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Steve sat on his bathroom counter, sweater thrown to the floor, as Eddie carefully washed him with a cloth.

He was so careful, so gentle, that Steve started to feel a lull in his energy. He felt wrung out and spent. It was nice.

"There we go, honey. Isn't that better?" Eddie Munson had a wonderful smile. Big and bright and full of sharp teeth. He was so gorgeous.

"You're really pretty." He whispered, unable to help himself. He felt floaty still.

Eddie honest to god giggled, rolling his eyes as he sat the cloth aside and tugged Steve off the counter.

"Yeah, okay. I think someone's feeling a little high." He directed Steve out of his own bathroom and quickly found his room, pushing him toward the bed.

"Wait, wait. Um...your jeans. Do you want some sweats? They might fit a little weird but-"

"More like they're gonna be huge in the ass," Steve glared at Eddie with as much dignity as a naked grown man could do in his own bedroom. "Um...maybe some jeans? I have to leave in like....an hour. But I'll get them back to you, I promise."

Steve suddenly felt his stomach sink. He wasn't- Eddie couldn't leave yet. He couldn't- not when Steve felt so weak and vulnerable and tired. He needed-

It must have shown on his face because suddenly the other man was in his space, holding him by the jaw.

"Steve? Stevie? Baby, you're alright. Fuck. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I'm not just hitting it and quitting it, babe. I'm gonna stay and cuddle you for an hour and then I have to, unfortunately, make it to an appointment."

A chord struck wrong in Steve's head and he must have looked confused. Eddie sighed hard, like he was annoyed with himself. It was an odd look on his handsome face.

"Oh shit. I didn't tell you, it's not on my profile. I'm a tattoo artist," That made sense. With all the....tattoos. Steve was starting to thaw a little. "I've had an appointment lined up for two weeks and I couldn't cancel it. I should have told you, I'm really sorry. I just....kind of really wanted to see you?"

Steve squinted at Eddie. That made sense. That actually made sense.

"You're freezing, let's get you in bed." Eddie pushed into toward his bed, tucking him into the covers.

—

Cuddling with Eddie was exactly what Steve needed, it turned out.

He really was like an octopus. Steve had never met anyone as tactile as himself. He lay in bed, wrapped in a blanket, with Eddie snuggled up to his side. He had one hand in Steve's hair, petting absentmindedly.

A thought struck Steve.

"Wait. Why don't you have your job on your profile?"

The low hum of his tv wasn't enough to distract from the way Eddie tensed next to him. From the way his hand paused in its ministrations.

"Uhh...so. I did? At one point I did have it on there but...my shop, it's the Lonely Rose, the one downtown, yeah? It's pretty popular. Once people find out about the place, they can connect the dots, I'm easy to find....and it's gotten me into some trouble before."

Steve hesitated. "Trouble?" Now he really wanted to know. Eddie huffed out a laugh.

"I've been....well, not stalked so much. But I've been tracked down before and it was uncomfortable, to say the least."

Steve's eyes went wide. Jesus Christ.

"Damn. Obsessed ex boyfriend?"

Eddie kissed the top of his head. "Something like that, baby. Something like that."

—

Eddie stayed for the full hour, constantly checking in with Steve. It was actually wonderful. Sure, he would have loved to have the whole day with him. But he wasn't picky and the floaty feeling had left a while ago, so it was okay.

He'd assured Eddie of that as he lingered by the door, pressing needy kisses to Steve's lips.

The apartment felt oddly empty once he left.

Steve had to call Robin. She needed to hear about all of this, he had to get it out.

—

"Like a barbell? There was a fucking barbell in it?"

Steve nodded fast, unable to answer with salad in his mouth. He'd finally gotten Robin on a lunch date the following day, stuck between one of his viewings and one of her shifts at her store.

"Jesus. I can't even get a date in this town and you manage to find the one dude with a dick piercing."

A woman near their table glared at them. Robin rolled her eyes obnoxiously in response and Steve smiled sweetly in apology.

"It's...it was so much better than I thought it'd be, Rob. Like, he was so nice?" And Eddie had been nice.

