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They made it to the guest room, shockingly. A feat of Eddie's persistence and Steve's constant burgeoning need to fight him on it.
He was so tired, body loose and relaxed in a way he wasn't sure he'd ever experienced.
He went through the aftercare in a haze. There were clips of it flashing behind his eyes. Eddie cleaning him with a wash clothe, finally stripping his come covered shirt from his body, heralding him into the guest bed while simultaneously having to deal with Steve's whining.
He'd been so tired that he passed out almost immediately, Eddie spooning him from behind.
It was a much better experience than his first time fumbling through his virginity with a girl in high school.
Steve woke up blearily, hyper aware of the pressure of an arm tossed over his waist.
Eddie was breathing quietly into his ear, his hips pushed flush to Steve's ass and-
Oh. Steve's hands gripped at the bedsheets, still too tired to fully open his eyes. He could feel Eddie's cock flush against him. Hard and hot. It kicked with the pulse of his blood, a rhythmic thump that was making Steve's entire body tingle.
He tried to be subtle about it.
He shifted a little, felt Eddie's cock slide between his cheeks. Sliding right where he wanted it. He was still sore from the previous night and the feeling was indescribable.
Steve keened high in the back of his throat, choking back the noise because it could wake Eddie. He just wanted to rub against him a little. It felt so good that he didn't want to stop. He arched his back involuntarily and just like that, a hand gripped his hip hard and stopped him. Pinning him in place.
"Mmm, you tryin' to start something?" Fuck. Eddie's morning voice was...something else. Steve had heard him talk in the mornings, sure. But this was different. This was deeper and rougher and fucking golden.
"No-" Steve whined as Eddie's hand squeezed, blunt fingernails piercing into his skin. "I'm not. You started it."
Eddie laughed, warm and soft, as he trailed his lips over Steve's neck. It was sore from when Eddie bit at it the night prior. Sore just like the rest of his body. He was growing to love the feeling.
"Did I now? Because I think I just woke up to you grinding your ass on me," Eddie's hand smoothed over his side, reaching for his thigh and lifting it until Steve got the hint and held it there. "Did you think you could get my cock in you without me noticing?"
Steve let his head fall back, pushing up under Eddie's chin. He whined loudly as Eddie wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking him slowly.
"Didn't- I wasn't gonna-" Steve didn't have enough braincells to think. He was too focused on how amazing Eddie's hand felt. How sore his thighs were. How Eddie's cock was still searingly hot against his ass. God. He wanted to fuck again.
"Sure you weren't. Couldn't anyway, baby. What were you gonna do? Take me dry?" Eddie pinched the head of his dick between two fingers and Steve bucked into the sting of it, cursing up a storm. "You could at least spit on my dick before you try."
Eddie knew exactly what that would do to Steve.Oh fucking hell.
Steve whined so loudly, squirmed so hard, that he was honestly alarmed with himself. He lost control of his body completely. It felt like a tantrum, in the weirdest way.
It was over in an instant as Eddie clamped his entire arm around Steve's throat and used the other to pin his hips in place.
"Stop that." Steve was so fucked up. He had to have some wires crossed in his brain because Eddie had him in a fucking chokehold and he was hissing at him like he was honestly ready to slap him and fuck, his cock was absolutely leaking. "Calm down or I'm gonna make you take a cold shower."
Steve struggled against Eddie's hold, just to feel his bicep flex against him. His blood was pumping so hard, he thought he might pass out. Eddie wasn't even choking him and he still felt faint.
"You wouldn't do that." He gasped, pushing his hips back into Eddie's, grinding hard into him.
Eddie set his mouth to Steve's ear, "Keep testing me and find out."
Steve had no fucking clue what had come over him but he wasn't stopping. He kept struggling. He was enjoying it.
"Fuck me, please. Just- put it in me. Please? Please do it. I want it, I want-"
"Steve. Behave."
"I don't want to- just, fucking do it already-"
Eddie pulled back, dragging Steve around to face him. He expected a slap across the face or maybe even his ass. That's not what he got.
"If you're not gonna shut up and be good, I'll just have to shut you up myself." Oh fuck yes. Yes. Steve wanted that. He wanted that so bad.
Eddie sprawled onto his back and pushed Steve between his legs, grabbing him roughly by his hair. There was no preamble, no checking in. Steve was fine though. He knew how to stop Eddie if it got to be too much.
Steve was a slut for it, his mouth already gaping open as Eddie pushed him down onto his cock, his throat convulsing wildly as he groaned around it. He loved this so much, loved being full of Eddie, anywhere he could get him. Spit bubbles at the corners of his mouth and he felt full. It wasn't in the way he'd originally intended but Steve didn't mind that much.
Eddie pulled him on and off with rough fingers, punched out noises falling from his lips. Steve had never seen him look so wild. So beautiful. His hair was a mess and his face was tinted red with arousal.
"You've got a fucking attitude problem sometimes, you know that?" His words were strained, the tendons standing out on his arms and neck as he started to thrust his hips into Steve's mouth. It was a violent cacophony compared to the other times Steve had gone down on Eddie. It only made him want more.
Steve groaned out a noise, a possible 'nah-uh' that came out gargled and disgusting. He didn't have an attitude problem. Or he wouldn't admit to having one.
He could hardly breathe and every time he tried, he felt his throat convulse and flutter around the head of Eddie's cock. Holy fuck, he was lightheaded in the best way.
And then Eddie lifted a leg and draped his knee over Steve's shoulder. Pushed him all the way down onto Eddie's cock and just. Held him there.
Steve's eyes were streaming and his stomach was protesting. The noises were awful and loud. It made his balls ache, listening to himself gag. He loved it. He wanted to record it and listen to it later. Beat off to it in the privacy of his own apartment. Maybe have Eddie take a picture of him like this, cock buried all the way down his throat, complete with bloodshot eyes.
"If you throw up, I'm not gonna stop." Eddie said in warning. Steve knew Eddie was lying. He was mean but he wasn't that mean. Still, the fear behind that statement only made Steve whine more, until Eddie pulled him off his cock and held him there by his hair.
