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Poor little rich boy Steve Harrington spent his entire life being ignored by his parents and idolized by everyone else.
Well, maybe not everyone. Both Jonathan Byers and Billy Hargrove had their shot at concussing him, although Steve had definitely deserved that hit from Byers. Whatever.
His methods of dealing with his soulless summer job were somewhat unconventional. What was he going to do? Therapy meant bills, bills he didn’t have the money to pay for ever since his father cut him off.
Mr. Harrington was convinced his son would shape up into an acceptable young man eventually, college degree or not.
Steve had no interest in becoming an acceptable young man. He’d settle for feeling human first.
There were many reasons why he spent almost every weekend in Indianapolis, but all of those reasons existed inside of Church. An ironic name for a gay kink club. It had sort of become an inside joke for him and Robin, the only other person who knew about his specific type of therapy.
His problem was that he sometimes became too aware of the body he inhabited. Whenever he noticed himself getting too anxious, he knew it was time to go.
Entering the place was like stepping into another world. There were no gods here, but it surely was heaven.
The anonymity of the big city allowed him to toss clothes into the car, drive over there and change in the backseat once he’d parked. Sliding on leather pants both felt like he was wearing a costume and like he was finally becoming himself again. Back in the front seat, he applied a little bit of eyeliner and locked up the car, before walking the small distance to his sanctum.
The scanning of his fake ID by the gruff bouncer was almost automatic now, they knew his face. He was the pretty boy with good hair and a need to please. Since he’d been coming here, there were a few men he hooked up with on a regular basis, but he hadn’t really found his perfect match yet.
He wasn’t in a rush though, in a big city like this, he was sure eventually someone would walk through that door and sweep him off his feet.
That’s not exactly what happened.
Steve focused on breathing steadily. He was in one of the designated rooms of the club, kneeling in the middle of the bed with his hands in his lap. A silky shawl was tied over his eyes, robbing him of his vision.
He was waiting. He’d talked to one of his doms last weekend, who told him he wouldn’t be able to make it, but he promised to find him the perfect replacement.
Steve had flattered him, told him he wasn’t that replaceable. Since they both knew their arrangement wasn’t exclusive, it was more of a pleasantry than anything else.
Besides, as his dom said: if he didn’t like the guy, he’d always be able to opt out of the scene.
Taking in a sharp breath as he heard footsteps, the tension returned to his body. His mystery dom was here.
“Well, this is a surprise.”
His voice sounded deep, amused, satisfied. Good, Steve was keen to enjoy himself. If this man was happy with what he saw, that only left Steve himself.
He heard the door close, before the mattress dipped with the weight of the other man and he felt him fiddle with the blindfold before it slipped off his face.
As his vision returned to him, he was greeted by the dark, dark, dark eyes of Eddie Munson.
A surprise indeed.
“Fancy meeting you here, Harrington.”
Oh jesus, Steve was going to pass out. Eddie was grinning, his expression wild, like he wasn’t entirely sure what was happening either.
“..Munson.”
“..In the flesh.”
Eddie smiled, he’d risen from the bed again, letting his eyes trail over Steve’s bare chest, his thighs, still trapped inside the leather pants he was wearing.
“How’d..- Where..- Why..- Wha..-?”
“Work through it, big boy. I know you’ll get there in the end.”
Eddie’s eyes were still a little wild, but there was a flash of something in them as Steve’s mind finally supplied the necessary information.
“..Hanky code.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, he’s got it.”
That black bandana had been the bane of Steve’s existence for a while, every time Eddie appeared in English class, or at Starcourt Mall or at some party to supply drugs. It swung from his left back pocket like a taunt.
To be fair, in Hawkins; the difference between hoping someone was flagging and assuming they just liked the convenience of a nearby bandana was a concussion.
Steve had had enough of those to last him a lifetime, thank you very much.
“Did you know it was me? Before you came here, I mean?” Steve asked, a little offended when Eddie scoffed.
“Nah man, my friend just said he’d been forced to pass on his appointment with a pretty little sub who aimed to please and wasn’t afraid of a little pain.”
Eddie’s grin turned wolfish and Steve squirmed under his gaze. The metalhead had always been known in Hawkins as the local freak, an outcast who played his stupid nerd game and could upsell good weed to you.
