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Steve knows exactly what he’s doing, Eddie thinks. He’s got on those tight jeans he knows Eddie likes and a pale yellow sweater. Steve is wearing Eddie’s denim vest over the sweater and Eddie is loving every second of it. It’s a little hot out for that many layers, and Steve’s got an adorable flush going up his neck, and his cheeks are flushed rosy red. Steve always looks like that after Eddie is done with him, all fucked out and gorgeous on his bed, his hair fanning out around him.
Eddie thinks about what Steve looked like when he didn’t wear anything under the vest a few months prior and wills himself not to get hard in front of the kids. At the arcade. In public. Steve looks back at him from the game he’s watching Dustin play and catches Eddie staring at his ass. Eddie catches Steve’s eyes, watching as a smirk slowly spreads across his face.
Steve definitely knows what he’s doing. He knows how Eddie goes feral for him in a sweater, specifically pastel yellow because he knows that despite the dark, black exterior, Eddie’s favorite color is yellow. Steve also may have pretended not to notice the hungry look in Eddie’s eyes when he put on the vest the first time, how Eddie was physically restraining himself when he helped wrap up Steve’s wounds after they escaped the Upside Down.
In short, Steve knows the power he has over Eddie Munson and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t use it.
They were with the kids at the arcade for another two hours, Eddie staring hungrily at Steve and Steve bending over the arcade games “casually” and arching his back just so whenever he got the chance. He even dropped the quarters on the floor on purpose so he could bend over right in front of Eddie.
Eddie was practically shoving Steve into the front seat of his van since Steve was taking so long to say goodbye to the kids. If all of Hawkins didn’t know they were together, they would have called the police on him for kidnapping. Hell, they still might, considering the dropped murder charges.
As soon as Steve is fully in the car, Eddie closes the door, circling around to the driver seat. He gets in as quickly as possible, almost falling out onto the pavement in the process, and almost drops his key on the floor mat as he tries to stick it in the ignition. Let’s hope that isn’t a premonition for later.
“Damn, Eds. What’s got you in such a hurry?” Steve says, full of shit.
“Oh, I don’t know. There’s this pasta in the fridge that I’ve been really looking forward to, sweetheart. I’m excited to have a snack.” Eddie replies, also full of shit.
As soon as Eddie is on the side road to the trailer park, he floors it, screeching around corners until he makes it into the driveway. What can he say? Eddie’s a growing boy and he needs all three of his meals. Eddie shuts off the van, opens his door, slams it, walks around the front of the van, and then almost yanks Steve’s door off its hinges.
“Inside, bed now,” Eddie growls, giving Steve a slight shove toward the front door.
Steve practically ran into the trailer, leaving the door open behind him so Eddie could follow. He locked the door behind him and made his way to his bedroom, slowly, dragging it out just so Steve would squirm. Steve was shirtless by the time he made it to the doorway.
Fumbling with his belt, Steve glanced up at him, “Please get on the bed, I’ve got a surprise for you.”
Eddie’s breath stuttered in his lungs, wondering what the surprise could be, and he rushed to comply. He threw off his leather jacket, leaving the white t-shirt on underneath, and slid his belt off to make it easier for Steve later on. He scrambled on the bed, making himself comfortable against the headboard he was suckered into buying on him and Steve’s first Valentine’s Day together.
Steve had said that he wanted Eddie to get a headboard so he could hear it when Eddie was railing into him. It was the best thousand grand that Eddie had spent in a long time to say the least.
Steve straddles his waist, sliding his hands up to cradle Eddie’s jaw, and kisses him like Eddie is the air he breathes. Eddie can feel that Steve is already hard so he sets his big hands on Steve’s hips, knowing how much it drives Steve crazy, and guides him as he grinds down into Eddie’s lap. Eddie moans into Steve’s mouth at the friction, bucking up into him, causing Steve to let out a whimper.
Eddie will never get used to making out with and fucking Steve Harrington. He always makes him feel like a goddamn virgin in the best way possible.
He runs his hands up Steve’s sides, tweaking at his nipples, and chuckling darkly at the breathy whines that Steve lets out. He loves making out with Steve but after all the teasing at the arcade, he feels like he’s going to combust any second now.
