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King Steve was known for many things in highschool, but a certain rumour had always floated around in Eddie's mind. Steve was supposed to be really good in bed, and great with his tongue.
The idea of that alone had fueled some wet dreams all throughout highschool for him, but things were different now. They were friends now.
Eddie figured it wouldn't have been a big deal when he mentioned it. It just casually slipped one day, the two slumped back against Eddie's couch watching a random movie. The thoughts still popped up now and then, but it was in the past for the most part.
"Y'know, I was crushing on you hard in highschool," He blurted out, tilting his head to the side so he could gauge Steve's reaction.
Steve's eyes went wide, but he simply snorted in amusement. "Oh really? I suppose men aren't immune to the Harrington charm," He joked, earning an eye roll from Eddie.
"Shut up," Eddie groaned, nudging Steve with his elbow. "It's not my fault the ladies couldn't stop bragging about how amazing you were in bed," Small jazz hands accompanied his words, Eddie waggled his brows in a way that had Steve laughing.
A dramatic gasp had Eddie shooting Steve a glare, knowing his words would reek of sarcasm before they even left his mouth. "Were you just crushing on me because you thought I'd be good in bed?"
With a slight huff, Eddie directed a kick over to Steve's ankle. He giggled when the man yelped in response. "Actually, that wasn't the catch for me. I was more so excited because you were rumoured to be good with your tongue, if ya' catch my drift," He replied with a teasing edge to his tone.
Steve seemed to perk up at that, staring at Eddie with a slight hint of red to his cheeks. "Now that was totally true," He remarked with a sly grin.
"Sure it was, Harrington. Not like that mattered, it was enough to get me off for a couple years," Eddie blabbed, and it was more than he'd wanted to say, but he figured Steve wouldn't care.
That wasn't true, because Steve sure cared, but he wasn't mad. Instead his pupils were blown out, his face only grew redder as he chewed on his bottom lip. "You'd get off to me? How?"
Eddie's face contorted in confusion. "Uh, you sure you wanna know that man?" He asked, giving a nervous laugh.
He'd expected Steve to pause and take back what he's asked, but no, he persisted. An eager nod of Steve's head had Eddie growing a little curious.
"Alright," Eddie shrugged, acting nonchalant. He was far from it, he was practically buzzing with excitement. Steve seemed worked up over him. It was seriously a dream come true for him. "Usually I'd finger myself and rub at my dick. I imagined you between my thighs, taking me apart with your tongue," He admitted, a slight grin on his face at the memory.
His attention was brought back to Steve when he let out a shaky groan. "Eddie, Eddie let me eat you out," Steve's voice was almost whiney.
He shot Steve a hesitant look, "I know I've got the parts for that but I'm still a guy Harrington? I've got bottom growth too, it's different," Eddie explained, his voice a bit nervous as he waited for Steve to back out.
It never happened though. "I know, I like guys too, figured it out a while back. I wanna suck your dick, please? I'm really good at it?"
Once he knew Steve was fully into this, a smirk made its way onto Eddie's face. Steve seemed almost pathetic, Eddie fucking loved it. He glanced down to see Steve was fully hard too, which only boosted his ego.
"Oh honey, you're just gagging for it huh? You're that eager to get your mouth on me?" Eddie's voice was sickeningly sweet.
Steve gave quick eager nods, his mouth already hanging open. "Uh-huh, wanna make you feel good, please?" He asked again, rubbing his legs together.
Eddie gave an amused hum before rising to his feet. He glanced down at Steve, signalling for him to follow. It was amusing to watch him scramble up, following Eddie to his bedroom like a dog. He panted like one too.
"Anything you want me to do to you Stevie? Any reward you're hoping to get for being so good?" He asked with a brow raised as he kicked the door shut behind him.
Sitting down on the bed with Eddie, Steve shook his head. "No, just wanna make you feel good. I love eating people out, it's so hot, love making 'em shake and moan," Steve admitted with a grin.
Each word went straight to Eddie's dick. He began throbbing in his jeans, needing to squirm for some form of relief. Eddie wanted to spend way more time teasing Steve. Normally he would, he'd take his time to get his partner needy and desperate. Right now Steve had him feeling desperate, and he hadn't even been trying to.
"Okay, yeah, we need to hurry this up," Eddie said with an uneven voice.
He fumbled to unbutton his jeans, kicking them off and onto the ground. Steve was watching him with hungry eyes, he felt vulnerable, but that just urged him on.
When he hooked a thumb beneath the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down Steve let out a small moan. Eddie smirked up at Steve, who rushed to clamber over him and kick off his own jeans.
"You ready big boy? Gonna take me apart with your tongue?" Eddie teased, he laughed when Steve simply pouted in response.
Then Steve was shuffling down, paying no mind to his own dick which strained against his boxers. All of his attention was on the space between Eddie's thighs. Eddie wiggled his hips to tempt Steve, watching as the man ducked his head down. He shivered with anticipation, waiting impatiently for him to just start.
Eddie had expected Steve to start off shy. He had a vagina, sure, but his equipment definitely looked a bit different than what Steve was used to. He'd expected some tentative licks, something small, a smidge of hesitance.
Pleasure shot through his veins, earning a groan from him. Eddie wasn't loud in bed, he hardly ever made noise, but Jesus H. Christ. Steve dove right in, sucking at his bottom growth, flicking his tongue in a way that had Eddie writhing. His thighs clamped down against the sides of Steve's head, but he didn't seem to care. In fact, Steve must've liked it.
That was the only possible reason why wearing Eddie's thighs as fucking earmuffs would earn a whimper from the man between his legs.
