar) door fully open so he could deposit his precious cargo onto the sheets.
It was a relatively smooth glide– Steve landed on his back as Eddie followed the fall, knees hitting the mattress so that he could crawl across the other man’s body and get his lips back where they belonged–touching Steve.
The kiss was more demanding and sloppier than before, no longer holding back. Eddie delighted in moans and rolling hips when he bit at Steve’s tender lips or sucked his tongue. His hand trailed down Steve’s chest, unbuttoning the adorable shirt to reveal more soft skin, the thatch of chest hair he’s only gotten peeks of now on full display. He intended to pick Steve apart, make this as enjoyable as he could. He wanted to see Steve writhe beneath him , begging Eddie to fuck him harder and more.
Steve’s shirt was completely unbuttoned, Eddie’s hands roaming and squeezing as he delighted in the gasps he was given in return. He slid his right hand further down, firmly cupping Steve’s dick through his jeans. Those sinful fucking jeans. They clung to his shape in ways that Eddie wishes he could, his hard cock straining the front. As much as he enjoyed the close-up of the clothing he’d ogled all day, he couldn’t help but want to tear them off.
“Off–” Steve yanked at the hem of Eddie’s shirt, his demand muffled by his unwillingness to part from searching lips and tongue. Eddie’s answering huff, a small little laugh, earned him a cheeky nip from the man under him.
Eddie leaned back, sitting in the warm space between Steve’s thighs as he pulled his shirt over his head, chunking it somewhere on the floor. He was ready to dive back in, shimmy Steve out of his own shirt, but the sight of the man in his bed made him pause.
Steve already looked absolutely fucked out, still mostly clothed and face flushed the prettiest shade of pink. His mouth was just slightly agape; he looked in awe of Eddie’s now bare torso, and a swell of pride pushed its way into Eddie’s chest.
“See something you like, sweetness?” Eddie’s hands trailed down to squeeze Steve’s thighs, hiking them a little more onto his narrow hips. He wanted Steve as close to being in his lap as he could get him. Steve nodded, and Eddie sucked in his bottom lip, his smirk playful.
Steve’s hand trailed to Eddie’s left hand on his thigh, toying with the rings there. Their interest hadn’t dwindled, the heat simmering low as they took a moment to breathe. Eddie thought Steve was beautiful like this. He took the smudged glasses from its perch on Steve’s nose, folding them closed neatly and placing them on the nightstand.
Eddie leaned down to reclaim Steve’s lips, a softer kiss than before. Wanting, searching for something tender. The little nip he gave to a plush bottom lip could hardly be called one, and Eddie pulled at the hem of the unbuttoned shirt still on Steve’s shoulders. “Off.”
Steve smiled against his lip, a single, tiny laugh escaping him. They sat up together, Steve’s thighs still bracketing Eddie’s hips as he shrugged off the offending fabric. He trailed fingers across Eddie’s chest, following the swoops and lines of the ink Eddie carried everywhere. It was soft, warm, and sent sparks down his spine. They reconnected, kisses growing to the roaring flame they had tamed for a moment.
Eddie gripped Steve’s hips, hiking him further into his lap and pulling him down into a dirty grind. They both groaned, and he needed to get them out of their pants, like, yesterday.
Steve seemed to be on the same page. “Eddie– fuck, I need you to be naked. I need you to be naked 45 minutes ago.” He whined, grinding down into Eddie’s lap.
Eddie chuckled, dimples pinching as his hands trailed up to a trim waist. “We were in public 45 minutes ago, sweetheart.”
“I stand by my statement. Just– strip–” Eddie scraped his nails further, one hand on Steve’s waist and the other trailing up to soft chestnut waves. His right hand weaved itself between the strands of hair at the nape of Steve’s head, and Eddie had a feeling he could try something.
His nails gently scraped again, rubbing Steve’s scalp and making him shiver. When his fingers straightened again, he gripped and pulled.
“Anh–!” Steve’s body was drawn tight like a bowstring, eyes widening. That pretty flush on his cheeks grew, trailing pink hues onto his chest. Eddie maintained his grip.
“How about we try that again, baby, hm?” Steve whimpered, eyes fluttering back into his skull for a second. “I’ll let you go, and you can strip for me…” His eyes searched Steve’s, knowing his grip wasn’t too tight, just teetering on the edge of not-quite-pain. He wanted to make sure this was wanted, he didn’t want to push too hard. Not their first time.
Steve, seemingly perfect in every way, sensed something in Eddie’s gaze. His eyes were soft, and he gave a small attempt at a nod and a mhmm .
Eddie’s grin softened a bit, before he leaned in to bite at the soft skin of Steve’s neck again. “And then I may let you help me out of my clothes. Deal?”