"Spit on it," Eddie demanded, using his other hand to aim his cockhead at Steve's swollen mouth. Steve's eyes really did roll back for a moment then. He looked into Eddie's eyes, sure that his own were watery and full of stars, before he did it. He spit, watching the glide of it slide down Eddie's shaft. It was disgusting, honestly. And it only made Steve more desperate.
"Now clean it up."
He was fucking shaking, his entire body was shaking.
He went to get Eddie back in his mouth but the other man held his hair so tight, it made more tears bead in Steve's eyes.
"Nah-uh. Lick it up, baby." Steve did just that, tongue gliding over Eddie's cock obscenely. Steve was moaning into it, rubbing the flat of his tongue all over his shaft like some kind of animal. "Sloppy little bitch, aren't you?"
Steve just started crying, "Oh god oh god daddy- please. Please let me- do something. Please?" He'd never felt this desperate before.
Eddie's resolve snapped and he was hauling Steve around again, this time into his lap.
"Give me your cock, please daddy?" Steve whimpered, trying his hardest to win the other man over. Eddie groaned, long and low, like Steve was actually killing him.
He reached for the side table and Steve had the vaguest thought that it was funny that he'd brought lube in here with them last night. Eddie was so prepared and smart.
"C'mere, baby." Steve practically preened, a fact that would embarrass him later. He straddled Eddie and sighed as the other man pressed two slick fingers to his hole, quickly pushing in and spreading them in an effort to speed the process up.
"Wanna be good now that I'm giving you it, huh?" Eddie looked so....Steve couldn't help but think of the word enticing, as he lined his cock up to Steve's hole and pushed in. "Not gonna throw a tantrum anymore?"
Steve didn't even take a second to rest and adjust, he just did what felt natural. He placed his hands on Eddie's stomach and swiveled his hips down, head falling back at the feeling.
"Got what I wanted in the end." He bit his lip, smirking at Eddie. His face was still wet, drool clinging to his chin. He'd never felt sexier.
A hand clipped his face and Steve laughed, head snapping to the side from Eddie's slap.
"God, you're something else. Gonna start laughing every time I hurt you now?" Eddie looked mesmerized and Steve loved it. He also loved the way his dick was stretching all the sore parts inside him.
"Depends," Steve was restless, hips fully in control of his brain. "Are you gonna be a pussy every time you hit me?"
Eddie looked stunned and amused. It wasn't the reaction Steve wanted. He wanted Eddie to take over. To bounce him on his lap and make him take it.
Instead, Eddie settled against the bed, resting his arms behind his head. Relaxed and unbothered. Like Steve wasn't riding him into oblivion.
Steve whined, fingernails scraping over the other man's chest in retaliation. Eddie only smiled at him.
"Daddy." Steve's teeth were gritted, he felt like clawing Eddie. Drawing blood. Biting him. He wanted him to give him what he wanted.
"Yeah? You wanna keep acting possessed?" Eddie's eyes were hooded and his mouth was set in a thin, mean line. Steve's cock jumped against his stomach, jostled along by his movements. Frustration welled up inside him as he tried to hit that spot inside him.
"What happened to my sweet little boy?" Eddie tilted his head at him and Steve only hissed in response. "You know what to do to get what you want."
Steve's hips shook and he beat his hands down on Eddie's chest softly, tears pricking his eyes. He just wanted-
"Daddy. Please- can you just-"
"Try again."
Steve groaned again, annoyed and turned on like nothing else. His hole ached and his thighs and hurt and he just wanted Eddie to take care of him.
"I'm so sorry for- for being a brat. Will you....will you take over?" He was panting, his hips were moving frantically and he wanted Eddie's hands on him. Wanted Eddie to pound into him like he had last night.
"There we go, angel. Was that so hard?" Then Eddie had those wonderful hands wrapped around his hips and he was pushing his own thighs up, drilling up into Steve at a feverish pace.
Steve couldn't stay up, his legs and arms gave out and he fell forward. His arms bracketed Eddie's face and he had to- he needed-
Their lips met, opened mouth and messy as Eddie fucked into him. Steve was making high pitched noises, his whole brain melting down to 'Cock, cock, cock' like he couldn't focus on anything else. He wasn't even kissing back. He was just moaning into Eddie's mouth and letting him lick obscenely at the curve of his lips.
"So much better when you do it," Steve whined, eyes screwing shut. He pressed his face into Eddie's neck, his safe place. His dick throbbed where it was trapped in between their bodies.
"Daddy, so much better."
He was babbling nonsense and Eddie was panting hard, working up a sweat as he tried his best to bounce Steve in his lap.
"God I fucking love your cock-" Steve moaned, only barely aware that he was being too honest.
"Love it inside me."
"C'mon, love. Fucking come on me, get daddy messy." Eddie slapped his ass hard enough that Steve had to latch onto his shoulder, teeth sinking in hard.
They came at the same time, Eddie buried to the hilt and Steve licking at the wound he'd inflicted against Eddie's skin.
It was electric, so intense that Steve's body was shaking from it. His thighs quivered and he let out a cry of relief as Eddie filled him up, his hips finally coming to a stop.
"Love when you don't pull out." Steve wiggled his hips just a bit, felt the slickness drip down between them. Eddie hissed, oversensitive and softening.
"We've only fucked twice, cutie. How would you know?" Eddie laughed as he gently extracted his dick, always so considerate of Steve's pain threshold.
Steve sagged against his chest, very aware that he was making a worse mess, smearing his own come between them. Eddie simply kissed the top of his head and wrapped his arms around Steve's waist, hugging him hard.
"Guess you'll just have to keep it up." They were both still panting and he felt....so light. Happy. "Means you can't ever pull out before you come again."
"Is that so? So I have to come inside you every time?"
Steve hummed happily, pressing a messy kiss to the bite mark he'd left on Eddie's shoulder.
"Mhm. In my mouth or in my ass. No excuses." Eddie laughed, his chest vibrating underneath Steve. He squeezed his arms around him, like some kind of extra affectionate octopus.