Steve always had a thing for him. He liked brunettes with curly hair and a strong personality, sue him. Somehow, not really speaking to Munson outside of their ‘business transactions’ and occasional follow-up smoke sessions made the man more intriguing.
One time, when they’d taken their time and allowed the weed to really hit home, Steve’s gaze had lingered on Eddie’s lips and the other caught him.
“..You could kiss me if you want to.”
He’d said it so softly Steve didn’t catch it at first, but once he’d processed it he’d only swallowed hard and forced himself to leave the Munson trailer.
Maybe Eddie thought he could get his comeuppance now? Finding Steve in a vulnerable position like this, a way to permanently damage the reputation of a former high school hero?
Steve snapped himself out of it. Eddie wasn’t spiteful. He hoped.
Eddie felt a little untethered. This was his place, his escape from Hawkins. Now, with the figure of Steve Harrington in front of him, he felt like a bat, rudely awakened from sleep by an explorer’s flashlight.
However, unexpectedly, they were connected now. This place and the specific sins people sought out here were only indulged in with trust and understanding. It was, after all, the core tenet of the sub-culture.
Eddie shrugged off his leather jacket, he was only wearing a shredded-up Black Sabbath shirt under it. It was warm in this room. There was a bead of sweat making its slow way down his spine, pooling in the divit of his lower back.
Tossing it over a chair in the corner, he looked at Steve. Where the man had looked distant before, he’d blinked out of it now.
“Where did you go?” Eddie asked him. His voice was soft, grounding, but Steve looked confused. He didn’t understand the question. “Huh?”
“I lost you there, for a sec. You good?” Eddie smiled, expression still searching.
Steve’s smile was soft. “Yeah.”
Eddie seemed to consider that, moving so he was sitting at the edge of the bed. “So, did you reach a conclusion?” He wondered.
“I’m okay with doing a scene with you.” Steve said, looking at the man. “..If you keep this between you and me.” He added. There it was, Eddie understood. He nodded, moving the silk shawl he’d removed from Steve’s face through his fingers as he rose from the bed again, standing near the edge of it. Putting space between them.
“I swear, on my honor as a dungeon master.”
Steve exhaled a breath through his nose, his eyes following the movement of the shawl as Eddie fiddled with it. “You want the blindfold back on, Stevie? Make it a bit more bearable for you, if you don’t have to look at me.”
Eddie’s laugh was self-deprecating, but it died in his throat as he caught sight of the heat in Steve’s gaze. “..Steve?”
Steve placed his hands in front of him, making his way over to the edge of the bed with a slow, predatory crawl. Eddie was used to feeling like prey, but not usually during sessions like this. He drank Steve in, watching the elegant movement of his hips.
Eddie’s curled fingers around his jaw.
Arousal was a languid burn in his gut, he was familiar with the sensation. He knew what to do. He could see the way Steve’s eyes fluttered as he tightened his grip.
“You’re an eager one, aren’t you?” Eddie asked, forcing a whine from Steve’s lips. He could feel the change, the confidence flooding his brain. “How long has it been, Steve?” He wondered.
“How long have you been waiting for someone to take you out of that pretty little head?”
Steve was blinking slowly at him, panting a little. Eddie dropped the blindfold and used his other hand to grip at the hair at the back of Steve’s neck. The man hissed, his gaze flicking over to look Eddie in the eye. “..A while. A couple weeks.”
Eddie released his hair, brushing a thumb over Steve’s cheek. “Good job. I want verbal answers from you every time. You understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Steve leaned into his touch, chasing his hand by tilting his head as Eddie let him go to take his rings off. “What’s your safeword?” He dropped his rings in the pocket of his jacket, feeling Steve’s gaze on him the entire time.
“..It’s tiger.”
Eddie actually cackled at that, throwing his head back with a gleeful smirk as he turned to face Steve again. “Once a jock, always a jock, huh?” He asked, delighted to see the glare on the other man’s face.
“Shut up, Munson..”
Oh, a jock and a brat, Eddie was going to eat Steve Harrington alive.
When Eddie rushed back to the bed, the speed of it nearly startled Steve. His energy was so frantic, feral. He was all heat and fire, but not in a dangerous way. In a way that made Steve want to act up, just to find out what Eddie would do.
He let out a sharp gasp as one of Eddie’s fingers gripped his left nipple. It was a twinge of pain, all focused on one spot.
“What was that?” Eddie’s face was next to his, whispering into his ear. His lips brushed against his earlobe and Steve shivered, despite the throbbing sensation in his nipple.