Whine after whine escaped from Steve's lips as he ate Eddie out. Every noise he let go made Eddie gush, he was growing embarrassingly wet under the man's tongue. He was also paying zero attention to Eddie's hole, instead focusing all of his attention on his dick. It was nice, but if Steve didn't get something to fill him up soon Eddie would do it himself.
Eddie let out a high moan when the pad of Steve's finger teased at his hole. He didn't even have the mind to be embarrassed by the sound, Eddie was so wet, and so fucking desperate.
"Steve, c'mon baby, making me feel so good," He panted out, rocking his hips down against Steve's mouth. "Need your fingers, 'm so wet," He muttered with a slight whine to his voice.
Again, Eddie couldn't find it in him to be embarrassed. Not when he was consumed with this much need. He'd been waiting for this since sophomore year, and it was finally happening. Finally, he had Steve's mouth on him, and it was so so good. He needed more, more, more.
Steve must've noticed his pathetic desperation, because soon enough a finger was sinking into Eddie. He let out a choked moan, grinding down against his finger. Eddie let his legs relax, but when Steve began to pump his finger in and out? His thighs clamped right back around Steve's head.
"Oh- fuck, yeah, so good for me baby- Makin' me feel sooo good, give me more, come on," Eddie's voice faltered every time Steve moved his finger.
A pleased hum against his dick had Eddie shuddering, giving another wiggle of his hips. He opened his mouth to continue asking for more, but wound up letting a pathetic whine go when another finger sunk in.
Eddie only got a moment to adjust, then Steve popped his lips off of his dick. It made Eddie whimper, which what the fuck Eddie Munson did not just honestly whimper. Then his lips were wrapped loosely back around it, he dragged his tongue along Eddie's bottom growth, then began flicking it in a way that left Eddie moaning out Steve's name.
As if that wasn't enough, Steve's fingers began thrusting inside of him, crooking around for a moment before he hit the perfect spot that left Eddie grasping at the sheets.
"Steve! Shit, 's so good, feels so fucking good! Right there baby, don't- don't stop, okay? Don't stop Steve, fuck!" Eddie's words were interrupted with moans as Steve's fingers kept pounding down against his g-spot.
Eddie felt heat pooling in his gut, his whole body felt hot and his mind grew hazy. He was mindlessly grinding down, chasing his orgasm desperately. It didn't help that Steve was a whiny mess against his dick, each vibration made him grow closer and closer to the edge.
His eyes squeezed shut as a long moan escaped his lips. "Oooh fuck," Eddie groaned, his grinding grew more frantic as he got even closer.
"Faster, please? Please Steve? I need it, it's so good, please!" He begged, voice pathetically small, but Steve sure heard him.
Then the fingers inside of him pounded in faster. They twisted in a way that felt fucking perfect, Steve's tongue only speeding up against his dick, which Eddie honestly didn't think was possible.
"Yes! Right there!" Eddie's words were almost slurring together from pure pleasure, "Fuck, Steve!"
Eddie came with a loud shout of Steve's name. He clenched hard around Steve's fingers, thighs squeezing Steve's head so tight he knew it had to have hurt. Eddie got no complaints from Steve, who kept going as his thighs shook. Eddie's whole body practically vibrated as he finished, the pleasure was enough to get him choking out a sob.
His mind was fuzzy, but Eddie could feel the mattress moving beneath him. Just after he'd finished, he watched Steve's body go stiff as he whimpered. He tensed and whined, thrusting down against the mattress.
It took Eddie a moment, he had to come down enough to at least think straight. Once it hit though? Even with his recent orgasm, Eddie couldn't help but let out a groan.
"Jesus, Steve did you just-?"
An obvious blush spread across Steve's face, when he managed to shuffle up next to Eddie the dark spot on his boxers gave him away. "Yeah, sorry," He apologised with a small voice.
Eddie was quick to shake his head, looking over at Steve with half lidded eyes and a blissed out smile. "No no no, that was fuckin' hot Steve. I didn't even touch you, all it takes is some good dick and you're losing control, huh?" Eddie teased.
That earned him a slap to the shoulder. "If you don't shut up you're gonna get me worked up again," Steve said with a glare.
He laughed in response, giving a small shrug. "Maybe I'm hoping for a round two? After a nap though, I can't feel my legs man," Eddie admitted, knowing I would feed Steve's ego.
"Then a nap sounds good," Steve agreed while kicking his boxers off, discarding them carelessly against Eddie's bedroom floor. "We are gonna do this again though, yeah?"
Again, Steve's words had Eddie barking out a laugh. The look of worry on Steve's face had him instantly clamping his lips shut. "Sorry, sorry, I figured that was obvious. I mean, I've gotta return the favour, I don't think any guy's ever made me cum that hard."
Steve cocked up an interested brow at that, "Do you have to return the favour? Or do you just really really want to?" His voice wavered playfully, he shimmied around for dramatic effect.
It drew a dumb giggle out of Eddie, he sent a kick to Steve's leg before flipping to lie on his side. He batted his lashes at Steve, who took the hint and laid on his side to face Eddie. "Keep your mouth shut and cuddle with me, 'kay?"
Before his eyes could shut Steve was cackling. "Eddie Munson is a cuddler, seriously?" He joked.
The words, although playful, made Eddie's cheeks burn red. He was prepared to flip over and mope when Steve's arms wrapped around him. He scooted in close, his head rested against Eddie's throat and he could feel the man breathing. He also felt his lashes as his eyes fluttered closed.
"Just kidding dear, I'm a cuddler too."
Eddie gave a content hum in response, letting his own eyes fall closed.
He was far too tired to protest the pet name. Instead his sleepy mind decided to retort with one of his own.
"Of course you are sweetheart," He murmured, voice just above a whisper.
Eddie could feel Steve giggling against his neck, both of them smiling like idiots as they drifted off.