Work Text:
“Is this placement okay?”
Steve’s eyes trail down his torso and get stuck on where Eddie’s hands are planted on his sides. The latex gloves. His hands. Steve’s shorts are pulled down low for the stencil. Eddie tilts his head.
“Baby,” Eddie smiles. Steve looks up and of course Eddie is giving him that look. Faux innocence and dimples popping out. The plug in Steve’s ass presses in every time he shifts slightly. And, god is he shifty right now.
Steve sighs. “Yes. Yeah, that looks good,” he squeaks out, voice coming out smaller than he intended. Eddie smirks. Steve smiles back sweetly.
“I’m gonna go ahead and start then. Shouldn’t take too long.” Eddie starts the process of tattooing Steve. They chose to give him a pair of bows on his hips. It’s simple, sweet. Very Steve. “You’re gonna be my pretty princess with these bows, huh?” Eddie teases. Steve’s face flushes, skin burning hot suddenly.
“Maybe next time I’ll get your name tatted,” Steve giggles. Dangerous words. Eddie’s a little-okay, a lot, possessive. He’d be more than happy to tat his name across Steve’s ass, for only him to see. For only Eddie to admire. Maybe, just maybe, he’d even be a little crazy and tattoo something like Eddie’s Sweetheart on Steve. He totally would, who is he kidding?
Eddie looks up through his eyelashes, looks like he wants to give in and say something batshit insane, but settles for, “Yeah maybe. If you can sit still and be good for me.” He reaches into his pocket and Steve gasps. The plug in his ass starts vibrating on the lowest setting. Almost something, but nothing really. Not enough for Steve who just wants more more more. Steve squeezes his eyes shut and hums, trying to distract himself. He worked himself open earlier and had the plug in all day; it fills him up but he wants more. He wants that almost-too-full feeling Eddie’s cock gives when they fuck. Eddie’s an evil bastard. Eddie’s so proud of himself for it too, keeps grinning smug and teasing-like.
“Steeeeeeeve. You okay? We can take a break if you need to, if it hurts too much.” Eddie isn’t even looking at him now. He’s just digging that needle into Steve’s skin over and over again. Is this gonna be another kink for Steve now? Eddie could stab him with a needle over and over as long as he teases him until his cock is leaking and his brain is mush? Jesus Christ.
Steve breathes through his nose and tries to stay calm. Until Eddie brushes over his cock with his wrist- totally accidental. Not on purpose at all. Eddie would never.
“No!” Eddie finally looks up, amused. “No, I’m okay. Feels good.”
“Oh it feels good, does it? Silly boy.” He goes back to tattooing Steve. A few minutes later, the vibrations stop. Steve sighs gratefully. His head thunks back on the chair and he stares up at the ceiling. Eddie giggles to himself, then the vibrations come back. Stronger now and with a rhythm. Bzzzzzzzzzt bzzzt Bzzzzzzzzzt over and over.
“You asshole,” Steve whines and covers his face with his hands. He wiggles his hips on instinct. Tries to both chase that feeling and run away from it simultaneously. He doesn’t know what he wants. He just knows Eddie is a sadistic asshole. And that he maybe wants Eddie to fuck him within an inch of his life.
Eddie grips his side hard with one hand, above where he’s tattooing, stilling Steve. “Stop moving. Now. I said if I was hurting you too much, we could take a break, Steve.”
Steve rolls his eyes and glares down at Eddie. “Edd-,” Eddie turns the plug’s vibrations up to the highest setting and cuts Steve off on a whimper. “Oh my god. Eddie, please.” Steve keens in the back of his throat and gasps.
“Baby, shhhh. I’m almost done. It’ll be over soon,” Eddie grins, focused on Steve’s hips. He’s just so unbothered right now, and it’s pissing Steve off.
“No no! I wanna cum. You- you know what you’re doing.”
“I dunno what you’re talking about,” Eddie laughs.
Steve all but growls out, “fuckin’ asshole.” Eddie tsks at Steve and shakes his head.
