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Steve had woken up in a mood that was growing into an increasingly more common occurrence by the week. From the time he’d woken up (which had involved him rolling over and pulling Eddie forward into the blankets at his chest, and not waking him with his usual soft, adoring kisses along the nape of his neck, fingers gently tucking his hair to the side, but instead with playful little raspberries against his throat and the crook of his neck while Eddie stuttered awake with quiet, tired protests), he hadn’t been able to keep his hands to himself at all.
In fact, it was more that Steve couldn’t keep his fingers to himself, whatsoever. Eddie had shied away from him all day as fingertips prodded in against his tummy, leaving him giggling and pushing at Steve’s hands, or even worse, Steve’s nails trailing over any inch of bare skin he saw as casually as he could.
The simple fact was that Eddie was ticklish. He was way ticklish, way more ticklish than normal people were, and it wasn’t just that Steve’s fingers on his skin caused him to jerk around and slap and kick him. It wasn’t even the high pitched squeaky giggles every time his nails caught on his bare hip when his shirt raised up over the hem of his pants.
It was the boner.
Every time, it was the boner. He could be sitting there reading through his copy of the Monster Manual (or, as Steve affectionately referred to it as, the ‘let me pick a boyfriend for our date night one shot’ manual), and Steve would swoop in with a little kiss to his cheek and ask if he wanted a snack, and he’d leave him be with his nails grazing over his bicep, sending shivers down his spine and his dick solid in his sweats.
He’d even, when bringing him a bowl of cereal, huffed lightly against his ear, his breath warm and more than enough to get a shaking, stuttered sigh from Eddie before he was pushing Steve away with all the effort of a wet newspaper.
Somehow though, all of that wasn’t the worst of it. It was that Steve Knew. And ever since Steve had found that little detail out on pure accident (and had exploited him the very moment of, with shoving his shirt up to his nipples and assaulting his belly with ticklish intent), he had been increasingly adamant about it. At home in the trailer, where Steve was now living. Visiting him at work, catching him by the back display shelves. In public, walking down the street together.
Eddie had practically always known he was a tickle fetishist, but he was normal about it. When Steve first learned about it– and it had been extremely hands on, and mind you, extremely hot – he had become freakishly obsessed. And Eddie could barely stand it; on one hand, he felt like the absolute luckiest guy on the face of the fucking planet . His boyfriend, his considerably outwardly normal boyfriend, loved to tickle him. On the other, Steve had his hand up his shirt every few days at a minimum, spiraling Eddie into weak, mewling giggles. Sometimes several days in a row. Sometimes waking him up with it, or catching him by surprise in front of their friends.
But he couldn’t play along today– the next session for their new campaign was that week and it was an important, pivotal point in their Mad Max inspired storyline, and Dustin would absolutely give him a personalized verbal lobotomy if he canceled a second week in a row. And Steve, his wonderful, darling Steve, had all day been picking at him despite him shooing him away several times and telling him to let him plan, and it sucked, because he wanted so badly to play along.
By mid afternoon he was tired of doing that, and he’d eaten more cereal and snacks and drank more coffee than one should have, even for a weekend. And he was sugar crashing and carb overloading. And falling asleep over his notes at the coffee table, his body hunched over the surface and half sprawled out across the floor between it and their couch.
It was enough to make him forget about the whole day up to that point when Steve settled in behind him, thumbs massaging down his shoulder blades slowly as he gently eased Eddie forward and pulled him into his lap. He breathed out an “ mm” against his notebook before stretching, catlike and gangly, then leaned back against Steve’s stomach and chest. “Hey gorgeous…” Steve whispered into his hair, his voice soft.
“Hey there, babylove…” Steve’s arms slowly linked around Eddie’s waist under his armpits, and he smiled up at him over his shoulder. “I picked the Rust Monster, like you suggested” he murmured, stretching back into Steve’s body.
He heard him breathe out a ‘ yesss’ under his breath as his nose buried into Eddie's frizzy curls. “They’re gonna hate it,” Steve murmured, fingers linking together over his belly while offering a delighted shrug.
“Mmmhm…” Eddie could feel the fuzzy corners of his brain coming back into focus all over again as his nap began overtaking him once more. He brought his hands up to his eyes and rubbed them, his lips parting. “Needa break,” he murmured, feeling Steve’s arms tighten around him.
“You’ve been goin’ at it for hours now… yeah, take a break, I’m gonna watch some TV.” He didn’t move more than was needed to grab a blanket off the sofa behind them, and then the remote. He tucked Eddie in under the blanket in his lap, then trailed his fingers through his bangs as he surfed through the channels for an hour or so. He kept his arms around him, giving Eddie the space and time to snooze in peace.
When he finally started to stir, he found Steve nuzzling slowly, absentmindedly into his neck and cheek, his days old scruff catching against his jawline and sending tingly jitters straight down through his sinew . He shuddered awake, laughing at the feeling, then tilted his head to press a kiss to Steve’s chin.
“You gotta shave, man, I can’t have you doing that to me so often now…”
Steve barely looked at him; he was happy to keep watching the movie he’d found on the TV. “But you’re the one who keeps begging me to stop shaving so that I can,” he countered.
Eddie rolled his eyes before smiling, but shivered again when Steve’s fingers prodded at his belly through his t-shirt to accompany his response. He exhaled, his hand lazily pushing at his wrist.