"What if wanna come on your pretty face? Or your tits?" Eddie asked, voice full of mischief. Steve inhaled loudly, letting out a shaky breath.
He sat up a little, even as Eddie protested.
"But what if I just want a piece of you inside me? For a little bit?"
Steve couldn't describe the look on Eddie's face. If he was naive, he'd call it pure admiration. Maybe infatuation. He didn't know.
But Eddie sat up and kissed him soundly, pressing their lips together for a few seconds.
"You're something else, Steve Harrington."
—
They did actually take a real shower after their early morning romp, thank god. Steve felt pretty gross and he'd forgotten his toothbrush this time, in his haste to get to Eddie's.
Eddie had an extra though, unopened in his cabinet. Steve couldn't help but stare at it sitting in a cup by the sink. It felt important somehow, having it be a permanent fixture in Eddie's house.
When he wandered out of the bathroom, he found Eddie making a late breakfast in the kitchen.
"Hey, pretty boy." He slid a plate of eggs over to Steve as he sat down at his expansive bar. "How are we doin' today? Feeling any better?"
Steve knew he was referring to his meltdown. And yeah, actually. He was feeling a bit better.
"I'm alright," He started eating slowly, trying to find his words. "I'm worried, a little. About my parents. But to be honest, I don't see them much nowadays. Or I try not to, so."
Eddie leaned on the other side of the counter, hands spread out wide on top of it.
"I'm sorry you feel like you have to avoid them, Steve." And he did look sorry. Eddie genuinely looked worried for him. "I'm also sorry for going so hard last night. And this morning. You look like you got mauled by a bear."
Steve tilted his head in faux consideration. He didn’t want to talk about his parents. He wanted to tease Eddie instead.
"Hmm, don't think it was a bear. Maybe a puppy?"
Eddie eyes widened, mouth dropping open.
"Take that back."
Steve smiled around his fork, cheeky and free. He shook his head at Eddie.
"Mmm, nope. Don't think I will."
"I am at least a lion. Maybe a tiger."
Steve couldn't help but giggle at the way Eddie dramatically threw his arms around. He was so fucking stupidly cute.
God. Steve was down bad.
He smiled softly at Eddie and answered his previous question. "I'm fine. More than fine, actually. That was maybe the hottest sex I've ever had in my life. Scratch that. It definitely was."
Eddies ego looked suitably fluffed at that.
A thought struck Steve, discordant and random.
"Do you ever bottom?" He asked, expecting Eddie to act cagey or weird about it. Instead, he just laughed.
"I mean, I have. Yeah. I....don't really enjoy it? I've done prostate play and that's fun and all but it's never really been my thing. Maybe I'm not sensitive enough or something."
Steve could tell he wasn't lying.
"But if you wanna try that, I'm more than willing."
Steve thought about it for a second. "I don't know....maybe one day? Maybe. I'm in no rush. The idea of topping you is so far out in my brain. I know that sounds stupid."
Steve felt a little dumb, saying it out loud. He knew sex positions had no bearing on your will to submit or dominate. It’s just….how he felt about it. For now.
"It doesn't," Eddie reassured him. "There's nothing wrong with having a preference, Steve. Don't let anybody tell you there is. You can like what you want to like and that's fine. You can change your mind one day and that would be alright. You could never change your mind and that would ALSO be alright."
Steve nodded fast, taking in the protective way Eddie spoke to him.
The conversation picked at a thread in Steve's brain, though. It made him want to ask more questions, as he pushed away his finished plate.
Eddie must have a lot of sex. How was he having so much sex?
"Aren't you ever like...tired of fucking?"
Eddie smiled at him, all confused and sweet.
"Don't think I could ever get tired of fucking you, babe." That made things even more confusing.
"No I meant..." Steve took a deep breath. He could ask. He needed to. He wanted to know. "Like. If you have other subs then...how much sex are you having? Cus like I don't want your dick to fall off."
He tried to play it off like a joke but Eddie only stared at him blankly.
"Oh." Eddie said, something like realization painting across his features. "Oh. I thought I told you. I don't fool around with my other subs."
Steve was floored.
He stared at Eddie, mouth gaped open stupidly.
"What...?"
Eddie took pity on him. "It's....kind of more of a pain thing? I help them with that, we do some small amount of after care, they leave."
Steve still felt confused as fuck. "But why?" He asked.
"It's a release for me too. Not just them."
Steve wasn't sure if he hated that or not. On the one hand, it meant he was only fucking Steve. Which was amazing. Wonderful. Fantastic.
But then it also meant that Eddie was getting something from someone who wasn't Steve. It made Steve feel kind of like a terrible sub, truth be told. It wasn't Eddie's fault, he knew that. He just felt...kind of sad about it.
"But you don't sleep with them? Ever?" He had to clarify.
Eddies expression changed and he looked....cagey. In a way that Eddie usually didn't look. Ever.
"I- well, I used to. Sleep with one of them, I mean. But that was before-" He cut himself off abruptly and Steve squinted at him, trying to discern his expression. "Uh. Before. Anyway, I don't. So."
It felt awkward. It felt like Steve had asked something incredibly awkward. And then Eddie managed to make it worse, which was usually Steve's job.
"Are you....seeing anyone else?" He asked tentatively. Huh.
"No, not at all." Steve laughed self deprecatingly.
"It's fine if you are!" Eddie rushed to reassure him. "Just. Make sure you know their test results and you know, keep yourself safe."
Eddie Munson was being awkward. Steve couldn't believe it.
"I'm not though," He assured the other man. "I don't really have people lining up to fuck me."
"I'm sure that’s not true." If Eddie was aiming for sympathetic, he was missing by a fucking mile. He looked positively pleased. Steve would have to discern what exactly that meant when he was alone later.
—
"So. He's not fucking anyone else? I dunno, sounds like a big old relationship to me, Steve."
Steve wanted to throw something at Robin, just so she'd shut up and stop trying to get his hopes up.
"It's not like that. He has other subs-"
"Ones that he doesn't even sleep with," Robin sorted through a rack of clothing. Steve had offered to help her with her seasonal organization and so far all he'd done was spend the entire time complaining about his non existent love life. It wasn't that shocking. "I mean, I think it's pretty clear that he's not sleeping with anyone else because of you."
