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“I told you that if you were a brat, you wouldn’t get anything.” Eddie has Steve splayed out underneath him, face pressed into the sheets, hitching his hips back and begging for whatever Eddie will give him. Eddie slaps him across his ass, and it gets him a beautiful whine from Steve’s throat. “Do you think I’m a liar, Stevie?”
“No,” Steve muffles, still canting his hips back against Eddie’s orders to stay still. Most of the time, Eddie is in the mood to entertain Steve’s bratty side, mostly because he fucking loves it; but tonight they had agreed on something a little harsher, a little more degrading, so Eddie shakes himself back into his headspace and grabs a fistful of the asscheek he just spanked.
“Then why are you acting like it?”
Eddie spanks him again, his own cock twitching in his jeans at the poor yelp his boyfriend lets out. His back is flushed a gorgeous pink color, not quite as deep as the flaming marks a little lower, and he’s straining against the belt keeping his forearms tied together at the small of his back. Steve loves being tied up, which means Eddie loves tying him up even more, and he tugs back on the belt so Steve’s upper body will lift up into the air.
“Answer me nice and clear, Steve.”
“W–want you—”
Eddie yanks on the belt again and hears something in Steve’s shoulder pop. “Shit. You okay?”
“Yeah,” Steve answers, rolling it to make extra sure that he’s not in any real pain.
“Color?”
“Green,” Steve says quickly enough, sinking back down onto the bed and settling into his headspace. “Want you to punish me.”
“You want me to punish you…” Eddie scratches his nails down the red handprints on Steve’s ass, soaking in the way he squirms. “Darling, you do know that you aren’t supposed to enjoy being punished, don’t you?”
“Fine,” Steve grunts, spreading his knees. “Want you to fuck me then. Please.”
Eddie glances at the bottle of lube next to him on the bed. Steve is absolutely not getting fucked tonight, the little brat; but Steve doesn’t know that, and Eddie suddenly has a plan that both satisfies what Steve asked for and punishes him at the same time. Fuck yes.
Eddie gets off the bed to shuck off his jeans and boxers, whipping his t-shirt over his head and soothing his hand over Steve’s side when he whines and lifts his head up to see where Eddie went. He looks groggy and needy already, and Eddie can’t wait to make him suffer just a little bit.
He climbs back on the bed and shoves Steve’s head back down into the pillow, pressing on it once before pulling his hand back, a silent stay there. He grabs the bottle of lube and slicks up his fingers, bringing them down to rub gently over Steve’s hole, a barely-there pressure he knows will make Steve desperate.
“Come on,” Steve begs, then tacks on a “please” like he suddenly remembered his manners, and Eddie can’t help but smile. He pushes one finger in slowly, biting his lip at how soft and warm Steve is inside, his body lighting up at the memories of fucking him. But he can’t get too carried away so he focuses on fingering Steve, making sure to press up against Steve’s prostate every couple of thrusts, his own cock bobbing at every little noise that falls out of Steve’s throat. Eddie can ignore his own needs for now; he’s always been more focused on his partner’s pleasure than his own anyway.
“That feel good, baby?”
“Uh huh,” Steve sighs, his hands twisting into fists as Eddie pulls out and slides in a second finger. He stretches Steve out as much as possible with both, anticipation building in his chest for what’s coming next. He loves being able to let out a little bit of his meaner side with Steve, especially when Steve takes it so sweetly, so he decides that two fingers is just enough to make Steve angry about what he’s about to do.
Eddie slides his fingers out of Steve’s hole and quickly slicks himself up, then drizzles some more lube directly onto Steve’s heated skin, his boyfriend’s hips jumping away from the sensation.
“Cold,” Steve mumbles, squirming around as Eddie grabs himself and teases the head of his cock around Steve’s rim. Steve makes a questioning noise. “No condom?”
“We’re not going to need one,” Eddie says, nonchalant. He watches Steve closely, feels like he can see the gears turning in his boyfriend’s pretty little head, and then something clicks into place. “No, no, please—”
“Oh, but sweetheart,” Eddie drawls, pushing Steve’s asscheeks together and lazily grinding his cock between them, a mockery of where Steve really wants him. “I thought you wanted me to fuck you.”
“Inside me,” Steve spits, shoving his hips back every time Eddie’s cockhead catches on his stretched rim.
“Yeah, that’s, uh… that’s not gonna happen, baby.” Eddie grinds down a little harder, squeezing Steve’s ass in his hands, digging his fingers into the parts where the red is the darkest. Steve makes a wet sound like he’s going to cry. “Come on, big boy. Did you really think you were going to get your way after you behaved the way you did?”
Steve digs his fingers into his palms and nods into the pillow.
