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“So,” Steve sighed, exhaling a chest full of smoke.
“So?” Eddie raised a brow. He took a draw of their shared joint and carded his hands through Steve’s hair.
“S-So, do, um…” He trailed off, leaning into the sensation of Eddie’s slender fingers.
“Stevie?”
“Sorry! Sorry… do you have any plans for Valentine’s Day?”
“Why would I? It’s just another made up, corporate holiday to make morons feel back about themselves.” Eddie took another drag. “Why? You have plans?”
“No… no, not this year. Haven’t, since Nancy.”
“Shit, right. Sorry, man.”
“It’s fine,” he lied.
“Have you… have you gotten laid since Nancy?”
“Yeah, here and there. Nothing worth going back twice for.”
“Hmm,” Eddie hummed, ashing the joint. “‘s alright, man. I’m sure you get laid a lot more than I do.”
“Yeah, right,” Steve scoffed before he could catch himself.
“Something you wanna share with the class, Stevie?” Eddie smirked.
“Not much to share,” he shrugged. “I have eyes, and I’m not a total idiot. y’know?“
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re hot,” he whispered meekly. “Y’know how you’ll have those random sex dreams about your friends?” Eddie’s eyes widened—his mouth hung agape—at a complete loss for words. “You’re in mine more than anyone else… actually, I think you’re the only one of our friends who shows up. Nancy used to, but that stopped a while ago… obviously…”
“Uh, Stevie?”
“Hmm? Yeah?”
“I don’t… most people… I don’t think most people have sex dreams about their friends.”
“What?”
“Their guy friends, at least…”
“You’re pulling my leg.”
“Harrington, I swear, I’m not.”
“But-But… Tommy always said he used to dream about me constantly… the same amount as Carol.”
“Wasn’t he dating Carol?”
“Y-Yeah…”
“Well, sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I think you like men, Stevie. At least a little bit.”
Steve stared blankly into the abyss of his living room—somehow a million, and zero, thoughts racing through his head.
“I-I’m just teasing,” Eddie attempted. “I dream about guys, too. Then again, I am gay, but–”
“You’re gay?” Steve whispered.
“Yeah? You didn’t know?” Steve shook his head. “Oh… surprise? Is that a problem?” He shook his head again. “Alright, okay… you good?”
“Have you ever dreamed about me?”
“What?” Eddie blinked.
“Have you ever dreamed about me? I-In that way?”
“Steve–”
“Answer the question… please…”
“Of course I have.”
“Often?” Steve subtly scooted closer to Eddie.
“Damn near every night…” Eddie inched his hand to the nape of Steve’s neck, gently playing with the hair that sat there. “You?”
“S-Same…”
“What do we do? In your dreams?”
“We-We start with kissing.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah…”
“Then what?” Eddie’s lips were mere centimeters from Steve’s jaw. He hovered with a shit eating grin, just waiting for Steve to push him away—but, he never did.
“Then, you’ll usually crawl into my lap.”
“I do, huh?” Eddie mumbled, finally sinking a kiss into Steve’s golden skin.
“Yeah… you do…”
“Then what?” Eddie lapped at his neck, sucking hickey after hickey into him.
“Then– fuck, then I’d fuck my hips up into you… pretend like you’re riding me.”
“Not me actually riding you?” he teased.
“Not ‘till later…”
“That what you want?” Eddie whispered, pressing the heel of his hand into Steve’s growing hard on.
“Please.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.”
Eddie swung his leg over and settled himself into Steve’s lap. He carded his hands through Steve’s luscious locks, giving a slight tug at the root. A silent moan fell from Steve’s lips as his hands settled on Eddie’s hips, harshly rolling them up.
“This okay?” Eddie asked breathlessly.
“Uh-huh.”
“What next?”
“Huh?”
“What do we do next? In your dreams?”
“We, um… fuck, Eddie, sorry.” Steve kept a death grip on Eddie’s hips, head lolling forward to rest on his partner’s shoulder. His breathing picked up as he moved Eddie faster and faster in his lap.
“Why?”
“Never… never done this with a guy… not being too harsh, right?”
“Not at all. Like it rough.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.”
“Fuck, c’mere.”
