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Chapter One

Steve’s exhausted by the time he pulls up to his big empty house. Back in the days of “King Steve” he had enjoyed showing it off. He threw raging parties every time his parents were out of town. Which was basically every weekend. He felt proud as the girls he brought back gaped in astonishment at every square inch. He knew they were dreaming up a similar future starring him.

Nowadays Steve can’t wait to leave the cold mausoleum he grew up in behind. He’s taken every extra shift, every ounce of overtime at his local Family Video in order to save up for his own place. Somewhere he can finally feel at home.

He kicks off his shoes by the front door, not bothering to tidy them up. It’s not like his parents would be coming back any time soon to scold him. Not like Dustin or Will’s mother would have. For a second he feels a pang of loneliness as he climbs the tall staircase up to his room.

Then he remembers his found family. Those damn kids that clawed their way into his life. He wouldn’t trade them for anything. And Robin, of course. His first true friend, of his own age. Of course Dustin would kill him if he even implied anyone else held that coveted title. He had even gotten close with Nancy and Jonathon again, since the last run-in with the paranormal and the Byers had returned to Hawkins. He had long since come to terms with the fact that the pair shared a deep connection. One that had been forged time and time again by the trauma they had all been through and a sincere understanding of each other's feelings. Any heartache he had once felt at seeing them together had long since passed.

Then, of course, he had made a meaningful connection of his own. Perhaps the most meaningful connection he had ever made, in both this world and the Upside Down. Eddie. If you told “King Steve” a few years ago that just the thought of Eddie Munson’s crooked smile would cause him to feel all warm and floaty he would have asked what Eddie, the freak, the town dealer, had sold you.

Steve quickly pulls off his work vest, flinging it onto the closest available surface which just so happened to be the chair sitting by the unused desk his parents had bought him in the hopes he would become studious and rigid and follow in his fathers foot footsteps. He grabs the phone off the desk, carrying the base as well, so he can lay comfortably in the middle of his bed.

The phone rings a few times before a warm and teasing voice answers, “Munson residence, how may I be of service?”

Steve rolls his eyes but smiles warmly to himself at the sound of his boyfriend's teasing voice.

“Don’t be a dick,” Steve chuckles into the phone, finding himself smiling genuinely for the first time today as he wraps the cord between his fingers. He thinks, pathetically, that he must look like whatever lovesick girl in the current most popular coming of age flick he’s rented out so many times this week.

“Oh, but Stevie, you love this dick, don’t you?” Eddie responds in a voice that somehow manages to be a touch comical but still sexy at the same time.

All it takes is this tiny interaction, these two sentences, exchanged between the two of them to make Steve’s stress from the day melt away. “I miss your face.”

A moment passes and Steve starts to worry for a minute before Eddie breaks the silence, “Come kiss it then. Or sit on it. Or both.” Part of him knows how cruel he’s being, teasing Steve like this over the phone. Especially when he’s almost certain the idea of doing something like thatwith a man has never even crossed Steve’s mind.

However, the moan he receives makes the gamble he played one hundred and ten percent worth it.

“Yeah?” Eddie muses. “You like that idea, Princess?”

Steve can feel himself slipping already at the sound of Eddie’s sultry voice. He’s turning into an absolute puddle for the man on the other end of the line. “F-fuuuuck,” Steve finds himself groaning. It’s almost pathetic how quickly Eddie can get him going.

Eddie smiles to himself, “only if you’re a good boy, baby. Gotta be patient while I play with you. It’s been so long since I’ve gotten to truly have my way with you. I gotta take my time when I can get it. Don’t I, sweetheart?”

Steve swallows, quickly stumbling over the line, “after my shift tomorrow I’m off the next day.” He thanked whatever higher power had been looking out for him when he had agreed to switch shifts with Robin, after only minimal begging on her part, so she could spend her Sunday with Vicky.

