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"Hey. It's Steve."
"Uhh, okay? What’re you doing here?"
"C'mon, just let me in. I need to talk to you."
Eddie sighed behind the door.
The lock clicked, and Steve was faced with a confused, impatient-looking Eddie.
Eddie stepped to the side.
"Alright, Harrington. Door's open."
Steve tried to shake off his jitters. It was hard to keep a straight face, especially when he knew he had to tell Eddie, face to face.
Steve stepped inside, the floors creaking cheaply. Steve just sidled off to the right, waiting for Eddie to close the door.
Once it was shut and locked again, Eddie turned to Steve expectantly.
"So? What is it?" Eddie asked, having already expected to be answered before he even let Steve in.
"Okay, look," Steve started, "I don't really want to have this conversation either…"
Eddie raised an eyebrow, already leaning the opposite direction.
"It's about Nance."
"Right, and why would that have anything to do with me?"
"Uh, okay," Steve tried to piece together his words carefully, "So, I told her that I wanted to try it from the back…?"
Eddie sighed, "Why am I hearing about this, Steve?"
"I know, I'm sorry, just let me finish, please."
Eddie nodded, as begrudgingly as he could.
"But, she told me… she told me I'd have to see what it… she wants me to feel what it's like."
Steve kept his eyes down.
"Right, right… I'm having trouble figuring out why in the hell I'm part of this."
Steve fidgeted with the sleeve of his jacket, silently refusing to look Eddie in the eye.
"I mean… you, you're gay, right?"
Even without looking, Steve could tell Eddie had put his head in his hands.
"Harrington, where the fuck are you going with this…?"
Steve paused.
"I– I just– you're the only person I know that might have experience with that kinda stuff, I don't know where else to go."
"Look, Steve," Steve actually did lock eyes with Eddie this time, "I don't know where your mind is at right now, but I promise you'd be better off reconsidering."
Steve went tight-lipped, but he managed to speak.
"I can't do anything… it's not like I can find anyone else! People would know… you're the only one I can trust with this."
"Steve, I'm flattered, but really," Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose, "Isn't it fine if you just give up? Why is it so important for you to be able to do that with her?"
Eddie obviously expected a resolution, but Steve had already resigned himself to the whole truth.
"It's… it's the only way I might actually like being with her."
Eddie scrunched up his eyes, obviously surprised.
"What do you mean? Are you saying you don't like having sex with your girlfriend?"
Steve sighed, "I mean– not totally, but I can't get hard."
"Steve, I think you should just talk to her. This is a bit far for something that could be fixed."
"I can't just tell her– this is my last chance…! If it'll actually change something, I need to go through every option."
Eddie seemed like he was trying to figure out what to say.
"Right… would you at least tell me how exactly you're planning on including me in all of this?"
Steve blanked, but tried to say it.
"Well, I– you… I mean, I can't do it myself…"
"Steve, are you asking me what I think you are?"
"Uhh," Steve paused, "Depends… what do you think I'm saying?"
"It sounds like you're asking me to fuck you, Harrington."
Steve recoiled at the phrasing, but couldn't argue.
Eddie pressed for an answer, "Am I right?"
Steve stared at his shoes, unable to move for a moment. He nodded, as slight as he could. Eddie didn't say anything.
Eddie sighed, "You know that'd be really weird, right?"
"Eddie, you're all I've got," Steve looked up, still not enough to make eye contact, "Please, just help me out."
"Steve…"
"Please?"
Eddie couldn't formulate another argument. Steve really sounded desperate.
"What's in it for me?"
"What–?"
"You heard me. I won't do it for nothing."
"What do you want? I don't care what it is."
Eddie thought for a moment.
"If I do this," Eddie started, "You'll have to listen to everything I say."
Steve thought for a moment.
"You mean… when you– when we do it?"
Eddie folded his arms over his chest.
"Yeah."
"Oh– okay," Steve fidgeted with his fingers, looking for a distraction, "I will. I guess I don't know what I'm doing, anyway."
"You sure you'll do that?"
Steve huffed frustratedly, "Yes. I don't care what I have to do. Just help me."
"...Fine."
"Really?"
"Mhm. Really."
Steve shifted on his feet, "What do I do first?"
"Take off your jacket."
Steve followed his instruction.
"Now…?"
"Just close your eyes."
"I– okay."
Steve shut his eyes.
Eddie stepped forward. He lifted his arm to rest a hand on Steve's hip. He flinched at the surprise touch.
He rubbed Steve's hip lightly, before he dipped his hand under Steve's shirt, running his fingers across his waist.
Eddie's hands felt warm. It all seemed too intimate for Steve. He wanted to open his eyes, but he had a promise to keep.
Eddie looked Steve up and down. He couldn't say he was entirely opposed to the request.
"Turn around. Don't open your eyes."
Eddie's hand retracted from Steve's waist. Steve spun on his heel, hoping he was facing the right direction.
"Walk forward. I'll tell you when to stop."
Steve took a tentative step forward, before he opened his mouth again.
"I don't know if I'm going straight."
Eddie chuckled, "That's not much of your concern right now, is it?"
Steve didn't respond, lips sealing. He trusted his vague sense of direction, and Eddie, to make sure he didn't fall over.
Steve heard Eddie trailing slowly behind him. He felt the floor underfoot cushion his steps, and figured he was walking on carpet.
"Right," Eddie spoke suddenly, "Stop."
Steve stopped.
"Just stay there for a sec, I gotta look for something. Don't open your eyes."
Steve should not have trusted Eddie to keep him from falling over.
Steve felt two hands on his back shoving him forward and off his feet. Luckily, there was a bed to catch his fall, but he landed with a grunt nonetheless.
Steve flipped himself over, attempting to face where he assumed Eddie must be in front of him.
"What was that for, asshole?"
"Hey, don't blame me, I'm just making sure you can follow instructions," Eddie was clearly amused, "But, seems like I had nothing to worry about."
Steve tried to make as much of a displeased expression he could without the use of his eyes, which, per Eddie's request, were still closed.
"Actually, Harrington, would you mind turning back around? You can sit up."
"Uhh, yeah, I guess," was Steve's response, considering he didn't see the point, but didn't want to question Eddie too much; especially in his current situation.
Steve pulled himself up, and twisted around, folding his legs in and sitting criss-cross style to face the wall. At least, Steve could only assume it was the wall.
Eddie was quiet for a moment, but then reached down and put his hands up on Steve's ribs.
Steve jumped. The whole deal with no vision wasn't very relaxing. In fact, he was more anxious than anything, since he couldn't see what Eddie was going to do, or currently doing.
Eddie was stroking down Steve's sides, which elicited a shiver that he had to hold in.
