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"Wait a damn second," Eddie jests while he feigns being taken aback. "Did THE Steve Harrington just tell me that pissplay is on the table?"
There’s a heat creeping up Steve's neck while his hands fly to hide his face. He’s more than just embarrassed, he’s mortified. This isn’t the first time they’ve discussed boundaries - far from the first time actually - but they’ve never gone into this new territory. The past times that Eddie had asked him about pissplay as a kink, Steve chose to skip over the question. There was no hiding now that he had fessed up.
"Yeah, so what dude? You're into all kinds of shit, I can't be into this?"
Eddie’s windows are covered with band posters, and the light shooting between them highlights the timidness in Steve's face. Behind his hands, he shuts his eyes tight and his face contorts into an awkward expression. He had gone through these kinds of talks before, but not this level of awkward.
"Oh Steve, I'm sorry, you know I'm just joking with you!" Eddie remarked. A chaste kiss landed on his boyfriend’s red, hot forehead. "I would never judge you for that, I just like to tease a little."
Shifting in his spot, Steve slowly lowers his hands. Eddie could see the redness on his face going down, but his eyes were still closed.
"Steve."
No response from him, except for more awkward squirming. Eddie, frankly, thinks it’s adorable, but he wanted to get Steve calm before he admits to that.
"Steeeeeve!"
Eddie inches closer to him, hoping he would at least open his eyes, but to no avail.
"Sweetie, c'mon, look at me." Weak for the pet name he had been called, Steve opens his eyes very slowly. In front of him, he saw the curly-haired, doe-eyed man that had taken him apart and put him back together so many times before. One deep breath in.
"Yeah?"
One deep breath out.
"Do you really think I would judge you for that?" It isn’t a rhetorical question, and Steve knows that. Eddie, despite his sarcastic demeanor, really is a very sweet guy.
Steve knew he would always be safe with him. He sees it in his eyes, hears it in his voice, feels it in his touch.
"No, I know you wouldn't! It's just..." Steve glances away while choosing his next words. "It's just, I've never told anyone that before. I'm kinda freakin' out here, man!"
Steve didn't think Eddie's expression could soften any more than it already had, but when he looks back at him, he could see a small smile creeping up and bright eyes beaming into his own.
"I know it's vulnerable for you, Steve, but part of the dynamic is the trust, okay? I trust you, and you trust me. Do you trust me?"
Steve nods. He truly had never been this open with anyone before he had met him. Before Eddie, sex had just been that: sex. No kinks, no aftercare, no negotiation, and certainly no pissplay. He kept all those thoughts to himself and absolutely did not tell any of his partners. To him, his kinks were shameful, disgusting. That was, until Eddie showed him they weren't.
"So, are you ready to keep telling me all about your nasty little fantasy, or are we done for today?" Eddie jokes once more, this time clearly, while ruffling Steve's unmade bedhead.
Here goes nothing , Steve thought.
"Okay, yeah. Yeah. So. I, uhhh. Yes. Um?" Steve is still fumbling around with his words like the worst player in the game, but he’s trying. "I was thinking about you making me drink a whole bunch of water, and then making me uh, hold it? Is that... something people do?"
"Yeah! Absolutely! That's called a whole bunch of different stuff, but I usually just call it bathroom control. Or just, ya' know, pissplay, if you wanna piss on me. Or just the holding it part, that part's cool with me too, that’s called omorashi! Or-"
Eddie goes off on a blunt and honest tangent, about nearly everything he can think of related to the topic: things they can do with it, potential limits they could have, and aftercare methods. Steve has noticed that ever since they started messing around with kink like this, Eddie is super passionate about it. He loves it, knows so much that Steve wonders how he didn’t graduate high school until his third try. He clearly has the brains, the memorization skills, and the research methods. Steve honestly thinks it’s cute seeing him love something so much.
"...Okay. Yeah. Bathroom control." Steve nods, tossing around the term in his head while simultaneously being amazed by how nonchalant Eddie is about all of this.
Rubbing circles into Steve’s hand, Eddie lets him ponder over the whole ordeal for a little. The dust from his dirty room flies between them as he asks his questions, thinks, and repeats the process. Worries like “Doesn’t it get messy?” and “You aren’t grossed out?” dissipate with words of affirmation and encouragement.
“Okay…” Steve replies, breathing out in a sigh of relief. Getting this all off his mind and out into the air felt comforting. “I think I’d like to try that? Along with our usual stuff.”
