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“That’s it, princess.”
Steve’s cheeks flush an even darker shade of red than they already are, his hips shifting where Eddie is slowly pressing into him. He’s got Steve all loose-limbed on his sheets, legs spread and already drunk off one orgasm, Eddie working his way toward giving Steve another. He’s just so fucking pretty when he takes Eddie after he comes, all pliant and relaxed and willing to do whatever Eddie asks of him. He’s even prettier when Eddie calls him names, getting all flustered with a hint of shame, and Eddie would be lying if he said he didn’t like making Steve squirm.
“So pretty for me, angel,” Eddie croons, leaning over once he’s all the way in, a few strands of his hair falling out of his hair tie and tickling Steve’s cheeks. Wide, glassy brown eyes stare back up at him, and shit, Eddie has never been able to resist a boy with eyes like Steve Harrington’s, all big and needy like that. It activates something in his monkey hindbrain that he’s not always proud of, the need to scratch and bite and claim and make Steve want for nothing, but right now, it makes him pull out halfway and fuck his hips back in nice and rough.
Steve lets out a moan worthy of the seediest brothels Eddie can conjure up in his mind, sparks running up his spine as he does it again, pulling the same needy moan from Steve.
“Yeah, keep making noises for me,” Eddie breathes out, bracing himself on one arm so he can pet through Steve’s hair as he slowly starts fucking him. Steve gives him a little whine, his eyes never leaving Eddie’s. “Aw, good boy, Stevie.”
Eddie is not expecting the reaction he gets from that.
Steve inhales fast, then chokes on nothing as his entire neck and chest flushes pink, Eddie watching in a trance as Steve stares up at him bewildered. Like a baby deer that just walked on its legs for the first time, like the look of shock Eddie gets when he kills a player character in a campaign. Some mixture of excitement and confusion and betrayal all wrapped up into one, all playing out across Steve’s face in reaction to being called a good boy.
Eddie pauses the movement of his hips, all the way inside of Steve, a grin threatening to break out across his face. “Well, well, well…”
“Shut up,” Steve grumbles, moving his arms over his face. His dick is hard again.
“No, Steve, come on.” Eddie sits up on his knees so he can pull Steve’s arms away from his face. God, he’s so fucking cute, Eddie wants to squish him. “You like being my good boy, don’t you?”
Steve huffs out this worried little whine and shifts on Eddie’s cock, but Eddie doesn’t miss the way Steve’s dick jumps on his stomach, the way he’s fighting so hard to not go boneless and take it.
(It’s something he’s working on with Steve—getting rid of the masculine impulse to fight when he fucks.)
“Stevie, come on,” Eddie goads, poking Steve’s cheek with a ring-clad finger. “You like being praised? Like knowing you’re doing a good job? There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s cute.”
Steve finally looks away from him. “Feel like… feel like I shouldn’t.”
And yeah, okay, Eddie gets it. Steve has changed a lot since Eddie knew him in high school, and has changed for the better in a lot of ways, but he’s still trying to work through some of his more deeply-ingrained hang-ups. Things like letting himself be taken care of, letting himself be submissive, letting himself be loved. And that’s okay. Eddie might not be very good at most things, but he’s good at being the opposite of what society wants him to be, and he’s good at giving Steve Harrington what he needs.
“You can,” Eddie says, starting a slow grind with his hips. “You should. If you like it.”
Steve looks back up at him. “I… I do. Like it.”
“Yeah?” Eddie smiles. “You want me to keep doing it?”
After a few seconds, Steve gives a slow nod.
“Good boy,” Eddie whispers, biting his bottom lip when Steve clenches down around him. “So good at telling me what you want.”
Eddie picks up the pace a little bit, makes sure to get right at the angle that Steve loves, knows he’s gotten it when Steve starts moaning and tugging at his own hair. For as much fuss as Steve used to make about nobody ruining his hair, he sure does love having it messed with. It’s like a direct line to Steve’s pretty dick; all Eddie has to do is yank on it a few times and Steve is putty in his hands.
“Yeah, make yourself feel good, sweetheart.” Eddie trails a hand up Steve’s side, rakes it through his damp chest hair, fingers gliding through the sweat on Steve’s skin. Eddie really doesn’t know how he landed Steve fucking Harrington, what he did to ensnare him and make him stay, but he’s not going to put that out into the universe in case it decides to snatch Steve away from him. Eddie is digging his claws in and not letting go. “Doing so well for me. Making me feel so good.”