“My, my, whatever will we do till then?” Eddie smirks as he flops down into his own bed. He closes his eyes, conjuring up the image of Steve’s flushed face underneath him. He hadn’t been kidding, it really had been too long since he got his hands on his precious boyfriend.

“Please, Eddie,” Steve whispers back hotly. He moves to rest the phone between his shoulder and his ear so he has full use of both his hands.

“Please what, Princess? You’ve got to use your words, otherwise how will I know what you need?” Eddie is a merciless tease in all aspects of his life but he especially loves lording the power he has over Steve in bed.

Steve whines, ghosting his hands down his chest to the waistband of his pants. He hesitates, fingers fiddling with his belt loops, not going any further despite his own desire.

“I’m waiting, Stevie,” Eddie’s voice lilts up dangerously at the end of his name, in that voice. God Steve is in trouble. That voice alone makes him want to sink to his knees and submit.

“Eddie, please. I want you, no, I need your hands on me,” Steve groans out pitifully.

“That’s it, love. You know I always give my baby what he needs. Go on and touch yourself for me. Slowly,” Eddie growls seductively. God he still doesn’t know how he got so fucking lucky. If you had told him a few years ago that he, Eddie the Freak Munson, would have Steve “the Hair” Harrington squirming under him and whimpering for more he would have told you that he should have charged you more for the product because that had to be some out of this world shit.

Steve shudders in anticipation of what’s to come and rushes to unzip his jeans and wriggle his way out of them, lifting his hips off the bed to shuck his underwear off as well. He quickly spits into his palm and hisses out as he wraps his hand gently around his dick.

“That’s it, baby. Got it nice and wet for me, huh? Always so sweet for me. Such a good boy,” Eddie wastes no time stripping out of his own clothes. He can picture so clearly the shiver that quakes through Steve. After all, he's witnessed it in person more than enough times. He wraps his own hand around his cock, savoring the image flashing through his brain.

Steve bites his lip to hold back the soft noises he can’t help but make as he begins to stroke himself. He pictures Eddie’s strong hand around him instead. His calloused fingers, and those rings. Steve never knew you could have a thing for someone's hands.

“Oh don’t you dare hold back on me, sweetheart. I wanna hear that beautiful voice of yours.” Jesus, has Eddie missed him these past couple weeks. Taking the quick blow jobs and makeout sessions where he could. But now, right now, he wants nothing more than to take his time making Steve fall apart.

“I can’t wait to get you squirming under my tongue. I’m gonna tease you till you sob with want for me baby. Wanna see you cry for me. Beg for me,” once again Eddie knows he’s being a bit cruel, but he can’t help it. He’s dying to get his hands, his mouth, on him and take him apart piece by piece. He wants to make him lose all of that rigid control he normally carries in his shoulders. Reduce him to a sobbing, whiny mess. Over and over again.

“Eddie, I can’t, I need more,” Steve chokes out, sucking in a harsh breath as he maintains the slow and steady pace that Eddie had directed of him. He’s leaking a fair amount of precum as he mimics the way that Eddie would lazily swipe his thumb across his slit and he keens.
“So impatient, Stevie,” Eddie tuts. He smirks to himself but tells Steve to speed up. He can picture the blush blooming all the way down Steve’s neck until it reaches his chest. He starts jerking himself a little rougher, closing his eyes and savoring the images of Steve he’s conjuring up.

After a few minutes, panting back and forth through the phone Steve feels the pressure within him build. Eddie occasionally throws in little praises and whispers how well he’s doing, how much he wants him.

“I seriously can’t wait to taste you baby. You’re gonna be so sweet for me, I just know it.”

It’s about all Steve can take. “Please Eddie, please let me come for you. I’ll be so good, so sweet for you.”

“Such a good boy, asking for permission. Go ahead and come for me darling,” Eddie gasps out as he speeds up the hand on his own cock. It doesn't take him long, only two or three strokes behind Steve.