"No. It's not clear. Like at all." He couldn't see Robin as she ducked down to grab something off the floor but he could feel her rolling her eyes at him.
"Why don't you just test it?" Steve stared at her in confusion. "God. You're lucky you're pretty."
Steve flipped her off and she laughed in response.
"Invite him to my Halloween party. Mention how Nancy never liked going with you. Maybe hint that some guys gonna be here, some dude that has it for you. See how he reacts."
Steve shifted uncomfortably. "Okay but. That last part is just lying and I know you're gonna find this hard to believe but I don't actually want to lie to Eddie."
Robin froze for a half second but it was long enough for Steve to catch, his eyes narrowing in on her.
"It might not....be a lie." Oh. Oh no. "He works here! Look, I know Andy is a fucking sleaze-"
"Yeah! Robin! The guy tries to grab my ass every time he sees me!" Steve ranted, referring to one of Robins creepier employees.
"I can't fire him!" Steve rolled his eyes again, he'd already heard this rant. "If I fire him, my mom finds out and then my aunt finds out and then my entire family will start tearing each other apart and that hasn't happened since Christmas 2012. Do you want me to have to deal with Christmas 2012 again, Steve?"
Fucking Andy.
"I want you to not offer me up on a platter like some kind of tasty meal to your creepy cousin!"
Robin eyed him and sighed. "Look, it's not all bad. You can invite Eddie. Do as I said. He seems like he'd be the possessive type and hey, even if nothing comes of it, I'll bet you'll have some really good sex."
—
Steve was so dumb. He couldn't believe he was actually considering listening to Robin.
His stomach was in knots as he clicked on Eddie's contact in his phone. It was less than a week until Halloween and Steve had been putting off asking. Maybe he thought that the longer he waited, the less likely it would be that Eddie would be able to go. So it's be less stress for Steve, in the end.
He picked up on the second ring.
"Hey, baby. What's up?" Eddie asked, voice cheerful and easy. Steve figured he'd just gotten home from work.
"Hey Eds...umm, I was calling to ask something." Straight to the point. He wasn't sure if this was easier or harder over the phone.
"Hmm," Eddie murmured, clearly distracted by what he was doing on the other end. "Ask away."
"I- you probably have something you're like, doing but. Robin has this party coming up. At her shop. A Halloween party." Yeah. That's pretty obvious, Steve. "And umm like. I get it if you can't make it. I'm just a little nervous to go-"
"Why are you nervous about going?" That was quick. Steve felt a small smile flit across his face.
"A few different reasons, I guess. Haven't been to a party alone since my ex and she wasn't a big fan of going to stuff with me. Her and Rob didn't really get along either." Steve waited with baited breath as silence ensued. And then he went in for the kill.
"And there's this guy? He works for Rob and he's....just kind of a weirdo. Always hits on me, tries to grab my ass sometimes and play it off as an accident-"
"Yeah, I'll go." Well, that was fast. "I'll....I can go. I'm not doing anything, so."
Eddie cleared his throat and his voice sounded only slightly strained.
Steve's grin was fucking huge. His heart was slamming against his rib cage because what the fuck? He could probably let it go now, Eddie had agreed so quickly. But.....
"Gonna protect me from the creepy employee, Eds?" He couldn't help but tease. It would be unfair to not pick on him just a little bit.
"Does he really try to touch your ass?" Eddie asked and fuck. Okay. He hadn't thought this through because now Eddie sounded all dark and mean. Something inside Steve kept screaming at him to keep going. Just a little more.
"Mhm," Steve murmured, biting his lip. "He tried last month, when I was helping Rob stock. Pushed into my space, behind me, and tried to get his hands all over me. He isn't subtle."
And he really had done that, much to Steve's annoyance. He'd been pretending to try and grab something off a shelf and Steve had nearly gagged when he put a hand on his hip. He had clammy hands and he'd brushed his fingers over Steve's skin, where his shirt was rucked up. The memory wasn’t pleasant.
"Well he's lucky I'm a much more mature adult and I'm no longer in my switchblade phase." Huh?
Switchblade phase? What the fuck did that mean?
"I'm sorry- what phase?" Steve was frowning in something like horror but Eddie was just brushing past it, ignoring him.
"So do I need a costume for this?" He asked instead, temporarily distracting Steve.
"You don't have to. I'm wearing a matching costume with Robin-" Eddie made an interested noise. "-and you don't get to know what it is yet."
"Well that's fucking rude." Eddie intoned back at him. Steve giggled in response.
"It'll be a nice surprise for you." He teased, just because he could.
"It must be a really nice surprise then. Wanna come to my place after? Celebrate your nice little surprise?" Of fucking course he did.
"Yeah, why not? Not like I can run off into the sunset with Andy-" Eddie cleared his throat hard.
"Is that....? Is that the guys name?" Eddie asked. The Voice was back. Steve was over the fucking moon.
"Yep." Steve said, popping the P as he spread out across his couch. Eddie grunted in reply.
"You're being really obvious," Eddie admonished and okay, Steve figured he'd get caught out eventually. He just didn't think he'd like it so much. "I know what you're doing."
"I'm not doing anything." Steve knew his voice was husky and unconvincing. He didn't really care. Eddie was possessive. Over him. He couldn't fucking believe it. "I'm just letting you know his name. Could be important, you never know."
"Do you think acting like a brat will get my attention?" Eddie's voice was low and intimate down the line and Steve fought to keep his hands away from his burgeoning erection.
"It's worked every time thus far," He was pushing it, he knew he was. "Besides, how do you know I won't flirt with him?"
"Didn't you just call the guy a creep? Didn't you just....invite me to a party because you don't want to be preyed upon by a known creep?"
Steve bit his lip, mouth turning up into a devious smile.
"Okay, so I wouldn't flirt with him. Maybe I just wanna rile you up." Eddie snorted at that, still managing to make it sound attractive.
"Or you could just ask for what you want. Like a good boy."
