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Steve has always been a morning person.
Although the days where he’d wake up at five in the morning—go for a light jog before school, maybe swim a few laps in his pool or so—are long gone, he can never sleep in still. Steve’s body doesn’t allow it; his internal clock always wakes him up just as the sun peeks through his window, filtering in through the slotted shades covering his window, basking his room in a golden glow.
Eddie, however—is not a morning person.
He sleeps like the dead; hair strewn across the pillow, mouth wide open, snoring softly. Steve always admires his beauty, in the soft hours of the morning. He loves to watch the way his chest slowly rises up and down, adores the way his nose twitches in his sleep, obviously dreaming of something.
This morning however, when Steve awakes, he feels something digging into his back.
He blinks blearily, and yawns, stretching his arms out. He glances over at the nightstand, reads that his clock displays that it’s a little after seven, and flops his head back against his pillow. Eddie pulls him in taut, nosing softly at the nape of his neck, lashes tickling the skin that lies there.
Steve would happily curl up, would happily try to fall back asleep, lingering in that sweet limbo of awake-not-awake, but there’s one problem.
He has to piss.
He groans softly, his lower bladder screaming at him. Steve lies there for a moment, the internal battle of whether or not he should get up swirling inside of him, until he gives in. He extracts himself from Eddie’s arms, slipping away gently from his embrace.
Not that it would wake him anyways—Eddie would sleep through a natural disaster, in Steve’s opinion.
The bathroom tiles feel like ice underneath Steve’s feet as he relieves himself, and grits his teeth, darting onto the soft material of the runner as soon as he’s done. He washes his hands, and makes his way back to the bed. He’s halfway to the mattress when the noises Eddie makes stops in his tracks.
They’re quiet at first; harsh breaths, something akin to a light snore. But they grow, melt into something more needy, more breathy, nearly on the verge of whimpers. And when he lets out a low whine, Steve sucks in a sharp breath.
At first, Steve assumes he’s having a nightmare—like any normal person would—but when he creeps closer, he notices Eddie’s face screwed up in undeniable pleasure, something Steve’s intimately familiar with.
Eddie’s fist clenches around nothing as he lets out another soft whine, hips rocking ever so slightly, hidden beneath the bedsheets.
When Steve was in the bathroom Eddie had somehow switched his position on the bed; laying starfished out, socks barely peeking out from underneath the blanket. Steve snorts at Eddie’s position on his back now, but as his eyes drop down, Steve can see his erection. The hard line of Eddie tents the sheets—and hasn’t flagged one bit.
But then.
Steve gets the idea.
It’s the one they’ve discussed prior, how Eddie really liked the idea of Steve using him while he sleeps; getting himself off on Eddie’s cock, using him all for his own pleasure.
He’s forgotten all about it until now, but when he catches sight of Eddie’s flushed expression, mouth parted in silent pleasure, he figures—when else will he get the opportunity to do this?
The thought sends a thrum through Steve’s body, and he darts a glance over at Eddie’s sleeping form once more, before creeping over towards the bedside table, opening the drawer. His heart pounds in his chest as he finds the packet of lube, fingers nearly shaking with excitement as he rips it open.
He sits down as gently as he can and he dips a couple fingers inside the packet, slathering them with lube.
As Steve preps, he’s gentle, biting back a moan that threatens to escape past his lips, careful not to wake his slumbering boyfriend next to him. His cock throbs in anticipation as he fingers himself open, growing more and more aroused at the thought of what’s to come.
He sneaks a glance at Eddie, breath catching in his throat at the sight of him. He’s still hard, evident within the sheets, but he’s back to snoring softly, head tossed to the side.
Steve bites back a moan when he brushes against his prostate, and opts to quickly open himself up, gritting his teeth together.
When he deems himself ready, he carefully pulls back the sheets, drinking in the sight before him. Eddie always sleeps naked (Steve will never understand why that is), but it’s ideal for what Steve's about to do.
He stares at Eddie's cock—watching the way it points towards his belly, precum pooling onto his abdomen. It’s nearly purple at the tip, and Steve fights the urge to suck it, to bury his face in the thick nestle of dark hair and breathe.
Carefully, he pours the lube onto his hand, slicking up Eddie's cock, holding his breath as he does so Eddie doesn’t twitch, let alone stir. He wipes his hand on the sheets, and agilely, oh so carefully, swings his leg over Eddie's hips, aligning his dick with his entrance.
Steve takes a deep breath, biting his lip as the head of Eddie's cock breaches his entrance, his heart leaping up into his throat. He delicately slides down Eddie's length, until he bottoms out, panting at the exertion.
Steve takes a moment to collect himself, to catch his breath as he adjusts to Eddie's cock. He focuses on allowing himself to relax, focusing on the feeling of Eddie inside of him.
When he’s ready to continue, he plants his hands on Eddie's chest, and slowly lifts himself halfway up, before gliding back down again.
Steve lets out a quiet, breathy moan, hips gyrating against Eddie's, and that’s when Eddie starts to rouse.
His nose twitches slightly, face scrunching up in a mix of confusion and pleasure, and Steve thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen.
He wishes he could take a picture (there’s always a next time, he reminds himself).