Steve lays trying to catch his breath as he wipes the cooling come on his hand off and stomach with the underwear he had thrown on the floor next to the bed. He’ll deal with that mess later.

After a groan and a moment of his own breathlessness, Eddie asks, “So what time should I expect you tomorrow night?”

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Chapter Two:

Steve races through the closing procedures, swearing as he has to recount the drawer multiple times because his focus keeps wandering off. To Eddie. To what they are supposed to do tonight. Steve feels slightly nervous, the idea of Eddie eating him out seeming somehow more intimate then just letting Eddie fuck him. Which is ridiculous since they’ve already done so much other kinky shit. Still Steve can’t help the tremble in his hand as he turns the key in the lock of the Family Video storefront and rushes off to his car. He feels the want deep in himself, like an ache all the way down to his bones.

He makes it to Eddie’s trailer in record time, taking a deep breath as he turns off the car and tries to gather himself. Before he’s even fully out of the car the door to the trailer swings open. Looks like he’s not the only one anxious for what’s to come tonight.

“Hey, hot stuff,” Eddie jokes as he leans back against the open door. He’s wearing a slightly cropped Metallica tee with the arms cut off haphazardly enough to show off his ribs from the sides and his signature ripped black jeans. The sight of his slightly toned abs, adorned with scars that match his own, and the patch of thick dark hair trailing into the waistband of his jeans makes Steve slightly dizzy.

“Are you gonna stand there all day, Stevie, or are you going to come in,” Eddie smirks with a Vanna White-like flourish, gesturing him inside. Steve notices his hair is up, in a messy bun. Steve’s struck once again by his boyfriends beauty, the hard angles of his face, his big soft eyes with those huge black lashes rimming them, enough to make any girl jealous. The beautiful curls that fall out from his hastily tied back hair to frame his face perfectly.

Steve finds himself taking the steps up to the trailer two at a time. He doesn’t want to waste a minute of his time with Eddie.

The second Steve makes it through the door Eddie throws it closed behind them and Steve finds himself pushed up passionately against the wall. Steve can’t do anything but moan helplessly as Eddie’s strong hands pin his hips in place.

“Missed you, love,” Eddie breathes hotly into Steve’s ear before leaning impossibly closer to nip at his earlobe. A noise that Steve takes a minute to recognize as his own voice comes tearing out of his throat at the gesture.

Steve runs his own hands through Eddie’s wild hair, as best he can with it tied up like this, grasping it and giving it a not so gentle tug. The feeling makes Eddie choke out his own groan into his neck.

“Did you now?” Steve asks, feeling dangerous in his own right.

Any bravado he felt, ever so briefly, leaves his body as quickly as it came as Eddie harshly snakes his hand up to grab Steve by the throat, starting to squeeze ever so gently.

“Oh, so we’re gonna be a brat today, huh?” Eddie questions, pulling back enough to stare Steve directly in the eye with a steely look, challenging him.

Steve looks down shyly at his own feet before Eddie’s hand slides up from his throat to angle his jaw back up to look him in the eyes. “Only good boys get the rewards we spoke about. Are you going to be good for me Stevie?” Eddie questions, cocking his head to the side.

Steve nods so fast and hard it rattles his brain.

“There we go, that’s my good boy,” Eddie says dotingly, before sliding his tongue into Steve’s mouth. It’s filthy, the way he slides his hands into Steve’s hair, pulling him around by it, to get the angle he wants.

Steve can’t help the whimper that escapes his throat.

“Why don’t you go clean up? Take a nice hot shower? Rinse off the stress of the day, then we can have some fun,” Eddie’s hands suddenly leave him completely and he turns to smirk back at Steve as he trails down the hallway to his room. “I’ll be waiting for you, sweetheart. Don’t take too long,” he says before disappearing with a wink.