"I thought he had a whole mean-dom thing going on."

Steve shrugged. "Yeah, he did say that. He's into some heavy stuff. But...I dunno, he said since I was new to all this, we should take it slow."

Robin lifted an eyebrow. "What a gentleman."

Steve rolled his eyes hard in response.

"I am curious though, you know? What he means by mean-dom. Because so far he's been really sweet to me."

"I mean, you could always just ask." Robin wasn't wrong but Robin was also very wrong.

"I can't just ask. He's...he's intimidating."

Robin laughed at him. Which. Rude.

"You just lamented for an hour about how nice and sweet he is. Steve. Why can't you just ask him some simple questions?"

"Because! I don't know!" Steve threw his hands up slightly, setting his fork down. "You haven't met him. He's like a force of fucking nature. He's so confident it's almost alarming. And hot. It's so, so hot."

Robin hummed in response but she was trying to hide a smile.

"I'm glad you find this so amusing." He pushed down his own smile. He felt light.

"I just..." Robins face grew a little more serious as she fiddled with her napkin. "I'm so happy to see you happy again, Steve. That's all. You scared me there for a bit."

He melted a little, as he always did with Robins rare vulnerability.

"Yeah, me too, Rob. Me too."

—

Eddie followed him on Instagram. Which....was odd. Was it odd? Maybe it wasn't. He had the guys dick down his throat, so like. Maybe it wasn't really that weird.

But god, now he could snoop and he was delighted at the results.

Eddie Munson was the most interesting person he'd encountered in a long time.

He Instagram was full of pictures of tattoos, which made sense. His work was insane. It was all dark, big lines and bright colors. Block art with streaming highlights and lowlights. He stared at a back piece for at least five minutes, disarmed by the beauty of it.

It was an angel, covered in blood. It was gorgeous. So detailed it made Steve's head swim a little. And thinking about Eddie doing all this was so hot, he was actually getting hard looking at other peoples tattoos. Which was weird. It was definitely weird of him.

He scrolled down further to find pictures of Eddie himself. There was one in particular that had Steve straining to breathe.

It was Eddie, sitting up in bed with a sleepy smile on his face. He was shirtless, his hair a rats nest. He...fuck, he was actually covered in tattoos. Steve had known from his neck but actually seeing his whole torso was a different beast. He was covered in bright colors and bold lines, not unlike his own art in some places. It struck him that Eddie had probably tattooed himself a few times and he had to actively keep his hand out of his pants at THAT image.

There was more. He was only slightly embarrassed that he managed to scroll all the way to the end of his page. Which was like...four years of photos, actually. Yikes.

Steve's eyes snagged onto a set of photos.

It was Eddie and a guy. A small dude with closely cropped hair, dyed blue. They sat together on a bench, the guys head lolling onto Eddie's shoulder. He looked cool. He had a nose piercing.

The description made his stomach knot up, just a little.

"Love of my life. 2.18.2017."

He zoomed into the photo. Mostly because Robin wasn't there to stop him from being an idiot. Sure enough, the guy had a ring on his left hand. So did Eddie.

But...Eddie hadn't had one when he came over. He wore a lot of rings but that finger was bare. He recalled.

Plus, he didn't really have that many photos of the guy on his account and it wasn't linked to anyone. So an ex then. That was fine. Steve had exes. Everyone had exes.

He wasn't sure why the knowledge that Eddie had also once been engaged made something coil tight in his stomach.

He pushed the feeling down. He was being silly.

Shit, even he still had photos with Nancy on his account. He had more than Eddie had and they were like, actually recent. He scrolled through them, trying to discern whether it made him look bad or not.

There was one from last Christmas. He was in a sweater, sitting on their- no. His couch, with Nancy's legs thrown over his lap. She was smiling but it didn't reach her eyes.

Steve's finger hovered over the photo and he made a split second decision, deleting it from existence without a second thought.

If Nancy could just hop out of his life with zero remorse, he could erase any evidence of her that he wanted.

So that's what he did.