Steve pulled Eddie down into a heated kiss—nothing more than teeth and tongue. The smell and taste of weed polluting all their senses. Numbing all their inhibitions. Making each and every one of their schoolboy fantasies come true. God, they each could have finished—just the way they were—until–
“Hey, I’m home!” Robin called as she locked up the apartment’s front door. “I smell pot; I hope you guys didn’t get too high without me. Steve, they were out of– whoa!” She did a full one-eighty, dropping the shopping bags to shield her eyes. Panicked, Steve pushed Eddie onto the floor, making him fall with a thump. “For the love of god,” Robin started, “never do that in a public living space, again.”
“Y-Yeah… sorry, Robin.”
“Sorry, Buckley…”
“Are you both decent?”
“No,” Eddie mumbled.
“‘No’? The fuck do you mean ‘no’?”
“There’s, um…” He cleared his throat. “I have a situation that I can’t exactly handle, right now.”
“Get out of my house.”
“Yeah, that’s fair…”
It took a few days before Steve could work up the courage to even talk to Eddie again. Whenever he tried calling, or stopping by Family Video, he always made an excuse to make himself sparse. Sure, him and Eddie were friends—and yeah, all guys get high together, and confessed that they had sex dreams about their guy friends. Steve wasn’t out of the ordinary, right? He didn’t have to have a total breakdown over his sexuality, right?
Regardless, it took a few days for him to calm down. To get his head back on straight (pun not intended). When he finally worked up the nerve, he stopped by Eddie’s trailer after work, one evening. Wayne was long gone for the night, and he knew it would just be the two of them.
Before his stupid, overthinking brain could tell him to turn around and go home, Steve lightly tapped his knuckles on the screen door of the trailer. He swayed back and forth—from his heels to his toes—counting each and every second, waiting for Eddie to answer.
“Oh, hey,” Eddie beamed. “What’s up? I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for days.”
“Been busy,” he lied.
“Right…” Eddie slowly nodded. “Wanna come in? Was just about to make some dinner.”
“Having anything good?”
“If you consider two day old pork roast good, then yeah, the best. Come on, I’ll make you some.”
“Thanks…”
“Mhmm.”
Eddie smiled happily as he showed Steve inside. Steve wandered around, taking in the collections of knickknacks Wayne had scattered across the house. Despite being at the trailer on a semi-regular basis, he somehow always spotted something new (that Eddie insisted had been there for ages).
“So what’s up?” Eddie asked.
“Hmm?”
“You never answered me earlier,” he laughed.
“Oh… not much. Was just in the area. Wanted to see you.”
“You wanted to see me? Really, Harrington?”
“What? Is it a crime to wanna see a friend?”
“It is when they nearly hooked up a few days ago.” Steve chewed on his lip and looked anywhere but Eddie. “You ready to talk about it?” he tried.
“What’s there to talk about?” Steve whispered.
“Uh, I don’t know? Maybe how you fantasize about me? How you’ve never done anything with a guy?” Steve cheeks quickly burnt up in embarrassment. “Maybe how I like you… and I’m just crossing my heart, hoping that you like me too… and that it wasn’t just a one-off, pot-induced fever dream…”
“It wasn’t,” Steve promised. “Sorry, this is all new to me… not really sure how to do… anything.”
“How do you mean?”
“Well, if I like a girl, then I just turn on the Harrington-charm, and bah-bah-bah!” He snapped to himself. “I got myself a date —maybe a blowjob, if I play my cards right. But with a guy? I have no clue what I’m doing.”
“I promise,” Eddie chuckled, “the Harrington-charm works on me too. And as far as blowjobs go, I’ve been told I’m a natural.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah…”
A heavy silence hung in the air. Both their chests left heaving with anticipation. Without another word, Eddie sunk to his knees on the grimy kitchen floor, and tied his hair back. All he needed was Steve’s–
“Please. Eddie, fuck, please.”
“Thank God.”
Eddie hastily undid Steve’s belt and slid his tight jeans past his hairy thighs. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and freed Steve’s half hard cock. Steve’s head hit the cabinet door as a mix of Eddie’s hot breath, and the trailer’s cool air, danced around his newly exposed skin. Eddie stroked him to full hardness and gazed up to him with big, wet, doe eyes.
“Like what you see?” Steve breathed.
“Uh-huh… may I?”
“Please.”