Steve doesn’t think he’s ever moved faster in his life, not even when battling extra terrestrial beings in the Upside Down. He moves quickly but thoroughly, scrubbing down every nook and cranny of his body, anxious to be back in Eddie’s magnetic presence. He doesn’t bother to get fully redressed, knowing that will just be a waste of time. Rather he slings the towel around his hips and forces his wet hair back and out of his face before taking a deep breath and opening the bathroom door. Putting on his best brave face, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach, he moves down the hall towards his boyfriend's room.

The door to Eddie’s room is left ajar and he can hear the familiar sounds of Eddie’s favorite song playing softly. He takes a second to steady himself before entering to see Eddie laying with his head hanging off the end of the bed strumming along on his guitar. His face busts into a wide smile when he sees Steve and he quickly rights himself on the bed before leaning over to turn down the volume ever so slightly more. He stands and moves to gently hang his guitar back in its rightful place upon the wall.

Steve stands in the doorway, suddenly feeling shy again and Eddie must be able to tell because he beckons for him to come stand in the space in front of him. He rests his hands gently on Steve’s face, looking up to search his eyes.

“What’s your sign? We don’t have to do this if you don’t feel comfortable, babe. I won’t be upset,” he reassures Steve lovingly.

“No, I want to. Green. I’m just a little nervous. It feels almost more vulnerable, I guess. I don’t know if that makes any sense,” he adds a little shrug, looking Eddie in those big brown eyes of his.

“I understand, love. If at any point you feel uncomfortable or you don’t like it just tell me and we’ll stop, okay? Remember it’s only fun if it’s safe, sane, and consensual.” Eddie searches his eyes for any sign of discomfort but only finds a deep sense of trust as Steve nods back at him.
“We’ll start slow. Why don’t you tell me what you want first,” he says, rubbing little circles into his hips, right above where the towel is slung low.

Steve moves to lift the hem of Eddie's shirt up but Eddie gently grasps his hand. “Uh uh baby, good boys use their words.”

Steve can already feel the flush coming over his whole body, tingles running down his spine. It’s embarrassing, voicing exactly what he wants from Eddie, but somehow it also causes sparks to ignite in his lower stomach.

“Can you get undressed too? Please,” he tacks on at the end, knowing it will go a long way in Eddie’s book.

“Of course, darling. Always ask so sweetly,” Eddie moves to pull his shirt up over his head, causing a few more curls to fall out of his haphazard bun and into his face. Steve’s hand automatically reaches out to tuck the strands behind his ear.

Eddie pulls him closer to croon in his ear, “always so good for me, huh? You love being all mine, don't you?”

“Yes, Eddie. All yours,” Steve says breathlessly as Eddie turns his affections to Steve’s neck. He leaves hot open-mouthed kisses all the way from the spot behind his ear to the crook where his neck meets his collarbone. Suddenly he bites down, hard enough that Steve knows it will leave a mark, and the thought makes him whimper.

He pulls back slightly to reach down and slide the towel from his hips, leaving him completely exposed under Eddie’s roving eyes. Eddie seems like he wants to eat him alive the way he’s looking at him and Steve would honestly be desperate enough to let him. He sits back on the edge of the bed before grabbing Steve roughly by the ass to haul him into his own lap. The feeling of the denim under Steve’s naked skin makes him hot all over.

They meet for a rough kiss, Steve biting down on Eddie’s lower lip the way he knows the other man likes. They exchange feverish kisses for a few moments before Eddie groans into his mouth and abruptly stands, causing Steve to wrap his arms and legs tightly around him so he doesn’t fall back. He spins them so he can deposit Steve on the bed and quickly strips off his own jeans and underwear.

Looking Steve straight in the eyes he drops down onto his knees and gently shoves Steve’s legs apart. Steve drops his head back and moans loudly as Eddie begins to suck a bruise into the middle of his thigh, his hands coming to press into Steve’s knees. Steve feels himself spread his legs wider as Eddie continues biting and licking his way up his thighs, getting closer to his dick. Eddie drops one of his hands from his knee and reaches down to lazily jack himself off.