“Don't matter, you're too hot, babe.”
Steve tilted his head, his scruff catching on Eddie’s jawline again, just to pester. It brought a squeak to Eddie’s lips, his hand raising, palm at Steve’s forehead to try and push him away. “You’re truly incorrigible, Steve Harrington,” Eddie began, all theatrics. “A thorn in my side, truly.”
“Oh, in your side, huh?” Steve teased, playfully grabbing at Eddie. It took several moments of Eddie squealing and thrashing his legs, but the two wrestled the energy out of each other with Steve finally landing on top of him, one hand on his chest as the other began shoving his shirt up along his stomach.
“Steve!” Giggles spilled from Eddie’s lips as Steve dipped his head forward and dragged his chin up over his sensitive hip and rib cage, his pale skin brightening to a ruddy, irritated red under the scritching of his chin hair. He tried to push the blanket into his face, anything to make Steve sit up, but he continued, his elbow catching the fabric against it.
“C’mon,” he purred, kissing along Eddie’s belly, following the patches of dark hair that lined his skin. “You’re so pretty when you’re giggling, I can barely resist…”
“But you know how bad it makes me squirm–”
“Noooo, I know how bad it makes you leak.”
Eddie’s nose scrunched up as heat bloomed over his skin. He looked away, swallowing down a giggly whimper, then pushed at Steve’s forehead. Steve’s head tilted, his lips grazing across Eddie’s wrist. The hair on his upper lip caught on his skin, the angle making it feel spiky; another jittery shiver ran through Eddie’s body as he pulled his hand away, gulping.
“God, Steve, you have gotta stop…” he whispered, a waver in his voice. Steve let out a soft grumble against Eddie’s wrist, something about all he wanted to do was kiss over his skin. Liar. He tilted his hand and began petting his fingers through Steve’s shaggy bangs, then let his own head tilt back against the carpet.
“Or what…? You afraid you’re gonna wet right through your underwear?” Steve finally whispered, his head dipping forward to kiss along his belly again. A low groan built in Eddie’s throat before he shivered under him. Steve’s palm pressed into his groin, fingers trailing over his hard length through his sweatpants. Eddie’s hips jolted at the sudden touch before Steve laid his weight over him and pressed him right back down against the floor.
He nipped his teeth against the pudge of Eddie’s belly and tugged at his stomach hair with his teeth, happy to listen to him whine above him. “You’re so hard already, Eds, bet you’re a soaking, wet mess for me too…” Steve grinned at Eddie’s answer, a guttural whimper that left Steve pressing his own hips down into the floor. “So filthy… all from me tickling you, huh…?” He massaged Eddie slowly through his sweats, his thumb trailing up and down his length.
He continued to kiss along Eddie’s belly, lips pausing here and there to kiss a patch of thicker hair or his warm skin, lips traveling over scars and flesh, before they found purchase in the softer crook of his side near his hip. Eddie was already shuddering from the kisses, his brain melting into goo, but he jolted – Steve’s lips pursed, slightly parting, and blew a loud raspberry against his bare skin, warm and drooly and more than enough to get Eddie squealing and rolling away from him!
“Ste-eve! God damnit!” he sputtered, curling one knee to his chest while the other leg rose up over Steve’s body. Steve started laughing with him and kissed his stomach near his pants hem, then nipped him again! Another squeal practically drowned out his voice as he spoke.
“C’mon, babe, lay back down. You loooove this shit, don’t you?” Steve’s tone began to dip lower as he convinced Eddie’s ass back against the floor. Eddie’s protests spilled from his lips as Steve pressed both palms to his stomach, his nails digging in just enough to get him squirming before they scritched down his ribs, teasing along his bare belly.
“Why are you fighting me so much…?” he teased, just barely pinching his fingers around Eddie’s sides. He kicked his legs weakly around Steve, not yet giggling like a maniac, but his breathing had grown more erratic. Steve grinned, watching him, then kissed his belly button. “You told me you love it… bet your cute cock is soaking your undies, dude…”
“Shut up!” Eddie sputtered, laughing the words out loudly.
Steve tilted his head lazily and grinned up at Eddie as his chin dragged over his bare stomach with the slow motion. Eddie continued squirming, his fingers tugging at Steve’s hair to try and pull his head away, to find some relief from the sharp scratching of his chin hair. “Not gonna get me to stop… you’ve been busy aaall day and I think I deserve some Eddie time…”
“Impossible,” Eddie sputtered, laughing. “You’re impossible.”
“Mooore like incredibly indulgent toward my boyfriend’s most cherished fetish?” Steve grinned a little, tucking his chin in against Eddie’s belly button as he gazed up at Eddie. He squirmed under him again before tightening his legs over his back. “Can smell you, y’know…” he murmured, tilting his head back down to kiss along Eddie’s belly. He nipped his way toward the hemline before letting his mouth press to his skin, then blew another much softer raspberry against his stomach.
Eddie squeaked and twitched under him, his legs jumping over his sides before tightening back around his hips. “Steeeeve!”
Steve’s smile grew brighter as Eddie giggled away over him. He began drawing his fingers along his sides and up over his ribcage, back down along his abdomen. They tickled across his skin slowly, fingers just barely touching him before digging in a little deeper, nails scraping at his stomach. As Eddie’s legs kicked harder, his laughter shooting up high in pitch, he pulled his fingers away again and laid his palms over his chest.