He didn't delete every photo with her in it but he managed to scour his entire account and...get rid of some of them. The ones where he looked unhappy, where he look uncomfortable in the clothes she made him wear or the events he didn't really want to go to.

It felt good. It felt like a long time coming.

He hadn't heard from her in weeks and for the first time in a long time, he started to feel a little at ease.

—

Eddie called him later that night. Steve didn't think he'd ever get used to seeing his name pop on his phone.

"Hello?" He answered, voice muffled by the apple he was eating. He was exhausted. He'd had a long day of paper work and bullshit and he'd finally gotten into his pajamas after hours of being stuck in a tight suit and loafers

"Did I interrupt your dinner, baby?" Eddie sounded tired too and Steve wondered how much work he'd done today. If he'd tattooed anyone.

"Mm- no," Steve swallows easily, chucking the apple pit into his trash. "I was just having an apple."

Silence ensued for several seconds.

"Steve. Did you have an apple for dinner?" Steve froze in the middle of his kitchen, the lights still low. He sensed something happening. Something out of his realm of experience. He kind of felt like one of those people in a shark tank.

"Um...yes? I just got in, so."

Eddie sighed down the line and Steve's stomach clenched. He wandered down the hall and into his bedroom, sinking down into his bed.

"You have to eat actual food, sweetie. You know that right?" Steve nodded fast, even though Eddie couldn't see him.

"Yeah. I know, I- I'm sorry. I just got so busy today. And I actually do. I mean, I actually cook. I just-" I haven't been up to it since my ex dumped my ass and ran off and now I have no one to cook for anymore. "I guess I just forget sometimes."

Eddie hummed in response.

"I get it, angel." Angel. Fuck. Double fuck. "No need to apologize. Just want you to take care of yourself."

He sounded so soft, so sweet, that Steve's heart started to beat a little too hard. He flopped back onto his bed, somehow feeling like a teenage girl in a fucking coming of age movie.

Eddie cleared his throat. "So. Anyway. I wanted to see if maybe you wanted to come over this weekend. Maybe for a couple of days."

Steve perked up at that. "Really? You're inviting me over?" He wanted to smack himself for sounding so overly hopeful.

Eddie laughed and god, Steve really loved the sound of it. "Of course I am. Did you think I'd just keep invading your apartment until you had to beg me to let you come over?"

Well....yeah.

"I'm mean, Steve. But I'm not that mean."

There it was again, the mean thing.

"Are you though?" He asked, staring up at his ceiling in concentration.

"Am I what?"

Steve hesitated. He didn't want to push his luck with Eddie but....he'd been so nice to him. So open and honest.
"Are you really all that mean? I was reading online," Eddie snorted and Steve chose to ignore it. "And I kept seeing stuff about soft doms and-"

"Yeah, that's not really me." Eddie's voice was so low that it sent tingles up and down Steve's spine. He arched his back just a little, unable to help his movements. He had no idea how Eddie managed to get him from zero to one hundred with one sentence.

"Are you sure?"

"I....I mean, look. Maybe a bit. I like using pet names and I like going slow sometimes. Sometimes teasing is better than the actual event," Steve felt hot, thinking about Eddie's version of teasing. "But there's a part of me that genuinely gets off on making other people hurt. I'm not making that up, Steve. The idea of you crying because of me? In a good way? Fuck. That just does something to me."

As it turned out, it was doing something to Steve, too.

"You wanna see me cry?" He wasn't sure why that part stuck out to him but he had to ask.

"Yeah," Eddie breathed down the line, like he was trying to control himself. "Those pretty doe eyes, all wet and miserable? All for me? Yeah, I'm pretty into that."

A part of Steve couldn't help himself.

"Why would you wanna see a boy like me look miserable?" He was putting on, making his voice sound smaller. He was doing it on purpose, just to fuck with Eddie. Which was new.

"Because you'd be doing it for me," And didn't that just steal the breath from Steve's lungs? "You'd put up with so much, just to please me. And you'd look at me with those big eyes, those pretty eyelashes, and you'd beg me for more."

Steve whined into the phone. He couldn't help it.