Drool pooled at the corners of Eddie’s mouth as he stuck his tongue out, grazing the tip against Steve’s reddened head. He took in the salty, heady taste of Steve’s precum before enveloping him in the warmth of his mouth.
“Fuck, Eddie.”
Eddie hummed against Steve’s cock and bobbed his head at a steady pace, going further and further with each pass. Soon enough, his nose was buried in Steve’s curls as he held himself in place, until he had no air left in his lungs. He pulled back with a pop, not giving Steve any time to recover before doing it again, and again, and again.
“Eddie, fuck– shit, hmm… gonna– gonna make me cum.”
Eddie smirked to himself as he double his efforts, making Steve fall apart at the seams. He chanted Eddie’s name like a prayer, planting his hands in his mess of curls, as he fucked his mouth.
White, sticky, hot ropes of cum painted Eddie’s throat, and he swallowed every last drop. When he pulled away, strings of saliva still connecting him to Steve, he sat back on his heels, and licked his lips clean.
“Any good?” Eddie grinned.
“Fuck you.”
“Wouldn’t you like to?”
“Yeah, actually…” Steve shoved his back to the floor, quick to force his way between Eddie’s legs. “I’d really like to. Get your pants off.”
The two clamored to work Eddie’s pajama pants down his legs, letting his neglected cock spring free. Steve lowered himself to his elbows, getting up close and personal, to his friend’s dick.
“I’ve never done this before,” Steve whispered, all his confidence melting away.
“‘s okay,” Eddie assured. “Take your time… do what you’re comfortable with.”
“You’ll stop me if it’s bad?”
“It won’t be.”
“But what if it is.”
“My dick is gonna be in the Steve Harrington’s mouth. Even if it’s nothing but teeth, I won’t say a fucking word.”
“I’d hope you would? I’m not trying to grate this beautiful thing into nothing.”
“Beautiful, huh?”
“Shut up.”
“Make m–ah!”
And he did.
Steve was nothing short of eager—moving at a quick pace—hands reaching what his mouth couldn’t. He had Eddie’s back bowing from the linoleum floor, and his voice echoing throughout the entire trailer park. Within minutes, Eddie was trying to pull Steve free—begging, pleading, warning him of his impending release.
But he didn’t budge.
“Steve– Steve! Shit, Steve, move— move! Gonna-Gonna cum!”
“Mm-mm,” he hummed, not daring to slow.
“Shit, Steve, fuck, c-cum– cumming!”
Eddie’s entire body vibrated as he curled up into himself. Steve milked him for everything he had, only popping off when Eddie physically couldn’t take anymore.
“Fuck, fuck,” Eddie breathed. Steve wiped his mouth clean—of everything but pride—and rested his head on Eddie’s stomach.
“Good?”
“Amazing… you sure it was… was your first– fuck…” Eddie couldn’t catch his breath; he wasn’t sure if he ever would again.
“Positive,” Steve laughed.
“Christ… there’s nothing more I can teach you… ‘cept maybe deep throating.”
“Another lesson for another time?”
“Like I could ever say no to you, Harrington.”
***
From there on out, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Even if they only had mere seconds alone, they were swallowing each other whole. It didn’t take long—really no more than a week—before–
“Fuck, Stevie,” Eddie moaned, “so big… so fucking big…”
“You’re doing so good,” he cooed, “so good. You can take it, baby… you can take it.”
Eddie clawed anywhere he could reach—the headboard, Steve’s back, the duvet, hell, even the nightstand. Steve slowly pushed into him and, no matter how much he prepped, Eddie felt like he was being torn to shreds.
It was their first time together—like this—but it felt like the millionth. It felt as if they’d been doing it all their lives—both this one, and every one before it.
The comforts of the other’s soothing touch. The kind, encouraging words. The soft, honest praises.
Everything was so new, yet oddly —amazingly— similar.
Steve leaned down to pepper kisses along Eddie’s flushed face, singing sweet praises between each peck. Eddie clung to him like his life depended on it, begging him to pick up the pace. He dug his heels into the small of Steve’s back, urging him further in. When he finally felt comfortable, Steve propped himself up and fucked Eddie within an inch of his life. Helpless moans fell from his lips—each one, however, being drowned out in Steve’s mouth.