He held him down with his weight, his mouth pressing to his stomach as he raspberry’d him louder, droolier . His spit caught in his tummy hair and dripped into his belly button, catching the cool air of the trailer and sending chills down Eddie’s nerves straight to his throbbing, twitching dick.
“Fuck– fuck, Stevie…” Eddie whimpered, pushing his hands against Steve’s head in an attempt to ease him away from his flushed skin, closer to his dick. Steve tilted his head and instead trailed a wet kiss over his wrist, upper lip hair catching on his skin, before his tongue slid across the meat of his palm. He looked up at him, his own cheeks pinkening around his freckles and moles.
Eddie tugged his hand back with a high pitched “aah!” at the sudden wet squish of his tongue on his hand. He shook it in the air, giggling shyly.
Steve's beaming smile grew, his fingers pushing under Eddie’s shirt to rest against his bare chest as he tilted his head. He gazed up at him, his messy hair falling into his eyes as he settled his weight, chin scruffing across his belly and his own chest pressing down against Eddie’s dick. He nuzzled into Eddie’s palm as it returned to his hair and pushed at his head.
“Awww, babe, why don’t you use your words for me and tell me what you want?” he whispered, one finger circling around Eddie’s slowly hardening nipple while another tickled down the line of his muscles.
Eddie squirmed again, his head tilting back against the floor, feet kicking into Steve’s ass and thighs, toes curling. He exhaled shakily before mumbling under his breath, his face warm. “Want your mouth on me…” he whispered.
“Mmm… yeah, you do deserve that…” He pressed a kiss to Eddie’s belly, then licked up a puddle of drool around his belly button. “You’ve been so busy with planning all that out… so stressed, huh…? Don’t worry about that anymore…” He kissed Eddie’s skin again, then shifted enough to draw his lips along Eddie’s sweatpants until they lined up perfectly with his twitching cockhead. He parted them, sucking on the fabric until his warm spit began to soak in through the fabric. He moaned quietly, his free hand raising and pushing his bangs back, eyes closing.
Eddie squirmed . He pressed his palms to his lips and whimpered out Steve’s name until his thighs quivered around his back; they squeezed tight around him, encouraging Steve. He tilted his head, dragging his tongue over the soft material. As Eddie grew distracted with pleasure, both hands laid back on his chest before his fingers dragged down his skin, nails digging in enough to get Eddie squirming again. His fingers shifted, tickling faintly across his stomach, lips pressing to his cock as it jumped under his sweats.
“Fuuuck, Steve! Can you just jerk me off like a normal person?” Eddie snapped, his giggles spilling from him without actual irritation. Steve tilted his head and grinned up at him, then hooked his fingers into the hemline of Eddie’s sweatpants. He gave them a playful tug, his voice gentle.
“No, absolutely not… That’s too easy, y’know?” Steve spoke as if it were so easy to wave away Eddie’s arousal, as if he didn’t know just how bad Eddie needed it. He shuddered, rocking his hips up against Steve’s chest through his shirt as his sweats were pulled down his thighs.
“Ah-ah…” Steve murmured, dipping his head again to kiss Eddie right on the wet, soaked through fabric against his cockhead. Eddie shuddered, elbows raising in the air, the meat of his palms pushing against his eyes. Steve leaned up slightly and grinned as he looked down between their bodies at Eddie’s bulge. “Awww… you wore the briefs today…” he teased, plucking at the tight fabric. Eddie giggled and tried to swat his fingers away as the hem snapped down against his thigh.
“Shut up, I didn’t think you were going to try to get all sexy on me today!”
“Mmhm…” Steve answered, dipping his head back down toward Eddie’s length. Another shaky moan spilled from him as Steve licked his tongue over his head, lapping up salty precum and sweat before parting his lips wider.
A full body rumble growled through Eddie as Steve began sucking on him through his briefs, the fabric roughing across his skin and sticking to it due to being soaked. Eddie’s brain stopped, his heart pounding in his ears. Another shudder eased through his body before, mid-lick, Steve’s fingers prodded into his belly and tickled his chub, sending Eddie’s arousal into a spiral. He kicked his legs, his moan shifting into a weak laugh, breath catching.
“Fucker,” Eddie sputtered, laughing. One hand pushed at Steve’s wrist, his body twisting. Steve mumbled something under his breath, something noncommittal, and frankly Eddie didn’t care what it was, because Steve’s fingers went right back to grazing along his sensitive belly!! He reached back down, grabbing for Steve’s wrists, then pushed him before sputtering out a “stop that!”
Steve laughed and leaned his head forward, nuzzling into Eddie’s warm cock and underwear as he giggled, his fingers waggling at Eddie from the air. “Oh come on, dude… you’re so hard… 'sides, I didn't hear a safe word,” he murmured, breathing against the cool damp spot at his head. Eddie shivered, his head falling back onto the carpet.
“You’re gonna be the absolute death of me, Harrington…” he murmured, his voice growing weak and soft as Steve kissed along the length of his cock before nosing in against the warmth and roundness of his balls; he really could smell him. His head began dizzying with the heady scent of Eddie’s musk and sweat. Eddie sighed over him, relaxing while coming down from the adrenaline that built inside of him with each tickle of his fingers. Steve’s only reply was a soft “ mmmh ” against his sack before he began kissing across his clothed shaft at his base.