“Hmmm, I dunno Harrington, what’s “our usual stuff”, huh?” Eddie teases, using his fingers to mimic air quotes. “I won’t do it unless you say it with your words. You know that.”
Steve didn’t get flustered at this request; it was normal for them. Some days, he’ll say his requests, but other times he starts to slip into this feeling of normalcy and routine. He’d gotten so used to a lack of negotiation and communication with his previous flings and relationships alike, that outright stating what he wants feels odd at times. Counting off on his hand, he begins to list their usual dynamic.
“Me subbing for you, some degradation and roughing up? God, you know what I mean Eddie! You’re such a piece of work.”
“Being a brat already? Tsk tsk . And is that what you call me during play?”
Suddenly, the air was thick and the intensity in Eddie’s eyes deepened. They’ve done this dance enough times to know each other’s limitations, and Eddie knows that Steve is already worked up enough to start play anytime after negotiation was handled - hell, just the negotiation itself made him feel weak in the knees, every time.
“No, daddy.” Steve complied. His words were met with a hand that brushes hair back from his face.
“Good boy. Safeword?”
“Uhhh… Madonna.”
“That’s a new one. I’m gonna go get you some water, okay?”
It takes a good while for Steve to drink his first couple of glasses of water, feeling nervous and excited and really fucking turned on all at once. On his fourth glass, while he was still taking it slow, Eddie sits down next to him on the bed and leaned in with a shit-eating grin. His hand glides to the bottom of the glass and starts tipping it up slowly. The water splashes against Steve’s lips, and he tries his best to accommodate the flood. But as soon as he opens his mouth wider, Eddie tips the cup even more. A sound of panic and confusion slips from behind a mouthful of water before Steve coughs and gags, tilting his head down and sputtering water all over himself.
“Poor baby,” Eddie coos. “Can’t handle it, big boy?”
“Shut up,” Steve chokes out between coughs.
“Oh? Is that really how you wanna talk to me right now? Last I checked, you’re the one that’s hard over a little mistreatment, and I haven’t even gotten started yet.” Steve shoots Eddie a glare as he feels a hand move up under his now wet shirt and over his abdomen. “Let’s take this shirt off, brat made a mess of himself.”
That all too familiar feeling crept up Steve’s throat, the feeling to outdo himself in the misbehavior competition he has with himself every time. He knows Eddie likes it anyway, so why not?
“Oh, I can tell you’ve barely gotten started. Seems like you’re a little slow today, Eddie.”
The name lingers in Eddie’s ears for a moment as he pulls off Steve’s shirt the rest of the way. Eddie pushes Steve back onto the bed and moves to straddle his waist. One hand holds both of Steve’s wrists, with his other hand roaming along his body.
“I’m going to give you a second chance and act like I didn’t hear that. You know what you call me, we’ve already been over it once today. Or are you stupid to remember?”
“I dunno, am I, Munson ?”
Steve’s head whips to the side and his face stings. He can feel the faintest sign of blood trickling down his face from the metal of Eddie’s rings. Before he can comprehend he’d been backhanded, Eddie’s grabbing him by the jaw with a force that felt unreal. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think there’s actual rage behind Eddie’s actions.
“We gonna keep doing this, you fuckin’ slut?” He whispers in Steve’s ear. He leans down close to Steve’s face and upon seeing the blood running down his face, he licks it up from his cheek. When he comes back up from his boyfriend’s face, Steve can feel the pressure from Eddie’s weight on him start to accumulate directly on his bladder. It’s like he knew exactly when Steve would start needing to go.
“C’mon fucker, get off me! I need to pee.” Halfheartedly, Steve tried to push Eddie off of him, or at least lower on his body, away from his bladder. The pressure built up more and more as he tried ignoring it and pushing those thoughts away from his mind. But he never used all his strength. He knew he could overpower Eddie if he wanted to, they both knew. He just didn’t want to.
“Ah, ah, ah, you’re the one that got yourself into this. You think I’m gonna let you off that easy?” Eddie laughs as if what Steve had said was the funniest thing he’d heard today.
“Eddie, please -” Another sharp slap to the other side of his face hits. He whimpers out loud and struggles against the hands holding his own down. He corrects his behavior at the feeling of a bruise starting to form on his cheek. “Daddy, please, I really don’t think I can hold it much longer…”
“Oh, so now you wanna be an angel? I don’t think so, Stevie. You’ve been a piece of work all night. In fact, I don’t even think I’m gonna touch you.”