Each second Eddie touched him, Steve was growing more nervous. He couldn't even tell when his shoulders drew in sharply.
"Chill, Harrington," Eddie's voice was uncharacteristically soft, "You're crazy tense right now."
Steve was almost distracted by how Eddie spoke. He wasn't usually this quiet. Still, Steve managed to listen properly.
"Yeah… sorry. It's weird not seeing anything."
"Steve, you can open your eyes. Just keep facing the wall, 'kay?"
Steve opened his eyes, and it didn't take him long to adjust to the dim lighting. The only light source was from the window, still covered by a sheer curtain.
Steve breathed out, relieved when he could focus on something in front of him, even if it was just a wall. Luckily, the array of posters Eddie had hanging up gave it less of an edge.
"...Thanks."
"Mhm. It's not bad to say if you're uncomfortable. I wanna know, Steve."
Unlike his eyes, Steve's brain was having a hard time adjusting to things. 'Things', meaning Eddie. He was so… weird. It was nice, definitely, but Steve wasn't used to this new, soft side of Eddie. Obviously, he'd figured out Eddie's whole 'hidden sweetheart' thing overtime, but this was… different.
Eddie kept on his way, mapping Steve's chest and back with his nimble hands. Eddie seemed perfectly content to feel him up, but Steve still felt weird. Even though he could see, feeling Eddie touch him—rather intimately—from behind made Steve feel the type of weird that made his face heat up.
Eddie was also spending quite a bit of time on running his hands all over Steve. He'd kind of expected it to get started sooner, which made the waiting game even harder.
Eddie was running his hands back up Steve's sides, pulling up his shirt ever so slightly, and managed to brush right over his nipples, which Steve had not realized were sensitive, apparently. He tried not to squirm, but that gave him a bit of a rush.
"Eddie…" Steve spoke without thinking.
"Hm? You okay?"
Eddie's voice did not help.
"Uhh… I still feel weird."
"Honestly, I was kinda hoping this would be less weird, but if you want to, you can just turn around."
Steve paused, and was confronted by the fact that turning around would mean he would have to look at Eddie. Not only that, but Eddie would be looking at him. Considering how difficult he found it to hold in certain impulses, Steve quickly reconsidered.
"Nnn-o, that's fine, actually–"
"You sure, Harrington?"
"Yeah– yes, I'm sure," Steve's voice definitely gave away his nerves.
Eddie didn't say anything, but his hands resumed their torturous pace, and Steve swore Eddie was focusing on his chest.
Steve was trying not to get pissed, when he felt Eddie's fingers run over his nipples consistently. Steve's muscles almost started hurting, with the amount of strain it took to stay still. He was chewing his lip raw.
Eddie's fingers brushed over Steve's sensitive chest again, and this time, he squeezed Steve's nipples between his middle and pointer fingers. Steve jumped, a shiver finally fully running up his spine.
"Eddie…!" Steve's voice was almost a squeak, and he curled in, holding his hands to his chest protectively.
Eddie responded suspiciously coolly, "Oh… what's up?" Steve heard as Eddie's head came closer to him.
"Fuck off, you know what you're doing, you dick–" Steve didn't unfurl himself.
Eddie paused.
"Fuckin' say somethin', you weirdo!"
Eddie's voice betrayed his grin, "My bad. Didn't know you were sensitive, Stevie."
Steve's face felt hot, even more so. He protested again, "Stop doing weird shit…! Just start already–" Steve didn't mean for it to come out as a whine, but it totally did.
"Whaddya mean, 'start'?" Eddie's question was genuine enough, but he had a sneaking suspicion Eddie knew exactly what he was talking about.
"Eddie, I swear to god if I have to spell this out for you again, I'm gonna walk out right now." Steve was getting agitated, mostly because he couldn't stop thinking about how Eddie made him feel.
"Well, door's open, Harrington." Eddie's deadpan tone made Steve freeze for a moment.
"Wait, what?"
"Look, Steve," Eddie began, "You're the one who brought this up… but, if you're not down, I won't–"
"No, wait," Steve unfurled himself, raising his head back up, "Don't– I wanna do it, I swear."
Eddie sighed, "Well, then, keep your promise, Stevie."
Steve fumbled on the way Eddie referred to him, but he just nodded silently, and hoped that would be enough.
"You sure you'll be good, though?"
Eddie sounded genuinely concerned again.
"Yeah, man. I got it," Steve couldn't even figure out if he was telling the truth this time.
"Alright–" Eddie paused, and Steve's nerves rose, "Just so you know, I'm not trying to mess with you… I just want you to enjoy it."
"Oh," Steve swallowed, "Okay."
To be fair, Steve couldn't say he didn't enjoy it. There were some… unexpected feelings that were surfacing because of the whole thing. He couldn't tell if that was because he was nervous, confused, or horny.
He didn't want to think about that last one.
Eddie interrupted his thoughts, "Mind taking off your shirt?"
Steve stayed silent, just moving to pull the fabric over his head. He balled up his shirt, and just threw it to the side.
"Good…" Eddie whispered.
It was difficult to believe that Eddie wasn't fucking with him. The way that Steve felt like jumping out of his skin whenever Eddie's face got too close to his ear, the way he had to hold back from pushing his chest up into Eddie's hands.
Eddie stayed quiet, which made the whole situation so much harder. To be fair, though, if Eddie kept talking, Steve might have another problem on his hands.
In fact, Steve already had a problem. A problem residing entirely in his pants. One that he was not yet aware of.
Eddie, however, found out before Steve did. Eddie leaned in, trying to check and see if he was settling in alright. His hands slid up Steve's torso and over his chest again, and Eddie felt Steve twitch a bit. His eyes traveled down.
Eddie's eyes centered to the front of Steve, and directly on his prominent bulge, pressing up in his jeans. He was caught off guard for a moment, but then it was simply relief. At least he knew Steve was definitely settling in. He also knew now that Steve was very sensitive. That piqued his interest greatly.
A thinly veiled grin crept onto Eddie’s face. He had an idea. Eddie said nothing, but he neared Steve’s chest again. He leaned in to whisper in Steve’s ear.
“You’re hard,” he spoke slowly, and quietly.
Before Steve had a chance to process that, Eddie took Steve’s nipples between his fingers and pinched, rather hard.
Steve gasped, a soft, “Hh-ohh, fuck,” escaping his open mouth. He pressed up against Eddie’s hands, still with his nipples between his fingers.
“Eddie…” Steve whined, and Eddie had to pause.
“You like that?” He asked, the question more genuine than teasing.
“Shit,” came Steve’s response, “That was– was a fucking dick move, Eddie.”
“Look, Steve,” he began to defend himself, “I’m just trying to make you feel good. You can’t be mad at me for that, huh?”