And wasn't that just the issue of the year.
Steve wanted a lot of things.
"What if what I want is....something you don't wanna give me?" It was an actual question, not related to his stupid fluttery Eddie feelings.
"I can't really imagine that you of all people have found one of my few limits, Steve. Although I'm not fucking you in a fur suit. So I hope it isn't that. No offense."
Steve laughed so hard he felt a little light headed.
"It's not- no." He tried to calm down a bit. He could do this. He'd been thinking about it for a few days now. "I was kind of interested in trying out the no prep thing. Like actual painal."
He heard Eddie inhale and waited for a reply.
"Do you think that's a good idea?" Eddie asked and Steve immediately scoffed. It wasn't a genuine question. He wasn't even really asking and that already irritated Steve.
"I do. I handled you fine last weekend, if you recall. And also we have...good communication or whatever. You take care of me." He was being too honest again but he wanted Eddie to realize that he felt safe with him, that he enjoyed every thing they'd done together so far.
Eddie sighed quietly. "I just....it's not that I don't trust you to stop me or use a safe word, Steve. Part of me is just afraid I'll hurt you and that'll like, be your image of me. You know?"
The hurt in Eddie's voice was so deep that Steve knew there was something else behind it. He wanted to ask but he knew it wasn't his place.
"I don't think you'll sully your image, Eddie. I already look at you like you hung the fucking moon." Too much honesty, he hoped it played off like a joke. "And I can completely drop it if it makes you uncomfortable. You're allowed to have limits too."
"Oh it makes me uncomfortable," Eddie said, putting a knot in Steve's stomach. "But not in the way you're thinking. You're tapping into one of my biggest kinks, angel. I'm kind of having a hard time computing right now."
"So don't compute." Steve's pulse was sky rocketing. "Come to this party with me. We can make a shitty excuse and leave early and you can take me back to your place, pin me down and fuck me until I cry."
Eddie hissed through his teeth, a painful noise.
"Some ground rules here," Steve perked up. This was Eddie agreeing, he knew it. "You have to prep the night before. Just enough. Because I think it'll make thing easier."
Steve considered arguing but he decided Eddie was probably right. He didn't want to give the other man a heart attack.
"And you know, people do it without prep sometimes. But this isn't gonna be like that. This is gonna be rough," Eddie sounded dark. "Rougher than you're used to. You're gonna hurt. It's not gonna be as pleasurable as the other things we've done. It might not be at all."
And why the fuck did that get Steve going?
"I think the idea of being miserable for you is becoming a thing for me," He admitted weakly. "Having you do fucked up shit to me and just taking it because it makes you happy. Because it gets your dick hard."
Eddie sounded strangled when he replied. "You have no clue what you're doing to me."
And Steve didn't know. That's why he wanted Eddie to show him.
"Daddy," He sighed, just because he knew it'd get to Eddie. "I just want to give you what you want. What you need. And I can cry and lay there and be a hole for you and- and I can beg you to stop but you won't because you have to do it, right?"
Eddie cursed loudly and a smile stretched over Steve's face.
"We can do all of that. But it means that No won't be a way to stop me. Neither will Stop. You'll have to use an actual safeword."
Steve pondered for a moment.
"What about apple?" Eddie snorted on the other end. "What? Don't laugh. It's nice and short and easy to say. Apple."
"No, just- you were so ready with that. Been thinking about it a lot, Stevie?"
"I think about you all the time, jackass." Again. Too honest. Steve was really walking a thin line as of late.
God. He really liked Eddie.
"How do you feel about choking?"
Nevermind. He was taking it back. Eddie was a fucking demon.
—
"How exactly am I supposed to wear these?" Steve frowned as he held the tiny white shorts up for Robin to see. She was doing her makeup, sitting at her vanity. She paused to roll her eyes at him.
"Usually by putting them on, Steve."
"I- okay, fuck off. Not what I meant. They're like, really thin," Robin stared at him blankly. "So I can't wear boxers with them! So what do I do?"
"Shocking concept here but people do go commando." Steve rolled his eyes at her tone.
"I can't do that. You'll be able to see...all this." He gestured at his crotch just because he knew it'd annoy her.
"Please stop acting like you have a massive schlong, I've seen you naked." Robin lamented. Okay. Ew. He didn't need that reminder. "Plus, isn't it your boyfriend that has the giant dick?"
"First of all, stop being rude to me AND he's not my boyfriend," Steve ignored her snickering. "And don't let him hear you say that, his egos already massive."
"As massive as his donkey dick?"
Steve gagged loudly. He didn't need to hear Robin said the word dick ever again.
"Look, just buy a thong." She said, finally answering his question.
Steve floundered, flopping onto her bed. "I can't just buy a thong, Rob."
She looked over at him and gave him one of those 'holy shit you're dumb' looks. "You can buy it online. They do make mens thongs, you know. It'll hide the underwear lines and you won't give everybody an eye full."
That was.....okay. Maybe she had a point.
—
So Steve bought the stupid thong. He couldn't find one in white, so he had to settle for a light pink. It was fortunate that his shorts were thin but not see through, a miracle of the fashion world.
Putting it on had been an experience. The only thing that stopped him from getting hard over the action was the fact that he was in Robins bathroom.
It cupped his package well and wasn't too banana hammock looking. It was still boyish though, offset by the pretty pink color. It contrasted nice with the rest of Steve's naturally tan skin.
And then the back.
Steve was aware that he....look. Everyone made jokes about his ass, Eddie included. He knew it wasn't small. And the thong was not helping. The shorts made the image even worse. They sat low on his hipbones and stopped below his ass. The thin material was buttery soft and it clung to him like a second skin.
The shirt came next. It was long sleeved, white and billowy in the front. A simple vneck. It exposed some of his chest hair and Steve had the brief fear that maybe he should have waxed. But Eddie never said anything about his body hair, he'd even tugged on it on occasion, so. Steve was pretty sure he liked it.
Next was the wings. They were cute, he had to admit. Small in size and glittery. They hooked around his shoulders with elastic straps. He felt kind of silly wearing them but they also made him look...kind of soft. Kind of sweet.