“Please, Eddie,” Steve cries out. “Please touch me.”

Eddie raises his head from where he's been busy marking up his thighs and Steve realizes his pupils are fully blown. Where there was once warm chocolate brown is now obsidian. Paired with the wolfish smile he gives Steve he thinks he looks almost demonic. And God, after all they’ve been through that shouldn’t be a turn on but it fucking is.

Eddie takes the hand not occupied stroking his own dick and uses it to hold Steve tight around the base of his cock. He leans forward, maintaining eye contact the whole time and flattens his tongue to lick along the length of his cock.

Steve feels his hips stutter forward of their own accord. Eddie looks pleased with his reaction, dropping Steve’s dick and unwrapping his other hand from around his own dick to use both of his hands to spread Steve’s thighs even farther apart, stretched as wide as they will go.

“Give me your hands,” Eddie commands, leaving no room for Steve to question. Not that he wanted to, not that he ever would. Steve moves quickly to hover his own hands right above Eddie’s on his thighs, awaiting his next direction.

Eddie just pulls his hands into the position he wants, having Steve cup the backs of his knees and pushes a little indicating for Steve to pull them up towards his chest. Steve blushes, knowing he’s totally exposed in front of Eddie. Not even how he normally is, but like totally up close and personal exposed. Embarrassment and a strange heat unfurl at him over how intimate it is.

Eddie manages to tear his eyes away from the most intimate parts of Steve momentarily to meet his eyes and asks, “Color?” He wanted to be absolutely sure.

Steve meets his gaze and without hesitation spits out, “green.”

Without wasting a second Eddie dives in. He laps a couple of long wet licks across Steve’s hole before tensing his tongue to trace circles around his rim. The reaction is instantaneous, Steve’s hips bucking down on his face as he cries out in a pitch Eddie truly doesn’t think he’s ever heard Steve make before. Steve’s always been sensitive but this is a whole new level.

“Oh, fuck Eddie,” Steve sounds like all the air in his chest has been knocked out of him. Eddie smiles to himself for a millisecond. He just knew Steve would go crazy for this. He dives back in with even more enthusiasm, renewed by every twitch and gasp Steve makes under his tongue.

Steve’s whole body feels like it’s on fire, heat scorching through his very being. He doesn’t know exactly what he imagined this would feel like when Eddie brought it up but god it was so much better than he could even fathom. Steve couldn’t help but thrust his hips back onto Eddie’s tongue, fucking himself on his boyfriends face. He’s vaguely aware that loud desperate noises are bubbling out of his throat constantly but he can’t stop them. He doesn’t even want to try at this point.

Steve’s not sure how long they’ve been at this now. It feels like hours and yet only a matter of minutes at the same time.

Eddie doubles down, brings a hand up to gently press against the expanse of skin between Steve’s balls and where he’s vigorously fucking his tongue into his boyfriend, thumb massaging his perineum. His jaw is beginning to ache but Eddie can’t think of a better feeling in the world than Steve’s hips stuttering frantically against his chin.

“Oh my god, Eddie, oh god, it's so, so goood,” Steve’s words are starting to slur, “why haven’t we done this before?” He can feel the pressure Eddie’s placing on his prostate from the outside in which is driving him totally insane.

Steve knuckles are going white from the grip he’s holding on his own knees, dutifully holding himself open for Eddie. Eddie’s almost certain they’ll leave bruises and holy shit that’s so fucking hot. Eddie is so high on this feeling, the control he maintains over Steve even as he’s falling apart underneath him.

He pulls back for a moment, the desire to praise his boyfriend becoming far too strong and replaces his tongue with the pad of his thumb, pressing into the resistance of Steve’s wet hole. “Fuck, babygirl you’re so fucking good for me. So fucking perfect. I’m the luckiest man in the world, I love you so much.”