Steve was quiet, “It’s so weird.”
Eddie stopped his hands, “I told you it’d be weird.”
“No,” Steve countered quickly, “it just feels… weird.”
“What?”
“That. That felt really– really ss-strange.” Steve tried to ignore his fumbling, his words drawing out as he spoke.
"So you're saying it feels good?" Again, Eddie was far more interested in a genuine answer than trying to tease.
Steve grumbled under his breath. Eddie just waited for a word. Steve felt Eddie's fingers still right on top of his chest, and he debated fiercely with himself in his head. The side that shouldn't have won definitely won.
“Eddie– could you–” Steve avoided an answer, “Could you do that again?”
Eddie chuckled, “So that means ‘yes’, right?”
“Just do it.” Steve’s words were breathless.
Eddie obliged, pinching the soft skin between his fingers.
Steve sighed, half a groan and half a whine. Eddie bit his lip and tried not to smile. Steve pushed himself up against Eddie's hands again. Though, both times it was completely unintentional.
Steve couldn't decide if he was embarrassed or absolutely thrilled. It seemed like they blended into one burning pit in his stomach.
Eddie interrupted his pondering, "But, seriously–" Steve's thoughts paused as Eddie pointed down, "What're we gonna do about that?"
The gears in Steve's mind screeched to life, and he looked down. He had a very visible hard-on. Now, Steve was more embarrassed than anything.
"I– I dunno… isn't that your job?" He tried to deflect.
Eddie snickered, "I'm not doin' all the work. You can't be a pillow princess, Stevie."
"Shit… what d'you want me to do?"
Eddie paused, suddenly very aware of how cooperative Steve could be.
"You can take it out, Steve."
Steve swallowed.
He reached down and undid his pants. Even though Steve knew where this whole situation was going to lead to, it still felt incredibly awkward to whip it out in front of Eddie. He took a deep breath.
Steve reached below his waistband and pulled his dick out. He was almost surprised at how visibly turned on he was. His cock was leaking slightly, precum beading subtly at the tip. It was pink, and aching already.
Steve waited for Eddie to do something, or say something. He didn't, and that made Steve nervous.
Meanwhile, Eddie was just staring.
"Oh… it looks–" Eddie tried to search for a word that wasn't 'hot', or 'cute', "…pretty."
Nope, Eddie thought.
However, Steve reacted in a way Eddie didn't anticipate in the slightest.
Steve tensed for a moment. He whimpered.
It was quiet, definitely, but not quiet enough for Eddie to miss it. Of course, he also couldn't have missed Steve's dick twitching.
Eddie had no idea how to react. Obviously, he had just discovered something about Steve. The question was, should he even acknowledge it…?
While he was glad Steve was feeling good, he didn't want to embarass him any further. That would have to wait.
"Touch it for me?" Eddie finally spoke, and Steve couldn't decide if he was glad his unintentional reaction was ignored or not.
Either way, he obliged.
Steve wrapped a hand around himself. He started, not expecting it to be so sensitive. To be fair, he hadn't been this hard in a while.
He trailed his thumb along the tip, spreading a bit of precum down his shaft. Steve pumped himself slowly, already feeling incredibly unsure about the whole situation. He had never jerked off in front of someone, much less someone who was intently watching from behind his shoulder, with their hands wrapped around his body.
"Eddie…" Steve started, not even sure what he wanted, "I– I…"
"You okay? D'you need to stop?" Eddie was immediately ready to shut things down.
Steve's hand slowed on his hard-on, "I don't… I dunno," he said, "Can you do it?"
"Uhh–" Eddie was rather surprised, "Sure, would that help?"
Steve nodded.
"You're okay with that?"
"Yeah, yes… it's fine. I want… I mean– yeah." Steve was fumbling over his words.
Eddie just brought his hand to his mouth, watching Steve's hand retract. He spit onto his palm.
Steve stilled, the sound right next to his ear.
Eddie reached down, and took Steve into his hand. He felt a shudder. Eddie's hand started off slow, trying to get a feel for Steve's reactions. He didn't get anything out of Steve in the beginning, and he started to doubt the success of his attempt.
Steve was enjoying it. Definitely enjoying it. He just had too much pride behind his reactions to admit it.
It wasn't until Eddie squeezed lightly as he passed over Steve's head, that Steve was knocked down a peg, and Eddie was quickly reassured.
At the friction, Steve bucked subtly into Eddie's fist, and couldn't help opening his mouth.
"Ah– god…"
Eddie breathed a near-silent sigh of relief. The next few seconds allowed him to settle into a more carefree approach, which he tended to excel in.
Eddie quickened his pace, and focused in on Steve's shoulders. They seemed to clue him in on how Steve was feeling much better than anything else. He was relaxed, his chest pushed out a bit.
Eddie leaned in more, wanting to see exactly what his fist looked like wrapped around Steve's dick. It almost surprised him.
Steve was noticeably leaking precum, his tip a deep pink. He didn't at all feel he was incorrect about Steve's cock being pretty. It matched the rest of him.
"Feel good?"
Steve jumped, Eddie's low voice right by his ear.
"Uhm– hh-yeah, it's good," Steve stumbled over his words, not expecting to have to speak while his dick was in Eddie's hand.
Eddie was satisfied, especially with Steve's faltering speech. He just needed an excuse to put Steve on the spot for a second.
Steve felt Eddie speed up, flicking his wrist just a bit neater.
"H-oh, mmn…"
Steve was trying not to feel embarrassed at the way he sounded, but he didn't think he'd manage to keep his confidence when he was with Eddie. The dull dread he felt early on—trying to push away the acknowledgement of his clear arousal—had mostly faded, but the jitters he felt were a constant.
Eddie was thoroughly occupied, watching Steve's every move. He did, though, realize when his own bulge began brushing up against Steve's back. Eddie tried not to falter, and it seemed like Steve was too distracted to notice. He figured that was for the better, so he kept his pace up and tried to avoid brushing up against Steve again.
He must have been more off-track than he thought, because Steve flinched under his hands. His legs had already been slowly unfolding, crossed legs too stiff to sit on while he was getting jerked off. Steve rose slightly, trying to get up on his knees. He jerked forward suddenly, still from Eddie's lithe, yet distracted hands.
"Fuck… Eddie–" Steve managed to rise up and lean back into Eddie while balancing on his knees.
"Oh– sorry–" Eddie slowed down, thinking Steve saying his name meant he needed a break.
Plus, he wasn't expecting Steve to push himself up and back into his chest.
"Nn– no, no, it's… it was good," Steve let his words stumble out, trying to get Eddie back to his perfect pace, "Just… again."