Steve’s hands, resting just-so on Eddie’s chest, squeezed tight. “Please–” Steve cut himself off with a whimper, “yes.”
Eddie hummed, kissing the space he’d abused. “Go ahead, baby.” Steve’s hair slipped from Eddie’s hold, soothed by a gentle scrape against his scalp. Eddie delighted in the little shiver before Steve shuffled out of his lap, immediately going for the button of his jeans and stripping. Just like Eddie asked.
Eddie smiled, leaning across the bed to pull lube from the top drawer of his nightstand. After a moment of searching in his bottom drawer, he found the box of condoms he kept for the rare occasions he hooked up with someone. He’d only been with one other guy in Indianapolis, and it was very quick, very anonymous.
Steve was down to his underwear, looking unsure. Eddie slid to the side of the bed, pulling Steve to stand between his legs. His hands teased the elastic band, mouth watering at the protruding tent almost eye-level with him. He leaned down to kiss right at the start of Steve’s Adonis belt, and experimentally began biting in the way Steve seemed to enjoy on his neck. The sudden audible gasp from above answered that.
“Do you want these off, Stevie?” He asked, soft. His thumbs fiddled with the band, and Steve bit his lip.
“God, yes, please Eddie.”
“Well then, keep going. Don’t stop on my account.” Eddie grinned, pulling his hands away and leaning back onto them on the bed. Steve’s answering pout was adorable, but there was a note of determination in his gaze. He stood taller, peeling away his last layer.
Eddie’s gaze dragged heavily down, his dick twitching as the last bit of Steve was exposed. And oh, what a sight. The dip that trailed into his boxers framed the tops of those muscular thighs, just a bit of softness to them that Eddie wanted to sink his teeth into. He was achingly hard, his pretty cock flushed and dripping where it tilted up in a charming curve. He was of above average length, and he really was thick all the way around, wasn’t he? Eddie wanted him to fuck his throat.
Steve didn’t know where to put his hands, and Eddie knew his intense stare probably wasn’t helping. He was flustered, and Eddie pushed down the little thrill that caused, knowing he needed to keep himself in check tonight.
“Beautiful, sweet thing. D’you want to help me?” His eyes gestured to his own pants, his own hands not moving from where he was still propped up, leaning back to take in his view.
Steve nodded, eager, and dropped to his knees. He wasn’t an overly vocal lover, other than the soft sounds he made in his throat, and Eddie wondered if it had to do with his hearing loss. He didn’t mind, finding that the wide eyes and eager gestures made him sweeter, someone soft that Eddie needed to care for. That was really doing it for him.
Steve worked at his pants, and Eddie helped him along. He didn’t really want to drag out the foreplay too long, since he’d been ridiculously hard for an indiscriminate amount of time at this point.
When his cock was freed, Steve’s jaw went a little slack. That awed look at Eddie’s chest was back, and if Eddie didn’t know any better, he’d say the man went cross-eyed.
Eddie wasn’t small. He knew that. His past lovers and pubescent google searches ensured that he knew that. But there was something about the way Steve approached Eddie, wide-eyed and eager, that made him preen under the scrutiny.
Steve’s eyes met his, a silent question, and Eddie felt his dick jump. Perfect. He’s perfect.
“You want me in your mouth? Or do you want me to fuck you?” Eddie petted Steve’s hair, nails scratching to elicit another shiver.
“Both.” Steve sighed, eyes lidded. “It’s um– it’s been a while.”
Eddie smiled. “Since you’ve been fucked? Or sucked dick?”
“...Both.” Steve bit his lower lip, glancing down at the view. Eddie groaned, tilting his head back a bit.
“Fuck, okay baby. I’ll be gentle.” He looked down to Steve, who sat up abruptly to plant a searing kiss to Eddie’s lips, before dropping back down and taking him in hand.
“Please don’t,” his tongue licked a broad stripe up Eddie’s shaft, base to steadily leaking tip, before he took him in his mouth. It pulled a low groan from Eddie; Steve kept his eyes open, heavy lidded and pointed upward.
And fuck, was he pretty. Eddie kept his hand on that soft hair, his touch gentle as he let Steve adjust to his length. At first he just focused on the tip, hand working where his mouth couldn’t reach. Gradually, he took inch by inch until Eddie’s cock was bumping the back of his throat, slipping further than Eddie was used to anyone taking, much less someone who’d claimed it’d been a while. His lips were stretched obscenely around the girth of him, and Eddie wishes he had a photographic memory.
Steve pulled off to take a sharp breath, drool mixed with precum spilling from his abused lips and tears welling at the seams of wide, puppy dog eyes. He gasped a little, and when he looked ready to dive back in, Eddie gripped his hair and pulled.