“I’m sorry, sir.” He rushed, biting back a whimper as Eddie released the grip on his nipple.
“There you go, good boy. That wasn’t hard, was it?” His tone was condescending, a little mean. Steve wanted to get drunk on it. “No, it wasn’t. Thank you, sir.”
Eddie smiled, his eyes lingering on Steve’s flushed chest. “We’ll use the traffic light system, alright?” Steve rushed to nod, before remembering his instructions. “Yes sir. I know it.”
“Perfect. Alright, lay down on your back. Hands above your head.”
Steve scrambled to comply, the hard line of his cock pressed against his leather pants. He dropped himself in the middle of the bed, quickly crossing his wrists above his head. Looking at Eddie, he watched the man strip the shirt from his torso, dropping it next to him before he kneeled on the end of the bed and made his way over to Steve until he was hovering above him.
“Can you keep those there, or do I need to cuff you?” He asked, his curls were hanging at the sides of his head like a curtain. Steve wanted to feel if they were soft like he imagined.
“I’ll be good.” He promised. “What’s your safeword, sir?”
His entire body twitched when Eddie sat down in his lap, slim thighs offering a delicious friction that had Steve automatically thrusting up to meet it. Eddie traced beautiful fingers down his sides, making him squirm. “It’s coffin. Thank you for asking, that’s so sweet of you.” He smiled, while Steve squirmed and twitched some more. “So ticklish, baby.”
Steve was mesmerized by Eddie’s chest, the tattoo there, which was joined by the ones he’d seen before, on his arms. He could see scars under his chest, the faint upside down T shapes they created. One nipple was pierced, the other wasn’t. Steve wondered if Eddie had more piercings and if he’d see them.
“You’re nearly going cross-eyed over there, Stevie.. You’re doing okay? You want to give me a color?” Eddie asked him, Steve thought he could see a hint of insecurity in those dark eyes.
“..Green. Do you have any more piercings?” Steve rushed, making Eddie’s eyes widen before they narrowed. His grin was like the Cheshire cat, satisfied and dangerous. He leaned over, bringing his face to Steve’s. He flicked his tongue out to lick a stripe of wet saliva over Steve’s lips. The little ball of his tongue piercing hit the underside of Steve’s nose. It should have been gross, disgusting even, but Steve was moaning and opened his mouth for more. He even licked his lips, before letting his tongue lull out.
He felt desirable, he’d never felt more wanted in his entire life.
Eddie looked at him like he was a gift from the heavens above, before he smiled and spat directly into Steve’s mouth, making his body jerk. He felt like he was floating, slick precum on his leg.
The pants felt like a prison, with the way Eddie rutted against him.
“Fuck, baby.. Why don’t you swallow and tell me exactly how happy you are with your gift?”
Eddie was going to kill him.
He swallowed.
“Thank you, sir.” He sucked more air into his lungs.
“You’re welcome, princess.” Steve shivered, shifting his hips to meet Eddie’s thrusts. He asked him for a color. “So green, sir.” There was confusion when Eddie moved away from him, making little wounded sounds.
Eddie’s hand came back to his cheek, rubbing soothing circles into the skin. “Shh, you’re okay, baby. I’m just taking my pants off.”
Steve watched, transfixed. Eddie stepped out of his ripped jeans, pooled at his feet. He was wearing boxers. Steve’s eyes were focused on the wet patch there, the way Eddie had to pull the material away from himself, because it clung to him. His mouth was watering.
He had never wanted to taste someone so badly in his life.
Eddie felt self-conscious for only a moment, until he saw the hunger, the way Steve licked his lips. He pulled his boxers down, stepped out of those as well. Left them on the floor as he kneeled on the bed again.
He was slick, wetness clinging to his pubic hair. He presented himself, spreading his folds with two fingers. He smiled, as his finger flicked the curved barbell that was resting right on his hard cock. The VCH, the best investment he ever made, even if it stung like a bitch and wearing denim was hell for a while.
Steve was looking at him like there was a miracle happening right in front of his eyes.
It was kind of cute. Eddie moved closer, watched the boy’s eyes cross, while still staring. “..You like it that much?” He asked, making his gaze snap up. “Please, let me feel it, sir?” Eddie looked at Steve’s arms, still above his head, although his hands were shaking.