“Feel so good,” Eddie whined.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. ”
“You feel good too, baby… gonna fuck you till you can’t remember your name.”
“Please! Ah– fuck, Steve, please!”
“Doing so good for me… so good… gonna make you mine. You want that? To be mine?”
“Uh-huh… cum in me, please…”
“Happily.”
As if on command—without needing to be told twice—Steve came undone into Eddie, with him only second behind. Steve stroke him through his orgasm until he had nothing left to give. When Eddie was begging to stop—sobbing from the near overstimulation—Steve collapsed on top of him. Their sweaty foreheads clung together as they breathed in one another.
“Never leave me,” Eddie whispered. “Can’t… can’t live without you…”
“Will you be my boyfriend?” Steve asked, not bothering to stop himself.
“Oh, Stevie,” Eddie breathed into a kiss, “I thought you’d never ask…”
***
Despite now having a boyfriend (yeah, Eddie couldn’t believe it either), the two of them let Valentine’s Day come and go—not bothering to make any special plans. Sure, they fucked every which way to Sunday (Eddie even insisting that they must have invented some new positions), but they didn’t do any of the normal couple-esc things.
They didn’t go out to dinner. They didn’t buy each other flowers. Hell, they didn’t even get cards! Steve, though, couldn’t resist buying his boyfriend (fuck, he’d never get sick of saying that) little candies the day after.
“You know me so well,” Eddie giggled over the phone. He popped another Hershey’s kiss into his mouth, munching away until it was time for another. “Sorry I didn’t get you anything.”
“It’s alright,” Steve insisted, “I know how you are. Fuck corporate America, yada, yada.”
“Last time I checked, you’re not corporate America?”
“You don’t fuck me.”
“Touché, touché.”
“I’d like you to, though.”
“What…” Eddie half mumbled, half choked on his chocolate. “Um… what?”
“I want you to fuck me, Eds.”
“Wow, uh… wow, okay, okay… what brought this on?”
“Just thought you looked hot under me… wanted to give it a shot.”
“It might take a bit to… y’know…”
“No, I don’t know,” Steve teased.
“To get you comfortable. With bottoming, I mean.”
“You implying that you have a big dick, Munson?”
“You’ve seen it.”
“Mm, I have… it’s not bad.”
“‘Not bad’!? That’s it, we’re breaking up.”
“I’m kidding!” Steve laughed. “It’s the best dick I’ve ever seen.”
“Wow, highest of compliments, considering my dick is the only one you’ve ever seen.”
“You know it.”
“You know, for your information, Harrington, my dick would split you in two.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I’d like to see it try.”
Eddie chewed at his bottom lip before whispering, “you alone?”
“Yeah,” Steve whispered back.
“For how long?”
“Rest of the night… Rob’s out with Nance.”
“Thank god… take off your pants.”
“One step ahead of you.”
“Christ, you’re the best.”
“I know,” he smirked.
“You have your lube?”
“Mhmm.”
“You ever–”
“No,” Steve rushed out. “Need your help… talk me through it?”
“Of course, baby. Get your hole nice and wet, for me.”
“O-Okay… then what?”
“Be gentle with yourself, okay? Start with one fingertip, and go slow.”
Steve followed his instructions to a T, initially hating the sensation, but stuck with it, nonetheless.
“F-Feels weird, Ed.”
“If you don’t like it, you can stop, Stevie. It’s okay.”
“No, wanna… wanna be able to take you.”
“Then you’re gonna have to listen carefully, alright?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Okay… add some more lube. Then, take some nice, deep breaths for me. Keep taking them until you don’t feel that sting anymore.”
And Steve did—soon enough, he was pumping his finger in and out, like it’s all he’s ever known.
“Feeling good?”
“So good,” Steve groaned. “Can’t wait till it’s you.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhmm…”
“I can’t wait either, baby. Can’t wait till i get to stretch you out on my cock. Till you’re shouting my name—till the whole neighborhood knows who you belong to… who do you belong to, Stevie?”
“You.”
“Who?” Eddie smirked.
“You!”
“Who?”
“You, Eddie! You!”
“Good boy… can you try something for me?”
“Anything.”
“Put the phone between your ear and shoulder, yeah? And fuck your hand… just like you fuck me.”
“O-Okay.”