"So why haven't you been mean to me?" He asked, aware that he was pouting. He was so hard in his sweats but he was ignoring it for now.

"Because you're new to this," Steve nearly scoffed. "And I want you to get a feel for what YOU like, not what you think I'll like."

"What if I want to do what you like because I want to please you?" Steve was stubborn, he'd been told that on many occasions. This was no different.

"Then I'd say you're a dangerous boy, Steve Harrington. You're like the worst type of temptation."

Steve gathered up some of that bravery he'd been feeling lately and tried his hardest.

"Tell me how you'd hurt me. Please?" His voice was shaky and so were his hands. "You don't have to actually do it. I just wanna know. Wanna hear you say it."

The noise Eddie made was so pornographic, Steve felt his cock twitch a little in his slacks, already darkening the material with precum.

He hummed so low, slow and contemplative. Steve writhed on his bed in response.

"Okay. I can do that," Thank fuck. "I'd get you back on your knees, like last time. Only this time I would be standing. I'd get that mouth open for me again, all wet and inviting, and I'd push my cock down your throat. I'd make you gag all over it. Did you know your eyes are extra pretty when they water like that?"

Steve fucking whimpered. His hips lifted into the air a couple of inches but he didn't touch. He wasn't told he could touch.

"I'd hold your nose, make sure you couldn't even breathe. You don't need to, do you? Not when I'm taking care of you. I'll make sure you get what you need."

"Oh fuck." Steve liked the idea of that. He really did.

"And then...maybe I'd get you on your hands and knees on my bed. Finger you open for me until you're too sensitive to concentrate."

A thought trickled into Steve's useless brain.

"Is that...you said before, you like painal. What does that uh...involve?" Once again, Steve wasn't dumb. He'd seen plenty of porn. He was riling Eddie up on purpose.

"That involves me splitting you open on my cock while you cry, while you beg me to stop because it hurts. I don't think you're ready for that, sweetheart."

Steve wanted to argue but Eddie was probably right. His heart was hammering in his chest just at the thought.

"You don't have to always be gentle with me. What if I want you to get rough?"

Eddie laughed, low and warm, and Steve could hear a noise in the background. He flushed all over, realizing he was hearing the wet noise of Eddie fucking his own fist. He still hadn't told Steve to touch himself.

"And how would you like me to get rough, Steve?"

Fuck. Okay.

"I....you could toss me around a little. I've seen your arms. You look strong. You could pull my hair more, get me to go where you want. Slap me around, maybe. Spit in my mouth again?"

Eddie started laughing. Which felt a bit rude, all things considered.

"You and the fucking spitting thing, oh my god," Steve flushed red in embarrassment. Fucking- he was taking it back, Eddie was a dick. "Just wait until I get you stretched out with my fingers and I spit into your hole."

Nevermind. Eddie was wonderful. Eddie was the best.

"You would do that? For me?" He was aware of how he sounded. Eddie moaned, loud enough to shock Steve.

"You sound like...like I'm giving you a fucking treat, Jesus Christ, baby. You're something else."

Steve beamed through his horniness, proud beyond words.

"Tell you what, when you come over this weekend, I'll finger you open. Slap you around a bit, see how you like it. That sound good?"

It sounded fucking amazing.

—

Eddie hadn't let him jerk off, unfortunately. Steve couldn't be all that mad, really. He'd gotten to hear him come and that had been hot enough to make him squirm and twitch in his own bed.

The promise of more lingered as they said their goodbyes. They made plans to meet that weekend and Steve was over the moon. He couldn't wait to see Eddie again.

—
Eddie lived in a house. Not an apartment, an honest to god house. Which was a little shocking, considering how expensive it was to get into one around here. And Steve would know, considering his job.

He made good money and even he couldn't afford a house.

"How did you even manage to get a place out here?" Was the first thing he asked upon entry, immediately follows by blushing and apologies for being rude.

Eddie simply laughed in his face, ushering him into his living room. It was gorgeous. The walls were dark green and the furniture looked fucking hand selected. The place was adorned with things. With a fireplace and a dark rug and knick-knacks. Like an actual home. It felt lived in and Steve loved it.