Eddie couldn't say anything, so he just started up again. He was trying not to get flustered. Hearing Steve so immediately admit he wanted something was unexpected, but definitely not unwelcome. Eddie felt his cheeks heat up.
Eddie needed to hear him again. He began to stroke Steve faster, maybe even faster than before, and he gripped Steve's side. He bucked up into Eddie's hand, but this time it was nowhere near subtle.
Eddie flicked his wrist over Steve's head. He felt Steve tighten up, and Eddie was put off for a moment, ready to adjust to whatever was happening. Steve was breathing heavily.
"Eddie– I– it's…" Steve spoke shakily, and that wasn't anything Eddie had heard from Steve yet, so he had no idea if it was good or bad.
Eddie slowed immediately, unintentionally curbing Steve's quickly approaching orgasm. He shook, and frustratedly groaned.
"Nn– goddammit, Eddie–" Steve fell against Eddie's chest, trying to thrust up into his still hand.
"I was– Eddie, that was a shitty idea."
"What… what was that?"
"Eddie…" Steve trailed off, finally sinking down and sitting on his knees. He couldn't stand to say any more.
"Fuck, Steve, were you about to–"
"Shut it."
Steve's chest was heaving, and he let his head hang forward.
Eddie leaned in, putting his face right up to Steve's ear again. He was looking over Steve's shoulder, watching his dick twitch. Still in Eddie's grasp, he could've sworn it was even redder.
"Sorry, Stevie…" Eddie began, running a shiver down Steve's spine, "But, hey– we're not done yet. You should probably save your energy, anyway."
Steve had entirely forgotten what he had come here for in the first place, but now, the idea of it made him hot. Especially since he knew what Eddie could do to him.
"Oh– oh, yeah…"
"You okay to keep going?" Eddie's voice was overtly calm, only because he was trying not to freak out about what just happened.
"I… I think so, yeah."
"You sure…?"
"Mhm," Steve was beginning to shy, wondering what could possibly come after this.
"I dunno…" Eddie started, moving his hand from Steve's waist to his shoulder, massaging his taut muscles gently, "You're tensing up. Nervous…?"
Steve couldn't lie, "Uhm… yeah. I am."
Eddie let go of Steve's cock, and the rather unexpected action had him holding back a groan. Eddie's hand came up to his back, trailing his fingers softly up his spine, between shoulder blades, and up to the nape of his neck. Steve shuddered, feeling his shoulders relax a bit.
"Why?"
"Uh… I," Steve swallowed, voice timid, "What're we gonna do now…?"
"Hm? Oh–" Eddie connected the dots, "Whatever you want… you wanna get ready for me, or d'you want me to touch you a little more?"
Eddie's straightforward answer caught Steve off guard. He had to think about it.
He wasn't anywhere near prepared for the… next step; whatever that entailed, but at the same time, he was getting restless with Eddie's hands all over him like they were now, and he wasn't sure how long he'd last anyways.
"I… get– I could get ready," Steve decided, "But I don't know what to do."
"Well, that's why I'm here, right?"
Steve just fiddled with his hands, unsure about his next move.
"Alright, you can turn around and lay down, it might be easier–"
"No, I mean, I– I'm okay for now…"
"Oh, well if you don't want to, you can get on your hands and knees, and you can get rid of your pants, too."
"Sure," Steve responded, reaching to his waistband and pulling his jeans down.
"Everything, Steve."
He paused, face beginning to burn, but he gripped the top of his boxers, and took a deep breath. He pulled them down, shimmying out of his bottoms and kicking them to the side.
"Is this okay…?" He asked, slowly positioning himself on all fours.
Eddie snapped to attention, "Oh, yeah– good."
He was distracted by the rest of Steve, finally out of his pants. His thighs were muscular, leading up to his plump ass, which completely derailed Eddie. He couldn't stop looking, and all he could think about was getting his hands on it.
Eddie didn't cheat himself, and he reached out to grab Steve's hips. He flinched, quickly becoming self conscious with the new position. Exposing himself to Eddie so directly felt like too much.
Eddie's hands explored, sliding down to grab at the meat of his ass, squeezing it with complete shamelessness.
"Eddie–!"
"Sorry, Stevie," he started, sounding distant, "You look really good right now."
"Yy-you can't just say shit like that…" Steve stuttered, his face heating up intensely.
Eddie barely heard him, hands moving across Steve's skin. He was staring with complete abandon, way too excited to have Steve like this in front of him. While he was disappointed he couldn't see Steve's face, the freedom to focus unflinchingly on his ass was definitely making up for it.
"Okay," Eddie began, trying to focus again, "Are you sure you're alright with me touching you?"
Steve had to think about it. The idea of Eddie's fingers on him like that sent a shudder through him.
"Mmhm… yeah."
"Right… just try to relax. I'll take care of you, Stevie."
He took a deep breath, and tried to calm his thoughts. Of course, he'd showered thoroughly before making his way to Eddie's, but anything near his ass in this context felt so much different.
Eddie planted his thumbs on either side of Steve's hole, pulling them away from each other and exposing Steve completely.
"Eddie–!" Steve's response was breathless, "Is– is that necessary?"
Eddie chuckled, "No."
"You suck," Steve mumbled, wondering why Eddie hadn't stopped.
"Steve…" Eddie started, snatching his attention, "I think you know, but… I'm gonna have to put my fingers inside you."
"Shit," Steve breathed, the words getting to him, "Yeah, 's fine, just do it already–"
"Hey, I can't just do it," Eddie's voice dropped, "You should feel comfortable first."
"Fine, just– Eddie, this is a lot of talking for something you're not doing…"
"I didn't think you were so impatient, Stevie."
Eddie's smirk was obvious in his voice, which aroused and annoyed Steve at the same time.
Steve didn't have time to respond, before a thumb left his ass, and a wet finger planted itself right against his hole.
"Oh–" Steve let out, feeling warm saliva rubbing up against him.
Eddie circled around the tight ring of muscle, not yet applying pressure.
Steve was trying to hold himself back. The sensation was different. Not unpleasant, for sure, but he couldn't admit that… not when every brush of Eddie's finger sent a shock through his system.
"Fuck…" Steve couldn't help himself when Eddie ran right over the center, dipping slightly, teasing him.
"Feeling okay?" Eddie asked, this time knowing full well what the answer was.
Steve couldn't bring himself to respond, instead closing his eyes, and dropping his head between his shoulders.
Steve heard some rustling, Eddie's finger never leaving him.
All of a sudden, something cold and wet drizzled directly onto him, and Eddie's deft finger spread it around his hole.
"Mmh–" Steve flinched, surprised.
"You ready for one?"
"Shit, yeah– all good…" Steve's voice shook, taken with the new sensation.