And then, finally. His halo. It was a little headband, in reality. With a halo attached to it. He placed it on his head and cleared his throat, staring his reflection down.
Robin had already done his makeup, at her own insistence. He'd made the mistake of telling her how much Eddie had liked the red lipstick. He wasn't sure how pure and angelic red lips were but he had to admit, they made his mouth look good.
She'd put blush on him, telling him it would make him look more innocent. And it did. He looked flushed. It brought out the various moles and freckles on his face. He really liked it, actually.
She told him that eyeliner would be too much, so they stuck with mascara. Steve had the vague thought that the mascara wasn't waterproof and he wondered how that would fair later in the night.
"You ready to go yet?" Robin called through the door. Steve fluffed his hair up one last time.
—
Robin looked amazing, of course. She was the other half to his costume.
He was the angel and she was the devil.
It made sense, to be completely fair. "You look great!" He'd told her as she dialed for their ride, her long red dress billowing behind her.
"You too. You look....I hate saying this but you look cute?" She squinted at him with disgust. "Ugh. Jesus. Let's go torture your man, I guess."
—
They were early to the party. Because you know, it was Robins store and all that. But it didn't take long for people to start arriving.
And it was fun, too. In that like....kind of millennial way where everyone was drinking wine and beer and it was calmer than a regular rager.
Steve didn't mind. He wasn't there to get drunk.
He was just waiting for Eddie, who had already texted Steve to let him know he was on his way.
Steve had been good and listened to Eddie's rules, the night prior. He'd prepped himself in the early morning/late night. It'd been torture, fucking himself with three fingers and not getting to touch his cock. But he'd been good and he had listened to Eddie.
He stood by the refreshment table, only feeling slightly awkward as he waited. When he felt a hand rest on his hip. Steve went to turn, not recognizing the grip, and-
Ah fuck.
"Hi, Andy." He said, enthusiasm at zero. He wanted his- he wanted Eddie. Not this guy.
Andy smiled at him, his face disconcertingly happy. He was a brunette with a creepy smile, too many teeth. Steve didn't like being near him too long.
"Hey, Stevie," Ugh. "You look really cute tonight. Probably the best costume here."
Steve hummed and moved Andy's hand, hoping he'd get the hint. He did not. He leaned against the counter next to them and looked Steve up and down.
"So did you have any plans for after this? I thought maybe-"
"Ah, I'm sorry. His nights already full but thanks for asking." Steve jumped in alarm. Eddie stood next time, the silent ninja that he was, apparently. His face was....positively cheerful. It didn't reach his eyes. No, his eyes were downright deadly. Steve shivered looking at him.
"I wasn't asking-"
"I'm sorry, it's so loud in here. I can't hear you," Eddie gestured to his ear, grabbing Steve by the hand and already pulling him away. "Nope, sorry man! We'll have to catch you later!"
Eddie gave an exaggerated shrug, like 'what can you do?' Before pulling Steve to the other side of the room.
What a fucking dork.
They were still holding hands, Eddie's fingers laced with his own. He didn't even look back at Andy, too distracted by Eddie's presence.
And holy fuck. Was it a presence. He was wearing a suit. An honest to god suit. But it was burgundy and well fitted and he had his hair up and-
Eddie smiled wolfishly at him and two little teeth popped out. Fangs. Steve felt short circuited.
"What...?"
"I'm a vamp, obviously." Eddie smiled at him again and Steve couldn't stop staring. Holy hell. "And you are.....a pornstar?"
Steve was momentarily distracted, pouting at Eddie's words.
"No, I'm an angel." He corrected, glaring at Eddie. "See?" He turned quickly and showed Eddie his wings. If he popped his ass out a little more than usual, who could blame him.
The look on Eddie's handsome face was worth it, anyway. His jaw was clenched when Steve turned back around, a dangerous glint in his dark eyes.
"Yeah, I can see. Who let you out of the house like this?" Heat churned in Steves stomach as Eddie reached a hand out, plucking at the hem of his shirt. "The shorts, the little halo. The fucking lipstick."
Steve gulped. Eddies gaze gaze was focused on his lips, trailing up to look into Steve's eyes. "Fuck," He cursed. "You're all pink."
He wasn't sure how Eddie always managed to make simple sentences sound horribly dirty.
Steve quirked a smile, realizing something. "Mhm, little more pink than you realize."
Eddie looked confused, eyes roving over Steve's outfit like he could peel it off of him in public.
Before he could ask what Steve meant, he was pulling Eddie into the party.
—
The place was cute. Steve had helped Robin decorate. They'd cleared out the front room, like they'd done for the past three years, and decorated with as many skulls and streamers and spider webs as they could.
There was alcohol and apple bobbing and plenty of other shit but Steve didn't care. He was hyper focused on the man next to him. Who was apparently a social fucking butterfly. Because why wouldn't he be?
Eddie chatted with some of the girls from the store, the day to day clerks, and they were all enraptured by him. Steve couldn't blame them one bit. But he did make sure to stay glued to Eddie's side, wanting no misunderstandings. It wasn't quite pissing on his territory but it was close enough.
And likewise, Eddie spent the night with a hand in Steve's lower back. Or gripping one of his hips. Or folded in Steve's hand.
It made his heart ache something fierce. When they finally met up with Robin, her eyes strayed down to their entangled fingers and she had a shit eating grin planted right across her lips.
"It's so nice to put a face to a name!" She cooed, like Steve hadn't already shown her one hundred photos of Eddie already. Fake bitch.
"Likewise. I'm Eddie," He used his other hand to shake Robins, a fact that had her giggling like crazy. Eddie was such a lovable idiot. "I love what you've done with the place." Eddie gestured grandly at their stupid little decorations.
"Oh yeah, we really wanted to go for a whole 'cheap but haunted' vibe, you know?"
And then they just....started talking.
Robin winked at Steve and he knew he was absolutely fucked. They'd be talking about this later.
—
The party didn't last that long, not for Eddie and Steve. It probably had everything to do with Steve's wandering hands as the night wore on. He couldn't help himself. He loved seeing the way Eddie tensed up when Steve tried some brave bullshit.