Panic spreads across Steve’s face before he wriggles around some more. “No, please daddy, I’ll be so good, I’ll do anything please-” He’s gasping for air as he begs and pleads for Eddie to touch him, fuck him, do literally anything except leave him hanging like this.
“Shhh, don’t worry baby, never said you’re not gonna get off, did I? I just said I wouldn’t be touching you. Doesn’t mean you can’t get off.” He lets go of Steve’s hands and slowly gets off of him. Steve can feel the pressure still building up in him, but at least Eddie wasn’t on him to make it worse anymore. Confused, he sits up as Eddie positions himself at the edge of the bed. He reaches over for his black boots and starts to lace them up. Without looking at Steve at all, he directs him to the floor.
“Knees.”
Steve knew all too well what that instruction meant. Usually, it means punishment, but today it might mean anything. He was being a brat, but he’s staying hopeful.
Moving to his knees on the floor next to Eddie’s feet, he hangs his head low. His hands want to fly to his cock; as he kneels, the pressure is so, so much worse than lying down. Why is this turning him on?
“I’ll let you cum, but not without a little retribution for how you’ve been acting. C’mere, kneel on my boot, babydoll.”
Steve crawls on hands and knees to rest himself on Eddie’s steel-toed boot. His cock accidentally rubs against Eddie’s leg and he has to stifle a moan. He’s never been as sensitive as he is right now. The desperation and the shame make it that much hotter to him. Once more, Eddie grabs his chin and forces it up to meet his gaze.
“You can grind on my leg to get off, but you can’t cum until I say, is that made clear?”
“Isn’t making me hold it punishment enough?” Steve pouts.
“Oh, so you don’t wanna cum. Alright, loud and clear.” Eddie moves to get up before Steve pulls down on the hem of his shirt.
“NO nonono please, wait, I’ll be good, I’ll listen, promise. Can I please?”
Eddie smirks at the sight of Steve below him, begging, face flushed and cock straining against his pajama pants. He moves his leg the slightest bit to get Steve going, and that’s all it takes for him to start grinding against Eddie’s jeans. He laughs a little at Steve’s eagerness.
“So pathetic, aren’t you baby?” He reaches down to grab a fistful of brown hair, all the way down to the scalp. Steve can feel the pull to his head and winces between whimpers and moans.
“ Fuck ! Yeah daddy, so fucking useless, just want your cock, please …” His begging trails off as his brain shuts off from the intense feelings. He feels disgusting, he feels turned on, he feels… loved? - file that feeling away for later - all at once. Lightheadedness washes over him as his whole body starts to feel aflame, and his cock is throbbing as he comes close to cumming.
“Daddy, so close, fuck. ” Steve is grabbing at anything he can: Eddie’s wallet chain, his legs, the bed, anything.
“Hold it, Steve.”
“What?” He’s so out of breath, so out of his brain, that he can barely comprehend the order.
“You heard me. Hold it.”
Steve’s head falls to hit Eddie’s knee as he whines. Slowing himself, he looks up at his boyfriend for his next demand.
“You’ve been a little bad today, don’t you think? Why should I even let you cum?”
Steve can’t even form a sentence. His next words are just a string of pleads and curses. Eddie can see in his eyes that he’s getting tired, getting overworked.
“Poor thing, can’t even talk. Sweetheart, tell daddy you’re sorry and maybe I’ll think about letting you cum today.”
More pleads, more curses, and a lot of “I’m sorry daddy”s fall from Steve’s mouth, along with a little bit of drool. Eddie leans forward and places a small kiss to the top of his head.
“Go ahead whore, wreck yourself for me.”
Eddie stays leaning over to allow his forehead to connect with Steve’s. He watches as Steve falls apart before him, breathless with eyes glazed over. Steve can feel tears starting to build up, his nose starting to stuff up, but the pleasure is fighting for his attention and winning. His body’s on autopilot at this point, rocking himself against Eddie’s leg and babbling.
He closes his eyes and he can feel a ringed hand wrap gently around his neck, not applying any pressure, just there for the thrill. Eddie leans further for a kiss, and as their lips collide, Steve cums with one final jerk forward as he moans into Eddie’s mouth. The pants he was wearing start to feel restrictive and uncomfortable.
“Fuck, baby, came in your pants like a goddamn virgin, huh?” He teases playfully, but no longer wants to be as vicious as he was. He starts petting Steve’s unruly hair as Steve slumps against his leg and the bed.