“Feel it how?” Eddie asked, tilting his head slightly.
The corners of his mouth curled, he wanted to hear Steve say it. “Eddie.. Let me eat you out.” He sounded tortured, like he’d die without the chance of tasting him.
It was flattering, but Eddie was not that easy. Or that nice. He tutted.
“What was that, sweetheart?”
He gripped Steve’s jaw, catching the moment he realized his mistake.
“Sir. I meant.. sir. I’d like to taste you, sir. Please?” His chest was rising and falling rapidly, but Eddie could feel his cock straining in his pants from where he was kneeling over him. He was so into this, it was thrilling.
Eddie reached down, stroking himself, shivered when the piercing pressed against his cock, slick remaining on his fingers as he pulled away again.
He smeared it over Steve’s lips, pushing the fingers in between them. An eager tongue lapped at the digits, hungrily sucking them deeper into his mouth.
“You’re so pretty when you beg, Stevie.”
He hummed as Steve whined around his fingers, pressing them a little deeper, sliding them over his tongue as he dragged them out again. He wiped them on Steve’s chest hair, dragged a thumb over a hard nipple.
“In fact, you’re pretty most of the time, princess.” He smiled as Steve went pink, looking away from him. “Aw, what’s wrong, Stevie? Do you get soooo shy when someone tells you you’re pretty? Come on, baby girl.. Tell me.” He moved the leg that was still between Steve’s legs, pressing a knee over his crotch.
A little pressure, but it forced a gasp from Steve. His whole body reacted, curling in towards the feeling, while also squirming to get away from it.
“Color, Steve.”
Steve’s eyes opened again, they’d fluttered closed. He focused on Eddie, he had tears on his eyelashes.
“Green, green.” He moaned, rutting up against Eddie’s knee. “..More, please.. Sir.”
Eddie shook his head, moved away. Steve sobbed.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
One of Steve’s hands twitched, like he was struggling to keep them where Eddie wanted them.
“I get shy, sir. B-because.. I like it. I want you to call me pretty. I.. like being pretty.”
Eddie considered this. “There you go, that wasn’t that difficult, was it? You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?”
Steve nodded, frantically. “Yes, sir..”
He pressed his knee down some more, staring up at Steve as he let out a startled “Ohhh, fuck, fuck!”
His thighs clenched around Eddie’s leg, still rutting desperately, like he was frustrated. Eddie stilled him with a hand on his thigh, cupped his crotch.
His straining cock was clearly visible, but there was something else. The shape of something at the base.
Eddie squinted at Steve, his fingers starting to work on the laces of his pants.
“..Princess,” Steve was whining, clearly missing the constant friction, but Eddie needed to see this.
“Lift your hips.” Steve complied, Eddie stripped him of his pants, which was a slower process than he wanted it to be.
Of course he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Once the pants were on the floor, Eddie could finally see.
A gleaming cockring was nestled at the base of Steve’s dick. Eddie’s mouth was watering. “Oh.. It is my birthday.” He grinned, dangerous.
“Steeeve Harrington, you really are my favorite kind of slut. Release your arms, baby, I want to try something.”
Steve sighed, bringing his arms down to lie next to him, shaking them a little to get the beginning of soreness out of them. He looked at Eddie, blinking slowly. “What, sir?”
Eddie’s tied his hair up. “I’m taking the ring off and then I’m sucking you off. If you can hold on for five minutes without cumming, you can suck me off.” Steve smirked, rising to the challenge. Feeling cocky.
“You don’t think I have stamina, Munson?”
He winced as Eddie’s hand closed around his balls, tight.
Immediate punishment.
“Brat.” Eddie squeezed. Steve whimpered. “I’m sorry, sir. Five minutes, I’ll be good.” Eddie watched him for a moment, before letting go.
“Good.”
Steve raised himself on his elbows as Eddie leaned down between his legs, wanting to watch every second. He twitched as Eddie stuck his tongue out, dragging it from the base of his dick to the tip.
Piercing.
He hadn’t removed the cockring yet. He closed his lips around the head, cleaning off the precum that had beaded there.
He locked eyes with Steve as he pulled off, smirking. Steve shivered. He laid back down, deciding he’d do a lot better at the challenge Eddie set for him if he wasn’t watching the man.
Don’t cum, don’t cum.