Steve left it at that for several moments, his breath coming out in softer sighs as he kissed and nuzzled along his length. Eddie’s hips stuttered under him, jumping upward as his lips grazed across his head, as his chin pressed into his balls.
“So cute, and all for me…” Steve murmured under his breath at one point, nearly muffled into his base. Eddie couldn’t help the breathy, shy exhale he made, his lips tugging into an adoring smile. It disappeared nearly as instantly, with Steve’s fingertips prodding in under one of his thighs, scritching and tickling down toward the back of his knee. His leg kicked , and a snorty whine spilled from Eddie over him, leaving Steve ducking as he tried to avoid a knee to the face.
“Oh, you are about to get it, Munson…” Steve warned, grinning.
“Well if you’d quit, you wouldn’t risk getting a bloody nose!” Eddie countered, his voice squawking out of him like a rattled bird. Steve teased his nose against the inner crook of his thigh, his upper lip scruff catching in Eddie’s thigh hair as he nuzzled along the inside of his leg. It sent waves of shivers through Eddie, a startled whimper falling from him.
“S’fine… we both know I don’t mind that…” he whispered, kissing along his bare skin while following the outline of his underwear. He tickled his fingers under the back of Eddie’s knee again, then tugged at a stray thigh hair. He had to duck again as Eddie’s leg kicked over his back, giggles shrieking from him.
“Harrington, you’re a bitch!” Eddie sputtered out, grabbing for his hair and wrangling him in between his legs.
Steve started laughing and reached up, swatting at his fingers as he mussed up his bangs. “I’m your bitch, though,” he whispered, pecking his bare skin. Eddie relented after a few moments before his hand shot immediately back to his hair, Steve’s fingers pinching the back of his thigh as Eddie tugged at his hair in retaliation. A weak growl spilled from Eddie, but it shifted into giggling almost as soon as it began as Steve’s fingers teased his thigh.
A few more moments of tickling up toward his asscheek later, Steve stopped and let out a squeal of his own while reaching his hands up away from Eddie. He’d began slapping the top of his head between laughter, legs twitching and kicking. Eddie’s fingers caught in his hair, tangling in unbrushed knots. “Oowww! Fuck!”
“Shoulda thought about that before you were tickling me, asshole!” Eddie kept yanking, then tried to push Steve away with one foot. Before he could get too far, Eddie was rearing back, squealing out a high pitched whine, foot nearly colliding with Steve’s chin as his nails raked over the sole and heel of his bare foot.
Eddie began shouting curses at him, half serious, mostly laughed out, but Steve caught his ankle in his free hand and wrestled him slightly before biting the side of his foot, his teeth scraping across the flesh of his heel and ankle. Eddie squealed sickeningly louder, foot trying to kick weakly while his hands slapped at Steve’s arms and shoulders.
He came away with a scratch to his cheek and jaw where Eddie’s nail, sharp from being half-gnawed off through his D&D planning, caught in his skin with a stray swat. Steve barely responded, just a quick, rigid tense of his body before he grinned up at him, pink and red dotting beside a few freckles. “Jerk,” he murmured, pushing Eddie’s leg away from himself before climbing up over Eddie to kiss him.
Eddie shoved at his face weakly, smearing the dots of blood as he resisted under him. “No way dude, you were just biting my foot, get away!” Steve shook his head, then pushed Eddie down and began peppering soft kisses along his jaw, their scruff catching together and sending more jolts and trembles through Eddie’s body. He continued giggling, the sound softening into happiness as Steve’s lips touched over his nose, across his eyebrows.
His hand strayed back down along Eddie’s bare stomach, fingertips curling through his patchy belly hair and then into his pubes from where his underwear had been tugged aside and left sitting askew on his hips through their wrestling. They trailed along Eddie’s hard length, tracing the outline of his cock from his wet head down to the soft mound of his balls.
Eddie began shivering again, fingers twisting in Steve’s shirt across his back. He breathed out a “fuck” near Steve’s ear before the word muffled into Steve’s mouth. Steve’s tongue licked over Eddie’s teeth before delving into his mouth, exploring slowly across the length of Eddie’s tongue and even deeper, along the insides of his cheeks.
Eddie moaned louder, the sound warm against Steve’s lips. His body went totally limp under Steve’s body, hips jolting and feet kicking weakly. Steve’s groin pressed against Eddie's, grinding against him through their clothing as his thumb massaged Eddie’s cockhead, circling it and pressing the sticky wet cloth over his slit. Eddie’s moans grew louder before Steve’s palm pressed into his cock, massaging him slowly.
Eddie’s head tilted, his hot breath falling over Steve’s ear as he tugged at him, his hips grinding upward. “Fuuuck, no more, don’t tickle me anymore…” he whined, just barely a whisper.
Steve’s wet lips trailed down Eddie’s jaw as he massaged him through his underwear. “Only if you’ll be so good for me, Eds… can ya do that…?”
Eddie nodded several slow times, his arms lazy around his shoulders. “I’ll be really good, please Steve…”
“Good angel…”
Eddie melted under the pet name, his back arching weakly under Steve. His hips continued jolting with each slow circle of Steve’s palm on himself, and softer sighs began falling from his lips.