Eddie's finger finally centered over him, pushing in with careful skill.
"Feels weird…" Steve almost whispered, not expecting that the actual thing wasn't as nice as the finger circling his rim.
"I know, just relax… if it hurts, tell me," Eddie spoke, low and closer to Steve's ear.
His slicked finger went in, and dragged out with surprising ease. Eddie kept on repeating his calculated motions, moving his other hand to grasp Steve's hip softly. It just felt strange, unconsciously squeezing around Eddie's finger.
Eddie was simply enjoying himself, biting his lip at how easily Steve pulled him in. He prodded another finger at Steve's hole, already lubed and raring to go. He tried to relax, and Eddie managed to push it in alongside the first.
"Eddie– hurts, just a bit–" Steve blurted out, the stretch a bit too much.
"Sorry, sorry," his fingers stopped inside Steve, "Just relax… you'll get used to it in a second. I won't move until you do."
Eddie tried not to groan out loud, feeling Steve clench and twitch around him. He tried to look away, but couldn't bring himself to do it.
Steve dropped to his elbows, his wrists beginning to strain. Strangely, when he lowered, his back curved in, arching subtly. That was not something Eddie had seen before. So immediately, so naturally. It took his whole being not to say anything when Steve's ass was angled up at him a bit more. Obviously, it was unintentional, but that made it so much better.
Steve actually relaxed around him, so Eddie leaned over him again, "You ready now?"
"Mhm," Steve hummed, noticeably calmer.
Eddie pushed inside him even more, and Steve gasped. This time, the stretch felt… nice. As Eddie's fingers thickened at the second knuckle, he felt a pleasurable tingle.
"You're doing so good…"
Steve tried not to react to that, but Eddie's dark voice and lithe fingers made him twitch, holding back a groan.
Eddie sped up, thrusting his fingers slowly. Steve shivered, suddenly feeling more than just an odd stretch. Eddie scissored his fingers apart, exploring Steve even deeper. He crooked in his fingers every once in a while, pressing against his walls with some kind of purpose.
"Eddie…" Steve spoke breathily, and this time Eddie could tell it was positive.
"Feeling it?"
"Yeah… your fingers feel really– hnn– really nice."
Eddie smiled, finally hearing Steve say he was enjoying it put a twinkle in his eyes.
He seemed to grow adventurous, twisting and thrusting inside of Steve with a bit more conviction. It made him twitch, relaxing into the feeling, until Eddie hit something.
Eddie felt something firm inside of Steve, and he pressed his fingers against it, stroking it very purposefully.
"Fuck–! Oh, god…" Steve gasped, feeling a surge of energy run through his whole body. His breath stuttered, chest drawing in.
Steve convulsed, collapsing forward, his head hitting the mattress, overwhelmed by the intensity of whatever Eddie had just done. He gripped the sheets next to his head, unable to prop himself up on his elbows again. He was breathing heavily, waiting for Eddie to make another move.
"Mm. Felt that, huh?"
"What–" Steve spoke, shaky and light, "What was that… Eddie– fuck, Eddie."
Steve wasn't thinking, all the blood in his brain shooting straight to his dick. He twitched, clenching around Eddie's fingers involuntarily. That was probably why he called out Eddie's name in the sweetest, most pleading tone.
"Oh my god, Steve," Eddie spoke in a whisper.
Steve's voice was doing things to him. Even more so when he was practically moaning Eddie's name. He tried to distract himself.
"That was your prostate. You know the G-spot?"
"Ki-kind of…" Steve's reply had Eddie trying to hold in an amused chuckle.
He came to the conclusion that Steve was far better at doing this than being with Nancy.
"That's yours," Eddie said, leaning over Steve a bit more. He tried to even his breath, but his own hard-on, still under his jeans, was noticeably straining.
Eddie steeled himself, deciding to push his fingers into Steve again. He upped the pace, trying to hit a bit deeper. Steve clenched around him, not expecting Eddie to move at all.
"Nnh–" Steve's eyes rolled back slightly, eyelids fluttering, "Ohhh, shit…"
Eddie's fingers curled and stretched him out. A low, burning sensation began to form in Steve's core.
"Edd–" Steve's words were cut off by another slow stroke over his sweet spot, breath catching in his chest.
"Eddie–" Steve breathed, "Eddie, can you… can you do another one…?"
The last of his words were especially quiet, reduced to mumbles as Steve regretted his words immediately.
To his surprise, Eddie pressed his ring finger to Steve's hole without a word. It was dripping with lube, because apparently Eddie was completely prepared. It slid in, only to the first knuckle. Eddie's pointer and middle fingers dragged out farther, and Eddie pushed it in more until it was about halfway inside him.
The stretch started to burn again, but this time Steve was completely okay with it. He could almost admit it felt good… almost. He wouldn't be able to look himself in the eye again if he did.
Eddie slowly pushed into Steve, fingers being squeezed harshly.
"You okay? Does it hurt?" Eddie grew concerned, stopping rather suddenly.
Steve wasn't prepared to talk, "Yy-eah… 'm fine."
"Are you sure? Just relax for me, okay?" Eddie was distracted, feeling Steve clench around him "You're… really tight…"
Steve buried his face into the sheets, cheeks burning. He hadn't meant to do that. The slow stretch had been a lot. The burn was growing, and it was taking a lot for Steve not to make a sound. He was breathing heavily at this point, waiting for Eddie to keep going.
Unexpectedly, Eddie reached down and ran his hand smoothly across Steve's skin, right up his spine. Feeling his hand press into his back, pushing down at the bend in his torso, Steve sighed. It felt good.
Eddie's hand reached his neck, and then moved to his head. Fingers carded softly through his hair, and a tingle worked its way through him. Steve's body melted, the tension leaving him as he felt Eddie's fingertips roll over his scalp. It made Steve's eyes fall shut, eyelids fluttering every once in a while.
Eddie figured Steve was relaxed enough now. He loved watching Steve melt in his hands, but he couldn't sit there forever. Eddie took a slow breath, watched Steve's mouth relax, and moved quickly.
Eddie pushed his fingers all the way inside Steve, this time with very little resistance.
He gasped, "Fuck– Eddie… it's– a lot–"
"Don't worry. You're taking it perfectly. Just breathe, you're doing good, Stevie," Eddie murmured.
Steve couldn't help but whimper. The fullness and friction alone were stimulating enough, but Eddie's words pushed him over the edge. Plus, he was still brushing his fingers through Steve's smooth hair.
"Eddie," Steve started, "Eddie, please move–"
His breath was stuttering, and only then did Eddie notice he had stopped, with his fingers buried fully inside Steve.
"Oh– yeah, sorry…" Eddie looked down at his fingers again, pulling his hand from Steve's scalp and bringing it back to his hip.