"I actually make pretty good money, thanks for asking. Did you think I'd live in a shack?" Steve felt even more flushed. Somehow the idea of Eddie being this successful was a turn on. What about Eddie wasn't a turn on at this point?

"No! No- I just, I know the market and- I'm sorry. I sound like a total dick." Steve stared at his feet, slipping off his shoes at the door so he could avoid looking at Eddie.

That didn't work. He was learning Eddie didn't like when he did that.

He grabbed Steve's chin and made him look at him.

"Hey, sweetheart. I'm just fucking with you. You didn't upset me, I promise." Steve nodded slowly, his shoulders easing up as he relaxed. "God, you're too sweet to be real."

It was then that Steve finally took in Eddie's appearance.

He had his hair up, his curls in a high bun with his fringe hanging into his eyes.

"Your hair." He breathed, wanting to reach out to touch. Eddie giggled, letting go of him and kissing his forehead. He seemed to love doing that. Steve liked it too.

"What about it, cutie?" He shepherded Steve into his couch, where he curled up immediately. "You like it?"

"No, I mean- yes. It's- you look." Steve paused, taking in the way Eddie settled in next time. Faced sideways on the couch, head tilted into his resting hand. He looked amused. Relaxed and confident in that way that always got Steve going. "You look hot. You always look hot. How do you always look so hot?"

Eddie's smile was worth Steve's idiotic mumbling.

"I think you're losing it a little, honey." He wasn't. Eddie looked great. He was wearing a dark red cardigan that only further accentuated his pale skin. He looked comfy, resting around his house in soft looking jeans and the hair. God he wanted to touch his hair again.

"No," Steve smiled down at his own hands, twisting them in his lap. "No. I'm not. You're just ridiculously beautiful."

He was startled by his own honesty for a second and when he looked up, he saw that Eddie was too. His eyes were wide and his mouth was open, just a little bit.

He cleared his throat and recovered quickly.

"If we're tossing compliments out, I think you're way more gorgeous. Look at you. How many school boy outfits do you own?"

Steve only scowled a little bit. He'd told Robin he looked dumb. He'd worn a long sleeve shirt, in a soft pink color this time. He had more clothes in his overnight bag, left by the door.

"I like you in pastels, you know." Eddie smiled warmly at him and Steve lowered his defenses. "Makes you look sweet."

"I thought I was sweet enough on my own?" Eddie simply cackled at that, pulling Steve into his lap and finally kissing him.

It was as good as last time and fuck, it'd only been a week but Steve had missed this. He'd missed Eddie's mouth on his own, his lips and teeth and tongue. Devouring him, drinking him in until Steve was a whimpering mess in his lap.

"Love being in your lap," He hummed between kisses, lapping at Eddie's lips with his tongue. It was sloppy and a little gross but he was learning that Eddie liked it that way. He liked getting Steve messy. "Feels so good."

"Does it?" Eddie's mouth trailed down his neck, nipping at the skin with sharp teeth. Steve should probably stop him but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Especially when he got to that spot where his shoulder met his neck, pushing his shirt aside and latching on.

"Y-yeah, yeah. Love it. Feel safe- feel protected."

Eddie growled, honest to god. He growled and pressed his teeth in deeper, until Steve's fingers were tangled in as much hair as he could get his hands on and he was gasping at the pain. It felt amazing. That was one question answered then. Did Steve Harrington like a little pain with his pleasure? A resounding yes. Duh.

Eddie relented, stroking his thumb over the sore spot.

"You bruise like a peach," He whispered with a sort of reverence that made Steve's stomach clench up. "I like you being in my lap too. You have no clue how fucking adorable you are."

It wasn't the first time Eddie had said something like that to him and still, he didn't agree. Didn't mean he had to show it though.

He really didn't need Eddie finding out just how insecure he was.

Steve let out a whine, wrapping his arms around the other man's shoulders and folding into him. It was a lot like a really overly involved hug, as he tucked his face into Eddie's neck. His new favorite resting spot. His comfort place.