Steve can barely focus on what Eddie’s saying but two things stick out to him clear as a bell. Babygirl. Love you. Suddenly every nerve feels frayed, his back arching so hard that later when the fog of his orgasm finally clears he thinks he may have pulled something. He drops the hold he has on his legs, letting them drop over Eddie’s shoulders as he twitches his way through perhaps the strongest orgasm he’s ever had. Without Eddie even touching his dick. Holy shit. His throat feels raw and distantly he comes to the realization that he must have let out one hell of a scream. His head feels foggy, like he’s stuck in a cloud.

Eddie gently pushes himself off his knees, murmuring to Steve how well he did, how beautiful he looks. He gently climbs into the bed beside him, ignoring his own aching dick. He takes his face in his hands and presses soft kisses to his forehead, eyelids, cheeks, and chin as he waits for Steve to come back down. Runs his fingers through his incredibly soft and fluffy hair.

After a couple long moments the glaze in Steve’s eyes starts to clear and Eddie can tell when he’s finally come back online. “Here with me, princess?”

Steve nods dumbly, the force of his orgasm apparently killing off a few more brain cells. He pulls Eddie into a sloppy kiss, still feeling like he doesn’t have the full strength to control his body yet. Eddie’s hard cock pressed into his hip.

“I love you too,” he mumbles into Eddie’s ear after breaking the kiss. He leaves one hand on Eddie’s neck while trailing the other down his body to wrap around his cock and start stroking. He looks Eddie directly in the eyes as he says, “want you to fuck me.”

Eddie stares back, seemingly considering him for a moment before he says, “are you sure, love?”

“Green, Eddie, please. Want you to fuck me. Use me,” there’s not a hint of doubt nor a flash of hesitation in the statement. Steve wants this, needs this from him. One of these days Steve “the hair” Harrington is going to be the death of him.

He manhandles Steve, shoving him further up the bed so they both have more room to get comfortable. He knows Steve loves when he pushes him around like this, and Steve’s so fucked out it takes little more effort than moving a ragdoll. He grins at the gasp the other lets out and taps his hips, gesturing for him to lift up so he can shove a pillow under him. Once he’s got Steve arranged to his liking he makes his way between his thighs, leaning over to reach into the nightstand for the lube.

“You ready for this, love?” Eddie asks, knowing this will probably be a little overstimulating after Steve’s just come.

“Yeah, Eddie. Want your fingers,” Steve says breathily, eyes hooded.

Eddie pours the lube into his hand, rubbing it between his fingers a little to warm it up before circling them around Steve’s entrance. He feels him twitch against his fingers and he moves to push the first one in. He’s even gentler than normal, giving him some time to adjust, moving slowly.

Steve feels overwhelmed, the sensation feeling so much stronger than usual. His dick jumps weakly, straining to get hard again so soon. When Eddie adds the second finger, crooking them a little. It feels like too much and yet not enough. He hears himself let out a long whine.

“How’s it feel, Stevie? You doing okay?” Eddie asks, checking in on his partner. He watches his face as he starts spreading his fingers, stretching him out even more.

“Intense for sure, but it feels so good. Want more,” Steve admits. His eyes clamping shut as Eddie brushes against his prostate on the next thrust. He feels a little delirious. His hands move to grip Eddie’s shoulders, nails biting into the skin a bit as he lets out a choked moan. “Hurry up, I’m not gonna break. Need your dick inside me like now.”

Eddie smirks, that's all the permission he needs to slip in a final finger and begin truly fingerfucking his boyfriend in earnest. He relishes in the shout Steve lets out as he begins to purposefully nail his prostate on every stroke. “Such a demanding slut. Already came once but the Princess here won’t be satisfied until I put my cock in her.”

If the rampant assault on his prostate wasn’t enough to get his dicks attention then Eddie’s depraved way with words certainly were.