He gripped the sheets as Eddie trailed a finger over his taint, before opening the ring with a quick movement. Steve made a punched-out sound as Eddie wrapped a hand around the base, a part of him wondering what it would have felt like if he kept the rings on.
“How long have you been wearing that, baby?”
He asked an unexpected question.
Distraction made it difficult to answer for Steve, since Eddie’s hand had started moving. Creating a slick rhythm.
“Stevie?”
He used his other hand, which had been rubbing circles into Steve’s thigh, to flick the head of his dick.
Steve hissed. “I.. I put it on, during prep. I probably waited.. like twenty minutes?”
He moaned loudly as Eddie flicked his dick again, pressing a hand against his mouth to muffle the sound.
“..You waited twenty minutes, what?” Eddie demanded, his other hand letting go of Steve’s dick and grabbing his wrist instead, pulling the hand away from his mouth.
“Go on. I can’t hear you if you cover up, can I?” He sounded condescending, flicking Steve’s dick again, just to hear the loud moan he couldn’t cover up now.
“ Fuck- Sir. I waited twenty minutes, sir.”
Eddie applauded, which made his face burn even more. “Good boy. Everyone always says you’re a bit slow on the uptake, but maybe that’s just because you need a bit of a firm hand, huh? You’ve been doing just wonderful for me..”
Eddie touched his cheek, smiling at him. “Now, try and hold on for five minutes. Make me proud.” Taking his watch off and dropping it on the pile of his clothes, he winked, before ducking down again.
Steve’s eyes rolled back in his head as he felt Eddie’s lips around his dick, feeling the man sink down, down, down, until his nose was nestled in pubic hair.
Steve was sweating, every thought he had in his brain melted away until only Eddie remained. Eddie, who pulled off again, stroked a hand down Steve’s hip.
“You doing alright, Stevie?”
Steve hurried to nod. “Holy shit. I’m.. more than alright, sir.” He keened, high in his throat, as Eddie went down again, not taking him as deep, this time.
Instead, torturously, he focused on the head. Steve felt his back hollow as his hips rose off the bed, almost like he was suspended in mid-air, chasing that sensation.
He absolutely wasn’t going to last.
“Eddie..”
Normally, Eddie would have reprimanded Steve for that, but his name sounded so pretty on his tongue, he let it slide.
He slipped off his cock with a wet pop, licking over the slit and listening to Steve’s desperate little moans.
He pulled off entirely, watching the way it twitched, before turning his attention onto Steve’s thick, hairy thighs.
Fuck, Steve was so hot, it made Eddie want to keep him here forever.
Instead, he settled on licking a stripe up his inner thigh and sinking his teeth in, sucking harshly.
He kissed the purple bruise that appeared there, before doing it again and again. All the while, Steve was whining, still gripping the sheets. When Eddie looked up, there were tears running down his cheek.
“Color, Stevie.”
Steve blinked his eyes open, looking down at him. His tear-stained face and flushed cheeks were almost enough to make Eddie cum right then and there.
“G-green, sir. Feels so good..”
His speech was slurred, floaty. He was there, but he was also not quite there. Focused on pleasure.
Hot.
Eddie pressed a soft kiss on his thigh, before letting a long line of drool land on Steve’s taint, dragging his tongue over Steve’s sac.
After that, he closed his lips around his cock again, taking him into his throat.
Steve’s hands found his hair, closing around the ponytail he’d made and tugging. Eddie moaned, both startled and aroused. He hadn’t expected that, but then again, he also hadn’t told Steve to keep his hands to himself.
“Sir, sir.. I’m not gonna last..”
Eddie hummed around his dick, bobbing his head, which was difficult with Steve’s fingers tugging at his hair, trying to pull him off. Eddie looked at Steve, who was staring at him.
Eddie winked at him again and Steve was a goner.
His back bent again, hopelessly lost as his orgasm washed over him, his cock still trapped in the heat of Eddie’s mouth as he milked him dry.
When Eddie did pull off, he was on him instantly. Draped over his chest and prying his mouth open with eager fingers. Steve looked at him, realizing he hadn’t seen or felt Eddie swallow. He nodded, making the other man smile, before he opened his mouth and fed Steve’s own cum back to him with a searing kiss.
“You’re so nasty, sweetheart..” Eddie mumbled against his lips, affectionately.
“Swallow.”
Steve did.