"You're maybe the cuddliest person I've ever met and I'm pretty cuddly," Eddie's big hands swept up and down his back, soft and careful as Steve tried to calm down. A little making out and he was already jittery. "Why don't we go to my bedroom, baby? I've got a nice big bed. Let me get you spread out on it."

"Mhm, please." Steve mumbled, letting himself be guided to Eddie's room.

—

It was nice, just like the living room. It was dark too but more grey toned. A lot more sophisticated than anyone could imagine Eddie would be. All his posters were fucking framed.

He didn't get to look around much before Eddie was invading his space, pushing his shirt up and off of him. Steve gasped between feverish kisses, their mouths pressing together fast and hard. He had no idea where the sudden change in velocity had come from but he wasn't complaining, especially not when Eddie unzipped his jeans and made him step out of them. Hands careful and helpful and so fucking warm.

He licked into Steve's mouth, pressing those same hands onto his shoulders and pushing him solidly onto his bed.

Steve landed with a thump, staring up at Eddie. He was smirking down at him, hair messy and falling out of its bun. He had one knee on the best resting by Steve's left hip. His hands bracketed Steve's head and he hovered, smiling at him until his smile grew softer, more secretive.

Steve's heart thumped dully in his chest.

"What?" He whispered, afraid to break that moment, as Eddie's eyes traced his face.

"Nothing. Nothing...you just...you look good in my bed."

Steve felt kind of faint. The moment broke soon enough, as Eddie pulled his boxers off and tossed them to the side.

He leaned into Steve then, panting openly into his mouth. They're weren't even kissing anymore, they were just stealing each other's air. It was horribly romantic, all things considered.

Eddie pulled back, walking over to his dresser while Steve tried to subtlety adjust himself on the bed. Make himself look a little more enticing. He wasn't sure if it was working.

He watched as Eddie rifled through his drawer, pulling out lube. He slipped his hands along the hem of his sweater, pulling it off and tossing it aside. It was so fluid that Steve briefly wondered if Eddie even knew how effortlessly sexy he was.

All those tattoos on display. Steve could just about cry at the eyeful he was getting.

Eddie crawled between his legs, grinning down at him as he set the bottle down and spread Steve's thighs far apart.

"Look at you. So cute and open. You remember what we talked about last week? About what I'm gonna do to you?"

Steve bit his lip, trying to ignore how Eddie's thigh pressed into his cock.

"Yes, sir. We talked about- about you slapping me and fingering me."

"Sure did," Eddie reached for jaw, thumb tracing the shape of it as he rested above him. "And you remember what to say if you want me to stop?"

"Yes, sir. I remember."

Eddie quirked a smile at him. It was all the warning he got before Eddie's hand cracked into the side of his face.

It hurt, was his first thought. Thank god Eddie wasn't wearing his rings, was his second.

He didn't say any of that thought. Instead he let out an embarrassing noise, a cross between a gasp and a moan.  Eddie grabbed his jaw then, much harder than he had before.

"Say thank you." Gone was the smile, instead replaced by a look of cold steel that made Steve's cock leak onto his thigh.

"T-thank-" Eddie slapped him again, he was taking too long. "Thank you, sir. Oh my god."

Eddie got close, eyes staring into his own.

"If you take too long, I'll think you're being inconsiderate. You don't want that, do you?" Steve's eyes nearly rolled back at the condescending tone.

Eddie smiled at him again and Steve couldn't keep up with the varying moods, he was so stupidly turned on and his cheek stung like a motherfucker. He wondered if it was red.

Eddie pushed him up the bed, splaying him out and placing a pillow beneath his hips. He was quick and efficient and it struck Steve that he'd probably done this a lot. He'd probably even done this with his other subs. Steve pushed that thought away as quickly as it came.

Eddie soothed his palms up Steve's thighs.

"Hold onto your knees for me, angel. Just like this." He guided Steve's hands to the back of his knees, hooking his palms in and pressing his legs up and toward his chest.

Steve whined at the stretch, at the pure vulnerability he was displaying. Eddie simply look down at him, sitting in the space between his legs, like he was getting ready to watch a show.