Like blatantly grabbing Eddie's ass while they talked to random people.
If he was being completely honest with himself, Steve was doing it to rile Eddie up. Get him ready for later, so he'd keep his promise.
Steve should have know he didn't need to rule Eddie up to get him in a mood.
The ride home was silent, nearly. Fully charged and tensed. They didn't talk much and Eddie kept a hand on Steve's knee. Soft and warm, contradictory to the absolute electricity sparking between them.
As as they made it through the front door, Steve was pushed to his knees. Kneeling in the opening of the living room, staring up at Eddie.
He expected to be told to suck his cock but that wasn't what happened. Instead, Eddie strode over and turned the lights on, pulling his phone from his pocket and unlocking the home screen.
"You've been a real brat tonight, you know? You're lucky I like you." Steve watched in confusion as Eddie stopped in front of him, camera aimed at-
Heat flooded Steve's face. Eddie had his camera on him. He was taking pictures of him. Steve, kneeling on the ground with pink cheeks and a halo.
"Sorry, feel like I need to document this. You know? For future reference." Eddie cupped his face with one palm and pressed a thumb into Steve's mouth.
Steve sighed, eyes shutting as he sucked at Eddie's thumb happily. He heard the tiny noise of Eddie's phone shutter.
"Nah-uh. Open those pretty eyes for me." Steve's eyelids fluttered and he stared up at Eddie with big eyes, feeling floaty and sweet. "My pretty little angel, aren't you? Getting your lipstick all over daddy's hand."
Steve whined, the noise coming out garbled into Eddie's palm.
"Wanna get it somewhere else?" Eddie pulled his hand away and reached for his slacks, unbuttoning them with an ease that had Steve sweating.
He watched as Eddie pulled his cock free, already leaking and beautiful. His piercing was different today, a metallic red color.
Steve leaned forward, kissing the tip until it had a red print of his lips over it.
"It match's my lips." He grinned wide and apparently that was Eddie's last straw. He pushed slowly but forcefully into Steve's mouth. Sinking down to the hilt. Steve couldn't do much, eyes streaming as he clutched at Eddie's thighs. He heard the phone shutter go off one, two, three times. and then Eddie pulled him back off. Steve gasped for air, his face hot and wet.
Eddie took another picture before pulling him back onto his cock.
And pinching his nose.
Steve whined loudly.
"How do you stop me if you need to, Steve?" Eddie asked, trying to make a point. Steve tapped his leg twice and Eddie pulled him off, letting him catch his breath. Steve wiped at his mouth, eyes streaming. He was sure his mascara was running like crazy.
"That's a good boy, yeah? You're so smart." Eddie ruffled Steve's hair and then he gripped his hand tight into it, hauling Steve up and out of the room. It hurt like a motherfucker and his halo fell off somewhere down the hallway but god, Steve was so ready for this.
He quickly stripped his wings off and threw them to the side, before Eddie hand him face down on the bed. Steve's scrambled to move up, knowing he needed to get as comfortable as possible before Eddie has his way with him.
"Stay there."
He heard a metallic noise and Steve had a mild moment of panic when Eddie asked, "How attached are you to these shorts?"
Steve mumbled a response and just like that, he could feel the cool glint of a fucking knife, slicing through the bottom of his shorts, exposing his ass. Steve inhaled hard, his body shaking.
Eddie flung the knife away from them and groaned loudly. "Are you kidding me? You little slut." He sounded faintly amused as he plucked at the string of Steve's thong, pushing it aside to expose his hole. He leaned down and scraped the sharp points of his fake teeth against a cheek, causing Steve to keen in response.
He pulled away for a moment and Steve whined at the loss.
He could hear Eddie moving behind him, maybe taking his suit jacket off. And then Steve heard the distinct sound of a bottle being opened.
"You have about five seconds to tell me no before I pound into your ass, are we clear?" He asked, pouring lube onto the crack of Steve's ass. It was too cold and Steve whined, hips jumping as Eddie settled over his back. Steve could feel his knees pressed onto either side of his hips and just like that, he nestled his cock into place and pushed.
"No take backs, angel." Eddie bit his ear and Steve whined at the feeling, sure he’d have tiny little scratches all over him tomorrow, just from those stupid fucking teeth.
Eddies cockhead pressed against Steve's hole and he had a moment of panic. It wasn’t- fuck- it wasn't fitting. It wasn't- it wasn't gonna go in-
"Mm, I'll make it fit. Don't worry, baby." Steve must have been babbling out loud. True to his word, Eddie's cock managed to push in, the stretch burning and painful. Even with the prep he'd given himself the day before, Steve felt like his body was on fire.
Pain pricked up into his lower back and he was whining so loudly that Eddie was hushing him. Or trying to.
"Shhh, it's okay." It was comforting. He was being condescending as he fed him his dick. "Poor baby, huh? Thought you wanted this, didn't you?"
With one last, brutal thrust, he was buried balls deep inside Steve. He waited for his insides to adjust, thought maybe Eddie would wait too.
He didn't.
Instead he began to rabbit his hips into Steve's ass, a brutal in and out that had Steve nearly screaming into the pillows. His hands clawed at the bed and his eyes streamed horribly. He wasn’t expecting it, hadn’t even been able to brace himself for it.
"Ah- fucking- owww, oh god oh god oh god- daddy-" It hurt, it hurt so fucking bad. His body wasn't ready, it wasn't relaxing like it normally did and Eddie was being so rough. His hands were tight on Steve's hips, bruising him.
"Don't worry, Daddy's got you." Steve wept into his arms. "This is what you wanted right? Huh?"
He was being so mean and fuck, somehow Steve was actually hard. Despite how much it hurt, he was hard and dripping and already ready to come inside his stupid thong and shorts.
Steve was so fucked up.
"Mm- wanted it. Want this. Deserve it, daddy." His voice was shot and they'd only just started.
Eddies thrusts slowed down and Steve breathed deeply, like he could soothe some of the pain if he did it quickly enough. He wasn't fast enough.