There was faint music coming from the club upstairs. Eddie recognized it as Poison, he hummed along softly, stroking Steve’s sweaty hair from his face. “You want to know how long that was, baby?” The boy nodded, watching Eddie as he flopped down on the bed to grab his watch again.
“Look at that, five minutes and 23 seconds.. I’m so proud of you.”
He glanced back at Steve, smiling at the eager look that appeared on his face almost immediately. “Really?”
Eddie turned, crawling over Steve’s body until he was kneeling above his chest. “Really.” He took his hair out of the bun again, shaking his head like a dog trying to shake out wet fur.
He leaned down, until they were skin to skin, chest to chest, lounging. “I like your hair..” He looked up at Steve, blinking. Compliments in a place like this, from a boy who earned his nickname for his own impressive hair, it was enough to make his cheeks go pink. “..Thanks. I like yours too.”
Steve giggled at that, amused. “It’s all sweaty.” Humming, Eddie shook his head, before pressing a kiss to Steve’s chest. “The haircut is great, don’t get me wrong.. But this?” He trailed a finger over one of his nipples. “This almost makes me mourn all the locker room fun I missed.”
The other boy sucked in a breath, his eyes going unfocused for a bit, like he was imagining it. “Not a lot of fun. Just the smell of sweaty tube socks.”
Eddie shrugged, sitting up again. “I was wondering if I should cuff you for this, but I kind of want to see what all the fuss was about.” Steve’s face was adorably confused, Eddie smirked down at him. “There’s a lot of gossip going around at school, Stevie. You have quite a reputation with the girls. Visit enough parties and someone will be giggling nearby. Talking with her girlfriends about how you went down on them. A bit of an easy slut, aren’t you?”
He moved his way up, until he was hovering over Steve’s face.
“What do you think, baby? Do you want to prove them right? Honor that rep, King Steve ?”
He grabbed the headboard as Steve gripped his thighs, staring down at him. The boy was grinning, pupils blown.
“Yessir.”
Eddie was so wet. Steve could see it from here, his fingers digging into Eddie’s skin as he tugged him closer. He wasted no time, diving right in to lap at the wetness between those folds, the hard nub of Eddie’s cock nudging his nose. He ran his tongue over it, over the piercing there, before sucking both into his mouth.
Eddie’s entire body jerked, a surprised moan slipping out of his mouth. “Oooh , shit, Steve..” When Steve opened his eyes to look up at Eddie, the man’s head was thrown back, exposing the long line of his neck.
The pick necklace was stuck in between his collarbones, sweat collecting there. He slipped Eddie’s dick out of his mouth with a soft pop, wanting to taste more of the slick, feeling like the entire lower half of his face was already wet with it.
Eddie’s hips were slowly grinding down on his tongue, a little boney, but nothing Steve hadn’t felt before. Panting against Eddie’s dick, he rolled the piercing around on his tongue, loving the soft uh- uh- uh ’s from Eddie above him. He vaguely registered his own dick, twitching back to life.
He smirked when Eddie started babbling, seemingly needing to to vocalize his arousal in another way.
“Fuck, Harrington.. You’re so good, what the hell?” Steve shifted his grip, digging his fingers into Eddie’s asscheeks instead, pulling him in.
“Does that do it for you, Stevie? Hearing how good you can eat pussy? Bet you had the cheerleaders all worked up during those basketball games, huh? Wondering who would get to welcome King Steve under their skirt after a win? In the back of your- Fuck.. Fucking beamer?”
Steve had refocused his efforts on Eddie’s dick, laving spit and sucking on it, both carefully and not so carefully, as Eddie’s slow grinding started getting more desperate by the second.
“Motherfucker , I can’t believe you’re going to be the one to get me off in record time.. I want to do this forever, Stevie.. You were fucking made for this, no thinking.. no worrying, just laying there and using those pink fucking lips to eat me out.”
When Steve pulled off, instead fucking his tongue inside of Eddie, the man nearly burst out into tears out of frustration. “Oh, fuck you.. I was so close..” Steve laughed against him, hearing the hollow thud of a forehead hitting the headboard.
“Such a bastard.”
He nipped at Eddie’s thigh, just to see how he would react. It sent a twitch through him, so Steve did it again. When their eyes met, he could feel his cock twitch. Eddie looked like he was going to eat him alive. He’d never been observed with such hunger. It made him all the more determined. Instead of closing his eyes, he kept his eyes on Eddie, making a show of playing with the piercing, before sucking his dick into his mouth again. He licked noisily, making sure Eddie knew how much he loved it.