Steve had completely distracted him. It seemed like that might happen a lot. He was unfairly hot for someone who'd never done this before. In fact, Eddie probably wouldn't have believed that it was his first time if not for how tight he was. He couldn't complain, though.
Eddie began to move his fingers, now on a bit of an autopilot. There was definitely more resistance, but Eddie could feel Steve's muscles relaxing, bit by bit.
A quick crook of his fingers, and Eddie found Steve's sweet spot again. He could feel the tremor that went through Steve.
"Oh, fuck–" Steve's voice was loftier, coming in more of a whisper.
Eddie decided to put some muscle into it, thrusting his fingers in and out three more times, making sure to stroke across the tight collection of nerves nestled inside Steve each time. The first full-bodied twitch turned to a prolonged, intense shaking right after.
"Ee-eddie," Steve stuttered, "Nnh, god– shit, that's good…"
Eddie grumbled under his breath, trying to control himself. It wasn't working out too well.
"Steve…" that caught his attention, feeling Eddie slow inside him, "You're pretty stretched, I think I– I think you… can handle it."
"Shit," Steve cursed, sighing.
"What? You okay? If you can't, it's fine–"
"No, no… I mean– I wanna… I want it, Eddie. Seriously," Steve paused, "I just… do I have to turn around?"
"No…" Eddie spoke slowly, starting to get suspicious.
Either way, Eddie wasn't about to pass this up. No fucking way.
Steve sighed, "Okay."
The relief was short-lived, because Eddie pulled out completely. The emptiness was suddenly overwhelming. Steve whined.
"Hey, it's fine," Eddie said quickly, "I gotta get ready, Stevie. Only a second."
Steve just nodded subtly, too embarrassed to speak.
Eddie undid his jeans, finally able to take his dick out. He groaned, wrapping a hand around his shaft. He felt it practically pulse in his grasp.
Steve shuddered at the sound, pulling himself up onto his elbows again.
Eddie reached to his side and grabbed a condom. He spit in his palm and jerked himself off for a few seconds, spreading warm saliva all over him, before rolling it on.
Another quick squirt of lube rolled over Steve's hole, and over Eddie's cock. Another few strokes, simultaneously rubbing lube over Steve, and Eddie was raring to get inside.
He took a breath, "Okay, Stevie… are you really okay with this? It might still hurt a bit."
"Yes, yeah, it's fine– I…" Steve considered, fighting an internal battle, before caving, "Please, Eddie, just fuck me already."
Eddie blinked. Steve's head was hanging between his shoulders, but his words were perfectly clear. Eddie couldn't possibly argue with that.
Eddie pressed himself against Steve, and before he had a chance to react, Eddie pushed in and kept going. It wasn't slow anymore. He groaned from behind Steve, who gripped the sheets like his life depended on it.
"Oohh, fuck. Eddie–!" Steve blurted out, no attempt to keep anything in. He was too distracted.
Eddie buried himself inside Steve, spurred on by his outburst. He gripped Steve's hips with bruising force. He settled all the way in, and Steve shuddered harshly.
"Fuck," Eddie spoke, voice rough, "You okay?"
Steve hated that he had to respond with Eddie fully inside him.
"Shut up. Please, just fucking do it, Eddie. It's good. Really– really good, just fucking move." Steve stuttered over his words, too pissed and horny to wait any longer.
"Shit, Stevie," Eddie groaned, pulling out slowly.
Steve's voice mingled with Eddie's, his throat pushing out a scratchy groan as he lifted his head back.
Eddie pressed back in, pace slow, but indulgent. This time, he dragged against Steve's prostate ever so slightly. Still, it had his head spinning.
"Eddie… feels fuckin' good."
Eddie gritted his teeth. Hearing Steve talk like that was forcing him to hold back the aggressive, rough impulses that filled his mind. He hoped that Steve would stop talking soon. It was getting difficult to be so close to him, and not be able to just… grab him.
Eddie just rocked into him faster, a bit harder. Steve's head fell back, his spine arching dramatically. Eddie's hands just traveled up to Steve's waist, gripping harshly. It still seemed so strange to Eddie, the way Steve's body curved so perfectly under him.
"Fuck, Stevie," he spoke, not even thinking, "You look so good."
Steve gasped, Eddie thrusting deep into him as he said it. Steve was already burning up, but that just about made him explode.
Steve twitched around Eddie, completely unintentionally. The slight squeeze made Eddie groan. He couldn't help but fuck Steve harder.
"Shii-it," Steve groaned, "So much…"
"You okay? Need me to slow down?" Eddie asked, making Steve's head spin.
His question was genuine, and caring, but Eddie didn't slow. Not even a little bit. He just hammered into Steve while speaking in such a calm, even tone.
"Mm– no, no, 's all good– don't– don't stop," Steve stuttered, trying to conceal the complete captivation with Eddie's everything he was experiencing.
Steve shuddered, feeling Eddie's grip on his hips tighten.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this…" Eddie whispered, leaning over Steve.
"Hmm– nnh?" Steve's less-than intelligent response came, barely registering what he'd said.
"You shouldn't be the one fucking anybody, Stevie," Eddie continued, "You're too good for this… perfect goddamn body… arching your back like a slut…"
Steve whimpered, high and embarrassed. As much as he was struggling to focus on Eddie's words, that was loud and clear. He definitely hadn't expected to feel them the way he did. As soon as he registered them, he felt a hot spark in his stomach, pushing out an unintentionally honest sound.
"Oh, Stevie," Eddie drawled, feeling Steve clench around him.
He could only imagine what Steve looked like right now. What kind of faces he made were lost on Eddie, and he felt cheated somehow.
He just kept on thinking about it. He thrusted into Steve faster, imagining his face twisted up and vulnerable. He needed it.
Steve groaned deeply as Eddie slammed into him, hitting his prostate over and over. Eddie saw Steve swaying, and heard his choked breaths. Perfect.
Eddie pulled out, as much as it pained him, and grabbed Steve roughly. He flipped him over, onto his back, and pressed his tip up against Steve's twitching hole again, not yet entering.
Steve's eyes were wide. He immediately put his hands over his face, hiding from Eddie.
"Eddie, why'd you do that?" Steve spoke, muffled through his hands.
He was burning up. Mostly because of Eddie's unexpected move, but also because he was horribly empty after Eddie pulled out.
"Put your hands down." Eddie said, dead serious. Steve couldn't do it.
Eddie sighed, "What did you agree to before we did this, Steve?"
He had to think for a second, before it clicked.
"To… I gotta listen to you while we do it."
"Mhm. Steve, move your hands, or I'm stopping right now."