“Y’know… you work so hard for Hellfire…” Steve began to murmur. Eddie peeked up at Steve, vision dizzy. “You’re such a good DM too… spending your whole weekend planning for them… so why don’t you just lay here and take a nice long break where you don’t have to think about anything, okay?”
Eddie closed his eyes and leaned back into the carpet, his hands raising up to press over his face, one against his eyes, the other over his mouth. For the moment, Steve didn’t make him move them and instead kissed along one hand, lips grazing over the bone that jutted out from his wrist.
He wrapped his fingers around Eddie’s cock through his briefs and stroked him, his smiling lips pressing to Eddie’s ear. “Move your fingers, baby… wanna hear your cute brain melt into goop…” Eddie nodded shyly and parted his fingers, letting his sighs and whimpers, still muffled, be more easily heard.
Steve sighed against his ear, his eyes closing, and squeezed Eddie’s cock in his fingers. “What a good boy, just for me huh…?” Eddie nodded… nodded, thighs shaking. “Yeah, you’re so good. I wanna let you know just how perfect for me you are.” Eddie moaned under him again, this time letting his name spill out between his lips and fingers.
Steve “mmmh’d" into Eddie’s ear as he stroked him, fingers raising all the way to his soaked head, then back down to his balls with each agonizing, slow stroke. “Bet you like it… y’know, being reduced to a puddle under me ‘cause I couldn’t keep my fingers away from your tummy…” He knew Eddie liked it, but he loved the sweet whimper he made anyway to confirm that yes, in fact, he loved it.
“My sweet boy…” he purred, squeezing his fingers around Eddie’s balls. He massaged them gently, only pulling his fingers away enough to lead Eddie’s hips into the air, his body instinctively chasing after pleasure. “It’s true, you know… I just can’t keep to myself…”
He used his hips to push Eddie back down against the floor, his own hard length grinding into Eddie’s as he held him in place. Eddie moaned out something that sounded like “so mean” before his fingers once more found purchase in Steve’s hair. He pulled him in closer, head tilting away from Steve’s lips as they explored down his jaw. He kissed slowly, each one lingering against Eddie’s scruff and skin. He massaged Eddie just as slow, building his pleasure and getting him to squirm under him, to beg quietly into his hair for more.
Steve was nice, but he wasn’t that nice; today, he wanted Eddie to really feel his orgasm.
His fingers trailed back up to the head of his dick before circling his thumb over his briefs around his slit and glans. He took his time, relishing in the jolts and jumps that Eddie’s body made against his own. Eddie’s fingers tugged at his hair, as if straining to have Steve’s bare skin as flush against his own where he could. He moaned with each circle of Steve’s thumb, thighs squeezing around Steve.
Steve tilted his head and let his nose press to Eddie’s ear, lips parted, and breathed along his skin. It came out warm, heavy; he was fighting back grinding on Eddie in favor of edging his pleasure.
“You’re being so good for me, baby… so patient, too…”
“Need more Stevie–”
Steve grinned and kissed his earlobe, then stroked his fingers down his length again, eyes closing as he listened to the warm moan that pressed into his cheek. “Don’t worry, gorgeous, I’m gonna give you more, but I need you to be patient, okay?”
Eddie whined into his hair, then nodded lazily, his thoughts fuzzy around the edges. Steve grinned quietly, nosing against his ear. “Tell me how you feel?”
Eddie heaved out a soft sound, hips still jolting as Steve’s fingers rose up, then down, then back up, then back down along his length over his briefs. His mind could only focus on that slow motion and not the question. He swallowed, lower lip shaking. “My brain’s goop,” he muttered, laughing.
“Yeah…? I can tell,” Steve teased, his nose pressing into Eddie’s cheek. Eddie let out another sigh before squirming to grind into Steve’s palm. “Hey, gorgeous, I’ve got this really great idea all of a sudden…” He stroked his hand down to his balls again, fingers squeezing him while encouraging Eddie to keep thrusting into his hand.
Eddie’s sounds grew louder as Steve touched him, his hips raising up against his fingers, motions quick. After a moment, he let his head fall back, eyes shut tight. “O-oh yeah…? One of your infamous little ‘games’ huh…”
“Yeah… yup, something like that…”
Steve leaned in and pressed his lips to Eddie’s ear, his voice low, breath warm on his skin. “See, I really, really missed hanging out with you today… and to make up for that, I think I should be allowed to spend all the time in the world I want with you. Right?”
Eddie squirmed; Steve’s hand had stopped moving as he spoke, and he could feel his legs getting antsy. “Uh huh–” he whispered, sounding dumb for a moment before he squeezed his eyes shut. “Y-yeah… sounds great, baby… what were you thinking?”
“Mmm…” Instead of actually answering, Steve shifted and raised both hands away from Eddie. He brought them between their chests and began fiddling with the strap on his watch, voice gentle as he raised it away from his wrist. The metal clinked lightly on itself before he swung it in front of Eddie’s eyes. “See the time?”
Eddie blinked up at Steve, his brain way too fuzzy at the edges for this. “Yeah?”
“You’re so good for me, right? You’ll let me edge you as long as I want, won’t you?”
Eddie couldn’t help himself; a whine fell from his lips before his head fell back on the carpet. He nodded lazily, not looking at the watch. Steve grinned a little and hummed, then brought it in front of his face to mess with it. It was one of those fancy, expensive watches, the ones that ticked loud enough to be heard and had an annoying, beeping alarm built into it.