“And keep fucking yourself open. I never said you could stop.”
“God,” Steve cried out. “Need you, Eddie.”
“‘m right here, sweetheart. You’re doing so good, for me. You’re always so good for me.”
“Come over, please!”
“Can’t… gonna have to finish all by yourself.”
“I can’t!”
“Yes, you can. What can I do to get you off, baby, hmm?”
“Tell me how you’re gonna fuck me… how you’re gonna use me.”
“Oh, well, sweetheart… not gonna use you right away…” Eddie’s voice was low—dripping sweetly, like honey. “Gonna take my time with you. Gonna kiss every inch of you. Gonna make you fall apart on just my mouth, first. Gonna make you beg for me—beg for more. Then, I’m gonna open you up, nice and slow—take my time, so I don’t hurt you. And when I finally get my dick in you? God, you’re never gonna want anyone but me.”
“Already… already don’t want anyone but you. You’re so good to me, Eddie.”
“I try,” he smirked.
“‘m so close, Ed. Gonna… fuck, gonna cum!”
“Cum for me, Stevie. Be a good boy and cum for me.”
***
It took a few weeks (months) for Steve to comfortably be able to take more than a few fingers. But when he was ready? He was ready.
Eddie slowly opened him up—taking him apart, piece by piece. Making him a mess on his fingers and tongue. Making him beg—plead—for more, until he could barely form words. Until all he could do was tug Eddie up by his hair, forcing him into a messy kiss.
“Need you,” Steve breathed, “please… fuck me, please…”
“Anything for you, sweetheart. Let me just grab a–”
“No, wanna feel you.”
“Are… are you sure?”
“Uh-huh. I know you’re clean. Please, Eddie.”
“Okay, okay…”
Eddie slicked his cock as much as he could, and lined himself up with Steve’s waiting hole. He pressed in slowly, calling Steve with each passing inch. Eddie studied his face—his breaths—to see if it was all too much. Waited to see if he needed to put an end to it all. But (thank god) he didn’t have to.
When he bottomed out, he gave Steve a few minutes to adjust to the fullness of it all. Happily, Eddie studied his face.
The way his brows pinched together. The way his chest heaved with each heavy breath. The way he gripped onto Eddie until his knuckles turned ghost white. He took in each and every last detail of Steve—like he’d never seen him before—like he’d never see him again.
“Move,” Steve begged.
And who was Eddie to deny the man of his dreams?
He gently rocked his hips back and forth, gradually working his way up to full thrusts. Eddie brought his hand up to Steve’s cock, firmly wrapping it around him, and pumping in time with his hips. Breathy whines fell from Steve’s lips with each snap of Eddie’s hips, and god, Eddie swore there was no better sound on earth.
“Fuck, squeezing me so tight, Stevie… feel amazing.”
“Feels so good,” Steve moaned, “c’mere.”
Steve clawed at Eddie’s back, capturing him in a sweet, soft kiss. Their lips moved in tandem, as Eddie’s hips and hands moved at their own pace. They consumed each other, like they were the only ones left on earth. They drowned in the other’s moans and whimpers—breathing each in, like it was the only oxygen supply left on the planet. Nothing could pull them from their trance—well, except–
“I love you,” Steve cried.
“Stevie–”
“I love you so much, Teddy… love you more than anything.”
“I love you, too,” Eddie hiccuped a sob. “Never wanna be without you. You’re my everything, Stevie, baby. Can’t wait to be with you forever and ever.”
“Forever and ever,” Steve echoed.
The pair were cemented together—Eddie barely moving—more or less just rocking back and forth. Each drowning in a sea of happy tears, and quiet babbles of “I love you’s.”
And neither would have wanted it any other way.
***
Throughout the first year of their relationship, the pair was inseparable. On each other whenever possible. Constantly trying new things.
It was a whole new world for Steve. With women, he stuck to the same, safe, vanilla pattern—mild foreplay, fuck in missionary, and get the girl off if they didn’t finish before him. But now, with Eddie? God, he couldn’t wait until the next time they were together. He’d constantly search for new zines, or hear about new things through the grapevine at the local Indie bars.
But one in particular piqued his interest.
“Shibari?” Eddie queried as he flipped through the zine.
“Yeah,” Steve meekly shrugged. “Thought it looked interesting.”