Eddie grinned at Steve’s high-pitched whine, dipping his head to kiss him again. Steve gave a shocked moan, like that was the last thing he expected, and Eddie felt a thrill rush through him.
“Gonna fuck your face, baby, that okay?” He said against Steve’s lips, and the responding moan and jerky nod made him thank whatever deity graced him with Steve fucking Harrington.
“Tap my thigh if you need me to stop, and I’ll stop. I want you to feel good, sweet thing.” Eddie’s thumb brushed Steve’s bottom lip, and there were stars in his eyes. He got another eager nod, but he wanted verbal confirmation.
“Do you want that? Tell me what you need, Stevie.” He kept his caress gentle and sweet, finding recognition in those starry eyes.
“Need you to– need you to fuck my face before you fuck me.” He rasped, voice deep and rough already. Eddie groaned, his cock kicking in response. He pulled him forward to feed it to him, Eddie’s veins thrumming with heat as Steve took it in greedily, relaxing his jaw and throat.
Eddie started slow; deep, rolling thrusts tested Steve’s comfort. Unsurprisingly, that display told him all he needed to know. Steve could take a good throat-fucking. He picked up the pace just a little bit, marveling at Steve’s fluttering lashes beading at the corners with wet tears. He groaned at the hitch in speed, letting Eddie use him.
“Stevie, fuck– baby, your fucking mouth–” Another groan, and Eddie was floored at the way his eyes rolled back. Praise kink, huh?
“So good for me, Steve–” his own voice was wrecked, moaning and panting as drool pools at his base and down his balls. If he wasn’t careful, he’d end up coming from Steve’s tongue. And that was not the plan for his hot date. He pulled him off, the same gasping breaths coming from the beautiful man in front of him.
“C’mon, Stevie. I wanna get my hands on you.” He guided him up, helping him lay back against the bed. Steve was eager, pliant as Eddie moved him and hitched his legs up.
Eddie took a moment to admire the view, slicking his fingers with the lube he’d thrown onto the bed. Steve looked far off, floating. “You okay there, sweetness?” He leaned forward, capturing Steve’s lips in a kiss that jolted him.
“Hm, yes, I’m sorry,” Steve cleared his throat, the gravel in his voice spreading heat through Eddie’s veins. “Jus’ feel good.” Steve smiled, a little more aware. Eddie’s heart swelled.
“Wanna keep going?” He asked, gentle. Steve’s brows furrowed, and fuck, that confused face shouldn’t get him going as much as it did.
“Yeah, yes, please.” His face was bright red, and it was sweet how he could be flustered after letting Eddie fuck his throat within the past 2 minutes.
“Okay. Relax, baby.” Steve sighed as Eddie prodded his soft rim with a slick finger, easing inside. He kissed Steve sweetly as he explored the quivering heat, teasing a second finger as he felt the muscles relax. Steve hummed at the scissoring motions, breath hitching as Eddie leaned above his hole, a slow drip of spit falling to join another skilled finger.
Eddie skirted past Steve’s prostate, teasing and enjoying his reactions to the slow stretch of Eddie’s digits prodding him open. When he felt like Steve had gotten relaxed enough, he dragged the pad of his fingers across the sweet spot as he curled them upward.
Steve yelped, eyes wide and hands fisting the sheets. “Ed! Shit, Eddie, c’mon, please. I’m ready.” He gasped, rocking back against his hand.
Eddie leaned forward, kissing just below Steve’s neglected cockhead, gathering the salty taste of his sweetheart on his tongue. He took his time, humming at the smooth glide as he bobbed his head along Steve’s length. The responses were intoxicating; every swipe of Eddie’s tongue pulled out a groan, every quirk of his fingers a gasp. He took his time, enjoying unraveling Steve at the seams to leave him a mumbling, shaking mess.
He pointed his tongue to press a firm line under the glans, rolling it hard against the frenulum as he rubbed at Steve’s prostate. Steve nearly screamed, his legs shaking as he desperately gripped the sheets and begged.
“Nonono please, Eddie please I’m gonna cum if you don’t– st–ah–” He keened, thrusting upwards into Eddie’s mouth. “Please–”
It tore a groan from Eddie as he pulled back, reaching for the condom with his clean hand and using his teeth to rip it open. Steve watched him, breaths coming in deep huffs.
Eddie gripped himself, squeezing as his dick pulsed in his palm. He sighed, tongue sticking out onto his lip as he rolled the condom on and grabbed more lube.
His eyes met Steve’s, and he gave a soft smile. “Ready, Stevie?”