“That was mean, sweetheart,” Eddie frowns. He squeezes Steve’s cock through his shorts hard enough to hurt. “But I can be meaner.”
“Ow, you fucker that hu-,” Eddie’s hand hovers over Steve’s crotch. Go ahead- be a brat, Steve. Steve’s eyes widen. “I’m sorry. I’ll be nice, I swear.” Steve gives Eddie his biggest doe eyes and bites his lip. He wants to be good, but goddamn if Eddie Munson doesn’t bring out the brat in him.
Eddie snorts and goes back to drilling ink into Steve. “That’s what I thought.”
Steve’s hole is thrumming with every vibration; his cock is leaking and leaking in his underwear. Surely Eddie is almost done with the tattoos. Surely to fuck two bows don’t take that long to do?
“Are you almost done?” Steve bites his lip, peering down at Eddie.
“Mhm,” he nods. He squirts liquid, some kind of soap and water mixture, on Steve’s skin and wipes the excess ink off gently. Steve’s hands shake at his sides. He’s so close to the edge, if Eddie would just hurry up and do something.
“You wanna flip over?” Eddie is so nonchalant, not even looking at Steve as he cleans up and puts everything away. Steve flips over once Eddie is done with his hips. He braces his forearms on the chair and arches his ass into the air. He’s a slut. Sue him.
Eddie smacks Steve’s ass and giggles.
“Look at you,” Eddie sighs, “bet you’re so close already. I haven’t even touched you, whore.” Steve whines and looks back at Eddie where he’s sliding on a fresh glove.
“W-what’s that for?” Steve breathes.
“It’s for that sloppy hole- duh,” Eddie laughs. He always laughs at Steve, as if Steve is just too dumb and needs everything explained. And, sometimes that was the case, when Steve was down far enough.
“I need it. Please,” Steve mewls.
“Yeah, yeah. I hear you,” Eddie giggles and pulls Steve’s shorts down. “You’re so greedy, Stevie. You’re already full- what more could you need?” He taps the base of the plug and pushes on it.
“Ah!-need. Need to cum.” Steve wiggles his ass some. Manwhore.
“Poor thing,” Eddie coos. He pulls the plug out slowly and sets it on some paper towels. Steve’s asshole is already so slick and wet that Eddie doesn’t even need lube. Even if he did, Steve would probably say something about wanting a little pain. Absolute freaks, they are. He sticks one finger in, gently pulling soft moans from Steve.
“You’re gonna have to be quiet, baby. Don’t want people outside to hear, do you?” He slides his finger in and out and Steve thinks this is what’s gonna finally kill him. Eddie’s thick fingers wrapped in latex, fingering him into some kind of mind-blowing la petite mort. God, what a way to go.
“‘Kay. I’ll be quiet. Please don’t stop- shit.”
“God, you’re a dream.” Steve thinks he hears a zip!, but isn’t actually sure. The only thing keeping him from floating away is Eddie’s languid movements. His steady, sure strokes. Steve isn’t gonna last long, doesn’t really care. Not when Eddie’s behind him, groaning as if he’s being fingered.
“Feels so good, Eddie.‘M not gonna last long.” Steve is trying his best to keep quiet, but every time Eddie adds a finger- he’s at two and trying to pry a third one in, Steve pants and whimpers. He arches back into Eddie’s touch, wants more. Needs more.
Eddie’s panting too now; he fingers Steve faster, stretching his hole open and curling in tandem. Steve turns his head to see that Eddie has his cock out and is jerking off with his other hand.
“Oh fuck,” Steve’s eyes cross a little at the sight, “fuck me. Put your cock in me, Eddie, c’mon.”
“Fuck, okay,” Eddie groans. He raises up, shushes Steve lovingly. He just needs him to be a little quieter so he doesn’t get fired when a customer hears Steve getting his brains fucked out. Eddie pulls his fingers out; he strips the glove off and tosses it in the trashcan.