Eddie breaks the kiss and breathlessly asks, “So, what was the surprise, Stevie?”
Steve smirks, and stands up, pulling down his pants and boxers, dropping them to the floor. At first, Eddie is confused, but then Steve straddles him again, backwards this time.
“Goddamn, Harrington,” Eddie swears, running his hands over Steve’s ass, spreading his cheeks apart.
King Steve was wearing a butt plug.
He holds Steve open with one hand and tugs on the base on the butt plug, watching in fascination as Steve sucks it back in.
Steve moans needily and Eddie has to ask, “How long have you been wearing this?”
He can see Steve’s blush on his cheek from where he had pressed his face into the mattress right after Eddie pulled on the butt plug, putting his ass on display for Eddie.
Steve says quietly, “Since before you picked me up to go to the arcade.”
Eddie swears his eyes almost bulge out of his head, “Baby, I picked you up at 8 a.m. You’ve been wearing that thing for eight hours,” Eddie drops his voice, making it turn sultry, “No wonder you were acting so slutty out in public, in front of the kids. I bet you would’ve liked it if you were caught. Or was this all for daddy?”
Steve groans at that, replying “I’m only a slut for you, daddy.”
Eddie almost growls as he moves Steve by the hips so he can pull his pants down enough to get his cock out, and leans over to grab the lube from his night stand. He plays with the butt plug a little more, enjoying watching Steve grab fistfuls of his sheets and listening to his desperate whimpers.
The butt plug slides out with a pop and Eddie can tell that Steve is still wet from all the lube he must have used earlier. The butt plug is bigger than he had expected and Eddie tries not to think about Steve fingering himself open in the shower to slip in a sleek, black plug before he had picked him up. He fails at not thinking about Steve shifting around in his car, trying to get comfortable with something that big inside of him and then again at the arcade, trying not to moan out in front of the kids, making what he’s doing super obvious.
Eddie rubs lube up and down his cock, hissing at the much needed friction, and lines up with Steve’s hole.
“So, you weren’t just super overheated at the arcade, were you, big boy?” Eddie croons, reaching around and grabbing Steve’s dick as he slides his into Steve.
Steve chokes on a moan, muffling it by biting on his lip, “No, daddy. I was trying so hard not to cum every time I caught you looking at me.”
Eddie has to try really hard not to cum at his admission and pauses before replying, “You’re a dirty boy, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
Steve only whines and begins fucking himself back onto Eddie’s cock. Eddie decides to try something they’ve only talked about before, and the smack that lands on Steve’s ass is deafening.
Steve cries out, cumming in Eddie’s unmoving hand, and Eddie can feel him clamping down on his dick.
It may be the most erotic thing to ever happen to Eddie.
Eddie tries to lift Steve off of him so he doesn’t get too sensitive, but Steve bears down, riding Eddie through the aftershocks of his own orgasm until Eddie is right at the edge.
“I’m close, baby,” Eddie grunts out.
“Is daddy going to cum for me?” Steve grits out through clenched teeth, his voice almost completely shot and his legs trembling.
Eddie nods his head even though he knows Steve can’t see him, but he can probably tell anyway by the tight grip he has on Steve’s waist and his ragged breathing.
Eddie’s orgasm comes on him like a freight train and he can barely bite out a “Baby, I’m going to-” before he’s cumming inside Steve, the latter mewling at the feeling of being possessed.
They both realize that the whole ordeal lasted no more than ten minutes, but they don’t care.
Once they both come down, Steve finally lets Eddie lift him off of his cock, and Steve moves to be tucked under Eddie’s arm. Eddie reaches over to his nightstand, grabbing a couple of tissues, and helps clean Steve up.
Eddie watches as Steve’s eyelids flutter closed, the soft light from the window illuminating his eyelashes perfectly.
Eddie brushes Steve’s sweaty hair out of his face, and kisses his forehead gently. He lets out a small hum of approval, a smile ghosting his lips as he snuggles in closer to Eddie, throwing his arm over his stomach, and tracing Eddie’s scars.
Steve murmurs, “I love you, you know that, right, Munson?”
“I do,” Eddie chuckles, running his hands through Steve’s hair again, “And I love you, Steve Harrington.”