Steve's fingers twitched, and he slowly took his hands away from his face. He automatically turned his head to the side to avoid Eddie's eyes.
Eddie's eyes, however, were staring dead at Steve. He was flushed, chest heaving a bit as he tried to catch his breath. He had never seen Steve so embarrassed before. It was incredible. Eddie couldn't help himself.
He grabbed Steve's chin and moved his head, forcing him to finally make eye contact. His face froze, somehow growing redder.
Eddie grinned, "You look real pretty, Stevie."
Steve groaned, clenching around nothing. Eddie felt it, still pressed against him.
"You want it again? Looks like you're tryin' to pull me back in."
"Fuck off," Steve mumbled, still trying to look to the side.
Eddie wanted to get Steve to crack. He had to see his face while Eddie was inside him.
In a second, Eddie pressed himself back into Steve, quickly burying it inside him to the base.
Steve's face twisted. His eyelids fluttered, mouth falling open.
"Shit, Eddie–"
"Mmm. There we go," Eddie mused, voice dropping to a deep, satisfied tone.
"Fuck…" Steve couldn't help but let it out, hearing Eddie talk like that. He really wasn't expecting Eddie to be the talkative type during sex. It was hot, of course, but Steve didn't know how much more he would be able to handle.
Eddie just drew out of Steve, groaning, and rocked back in with incredible patience, indulgently watching Steve shudder. He couldn't help but grin, biting his lip.
He continued at the same pace, leaning over Steve, his hair hanging almost to Steve's face.
"So… how does it feel, Stevie?"
"Huh…?" Steve was totally out of it.
Eddie chuckled, "Getting fucked from the back. Think you finally understand it enough… for Nancy?"
Steve had to focus hard in order to process his words, only feeling the sweet friction of Eddie dragging in, and out.
"Oh…" Steve spoke, having completely forgotten about why he came to see Eddie, about his problems… about Nancy.
"Yy–uh, yeah…"
"Mm, I'm sure," Eddie continued, "Enough to realize you'd rather have it yourself?"
He upped his pace, pulling a groan from Steve, and taking a bit more liberty with his force.
"Eddie… please… don't talk about Nance. Not– fuck– not now. Don't even… eeev-en think about it."
"Will do, Stevie," Eddie smirked, "I'd rather not think about it myself. Especially when you're right fuckin' here… y'know, you look so much better like this."
Steve choked on his breath, Eddie practically fucking the air out of him at this point.
Eddie angled himself right on course to Steve's prostate, hitting him even deeper from his new position.
"Ee-eddie–" Steve moaned, nothing in him attempting to hold it in.
Eddie grinned, pinching the tip of his tongue between his teeth, and slowed his pace. He upped the force behind his thrusts, though, making Steve burn with the slow, rough drag of his cock. Steve's dick twitched, spilling precum onto his stomach, as his eyes rolled back briefly.
"You sound so good, so pretty," Eddie drawled, squeezing Steve's hips and staring into his eyes, which were unfocused and hooded.
"Nnh– s-sstop sayin'– uuuh– that shit, p-uhn– please."
"Why? Don't wanna hear 'bout how fucking hot you are right now?"
"Ff-fuck," Steve stuttered, "It– 's too much, Eddie…"
Eddie adjusted slightly, wanting to hear more of what was going on in Steve's head. He toned down the intensity, threading his fingers through Steve's hair.
"What? I gotta know," Eddie spoke, lowering his voice, "How am I making you feel…?"
Steve's eyes fluttered back, and Eddie grabbed a hold of his slick cock, pumping it slowly. He went harder, slamming into Steve, and drawing out with unbelievable patience.
"Fuck, Eddie, I want you…" Steve rambled, the thoughts buried deep inside his mind spilling from his lips easily.
Eddie paused when he heard that. It seemed like Steve didn't even notice what he'd said. More than anything, though, Eddie was incredibly turned on.
"Really…?" He drawled, running his fingers across Steve's scalp, "How d'you want me, Stevie?"
Steve's eyes widened slightly, still panting heavily, "I… don't– I didn't…"
"I know you did, Big Boy. I'm happy to oblige," Eddie said, voice thickening with what could only be described as complete captivation.
"I– fuck," Steve stuttered, finally feeling his mouth open with some clear intention.
"Please, go harder…"
Eddie smiled lazily, teeth catching the tip of his tongue.
"Yeah…?"
"Mmhm," Steve hummed, staring into Eddie's dark eyes and trying not to pull back.
Eddie drew back, putting more force into his smooth movements than speed. He couldn't stop the intense gaze that stayed on Steve's face. He watched as Steve's eyelids fluttered, and he pinched his lip between his teeth.
Steve's mouth fell open in a groan, and Eddie's eyes quickly trained on his lips. They were red and swollen at this point, since Steve had a habit of biting his lip, and pressing them together to try and quiet himself. Eddie hung over Steve, hair falling over his shoulders. He leaned down subconsciously, feeling Steve's heavy breath ghost his skin.
Eddie felt everything dull, his senses slowly focusing only on Steve's soft lips. He heard Steve whine slightly as he dug into the soft skin of his hips with his fingertips.
Steve was barely looking at Eddie, eyelids fluttering. His mouth opened and closed intermittently, letting his voice out with abandon. Eddie moved one of his hands to Steve's cheek, and he leaned into the palm of Eddie's hand.
Eddie couldn't help it.
He leaned down to close the short distance between them, pressing his lips to Steve's. He groaned, and hit Steve deeper, finding it entertaining when he opened his mouth into Eddie's, groaning mindlessly.
Eddie moved his lips against Steve's, and he finally recognized what was happening. He put a hand on Eddie's shoulder and pulled them closer, moving his mouth with Eddie's. He groaned from his chest, gripping Eddie's shoulder tighter.
Eddie bit at Steve's lower lip, pulling a slight sigh out of him. He couldn't slow his pace, and his hips pistoned in and out of Steve. He opened his mouth stupidly, moaning with abandon into Eddie's mouth.
Eddie pulled away, licking at Steve's lip one more time, before pressing his shoulder down onto the mattress and keeping up his wild thrusting.
“Oh, fuck–” Steve breathed, his voice reduced to a whisper after letting his colorful sounds out with little consideration.
“Mmh–” Eddie hummed, “You taste fucking heavenly, Stevie…”
He whined at that, and Eddie's breath stuttered, watching Steve grab a fistful of the sheets beside his head, and open his eyes enough to look Eddie dead-on.
“Fuck me–”
Eddie paused.
“Eddie, fuck, fuck me, please– you feel– feel so good…”
Eddie couldn't find the words to respond, so he just hammered Steve harder, making him cry out unexpectedly.