“So you wanna do this to me?”
“No…”
“Oh?” Eddie cocked a brow. “You wanna be tied up?” Steve nodded. “What brought this on?”
“Just wanted to try it… wanted to give you all of me.”
“I already have all of you, Stevie.”
“Didn’t want any control… wanted to let you have all of me.”
“Steve Harrington… you are God’s greatest gift to mankind.”
“So you’ll do it?”
“Let me think on it.”
But of course that meant yes.
Eddie studied the zine day-in, and day-out. Learned what type of rope he needed, where to get it, how to tie certain patterns.
Christ, if he put half as much effort into school, maybe he would’ve graduated on time. But whatever—the past is in the past.
Eddie teased Steve relentlessly—made him think he wasn’t going to do it, or would make him settle for a flimsy pair of handcuffs. Of course, he’d never do anything half assed for his sweetheart—his one and only.
When Valentine’s Day rolled around, Eddie was nearly bursting at the seams trying to keep his secret tamed. All throughout their dinner, he bounced his jittering leg, and bit at his nails, to try and keep it all inside. Once the bill was paid, he sped home (to Steve’s apartment) and practically busted down the door, sweeping Steve off his feet to the bedroom.
“What’s the rush, Ed?” he laughed.
“Robin’s not coming home tonight, right?” Eddie panted.
“What? N-No, she’s at Nancy’s for the weekend. Why?”
“Perfect.”
Eddie captured Steve’s head in his hands, carding his fingers through his freshly cleaned hair, eagerly working them down his body. He pulled Steve’s hips flush with his, grinding his half hard cock against his doting boyfriend. Steve giggled against Eddie’s plush lips as he undressed him at the speed of light.
“Eager tonight, aren’t we, Teddy?”
“You know I love you, right, Stevie?” Eddie breathed. “Know that I’ll do anything for you? Want to make you the happiest man on earth?”
“Always.”
“I love you so much.”
“I love you, too.”
“Get on the bed… and close your eyes…”
Steve happily obliged, sure to fully strip before laying down—on full display for the love of his life. Eddie cocked his head to the side, fully taking in Steve, like he was a breath of fresh air. He let out a sigh before shaking himself free of his trance, turning to dig his brand new shibari rope from his overnight bag—he scoured shop after shop in Indie and Chicago, trying to find the right shades of red and pink he had his heart set on.
He crawled onto the bed, combing his hands through Steve’s chest hair, tugging slightly at the root. Steve’s eyes fluttered open at the pain, quickly flickering when he caught sight of the shiny rope.
“Teddy…”
“Yeah?”
“Is that… is that what I think it is?”
“Sure is, Stevie…”
“Eddie…” Tears crowded his eyes as he delicately ghosted his fingertips over it. “You didn’t have to do this for me.”
“Yeah, actually, I did…”
“But… the rope is so expensive? How’d… how did you even afford this?”
“Picked up some extra shifts at the arcade. Why do you think I stopped by to see you so much?”
“Just figured you missed me.”
“Well, yeah, that too,” Eddie laughed. “So? You still wanna try it?” Steve nodded rapidly—suddenly forgetting every word known to man. “Speak up, Stevie. Need to hear you.”
“Yes, yes! I-I still wanna.”
“Good boy.” Eddie quickly pecked his lips. “I’m gonna take good care of you.”
“You always do.”
“If you need me to stop or slow down–”
“I know what to do…”
“Smart boy.”
Eddie gave him one more kiss before getting everything ready. He wracked his brain, remembering each step to perfectly tie his boyfriend up. He purposely remembered one pattern, in particular—tiny hearts trailing up Steve’s bound legs, and a big ole heart, smack dab middle of his chest.
It took him longer than he would’ve liked to admit, but when he was done, he sat back on his heels to admire his work. His eyes glazed over every last inch of Steve—wondering to himself how he got so goddamn lucky.
“So pretty, Stevie,” he whispered, “so pretty, all for me.”
“All for you…”
Eddie licked his lips, grinning wickedly, as he flipped Steve onto his stomach. He hiked his bound boy’s hips up, spreading his cheeks as much as he could. He licked a strip over Steve’s hole before fucking his tongue into him, making Steve fall apart beneath his touch.