With confidence, he starts to actively speed up his movements, moaning slightly, as he feels Eddie's cock twitch with interest inside of him, filling him out even more.
Steve watches as Eddie slowly awakes, watches the way his eyes flicker back and forth behind his eyelids, until they flutter open, dazed he yawns slightly, and then Steve sees the exact moment when it hits him.
His eyes widen, and his hands shoot up to grab Steve's waist, grip limp and sleep-ridden.
“Good morning sweetheart,” Steve coos, and Eddie's eyes flutter shut, letting out a broken sound.
“Oh my god,” Eddie pants as Steve bounces on his cock, his own bobbing between them.
“This okay?” Steve murmurs, checking in just to be safe, and when Eddie nods sleepily, giving Steve a lopsided grin, he takes that as a win, dropping down more harshly on Eddie’s cock.
Eddie hisses, dropping his head against the pillow, letting out a broken moan. “It's more—ah—more than okay,” Eddie babbles, blinking the sleep out of his eyes, pupils dilating as he wakes up more.
Steve can feel the bed shift behind him, and soon enough, Eddie’s feet are planted on the bed, giving him enough leverage to fuck up into steve.
“Fuck,” Steve cries out, arms giving out from their place on Eddie’s shoulders, buckling as he falls onto Eddie’s chest. Eddie immediately wraps his arms around Steve's waist, pressing kisses into Steve’s hair as he fucks into him. Steve buries his nose into Eddie's neck as he keens, holding onto Eddie for dear life.
“S’a good way to wake up,” Eddie whispers into his ear, voice low and rough with sleep, and Steve nods against his neck, the symphony of pleasure leaving him too overwhelmed to respond.
“Wanted to make you—shit—wanted to make you feel good,” Steve stammers, cock steadily leaking precum between his legs, threatening to spill over the edge at any second.
“You did baby—I'm so proud of you,” Eddie praises, pressing a kiss to the space behind Steve’s ear.
And when Eddie grabs Steve’s hips, flipping them over and sinking into Steve in one fluid motion, Steve’s mouth parts in a silent scream, the angle sending Eddie deeper than before. He swears he can feel Eddie in his throat, the head of Eddie’s dick nudging against Steve’s prostate with every movement.
Eddie’s thrusts grow sloppier, more erratic, and it’s not long before he lets out a long groan—slamming his hips once, twice—before he’s cumming, filling Steve up, painting his insides with white.
Steve sobs at the feeling, and when he reaches down between them, wrapping a fist around his weeping cock, all it takes is a couple of tugs to send him hurtling over the edge, spilling between their bodies.
Eddie collapses against him, panting heavily as he catches his breath. Steve cards a hand through Eddie’s hair, feeling the soft, hummingbird-like patter of his heart against his chest.
Eddie lifts his chin, eyes flickering back and forth between Steve’s own, before giving him a soft look. There’s a twinkle to his eyes—one reserved for Steve, and only Steve. Eddie reaches up and plants a kiss against Steve’s lips, to which he eagerly accepts.
“Jesus christ—you’re unreal,” Eddie grins, and plants another kiss to Steve’s cheek. “So fuckin’ perfect baby, made my morning. How could I ever repay you?” Eddie jokes and Steve snorts. He picks at the cotton fiber of the sheets, cheeks flushed hot at the praise
“I dunno—for starters, you could pull out.”
Eddie laughs, something boisterous yet lighthearted, and Steve feels dizzy with love.
He lightly swats Steve's hip as he pulls out, wincing as the cum dribbles out of Steve, and onto the mattress.
“Yeah—we’re gonna need to clean that up in a bit,” Eddie deadpans, and Steve laughs, wrapping his arms around Eddie's neck, dragging him in for another kiss.
When they break, Eddie yawns and rubs at his eyes, and Steve cocks an eyebrow.
“What?” Eddie questions, and Steve rolls his eyes lightly.
“You’re still sleepy after all of that? Besides, what the hell were you even dreaming about?” Steve bemuses, and Eddie grins, tongue sticking out in the process.
“Well for starters, I had this amazing dream where I was fucking this beautiful man,” Eddie begins, and Steve sits up, Eddie immediately finding himself underneath Steve’s arm.
“I’m talking ethereal, Stevie—like you wouldn’t believe how hot he is. Total smokeshow, a walking wet dream. Would’ve had high-school me creaming my jeans like, embarrassingly fast.”
“But then I woke up and the dream became a reality, so obviously I’m stoked,” Eddie rambles, and Steve lets out a laugh, something bright.
“You’re an idiot, Eddie Munson,” Steve giggles, and Eddie raises a hand, index finger raised towards the ceiling.
“Guilty as charged!” Eddie agrees, and Steve snickers.
“But to answer the first part of your question; Steve—honey—as much as I loved that, and as much as I love you—I am still not a morning person,” Eddie chuckles, and Steve lets out a lighthearted noise, rolling his eyes once more.
“And besides, that was a good wake up call, amazing even, but like—I still need my morning coffee.”
Steve swats him, and Eddie raises his hands in defense. Steve giggles, before pecking him on the lips.
“You’re lucky I love you,” Steve says, and Eddie grins.
“That I am.”