Eddie was on his knees behind him in a flash, hand rooted in Steve's hair. He pulled Steve onto his hands and knees and without any warning, forced his cock back into him. Steve scrambled, tried to crawl forward on his knees but Eddie gripped him tight, using his other hand to jam Steve's head against the bed and pin him in place. He felt weak with it, like he couldn't do anything to fight Eddie off. Like he didn't want to.
Steve couldn't see, he was crying too much. He could hear Eddie somewhere above him, could feel his big cock bruising his insides.
"Where do you think you're going, baby?" Fuck. Steve whined more, struggling just for the fun of it. "Didn't you say you wanted this? Didn't you beg me for it?"
Steve shook his head back and forth, knowing damn well he was lying.
Eddie laughed at him, pulling back to settle behind him. He started fucking him again and Steve felt so close. Too close. He didn't want it to end this early but he couldn't help himself. He reached for his dick, palming over the fabric of his shorts with desperate hands. He was shocked when Eddie didn't stop him. Maybe he didn't notice with how hard he was drilling into Steve's ass.
Steve's body tensed up within seconds and he was coming, spraying into his shorts and clenching wonderfully around Eddie's cock.
He expected Eddie to slow down, to give him a moment. He didn't. He kept going and, fuck- Steve twitched at the over sensitivity of it all. At the way Eddie was punishing his ass. Training him to take it rough.
"Did you think I was gonna stop just because you came? Are you that fucking stupid?" Shame washed over Steve as Eddie pulled out of him. He expected the other man to flip him over, have him on his back.
Instead he pulled him to the edge of the bed, made him stand on shaking feet, his chest and face pressed into the bed as Eddie stripped his torn shorts and thong off.
He then expected Eddie to throw the two items to the side. But, once again, Eddie loved to prove his instincts wrong.
He pulled Steve's head up by his hair, placing the soiled fabric right underneath his face. So he'd have to lay in it. So he'd have to press his face into his own fucking come. Jesus Christ.
"You make a mistake, you have to live with it." Eddie told him, lining up again. The zipper of his slacks hurt against Steve's ass but he loved it. Loved how bruised he was going to look after all of this.
Eddie began thrusting into him again, a steady pace. Steve was more used to it now and he even moaned when Eddie twisted one of his arms behind his back at a painful angle. His balls slapped against Steve’s ass and fuck if he didn’t love the noise.
He should have known better than to start actively enjoying it.
That was when he felt something press into his hole, next to Eddie's dick. It took him too long to realize it was one of Eddie's fingers, prodding at the tender circle and pushing inside, slowing down so he could fit it in.
Steve thrashed in Eddie's hold, "Ow ow ow, no- that- fuck it hurts, it hurts. Daddy, Eddie. Too much-"
But the finger was pressed into him and Steve was practically bawling. Eddie stayed in place, hips tilted fully into Steve. Finger curling inside him frustratingly. Steve knew he could stop him. He didn't want to.
"Aww, are you crying?" Steve let out a weak, punched out noise. He knew he was hard again, he could feel it. It didn't matter. His face was wet with come and tears and drool. "Are those tears for me, angel?"
Steve nodded his head, sobs bubbling up from his throat. It felt mildly concerning but he couldn't stop. It hurt and it felt good.
Eddie went to pull out and Steve protested loudly. It made no sense. He was in pain but he couldn't stand the thought of Eddie moving away from him. He needed more.
"Shhh, shhh. C'mere. Let's get you on the bed, sweetheart."
Steve felt dizzy, felt like he wasn't inside his body, as Eddie lifted him into the bed with practiced ease. He let himself be ragdoll Ed around until he was somehow sitting in Eddie's lap.
The other man smiled soothingly at Steve, pushing his hair back from his face.
"You're a mess." He said, reaching under Steve to press slowly back inside him. Steve let his head fall back, hands clutching at Eddie's naked shoulders. Because he was naked now and Steve had no clue when that happened.
"M' your mess, daddy." He gasped, staring as Eddie looked at him with eyes full of wonder.
"Choke me? Please?" He asked, mind still so fuzzy. It hurt less now, he was starting to relax in Eddie's lap. His favorite place to be.
"Yeah, yeah sweetheart. I can do that." Eddie wrapped a warm hand around his throat, tacky with lube. He squeezed slightly and Steve's eyes rolled back in pleasure.
"You're so fucking beautiful," Eddie gasped, rocking his hips up into Steve. He felt it deep, deep inside him. "I've never met someone so devastatingly beautiful in my entire fucking life, you know that?"
Steve shook his head, feeling dizzy already. Eddie eased up and he gasped for breathe, letting his hands trail down Eddie's stomach as he undulated his hips.
"M' not. Don't say that."
He expected Eddie to slap him, maybe tell him to shut up. Instead, he clamped his hand around Steve's throat again and pulled him closer by his hair. He pressed a filthy kiss next to Steve's ear.
"You're beautiful. Don't argue with me." Steve whimpered a little, eyes fluttering shut. Eddies attention was always too much, too unbearably hot and personal. It was fucking him up. "Say you're beautiful."
Steve shook his head in Eddie's hold. The other man kissed his cheek, pressing their panting mouths together. Steve's hips bucked, chasing the pleasurable press of Eddie's cock inside him. He wasn't sure how Eddie hadn't come yet. The man's stamina was fucking insane.
"Say it." He let go of Steve's throat. "You're mine, right? My good boy? Then say it for me. Tell me you're beautiful."
Steve's heart jumped into his rib cage and he felt his eyes tear up. Fuck. Eddie reached for his dick, stroking in time with their mutual grinding.
"I'm- fuck, I'm yours." Eddie smiled softly at him and Steve wanted to fucking bawl. He realized he was repeating the wrong thing but in that moment, he didn't really care.
"I'm yours- I'm beautiful and I'm yours, daddy."
Eddie stroked him until he was moaning loudly, bearing down on the other man's cock.
"That's right, you are." Eddie gasped, pressing a hard kiss to Steve's mouth as they came together.
Steve was asleep before he could truly freak out about what he'd said.