“Alright, baby… I’m going to set an alarm, because I know how we both are.” He leaned in, kissing Eddie’s ear so sweetly as he murmured into it. “Because I know you have no control… you’ll let me touch you all night if I want to, because you can’t help yourself and you need me in charge, mm?”
Eddie just nodded… so slowly, so lazily. He could feel himself slipping away, lighter than air.
Steve beamed, nosing into his cheek and ear, then continued. “So… Ten minutes…” he whispered, fiddling with the alarm. He set it for roughly half an hour from the current time; Eddie wouldn’t need to know the true details. “Ten looong minutes with my fingers on your leaking dick, okay?”
Eddie nodded again, a little faster. “Yes… god, alright, ten minutes…” he murmured, his voice lazy. His heart skipped in his chest as he thought about it; Steve rarely dominated him. It happened so rarely that when it did, it was a treat. A goldmine. He was a kid in a candy store all over again, his brain being melted by too much sugar. A giddy little smile fell over his lips as Steve reached up over his head to lay the watch beside his shoulder.
His fingers brushed at Eddie’s hair, delicate and adoring, then pushed the watch closer to his ear. “There you go, gorgeous… All you have to do is focus on me, okay? Focus on me and the tick-tick-tick…”
Eddie grinned again, then giggled breathlessly before he pulled Steve in for a quick peck on the lips. Steve beamed, his hand once more reaching down to press to his cock. He pressed inward, letting him feel the weight of his hand and arm along his shaft. “Doesn’t that feel so good, Eddie…?” Steve’s voice purred, fingers drawing along his length. “It’s so nice, isn’t it…? Not having to think about anything… just letting it feel good…”
Eddie moaned under him, once more nodding. He tilted his head, the ticking filling his mind slowly. A groan fell from him as his cheek lazily pressed against the carpet. “Fuck… please–” he moaned, nails digging into Steve’s scalp.
“Oh…” Steve whispered, cringing away from him quietly from his nails in his skin. “You’re still thinking… didn’t I say you should stop that, baby, and just focus on how good your dick feels between my fingers…?” Another soft “mmmh…” fell from Eddie’s lips as he relaxed under Steve, his hips slowly rocking forward to grind himself against Steve’s palm.
He grinned quietly, happily listening to Eddie’s softer sounds and his breathing as his pleasure grew. A few more strokes later and Steve’s fingers were slipping into the waistband of Eddie’s briefs, damp heat surrounding his hand. He trailed his nails over the length of his cock, leaving Eddie shuddering. He moaned out a quiet “Steeeeve…” before he was shushing him again, lips to his ear.
“Remember… no thinking, angel, okay? Just focus on my voice and on my watch…”
Eddie nodded quietly, one arm falling over his eyes. Steve continued, fingers slowly wrapping around Eddie’s cock but not stroking him; they sat around his girth, squeezing him gently. They lingered in place, unmoving for several long seconds as Eddie's hips weakly rose upward to grind into them. His breaths grew staggered before Steve finally spoke. “Just think about my fingers right here, okay?” he murmured, squeezing him tighter. He even shook his junk slightly, just enough to draw more attention to it in Eddie’s brain.
Eddie sputtered out a louder sound, hips bucking. Steve tightened his fingers around his length and began stroking him, his fist much more solid, his fingers gripping him. “Are you focusing, angel? Feel that burn simmering in your stomach, Eds…?”
Eddie started nodding again, arms clinging around Steve. He smiled against Eddie’s ear and continued pumping his fist up and down, his fingers catching at the curve of his head before lowering down to his base. Steve continued speaking, taking his time to stroke him with each word. “You wouldn’t get that from jerking yourself off, you know… you can only get this from me… ”
“Only you…” Eddie murmured, jaw slack. He rolled his hips under him, grinding himself into Steve’s fingers.
“Still thinking, mm…?” He whispered. “Poor baby… good boys who don’t think can’t speak, right?”
Eddie’s sigh became strangled, weak. He nodded along with Steve’s words, agreeing to them without care. His brain went right back to focusing on where Steve’s fingers laid on his length, tight around him and holding him around his base. He throbbed once, with Steve smiling the moment he felt it.
“There you go…”
Eddie sighed again, back arching. His hands returned to Steve’s shirt and clung onto them, his life literally in Steve’s fingers at this point. He let himself quit thinking and focused on the ticking beside one ear, and Steve’s voice in the other.
“Feels so good, doesn’t it…?” Steve whispered, tightening his fingers around Eddie as he stroked him. He twitched in his grip again as Eddie nodded, sighing out a “yessss” in response to Steve. Steve tutted quietly before pushing Eddie’s head closer to his watch with his nose. He led him to lean against it, the ticking echoing in his head and leaving him moaning from the sudden rhythm of it.
“Let it guide you, baby… I’m gonna drain all of your thoughts out of you and replace them with helpless desire, okay?”
Eddie nodded, hips jolting weakly into his fingers. Steve’s grin could be felt against his ear as he returned to stroking him. He squeezed his fingers around his head, thumb trailing across his slit and spreading beads of precum across his skin. Eddie groaned, thighs tightening around Steve’s hips.