Steve can barely hear Eddie, so fucked out that he can no longer control his body, or no longer wants to control his body. The pressure from his bladder was evermore present, so much so that he could barely handle it anymore. Eddie could see Steve start to squirm again, to the best of his ability given his limited brain capacity at the moment. Steve’s hand starts moving down to his cock to keep it all held in, but Eddie ordered him otherwise.
“Are you trying to stop it, baby boy?” He gets a small nod from the man on the floor, who doesn’t make eye contact with him. “Don’t, love. You know what to do. I don’t have to tell you, do I?”
Steve can hear the smirk in Eddie’s voice and the hand on his head lightly pulling as Eddie’s rings get tangled in between strands of hair feels amazing. He was still so deep in his pleasure, but all he could think of was how badly he needs to let go.
“It’s okay to let it happen, Stevie. It’s all okay.”
Hearing Eddie’s words, barely being able to make the decision for himself but instead following the clear instruction in Eddie’s words, he let himself go fully. A dark warm patch grew on the front of his gray sweatpants, and started soaking through onto the floor and Eddie’s boots.
“Theeere you go, baby. It’s okay. Just let it all out.” Eddie soothes, stroking Steve’s hair.
The feeling of the release is so soothing, he lets out a sigh. It wasn’t until Steve met his boyfriend’s gaze once more that he realized what he had just done. Horror spreads across his face as the tears that were once threatening to pour finally came down.
Seeing Steve like this, relieved yet embarrassed and ashamed, Eddie drops to his side on the floor. He cups his face gently, placing a light kiss to his forehead.
“Baby, you did so well.” He murmured against Steve’s skin. “You wanna get out of these clothes?”
Tears continue to well up in Steve’s eyes as he nodded. He’s beyond overstimulated and exhausted, and the worries crept back up on him. He can feel heat radiating from his face down to his chest and more heat down in between his legs. “I… I’m sor-”
How could he be so stupid? So careless? So gross, disgusting, vile ? He hears Eddie trying to snap him out of it, but he can’t help but be lost in his thoughts.
“Shhh, love, you’re okay.” Eddie whispered. “No need to say sorry. Remember, we wanted this, okay? Both of us. No one’s mad, no one’s grossed out. I had fun. Did you have fun, baby boy?”
Eddie pulls at Steve’s sweatpants, now completely wet, until they’re all the way off. He puts them down on the dry ground next to his bed. More soft kisses landed all over Steve’s face following tiny praises and hands running along Steve’s bare back.
“Yeah daddy, I had fun.” Steve’s eyes began to instinctually close, so out of it that all he wanted to do was nap. The tears start drying cold on his face. Eddie wipes some away with his sleeve.
“And you feel safe?”
“Yes daddy.”
“That’s what matters! Right?” His question was met with a sleepy nod and a little smile. He sniffles, but his worries are slowly going away. He knows he’s safe, in good hands. “No sleeping yet! We still gotta get you cleaned up. How’s a nice warm bath sound, hm?”
Gathering up Steve’s soiled clothes and taking his hand, Eddie leads them to the tiny trailer’s bathroom. Steve squints at the sudden shift in lighting as the door swings open, moving his free arm to his face to shield his eyes. Eddie goes to let go of Steve’s hand, but in a moment of pure neediness and adoration for his boyfriend, he tightens the grip on Eddie’s hand. Eddie looks back at Steve and gives him a gentle smile.
“I can’t make the bath one-handed, love.” At this statement, a pout spread across Steve’s face and a whine escaped his lips. He was so deep into his subspace, he once again barely had the means to talk. He lets go of Eddie’s hand begrudgingly and leans against the sink, steadying himself with it. He feels dizzy, but not in a bad way. Instead, it almost feels like he’s floating.
He can hear the water start to flow from the faucet when Eddie comes back up to him and pulls his hands around Steve’s waist. Bringing their hips together, he rests his head on Steve’s shoulder.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” He tells Steve. “I know how scary that must’ve been for you, to explore this for the first time, but you’re so good for me every time and you did so well. I’m so glad I met you. I know I’m blubbering and you can barely even speak, but I can’t fucking stress enough how wonderful you are.”
Before he goes to stop the bath water, he presses a little bunch of kisses to Steve’s shoulder. Testing the water with his hand, Eddie helps Steve gently lower himself into the bath.
It feels so warm, so safe, and Steve is so out of it that he can’t hold his legs down in the bath. He lets his feet float up to the top and relaxes his muscles for the first time in a couple hours. He hears Eddie chuckle at the sight, and looks over to see him. His boyfriend. His favorite person. His love. Yeah,
love
. That felt so right.