“Fuuuck, baby, please. Wanna come again, wanna come on your cock. Put it in me. Need it,” Steve felt himself rambling. “I’ll be so good for you, so tight on your cock. Wanna be your good girl.” Steve felt like his face was on fire and he knew he was probably blushing all the way down to his chest. This was something they had just recently begun toying with and they certainly didn’t do it often but under the right circumstances, the right scene, it got both of their blood boiling. And this, right now, was definitely one of those scenes.

“I don’t know if good girls beg for cock, Stevie,” Eddie teases, loving the way Steve squirms underneath him. “Might give me the wrong idea about you baby, acting like a little whore, pushing back on my fingers. Good girls want to make love and all that, you’re over here practically begging me to rail you. No, I think you’re a very bad girl. Aren’t you?” Eddie questions, using the hand not occupied fucking into him to grab Steve’s chin and force him to look Eddie directly in his eyes.

Steve stares back, coyly putting on his best innocent act. “Good girls have needs too. Good girls want to please their boyfriends. Only like this for you baby, only want to please you,” he’s laying it on thick, he knows that, but it gets the desired response.

“You’re right, babygirl. Doing all this for me, huh? I’m the only one who gets to play with this pussy. Right baby?”

His hand leaves the grip it has on Steve’s chin to trail down and grab a handful of his pec, massaging it. Cupping it like a breast Steve realizes distantly. That shouldn’t turn him on the way it most certainly does. Eddie leans down, fingers still fucking into him hard and fast, and sucks a nipple into his mouth.

Oh fuck, Steve thinks, I’m gonna come again.

“Yellow,” he gasps out.

Eddie calmly stops, gently removing his hands, not wanting to hurt Steve by abruptly pulling out. He gives the other man a second to catch his breath and moves to sit back.

“It’s okay, baby. You did so good. Thank you for being honest. Do you want to tell me what happened?” Eddie questions.

He looks at him like he’s the center of the world. It makes Steve feel warm and safe. Loved. “I was gonna come again,” Steve admits. “And if I did I don’t think I’d be able to handle you fucking me. And I really want that.”

Eddie smiles at him and Steve swears that despite the other man’s chosen aesthetic and attempts to distance others with his overly theatrical antics, this man is made of pure sunshine and everything good in the world. Eddie leans down and kisses him so softly, so sweetly, Steve wants to offer his whole heart up on a silver platter.

“I love you so much,” Eddie whispers into his ear, after pulling away.

Steve’s heart feels so full, like it could explode any second. “Love you more,” he says.

Eddie gives him a look as if to say not possible but doesn’t verbally respond. The tender exchange has given Steve a chance to catch his breath. He doesn’t feel at the brink of orgasm anymore but he’s certainly still hard and wanting.

Steve pulls him in closer, “Eddie, please fuck me now. Can’t wait any longer.”

“How could I resist, Angel.” He pulls back briefly, reaching over to the nightstand again. This time for a condom.

“Wait,” Steve says softly, moving to gently grasp Eddie’s hand. He takes a deep breath and says quickly, “you don’t need to. I want to feel you,” before he can chicken out. They had both gotten tested when the relationship started getting more serious. They had quickly realized making out and frotting against each other like a couple of horny kids simply wasn’t going to be enough for either of them. Both had come back clean.

“Fuck, Stevie,” Eddie sat back with a serious look. “Are you sure about this?” He questioned, searching the other's face.

“I want you to come inside me,” Steve says with absolute certainty, feeling his cheeks somehow manage to get just a little bit hotter.

“You’re gonna be the death of me one of these days,” Eddie says but he doesn’t reach back to the drawer for a condom. Instead he simply grabs the bottle of lube and pours some more into his hand, spreading it over his dick.

He grabs Steve’s legs and positions them around his hips before leaning forward, dick in hand to line up with Steve’s hole. Making eye contact with Steve the whole time, he pushes in, groaning as he enters him bare for the first time. The feeling in the air is electric. At that moment Steve thinks, that’s it, they’re never going back. Eddie takes his time, letting Steve adjust as he slowly pushes the rest of the way in. Finally he bottoms out, breaking eye contact for the first time to bury his face in the other man’s neck.