The other man’s grinding turned desperate again, but he didn’t look away from Steve. The hunger remained. Eddie tasted like musk and salt. Steve was addicted to it. He could feel exactly when Eddie was getting closer to that edge. His grinding got frantic, he gushed more wetness, his moaning got louder. Steve didn’t relent. He only tightened his grip, pulling Eddie impossibly closer, until he could hardly breathe, determined to give him the best orgasm of his life.
“Fuck fuck fuck, Steve, Steve- Oh, shit- I’m gonna cum, holy shit, that’s-“
Eddie moaned loudly, a hand finding Steve’s hair and tangling in the strands, slowly grinding himself through it. Steve took everything the other gave, the wetness dripping down his chin.
Eddie was panting harshly as he rose, legs shaking.
“How was it?” Steve asked, unable to keep the smugness out of his voice. Eddie laughed, breathless, dropping down on his stomach next to Steve. “I get it now.” He kissed Steve hard, licking his own taste out of his mouth. “You’re hard again, huh?”
Steve smiled against his lips. “I aim to please.” He hissed as Eddie ducked down, latching onto his nipple, sucking harshly. He could feel teeth, which made him buck off the bed a little . “Ed..”
“ I’m going to cuff you, Stevie.. and then I’m riding you.” Eddie announced it like the thought of that didn’t make Steve’s brain shut off again.
He played with his nipples for a bit longer, until Steve was whining and bucking his hips, his cock twitching. “I could probably get you off like this..” Eddie mused. “Maybe next time.”
Next time. Eddie could hope. Hope that Steve wouldn’t be freaked out by their encounter when the haze cleared and he was back in his car, back to that little castle up in Loch Nora. Either way, he himself would have material to jerk off to for years to come. “Sit up against the headboard for me.” He hummed as he made himself comfortable on Steve’s lap again, grabbing the cuffs and smiling as the boy presented his wrists to him.
“Good. You’re learning.” Steve looked slightly miffed at that. Sensitive little sub. Eddie hooked the cuffs to the headboard, making sure Steve’s arms were resting at a comfortable angle, pulled towards either side of the bed, before raising himself up on his knees.
“Ready, princess?”
There was hunger in Steve’s eyes again as he looked at him.
“Green.”
He held Steve’s hip with one hand, the other holding his dick, lining himself up. He sank down torturously slow, getting used to the girth, even if the glide downwards was almost embarrassingly easy. Maintaining eye contact, Eddie had to try very hard to keep his poker face intact.
Yes, Steve’s dick had felt big in his mouth, but this was such a different sensation, so good it almost made him angry. No way that Steve, the recently graduated, former dickhead/high school royalty had also been blessed in this department.
A former dickhead that was currently panting harshly, as his hips thrust up to get ever deeper into Eddie’s cunt. The metalhead tutted, rising up to his knees again, nearly letting his dick slip out
again, much to Steve’s whiny dismay. “Don’t forget your place, Steve..” It was as much of a warning as it was fuel to the fire.
“No, no, no.. Please, I need more of you, please? You’re so fucking tight. Feels..- shit - It’s so good.” Eddie’s fingers wrapped around Steve’s throat again, squeezing softly, effectively cutting off his blissed-out begging.
“Be. Good.”
He waited until Steve’s hips stilled, until the rising of his chest slowed down a bit, until his eyes opened, half-lidded gaze focused on Eddie.
“There you go, sweetheart. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Eddie asked, the hand around Steve’s throat moving to grab his jaw instead, hooking fingers into his mouth. He smiled as Steve’s tongue licked at them eagerly, trying to suck them into his mouth.
“You’re so cockdumb right now, Stevie.. Eager little slut. Do you feel good, baby?”
He was still holding Steve’s mouth open, so the question was mostly rhetorical. When Steve nodded, Eddie pried his mouth open further, the other man sticking his tongue out, before he let another long line of drool fall right into his open mouth again.
“Swallow that for me, princess. Nobody likes a sloppy whore.”
He felt the cock inside of him twitch at that as he let go of Steve. He patted his cheek gently, watching him swallow, before sinking down all the way in one swift movement.
It pulled a low groan from Steve, while Eddie just let out a long breath, wiggling his hips a little as he sat on Steve’s lap. He felt so full, his thighs were coated in a mixture of his own slick, Steve’s spit and precum.