He devoured Steve like his life depended on it, spitting onto his hole before lapping it back up. When he figured Steve had enough teasing, Eddie tore apart the nightstand, digging for their lube. He drizzled a healthy amount over his puckered hole, gently sliding in his middle finger. Eddie took his time opening Steve up, as he always did, and waited for his verbal “okay” before lining up his reddened cock.
“Ready, baby?” Eddie asked.
“Mhmm.”
“Words, Stevie.”
“Yes, Eddie, God!” he cried as Eddie pushed into him.
Even after all those months together, his body still wasn’t used to the agonizing stretch. His hands clung onto nothing, helplessly bound behind him, desperately trying to grab ahold of anything.
Eddie took pity on him, really—lending his right hand to Steve, so he could pathetically claw into his skin. Eddie’s left hand, however, held a firm grip on the rope tied around Steve’s waist—pulling him back further, and further. Giving Steve no choice but the take his cock harder, and harder.
Steve moaned and cried into his sheets—begging and pleading for sweet release. Eddie tutted his tongue, telling Steve that the fun had only just begun.
“Hold it, baby. Hold it, for me.”
“Can’t,” Steve whined. “Wanna cum, Teddy. Wanna cum for you.”
“Not yet, sweetheart. Hold it for me, ‘kay?”
“No!” he sobbed, “wanna cum now!” With each plea, Steve squeezed the life out of Eddie’s dick, making him lurch forward—taking everything in him not to come undone in seconds.
“Quit– Quit doing that, Stevie,” Eddie begged. “Won’t– fuck, won’t be able to last.”
“Good.”
Another squeeze.
“Ah! Fuck you!”
“That’s… kinda… the point…”
“Watch the tone, big boy.” Eddie laid a hard smack on Steve’s ass, only pulling on the ropes harder—somehow forcing him back even further on his cock.
“Make me…”
“Such a fucking brat.”
“Mm-mm… ‘m a good boy…”
“Oh, you are, baby…” Smack. “You’re my good boy.”
“Yours…”
“Mine.” Smack. “Mine.” Smack. “All. Fucking. Mine.”
“Teddy…” Steve hiccuped a weak cry as Eddie punctuated each word with a harsh thrust. “Please!”
“Please, what?”
Eddie pulled Steve up by his restrains, so his back was flush with Eddie’s bare chest. Eddie snaked his hand around to rest on Steve’s throat, giving him a soft squeeze. He licked and kissed up Steve’s throat, nipping gently at his exposed skin —claiming Steve as his. With his free hand, he found his way to Steve’s neglected cock, stroking him in time with each of his thrusts.
“Ah– ah! Ed– Teddy! S-So close!”
“Cum for me, sweetheart. Be my good boy and cum for me,” Eddie husked in his ear.
“I love you.”
“I love you so fucking much, Stevie… c’mon… cum for me.”
Not needing to be told twice, Steve came undone into Eddie’s hand, staining the pretty pink rope that bound his legs. Eddie couldn’t help himself at the sight—one look at Steve falling apart under his touch was enough to have him spilling uncontrollably into his boyfriend. His thrusts were sloppy and rough—any and all sense of self disintegrated into thin air.
When both boys finally came down from their highs—lord knows how long after—Eddie carefully lowered Steve back down to the bed. When he pulled out, he intently watched as his cum leaked from Steve’s hole. He dragged his thumb over Steve, listening to him whimper as he pushed his cum back into him.
“Mine,” Eddie whispered to himself. “So pretty, Stevie… so fucking pretty, like this.”
“Jus’ for you,” Steve mumbled into the pillow.
“My good boy…”
Eddie peppered kisses down Steve’s back as he worked to free him from the confines of the rope. He cared for Steve like his life depended on it—fetched him food, water, fresh clothes, and a warm blanket to swaddle him in. Easing him down from cloud nine.
“How was it, baby?”
“So good, Teddy…”
“Yeah?”
“Mhmm… can’t wait to do it again.”
“I’ll have to learn some new restrains,” Eddie teased.
“Liked the hearts,” Steve shrugged.
“Then we’ll keep them…” With a wide smile, Eddie pressed a kiss into Steve’s sweat slicked hair. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Stevie.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Teddy… love you so much.”
“Love you more.”
“Not possible…”