When his fingers dipped lower again, his breath fell on his ear once more. “Your dick is the only thing you can think about right now, right…? Poor darling, all that tickling really got to you, huh…? You must be so full… would be great if you could cum, right…?” His thumb trailed down the underside of his shaft until it pressed into his balls, leaving Eddie squirming. He massaged gently, then stroked slowly back up toward his head.
As Eddie nodded his answer, Steve continued, fingers once more wrapping around his glans and spreading precum across his slit. Eddie’s hips bucked, a much louder moan falling from low in his throat. Steve pressed his lips to his ear and gently shushed him, but he did take a moment to duck his head long enough to watch Eddie’s cock throbbing in his fist.
“Must feel so good… your thighs are shaking, baby… is that all you can think about? How good your dick feels right now? How’s that head of yours, though…?” Steve paused as Eddie offered him a strangled moan in answer. “Aww…”
He brushed his thumb across his slit again, grinning, and licked his tongue over the corner of his lips. “Sweet baby… you’re drooling almost as much as your dick is…” Another strangled response, this time punctuated by Eddie’s fingernails digging into his scalp. Steve grinned, wincing just enough for Eddie to feel him go rigid for a second, then leaned in to kiss his ear.
“Aren’t you so lucky? I know it never feels even half as good when it’s your own hand… So lucky to have me here to make you feel this good…”
“Mmmhhn…”
Steve counted that as a win. It wasn’t a word, and Eddie was beginning to sound like he was wholly incapable of thought. He pressed a silent kiss to his cheek, his fist pumping up and down his length. He’d been so good for him and had let Steve do all that he wanted to… He could stand to let Eddie grow a little closer to orgasm.
He glanced back down between them, eyes focusing on stringlets and pearls of precum along his cockhead that now caught along the meat of his hand and the lengths of his fingers with each pump. “Hmm… I wonder if we could get you to twitch in time with the ticking of my watch…?” he murmured, watching Eddie’s cock jolt between his fingers. He let out another strangled sigh, nodding, and Steve persuaded him to rest his ear against his watch.
“Good baby, you just focus on that… think about how good it feels, okay?” Eddie nodded again, and Steve eased him right against the floor as he stroked him. His brain grew foggy with the sound of the ticking echoing in his head; all of his thoughts focused on that repetitive echo. They focused on his dick. On the heat growing in his stomach, simmering just below his pelvis. On the throb working not only through his cock but now his entire whole body, as if his dick was directly connected with his brain, and as if they were one and the same with the pleasure that he felt under Steve’s fingers.
Steve laid a wet kiss to Eddie’s neck, then whistled against his skin as they trailed higher toward his chin and jaw. “Babylove, you’re drooling so much now,” he whispered, licking a line across his throat to catch what he could as it puddled under Eddie’s cheek on the carpet. “Don’t drool on my watch.”
“Mmmhgh,” Eddie answered, his legs weakly kicking and his cock jolting in Steve’s fingers.
Steve kissed his jaw gently, happily grinning away over him. “Poor baby, all your brain has melted away huh? You’re such a fucking goner for me…” He squeezed Eddie’s cockhead, then twisted his fingers slowly around it, precum smearing below his fingers and lubricating his rough palm. “Those ten minutes sure are taking forever, aren’t they…?” Another “mmmhh” from Eddie left Steve swirling in affection for his boyfriend.
“How’re you feelin’…?” Steve whispered, squeezing his cockhead slowly before he returned to stroking him. He ignored Eddie’s answering moan and continued, his cheek coming to rest on his shoulder. He nestled up against his ear, speaking softly into it, breath and lips warm as they grazed his skin.
“You look so far gone right now, baby…” he purred, watching as Eddie’s glassy eyes shifted, glancing in his direction, half lidded and pupils blown. Eddie responded with a passionate “hhnngmmh…” that slowly fizzled out into airy, panted breaths.
He continued stroking him, just as slowly as before, but this time with his fist pumping up and down his full length from head to base and back. “Doing so good for me though,” he praised, twisting his fingers around his length as he stroked him. He tilted his head to kiss along Eddie’s shoulder, then collar bone through his shirt. Eddie continued twitching and squirming, as if all of his pleasure were filling his entire body, as if each nerve in his body all connected together right at the head of his cock and down his shaft.
Every few seconds, Eddie's body would jolt under Steve's, and he slowly realized his dirty talk was working-- he was syncing up with the watch ticking. Steve grinned to himself and squeezed his head in his fingers.
Eddie shuddered, mewling out another low groan as drool puddled under his cheek. Steve shifted his weight only enough to gaze down at him. His heart swelled at the sight of Eddie– chest heaving with his breaths, dark curls a messy halo framing him against the carpet, eyes half open and rolled back in his head, fully blissed out as he continued stroking him.
“Just like that huh…? You just listen for the timer to go off, okay gorgeous?” He leaned down, lips grazing across Eddie’s, along his scruffy chin, and back to his throat; he peppered soft, barely there kisses along his twitching, trembling body. He paused his strokes, thumb once more pressing to his cock slit, and massaged across it slowly in lines. Eddie’s body jolted under his, a louder moan muffling into the carpet under him. “S’close–” he heard him whimper. He winced as Eddie’s nails dug into his sides, shirt be damned. He held onto Steve, practically for dear life.
Steve purred against his ear, something about “must feel so good,” and nipped at his jaw between words. Eddie bucked his hips again, riding the edge of pleasure with a strangled, garbled groan, the sound spilling out against Steve’s watch-face and the carpet under him.