“Fuck..” He rose again after a moment, holding Steve’s shoulders for purchase. Looking at Steve, he could see his eyes closed again, expression blissed out. “You good, baby?” Eddie asked, smirking a little. He thought he was entitled to a little smugness of his own, knowing he’d brought Steve Harrington to a place where he looked like he’d just seen heaven.
“S’good, sir.” Steve said, not opening his eyes, but his lips curled into this dopey smile. Oh yeah, that boy was seeing angels and puffy clouds.
“Give me a color again. You can do that, right?” Steve laughed, a little giggle. “It’s green, sir.”
Eddie smiled, tracing his thumb over Steve’s mouth. He opened it again, sucking his thumb in.
Such an oral fixation. Eddie wasn’t complaining. He swapped his thumb out for two of his fingers, fucking Steve’s mouth a little, before focusing the rest of his attention on starting to ride him earnestly.
They found their rhythm quite quickly, the room filling with the wet sounds of fucking. Eddie tried to usually keep more quiet in these situations, but Steve’s dick was hitting spots inside him that were only intensified by Steve’s hips thrusting up to meet him as he sank down.
His moans only seemed to spur Steve on, so Eddie eventually settled on muffling himself with the task of sucking marks into Steve’s shoulder and neck. It was the feral idea of laying his claim on this moment. Of making sure Steve remembered him, even if he chose not to meet him here again.
He licked over one particularly gnarly bruise, before claiming Steve’s mouth.
Their thrusting got more frantic as they made out like animals. Teeth clashing, drool running down chins as they sucked on each other’s tongue.
Eddie used one of his hands to get himself off as he grinded down on Steve, his face feeling hot as he saw the boy’s eyes trained on the movements of his hand on his dick, toying with the piercing.
“I’m so fucking close, Stevie.. Do you want to come for me? Come on, I’ll do it with you, baby.” Eddie panted, close to Steve’s ear.
“I’ll let you come inside..”
Somehow, that was the thing that did it. Steve gasped, breathlessly, before his face scrunched up and then released.
Mouth falling open in an almost perfect O-shape as he filled Eddie up.
Eddie, who was also falling over the edge, cunt clenching around Steve, milking his cock for every last drop. Eventually, Eddie pulled off on shaky legs.
Sitting in Steve’s lap, he took off the cuffs and helped his arms down, gently rubbing his wrists and stroking his sweaty hair back.
“Well, that was fun.” He concluded, before laughing breathlessly. Rising from the bed on bambi legs, he moved over to the little sink, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it a little before sitting back down on the bed and wiping down Steve’s thighs. “Don’t ever tell me I’m not a gentleman..”
Steve laughed, equally breathless. “I wouldn’t dare.” He sighed, scooting down on the bed a little and laying down on the cleaner side of the bed. He frowned as Eddie moved off the bed, looking through the pile of clothes for his boxers and pulling them on.
“Where the hell are you going, Munson?”
Eddie looked confused. “Party’s over, sweetheart. Time to get back to our boring ol’ lives, right?” Steve rolled his eyes. “Yeah, duh. I’m talking about aftercare, dumbass.” The metalhead’s expression went sceptic.
“You.. give a shit about aftercare? With me?”
That hurt a little, honestly. Aftercare was a fundamental part of doing a scene with someone. The fact that Eddie thought they’d just skip out of each other’s lives like that, risking a drop for the both of them, because he was worried Steve would have some internal freak-out or something? Hurtful.
“Listen, I give a shit about aftercare with everyone, okay? It’s not just for subs, now get over here and cuddle with me. Please.”
Eddie seemed to consider that for a bit, before dropping the t-shirt he’d been holding and making his way back over to the bed.
When Eddie was draped over his chest, absentmindedly tracing patterns in the hair there, he looked up at Steve.
“So.. you had a good time?”
Steve snorted, nodding. “Yeah, dude. I think that's pretty well-established by now.”
Eddie hummed, shrugging a little. “I enjoyed myself too.” They laid in silence for a while, but Steve could practically hear Eddie think.
“You know.. I don’t always dom.” The man mentioned, off-handedly, looking up at Steve again with those big, dark eyes.
“Yeah?” He asked, almost teasing Eddie. “I don’t always sub.” He offered, making the man smile.
“That’s so interesting.”