“Shh shhh. I got you, baby. Eddie’s got you,” Eddie coos. He lines his cock up and spits down the shaft. He wishes he’d brought lube now. Poor Steve. Oh well.
He pushes in, pulls back out. They’re both already minutes away from cumming. Eddie sinks in all the way and rubs Steve’s sides when he gasps.
“Eddie, I swear to god if you don’t just fuc-,”
Eddie pulls out and snaps his hips into Steve hard. He can’t stop himself from going too hard, too fast. He’s gonna cum soon, he just knows it. Thinks Steve is right there with him, by the punched out noises he’s making.
“Ah!- Eddie! Too fast, too fast!” Steve’s like a minute away from losing it. Eddie’s cock slides in and out quickly, filling him up and stretching his already sore hole open.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Eddie says, somewhere between a pant and a whisper, “can’t help it. You feel so good, I’m gonna cum.” He’s thrusting into Steve relentlessly, sure Steve is gonna be sore later. He can’t really think much beyond Need to cum and Steve Steve Steve. And Steve is matching his franticness, he’s rolling his hips back on Eddie and stroking his cock fast.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Steve,” Eddie moans. He squeezes Steve’s asscheeks.
“E-Eddie, I’m cumming! I’m cumming I’m cumming I’mcumming-,” Steve cums hard, and thrusts his ass back on Eddie even harder. Eddie is cursing behind him, and then he’s spilling deep in Steve’s ass- couldn’t stave it off even if he tried.
“Fuck, oh my god. Steve,” Eddie groans. He falls forward on Steve’s back and braces himself with his hands on the chair under Steve’s stomach. Eddie pulls out and sinks back in, swivels his hips. He laughs breathlessly when Steve whines.
Eddie pulls out and grabs a box of tissues; he wipes his dick off and what little cum that’s spilled out of Steve.
“Gonna put it back in- that okay?” Eddie rubs Steve’s hips soothingly. Plants a kiss on his right cheek.
Steve nods, “mhm.” Eddie pushes the plug back into Steve. He lets Steve catch his breath and rubs his back, calming him in the way only Eddie knows how to.
“C’mere, Stevie.” Eddie helps Steve stand up and turn around. “Aw, someone made a mess,” he teases. Steve frowns. “It’s okay, cutie. Just couldn’t help yourself, right?”
“Says the guy who came in me in less than ten minutes,” Steve mumbles as Eddie works on cleaning Steve and the chair up. Steve pulls his underwear and shorts back up when Eddie’s done.
Eddie scoffs. “Oh I’m sorry, Steve! I’m sooooooo sorry that your ass basically sucked me in and milked it right out of me,” Eddie laughs. He goes to the sink and waves his hand for Steve to do the same. He’s got that stupid grin plastered on his face, dimples perpetually on display.
They wash their hands together. Steve reaches for paper towels to dry their hands off on.
“Do you think anyone heard?”
“Ummm…I don’t know. I don’t think so, but someone kept whining like a whore- so who knows?”
Steve pouts. He turns to face Eddie, hands on his hips.
“I’m just kidding, babe. No, I don’t think anyone heard. The shop is loud as hell.”
Eddie leaves Steve to calm down, and he does that- as best as he can.
When he walks back to the front of the tattoo shop, Eddie is with another artist. He’s talking excitedly, arms moving animatedly. He nods at the other man and his bangs bounce up and down like something out of a cartoon. Fuckin’ dork. He leans in and whispers something in the guy’s ear and giggles as he pulls back.
Steve walks up to the counter and feels out of place. Until Eddie walks around and pulls Steve into his side.
“Stevie! I was just telling Cam how well you took it,” Eddie smiles. Steve looks at the other man and smiles, gives a small wave.
“Oh! Yeah, it didn't really hurt, I guess.” Is this about the tattoo or the life-altering orgasm Eddie just gave Steve?
“Like a champ, huh?” Cam says.
Steve looks at Eddie, eyes as big as saucers. Eddie just grins down at him and kisses his cheek. Smug bastard.