Steve gave an enthusiastic nod, “Yes, yes, I’m so ready–”
He lined up and rubbed himself against Steve’s relaxed, wet entrance, pushing forward slowly when his tip caught at Steve’s rim. They both groaned, and Eddie couldn’t help but want the sound to play on repeat in his head. He was sucked in, inch by inch, and Steve took it beautifully. He was tight, but Eddie could feel how relaxed Steve’s muscles were as he breathed through the sting. It was a relatively easy glide, and Eddie let out a gasp as his hips met Steve’s ass.
“Okay?” He asked, words a little pinched as he forced himself to keep still. Steve just shuddered a sigh, nodding.
“Move, Eds. You won’t break me.”
The view was incredible, the backs of Steve’s knees in his grip as he leaned down to kiss him again. It was soft, just on the edge of dirty with the slow drag of Eddie’s tongue. He gave an experimental grind, and Steve cried out against his lips.
“FF- Fuck–”
“That’s what’s happening, baby.”
Steve’s giggle was cut off with a groan as Eddie started to slowly pull back “Fuck you–”
Eddie’s low hum stopped as his hips stilled, watching the way Steve’s eyes blazed with a put-upon annoyance. So bratty.
“Maybe next time.” He canted his hips forward, thrusting with a roll in his movement. Steve’s cry was choked off, and Eddie figured he’d found–
“Right there! Don’t stop!” And Eddie’s pace quickened, spurred on by the noises coming from his sweet little lover. He was so timid, so quiet, right up until you put a dick in him.
Good to know.
It seemed like Steve was doing just fine, so he let himself fuck into him with more enthusiasm, the harsh sound of skin against skin filling the room as his thrusts reached a feverish pace. He folded Steve in half, punched-out moans making Eddie’s toes curl. He was glad the apartment was empty; Steve was being loud, cut off by the little ah ah ah’s which were slowly burrowing their way into Eddie’s long-term memory.
They must’ve both been pretty pent-up because as Eddie was worried about getting close, Steve’s legs started shaking in his grip and his voice raised an octave.
Eddie gasped, panting heavily through his words. “Touch yourself, Steve.” Steve gave a responding high-pitched whine, wrapping his hand around his bobbing dick to jerk himself off.
“You close?” He grunted, his rhythm stuttering as he staved off his own orgasm.
Steve nodded, desperate and fast. “Fucking– yes!”
“Then cum for me, babygirl.”
Steve’s eyes widened, mouth open as he came with a crying shout, spurts of cum shooting onto his stomach and chest. His eyes rolled back as Eddie fucked him through it, going ever-so-slightly cross-eyed when he approached overstimulation. Eddie pushed in once, twice, groaning low and pressing hard against Steve’s ass as he came, grinding into him and filling the condom.
He caught himself on his forearms, face nuzzling into Steve’s sweaty neck as they both caught their breath. His bones felt like jelly, but he kissed the damp skin there as he pulled away to pull out and toss the condom in the trash can beside his desk. Steve watched him, brows furrowing slightly as Eddie went for the door.
He smiled, kissing Steve’s sweaty forehead. “Gotta clean you up, sweetheart.” Steve’s eyes softened, a sweet smile on his face as he nodded.
Eddie jogged, fully naked, into the little bathroom in the hall to get a washrag and run it under some warm water. He made his way back into his bedroom, his stomach swooping at the sight of the gorgeous man spread across the sheets.
Steve stretched out, almost purring as Eddie cleaned their mess from his chest, stomach, and lube-smeared cheeks.
He tossed the rag back to where he had thrown his shirt before, not bothering to check where it landed as he crawled in beside Steve, flopping with a huff.
Steve laughed. “You good there, Eddie?”
Eddie hummed happily. “Oh, so much better than just good .” He stretched, reaching for Steve and making grabby hands. “C’mere, I’m a cuddler.”
Steve bit his lip to contain the grin forming, a soft laugh between them as he crawled into Eddie’s arms. Eddie pulled him close, pressing a lasting kiss on his lips before letting him nuzzle into Eddie’s neck.
“Good, me too.”
Eddie just smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of fluffy hair.
“So, I kinda have a little crush on you.” Steve sighed, rubbing his nose against the juncture of Eddie’s neck and shoulder. “Kinda embarrassing, hm?”
Eddie gasped, hand covering his mouth. “Only a little crush? I’ve got a massive crush on you, sweet thing. Hope that doesn’t scare you away.” He laced his tone with dramatics, trying to hide the fact that he was nervous about scaring him away.
Steve just laughed, “well, that’s a relief. I lied. My crush is enormous. I’m obsessed with you, and you’ll just have to come to terms with that.”
They giggled, an air of hysterics that made them sound like teenagers smoking weed for the first time. Their laughs became lost between lips, kissing in an unhurried push-and-pull. They had just settled down, pulling the blanket over them to take a nap as Steve broke the silence.
He laughed, “Is that Will’s painting of me?”