That broke down every wall Eddie had tried to put up. As much as he didn't want to admit that he'd been fantasizing about this for a long time, he couldn't help but drink in Steve's body under him, writhing in pure pleasure.
“I'll fuck you 'till you die, Stevie.”
“Please–” he gasped.
“I want to see you cum your brains out,” Eddie pushed, watching Steve bite his lip and arch his back, “You'll never want anything else but my cock inside you. Let me break you.”
Steve blanked out, “Yes, want– want you, fuckin’ shi-it– need you, Eddie, fuck–!”
Steve swore as Eddie hit his sweet spot with the reckless abandon Steve had begun to crave. The harsh drag of Eddie's cock made him shake, pushing the breath right out of him.
“Don't stop, don't stop, don’tstopdon’t–” Steve rambled, heart beating out of his chest.
Eddie groaned as Steve clenched around him, practically sucking him in.
“Don't think I could if I tried…” he spoke, almost near a growl.
Steve whined, his stomach twisting into a knot, “Close–”
Eddie grinned slyly, a sinister idea taking over his mind. They were nowhere near finished.
Eddie's hips kept going, watching Steve's legs begin to spasm and wrap around his waist. Eddie looked into Steve's eyes, lost and absolutely thrilled, and couldn't help but put a palm to his cheek.
Steve's vision began to blur, and he barely even registered when he opened his mouth to whine, “Gonna cum, gonna cum, so close–”
Eddie wrapped his fist around Steve's dripping cock, and jerked him off smoothly. Steve gasped, and he arched his back off of the mattress.
Steve's dick twitched in Eddie's hand. He seized, eyes rolling back.
Eddie wrapped his fingers around Steve's base and tightened his grip. Steve gasped, and Eddie didn't slow down. The only thing Steve could do was cant his hips up desperately, trying to break free from Eddie's unforgiving grasp, and let sounds pour out of him. Eddie had never heard Steve sound like that, and he felt his cock twitch inside Steve.
Between drool and desperate panting, Steve managed to utter, “Please– Eddie, I can't– can't do it, fuck…” his voice broke, but Eddie didn't take his hand away.
Steve was speechless, suddenly overtaken by orgasmic pulses berating his senses. It felt like nothing he'd ever experienced, especially because Eddie didn't stop fucking him. He was brushing up against Steve's prostate every few thrusts, and it made him convulse.
“No– fuck, n-nno–” Steve grunted.
The undeniable feeling of orgasm was receding, even while being hammered the whole time. He writhed under Eddie, whose tongue was trapped between his teeth, trying to keep himself together despite Steve's body twitching and clenching erratically.
Steve cried out, gripping the sheets next to his head like a lifeline.
Tears he wasn't aware of rolled down his cheeks, and he gasped for breath.
Eddie decided to give Steve a break, and slowed his rhythm down little by little, letting him come down. Well, as much as he could, at least. He let go of Steve's twitching cock, trailing his hand down to his waist.
“Fuck you, Eds–”
“I think I've got that covered,” he smirked.
“Shit, I can't even– fucking– goddammit…” Steve's voice heightened to a whine, and Eddie made sure to bury himself deep for that one.
“You dick,” Steve whispered, starting to writhe around under Eddie.
Eddie couldn't help but notice the tremor that captivated Steve now, and he wasn't even going that hard anymore.
“You okay, Stevie?”
“I–” Steve stopped himself from lying, “No, please, Eds I need it– I need to cum, please,” he begged, voice shaking.
“Mmm… Stevie,” he looked up into Eddie's dark eyes, “Think you did good enough yet?”
He just felt like teasing at this point, and rubbed Steve's hips without stopping his languid strokes.
“Please–” he breathed, “I'm good, I promise, I'll be so good, Eds…”
Steve just seemed to be rambling, and unfortunately for Eddie, it made his dick twitch inside him.
“I was just teasing,” Eddie started, voice low, “But if you're so adamant…”
Steve nodded vigorously, taking a deep breath and whining.
Eddie leaned down, and gripped Steve's hips roughly. He seemed to whine just on instinct.
Eddie drew out slowly, and drilled his hips into Steve. His mouth dropped open in a groan, and seemed to melt. Eddie kept up the pace, though he grew impatient rather quickly. He left bruising fingerprints on Steve's hips, and couldn't help but go harder. He slammed in and out of him, feeling Steve pull him back in on every outward stroke.
“Shit…” he spoke.
Steve had gone speechless, simply letting every obscene sound leave him with abandon. Eddie pinched his tongue between his teeth again, bracing himself to go harder.
“Fuck–!” Steve burst out, “Eddie, God, your– nnnn-uh, shi-iit…”
“You sound so good…” Eddie whispered, short of breath.
Eddie felt Steve's ass clench and twitch around him, and his rhythm stuttered. Both of them were falling apart slowly, but neither of them wanted to admit it.
That is, until Eddie hit Steve's prostate perfectly; dead-on.
“Oh, I'm close, please–” Steve stuttered, back arching up dramatically, mirroring his position right before Eddie had so selfishly ripped away his orgasm. This time, he didn't plan on it, considering he was nearing the peak as well.
Eddie buckled down and let himself go, thrusting sloppily and roughly, groaning deeply. Steve was breathless, and felt a hand on his dick. Eddie quickly jerked him off, and Steve's body was stuck between thrusting up into Eddie's fist and grinding down on his cock.
He gasped, “Gonna cum, gonna cum–”
Eddie kept his fist tight, but faltered between the effort of his hips and his wrist.
Still, Steve's body tensed, a violent tremor capturing his muscles.
He didn't even make any noise as he came, just shaking and streaking cum across Eddie's hand and his own stomach. Steve was still riding his high, and Eddie didn't stop thrusting, though he had the mind to work Steve through his orgasm.
Eddie shivered, leaning down and sinking his teeth into the flesh of Steve's shoulder, eliciting a whimper. He came roughly, a few more intense thrusts into Steve while he bathed in dopamine.
Eddie stayed inside, panting heavily and waiting for both of them to come down. Steve's hands released the sheets, and came to rest on Eddie's shoulders. Their breath mingled, and neither of them moved for a solid minute.
Eddie was the first to shift, pulling slowly out of Steve, careful not to stimulate either of them too much. Steve groaned lightly. He sighed when the tip slid out, and he clumsily took off the condom and tied it off, tossing it into a trash can.
He just grabbed Steve by the waist, and snuggled up to him on the bed.
Steve offered a half-conscious, “Mm?” He just ended up settling next to Eddie, their bodies a mess of limbs tangled together.
Eddie was the first to speak.
“That was pretty good for your first time,” he mused, “You open right up.”
“Shuddup…” Steve grumbled, weak voice muffled by blankets. Eddie held him closer.