Steve’s fingers squeezed much tighter around his cock than they had been before, his skin gliding over Eddie’s with how much precum had dripped down across his length and knuckles from jerking him. He moved slower, taking the time to listen to Eddie panting below him, to feel his body twist and jolt. He’d been whining for a while, but those sounds were changing, growing impossibly higher in pitch, ringing in Steve’s ears.
He dragged his fingers up along his cock from his base to his head, the action coinciding with the loud, droning beep beep beep from his watch against Eddie’s cheek. He groaned– groaned! loud enough for it to echo! – under Steve and finished, a slow, bright heat filling his body from his groin outward. His thighs trembled around Steve’s waist, squeezing him closer. He bucked his hips, back arching up from the floor, head tossing back.
The sound that left him was wicked, filled with electric sparks of pleasure that broke out across his skin, leaving his body dotting with goose pimples and a rosy flush that spilled down his cheeks and neck, hiding under the hem of his shirt.
Eddie’s cum drooled out from his cock, a slow gush of warmth that spilled out over Steve’s knuckles and down his hand before dripping into and soaking his pubic hair. For Eddie, it felt like an eternity: an eternity of warmth that spilled through his whole body, an eternity of his heart pulsing in his head and echoing through his brain, an eternity of Steve’s fingers squeezing along his dick as his cum dribbled out over Steve’s knuckles. He felt like a livewire, from the tips of his toes all the way to his fingertips with pleasure rocking his lanky frame. After several long seconds (minutes?), Steve’s lips pressed to his jaw and brought him back to earth, the droning beep in his ear hollow and far, far away.
Steve hadn’t yet moved his fingers from his cock; they held him loosely, keeping their bodies connected at the epicenter of his pleasure as he came down from the intensity of his peak. He fell back against the floor with a melodramatic thud and raised one hand, pushing at Steve’s drooled-on watch to try and convince it to stop beeping, then laid his arm over his eyes.
Steve returned to kissing across his skin, much more delicate than his previous affection had been. He nuzzled into his neck, kissed him there too, then murmured soft praises against his skin. Eddie couldn’t hear them behind the ringing in his ears and the brainless, foggy headspace he felt himself lost in.
His fingers slowly unclenched and touched into Steve’s hair, the soft fluff of his curls largely unfelt as his numb body began to come down from his senses being totally overloaded. “Fuuuck…” he finally whispered, head lolling toward Steve’s, his nose pressing to his forehead.
Steve’s head tilted upward to gaze at him, an impish, soft smile over his lips. He kissed the corner of Eddie’s mouth, then snuggled in closer without speaking. He slowly freed his fingers from Eddie’s cock and wiped his fingers against his own shirt until they were clean, then pulled Eddie into a weak, adoring kiss, soft enough that Eddie could still breathe while Steve helped ease his brain back into his body.
Eddie sighed against his lips, let his head fall back onto the floor, then let out an even happier sigh as Steve reached up for a throw pillow and eased it under his head. His fingers brushed at Eddie’s hair, making sure nothing tugged or pulled as he relaxed and came down from his orgasm. He leaned in, kissing Eddie’s neck one more time, his fingers tracing out small shapes over Eddie’s shoulder and bicep. Eddie felt Steve’s fingernail drawing a heart against his sternum before his palm raised back higher toward his chin.
“I love you, you gorgeous man,” he whispered, fingers tracing up along Eddie’s jaw before pushing his fringe away from his sweaty forehead and out of his eyes. Eddie finally breathed out a giggle, his own hand coming to rest on Steve’s.
Eddie tilted his head enough to press his nose and mouth to Steve’s palm, then kissed his skin to return Steve’s love profession. Steve’s fingers gently touched along his forehead, brushing over his eyebrows and through his bangs. He gazed up at him, adoration spilling from him in his gaze and smile.
“Let’s lay here a few minutes so you can figure out how to breathe again, okay, gorgeous?”
Eddie nodded slowly and tilted his head to rest his nose in Steve’s hair, his voice gentle, rough from moaning so much. “‘Kay… love you, baby…” he murmured, breathing in Steve’s warm, comfortable scent.
“Love you too.”
Steve let Eddie doze off for a few long minutes before he shifted his weight off of him. He curled his back up against the side of the couch and tugged Eddie into his arms, uncaring about their mess as he untangled the blanket from their legs. He gently wrapped them both up in it, his lips pressing to his forehead. He tightened his arms around Eddie’s shoulders and back, then began rocking him gently. His knees tucked against Eddie’s thighs, his body pressing to his boyfriend’s. He hummed into his hair, leaving Eddie to snooze into his chest and listen to his heartbeat.
He eventually shifted against Steve, his nose touching his chin, and spoke softly. “Woooow, Steve-o…” he murmured, voice far away and lazy. “Feels like you jerked my god damned soul out of me…”
“Aww… hey, handsome,”Steve whispered, petting his thumb through his bangs. “Why don’t you lay here for a few more minutes? Then I’ll get us in the shower, and we’ll end the night with some hot cocoa and a movie?”
Eddie nodded lazily against his chest and tightened his arms around him, his breathing slowly evening out as Steve held him as long as Eddie needed before setting out to help clean them both and get them cozy for the rest of their night in.