“Fuck babygirl, you feel so hot on my dick, so fucking tight.” He begins to move, slow grinding thrusts, reveling in the feeling. “You’ve been thinking about this for a long time, huh? You want me to come in your tight little pussy?” He whispers the words into Steve’s ear, knowing he’s not going to last long.

“God, yes baby. I want it so bad. Want you to fill me up, wanna feel it inside me,” Steve’s rambling at this point but he doesn’t care, not with the way Eddie begins rocking into him, finally picking up the pace.

“You hoping I’ll knock you up babygirl?” Eddie smirks as he says it, he’s not blind or stupid, he sees the way Steve reacts to his words. “You want me to make you a mommy? Is that why you’re begging me to take you raw, to come deep inside you? Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” He grabs Steve’s hips in a vicelike hold, and really commits. He’s pushing in at a punishing pace, trying to get as deep as he possibly can.

“Fuuuuck, Eddie. Please, god, want your babies. Wanted this for so long. Want you to fucking breed me, knock me up, want to be your good girl,” Steve’s fucking desperate for it, needs to feel Eddie come inside him. He’s damn near sobbing with want, making these ugly little uh, uh, uh noises as he pushes back into every hard thrust of Eddie’s hips.

“God, sweetheart, just think of what everyone would say. Perfect little Stevie Harrington, knocked up by the local freak. Everyone would know how well I give it to you, what a little slut you are for me. Wouldn’t be able to hide it. Just a little cockslut, too dumb to have the sense to use a condom.”

Eddie’s voice is the one that sounds absolutely wrecked for once, Steve notes gladly. He feels a weird sense of pride and awe, knowing Eddie loves this every bit as much as he does. That this is getting him off, the thought of fucking Steve pregnant is getting him off.

“Don’t care,” he gasps out. “Fuck them all, just want you. Want a family with you,” and maybe that’s a little too heavy for the moment but it’s true. “Please, Eddie, give me a baby,” his sentences punctuated with too many moans. He’s right there, right at the edge again. Only this time he wants it, wants to fall over it and come with Eddie deep inside him. “I’m gonna come, oh my god.” And Jesus, that’s the second time tonight he’s come without even Eddie’s hand on his cock.

Eddie feels Steve clench around him and fuck he’s gonna lose it too. “That’s it, good girl. Gripping me so fucking tight. Gonna fill your pussy up baby. Gotta make sure it sticks. And if it doesn’t I’ll just have to fuck you again. Keep shooting off deep in you, getting you all wet and sloppy. Keep those hips up for me.”

Eddie can never keep his mouth shut right before he’s about to come and tonight is no different. Steve fucking loves it, loves how filthy he gets. He squeezes down on him, encouraging him to come. “Give it to me, love. Want all of you,” he moans desperately.

Two, three more strokes and Eddie’s spilling into him with a rough grunt. Steve automatically wraps his legs around his waist, locking his ankles to keep him in place. He’s determined to get every last drop.

After a minute or two of catching their breath, still intertwined, Steve finally lets Eddie pull out. He’s exhausted all of a sudden, all the energy leaving his body with his second orgasm. Eddie kisses him passionately before flopping over on the bed beside him.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You are too perfect, you know that? I still don’t know how I landed you but god I am so glad I did. I love you, Steve.” He lays there, pulling Steve into the crook of his arm so he can lay his head on Eddie’s chest. He thanks his stars for the strange and terrifying twists of fate that brought them together. He’s telling the truth, he has no idea why Steve chose him, but now that he has him he’s never letting go.

“I love you too,” Steve mumbles sleepily into his chest. In a minute Eddie’s going to have to break the moment and go get some water and something to clean him up but for now he just basks in the feeling of being with Steve.

The love of his damn life.