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Steve left a pecan pie on the kitchen counter.
Eddie stands with his hand in the fruit bowl and stares until he starts drooling.
You’d think that, living with his incredibly talented chef of a boyfriend, a guy would get used to random delicacies popping up, and Eddie has been doing a decent job. He hasn't once gorged himself on Steve’s cooking until he physically couldn’t in weeks. Which is actually a pity, because that one time he ate so much pasta he couldn’t lie on his stomach and Steve fucked him standing up against the wall with one hand splayed against his bulging belly, muttering about how much he loved stuffing Eddie full was- … yeah. Yeah, that sure was something.
Great, now he’s drooling again. It’s a good thing Steve is still at the restaurant and can’t see him popping a boner while staring at a pie. He'd never hear the end of it.
It's a damn tasty looking pie, though. The crust is golden brown, the pecans arranged in an artful pattern, the caramel filling glistening invitingly. There’s a hand-written note next to it.
For tonight. No nibbling. ;-)
Oh, right. Tonight is date night. Steve probably has an entire menu planned, with this baby as the finale. Probably plans on watching Eddie’s face go slack as he moans around the first bite.
Eddie stares at the pie. At Steve’s note. At the clock on the wall. Great, Steve won’t be here for at least two more hours and he has a rumbly tummy and a twitchy dick already.
He’ll just need to grab a snack and focus on preparing his next campaign. Yeah, good idea, that’ll keep him distracted. He can totally do this. He’s a grown-ass adult with impulse control and shit, he won’t be bested by this stupid, delicious pie with its buttery crust and creamy filling and when did the goddamn nut get into his mouth?
“Fuck,” he moans. He isn’t sure if he’s referring to what he just did or the fact that this is the best pecan pie he’s had in his life. Sweet and crunchy and creamy all at the same time, the crust melting in buttery flakes on his tongue, all of it mingling into one single, glorious-
“Hey, honey. I just wanted to get that recipe book for- … Eddie?”
Eddie freezes. So does Steve. The ticking of the clock is loud in the silence.
“Did you eat the pie?” Steve asks.
“No,” Eddie blurts. Sprays crumbs all over his shirt. Wipes them off with sticky fingers. “Okay, maybe a little. Don’t be mad?”
“Oh, baby,” Steve gives a little headshake. His eyes sparkle as he rounds the table, bracketing Eddie against the counter. One leg slots against Eddie’s thighs as Steve swipes a bit of filling from his lips with the pad of his thumb. “What am I gonna do with you?”
Eddie feels his own face split into a grin. “I know, right? I guess you’ll need to punish me.”
“You know I don’t like to refer to it as punishment,” Steve hums, sliding his thumb into Eddie’s mouth. It tastes of caramel and butter, and Eddie latches on greedily. “What we’ll need to do is work on your self-restraint.”
*
The day seems to be developing a pattern, Eddie thinks, because he’s drooling again. It tickles where it’s leaking out from under the gag and running down his chin, but he tries not to focus on it. It’s not like he can wipe it off, with his hands tied behind his back as they are.
Steve slides the fork into his mouth to lick off the last bits of filling. He finished all of his main course and a giant slice of pie without so much as acknowledging Eddie squirming by his feet, but now he puts the fork down so that he can pet his hair.
“It’s a pity. You know how much I love that mouth of yours, but it seems like this is the only way you can keep it under control, huh?”
Eddie whines, half for the sake of agreeing and half because Steve likes it when he makes sounds - but then Steve shuffles in his chair and reaches inside his pants, and the whine turns into a groan of protest. Steve, who has tipped back his head and is starting to thumb at his flushed tip, looks down at him with a raised brow.
“Oh, you want it? Well, baby, I don’t think you’ve earned it. Now be good and watch.”
Eddie does. Watches Steve’s cock grow hard and full under the quick, efficient strokes of his hand, watches the first clear drops bead on the tip. When Steve’s breath starts to come in ragged gulps and his hand begins to falter, Eddie puts his chin down on his quivering thigh and whines again, making his eyes round and large. It’s all he can do to not whoop with glee when Steve swears and yanks down the gag.
Eddie is fast, but not quite fast enough. He has hardly opened his mouth before Steve is coming - long, messy spurts all over his tongue and chin and face. Eddie swallows what he can get, then waits for Steve to wipe off the rest and feed it to him.
“You really have no self-restraint, huh?”
Eddie licks at Steve’s fingers. “Nothing wrong with a little nibble.”
Steve snorts a laugh and kisses him. It turns out sloppy and messy, because he’s still shaky from his climax. When they pull apart, Eddie puts on his sweetest smile.
“Any chance of me getting some of that pie now?”
Steve grins, pulling them both to their feet and squeezing Eddie’s throbbing dick in his hand.
“Later, maybe. Right now, I’d like to take you to the bedroom.”
Eddie finds he’s very much on board with that. He’s really starting to get the hang of this delayed gratification thing.