Steve is letting out little noises non-stop now, his cock drooling all over the place, wet and shiny at the tip and fucking calling out to Eddie, begging to be in his mouth. When Steve speaks, his voice shakes. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, Stevie,” Eddie pants, readjusting so he can really start to fuck Steve, giving it to him deep and rough. “You always feel so good. So warm and wet around me. Makes me wanna fucking stay there forever because it feels so good. You’re so good, baby. My good boy.”
Steve whimpers, he fucking whimpers, and Eddie feels like he might pass out before he comes at this rate. The number of men he’s actually gone all the way with is low, but none of them hold a candle to Steve, how sensitive and responsive he is, how gorgeous he looks when Eddie is touching him. Eddie selfishly hopes that none of the girls Steve has been with will hold a candle to him either, to the way he makes Steve feel, but he also really doesn’t want to think about Nancy Wheeler right now, so he pushes it out of his mind.
“Say—say that again.”
Eddie’s working up a sweat of his own, focused on fucking Steve until he can’t remember words, a couple more strands of his hair falling out around his face. “Say what, baby?”
Steve swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing. “That I’m—that I’m your…”
“My good boy?”
“Fu-uck,” Steve chokes out, his head lolling back as he reaches down to wrap a hand around his dick. Curse Steve for being able to tell when Eddie is in a nice enough mood to let him touch himself. But Eddie isn’t complaining in the slightest, leaning up so Steve has more room, his knuckles still brushing against Eddie’s stomach as he wrings his cock.
“That’s it,” Eddie croons, still fucking Steve and getting closer and closer to his own orgasm. “So proud of you, baby. Be a good boy and come for me.”
And Steve does, he whines long and loud and shoots over his fist, come landing on his stomach and chest and fuck Eddie wants to lick it up. Knows he’s fucking gross but he can’t help it, not when it’s Steve, just the sight of his boyfriend coming around his cock enough to have Eddie thrusting a few more times and coming into the condom.
“Shit,” Eddie pants, trying not to collapse onto Steve and forcing himself to pull out and tie off the condom instead. And because he can’t ever stop running his mouth… “One day we’ll do this without the condom and I’ll watch my come drip out of you.”
“Eddie!” Steve yelps, halfway between embarrassment and arousal, his soft cock twitching on his stomach. Eddie shouldn’t describe it as cute, but fuck it, it’s cute.
Eddie just laughs, tossing the condom into the little trash bin and flopping down next to Steve, wrapping arms and legs around his body until they’re tangled together. Eddie hadn’t realized how much he likes cuddling after sex until the first time with Steve, the boy immediately pulling Eddie practically on top of him, and now Eddie is addicted. Can’t get enough of it.
“What, you never did that with a girl?”
Steve scrunches his nose up. “No. I always used a rubber. Wasn’t looking to get anybody pregnant.”
“Of course.” Eddie shakes his head. “Steve goody-two shoes Harrington. Bareback virgin.”
“What, and you’re not?”
Eddie shifts awkwardly. “Well, yeah, I am. Mostly because I’m trying not to die though.”
Steve swallows. “Right. Sorry.”
“S’okay,” Eddie says, nuzzling into Steve’s throat. “You’re one of us now. You gotta learn how to take shit in stride.”
Steve laughs, a sad, self-deprecating thing. “I’ve never been good at that. Not when it doesn’t involve monsters or girls with psychic powers.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll learn.” And because Eddie likes pushing Steve’s buttons, he tacks on a little extra at the end. “And I bet you’ll be so good at it when you do.”
Steve makes a choked-off sound and starts squirming against Eddie’s body, and yeah, Eddie knows what that means. Fuck yes.
“Aw, you’re not done? You need to get off again like a pretty whore?”
Steve elbows Eddie in the stomach even as he responds. “You know I do.”
“Fucking ow!” Eddie laughs, tackling Steve until he’s hovering over his boy, his wrists pinned in Eddie’s hands. “You’re gonna pay for that one.”
“Even if I’m good for you?” Steve asks, batting his eyelashes. Fucking brat.
Eddie leans all the way in, hovering inches away from Steve’s face. “Especially if you’re good for me.”
And he’s Steve Harrington, he’s Eddie’s good boy, so of course he pays for it tenfold.