“Huh.” Eddie pulls his hand back and brings it down hard on Steve’s ass, his boyfriend almost unseating him from how hard he twitches at the sting. It revs Eddie’s engine like nothing else, his cock leaking precome onto Steve’s slick skin. “I must not be making myself clear enough then.”
“Eddie, please—”
“When I tell you that you’d better behave,” Eddie starts, trying to keep his breathing under control as he grinds rough against Steve, “that means if you don’t, you’re going to be punished. Does that make sense? Or does that stupid, pretty head of yours need me to explain it again?”
“‘M not stupid,” Steve whines, flexing his fingers and curling them right back into fists. His poor cock is leaking onto the sheets, bobbing back and forth with every grind of Eddie’s hips.
“Mm, I think you are,” Eddie condescends, leaning down so he can hover over Steve’s ear. “You really thought I was going to fuck you after all of that. Sounds like stupid slut behavior to me.”
“No, I’m not, I’m—”
“You know exactly what you are,” Eddie spits, feeling sparks go off behind his balls as his whole body starts to clench and tighten, his rhythm skipping as he chases his orgasm. “You’re my pretty, bratty, stupid little whore who’s not even well-behaved enough to deserve my dick.” He enunciates each word with a hard grind of his hips, eyes rolling back at the slick drag. “But it’s okay, baby, I forgive you.”
Steve’s voice tilts up into something almost innocent. “Really?”
“Yeah, angel, you know why?”
Steve shakes his head, his hair flopping across Eddie’s face, and Eddie slows down his pace just so he can readjust and brush it off of Steve’s forehead, his boyfriend craning his neck to the side to look at him with wide, glassy, perfect brown eyes. He’s hanging onto Eddie’s every word like he needs them to live, and Eddie knows he almost does, so Eddie gives them to him.
“It’s because I know you can’t help it.”
And Steve lets out the loudest, most desperate moan as he shuts his eyes and drops his hips against the sheets, unseating Eddie as he grinds himself down until his breath hitches and he comes all over himself. Eddie watches his face as he shudders through it, eyebrows pinched and lips slightly parted, breathing in little hitches of air until he goes boneless and slowly blinks his eyes back open.
Eddie smiles at him. Steve lazily smiles back.
“You’re so pretty,” Eddie coos, running his hand through Steve’s hair again. He lowers his hips and grinds once, watches Steve’s eyes flash at the reminder that Eddie is still hard, and relishes in the heat that bursts under his skin when Steve grinds back against him.
“Come on,” Steve slurs, hitching his hips back again.
“You sure?”
“Wouldn’t be asking… if I wasn’t.”
So Eddie wastes no time picking his rhythm back up, the slick sound of his cock sliding back and forth sending heat flashing through his body, and it’s no time at all before he’s shaking apart and shooting stripes of come across Steve’s back and bound arms.
“Perfect, baby,” Eddie pants, pulling back and making quick work of undoing the belt wrapped around Steve’s arms, helping him roll over onto his back so Eddie can massage some of the feeling back into them. They’ll wash the sheets later in Steve’s fancy washing machine, Eddie focused now on making sure his boy is taken care of.
They sit up and he helps Steve drink some water even as Steve shoots him a glare that says I can hold it myself, asshole, ever the feisty one even after Eddie just made him come his brains out. But this aftercare is just as much for Eddie as it is for Steve, so he doesn’t let up even when Steve starts swatting at him.
“Behave, Steve,” Eddie clips, handing him a juice box and getting an eye roll as Steve stabs the little straw into the cardboard. They haven’t been doing this with each other for more than a couple of months, and no matter how deep Steve goes, he always comes back like this right after. Huh.
“You know it’s okay to be taken care of, right?” Eddie asks quietly, playing with the hair on the back of Steve’s neck. He feels Steve stiffen next to him. “I know you like taking care of other people. And honestly, I really admire that about you. But it doesn’t make you less able to do that just because you let yourself be pampered every once in a while.”
Steve stares down at his juice box, a flush on his cheeks. Eddie stares at him, giving him time to respond without rushing him, and eventually, Steve shifts.
“Can we work on it?”
Eddie’s mouth pulls up into a tiny smile, and he leans all the way into Steve’s space. “Of course we can.”
Steve beams at him, and because Eddie is a bit of a nuisance at his core, he uses Steve’s distraction to steal a sip from his juice box.
“What the fuck!” Steve sputters, laughing as Eddie rolls back over to the other side of the bed. “This is my aftercare juice box!”
“It’s our aftercare juice box now,” Eddie laughs, shrieking as Steve squeezes the box and squirts fruit punch Hi-C at his face. Oh, Steve wants a fight? Eddie will give him a fight. He yells out a battle cry and lunges at Steve, tackling him to the bed and squishing the juice box between them as their limbs kick out at each other, bright red juice spilling all over the bed.
“You stained my fucking sheets!”
Oh, well. They’re washing them later anyway.