Steve hoped he didn't accidentally kick him.

"You're doing real good, you know. You're so easy to get going," Steve was sure that was supposed to be insulting but he just couldn't care. Not as he was watching a shirtless Eddie uncap a bottle of lube and spread it onto his fingers. "I can't imagine you'll hate this but I need you to let me know if it hurts. I don't want to injure you, so I need you to be a good boy and pay attention to your body. Do you understand?"

Even when he was checking in on him, Eddie still managed to have the upper hand. He still managed to keep Steve in the mood. Steve pressed his head back into the bed, hands flexing behind his knees.

"Yes, sir. I u-understand." Eddie chose that moment to press a finger tip to his hole, spreading lube around and petting at his opening.

"You ever played with this?" Eddie asked and fuck, Steve had to look away from him. His gaze was intent on Steve's ass, like he also was enraptured. Steve felt molten heat drip into his stomach.

He stuttered out a hasty response. "Yeah, so-sort of. I have."

Eddie hummed, pressing his index finger in slowly, letting Steve get used to the stretch of it. It didn't hurt, it barely even felt like much.

"I dunno, Steve. You're taking my finger awful easily. You sure you're not lying to me?"

He was lying. Fuck. He just didn't know Eddie would be able to tell.

"Anyone else had their fingers in this ass, baby?" His voice was dripping with....something. Steve couldn't tell. He liked it though. He liked when Eddie got all rough and mean.

"No, no!" The finger slipped all the way in, curling insistently against his walls. It was warm, so warm against his own body heat. "I just- I've done it. On my own. A few times."

Eddie hummed again, pressing a second to his hole, dripping more lube onto his fingers. Getting him sloppy and wet and perfect.

"That makes more sense. My sweet little virgin, right? Never had anything bigger than your own fingers up here, have you?" Eddie pressed that second finger in with ease and stilled.

Steve was pretty pointedly avoiding the rhetorical question.

"Stevie, you're avoiding my eyes. Didn't I tell you I don't like that?" He curled those fingers inside Steve and pressed into his prostate, eliciting a curse from the other man. His legs twitched in his hold and his cock jumped. "I want an answer. In three, two, on-"

"I've put something inside me!" Steve gasped. He didn't want to know what Eddie would do if he didn't answer. Or maybe he did. "I was curious and um, I had a hairbrush. So I just- I couldn't fit much-"

Eddie thrusted just fingers out and back in so hard, Steve's entire body lit up.

"Ahh- oh fuck-"

He started giving it to him then.

"You dirty boy. You were so hard up you couldn't stop and think maybe. Maybe." He curled his fingers hard and Steve felt like crying at the sensation. He was on fire, surely. "That was a bad idea. That maybe it might HURT you? Did you think about that?"

Steve shook his head frantically, taking the thrusting of Eddie's fingers like a champ. It hadn't felt like this when he did it. He didn't know how to curl them, didn't know how to find his own prostate. Not the way that Eddie did. And god, he was good at it.

"I didn't think." He admitted guiltily.

"You didn't think," Eddie was shaking his head at him, a look of mock disappointment painted across his features. Steve's heart squeezed under his rib cage. "Can't help it, can you? Silly stupid boy."

Oh. Oh god. Steve's head stretched back as he moaned, long and high pitched. His thighs hurt from holding them up and he-

Fuck. So many people had called him stupid, his entire life. No one had ever managed to make it sound like a compliment.

"-m stupid. Yeah, I'm stupid. I- I'm so sorry-" He wept as Eddie rubbed insistently at that spot inside him, neglecting his leaking cock. It felt so good. "Just wanted to know what it felt like to be- to be full."

He heard Eddie curse under his breath, almost like he couldn't catch it before it came out.

"Next time, use your big boy brain and ask me, yeah? We'll get you a toy-"

Steve protested loudly, words hiccuping out of his throat.

"Don't wanna toy, just want you."  Eddie groaned like he was in pain, pressing his lips to the inside of Steve's thigh and kissing him. The wet squelch of his fingers was so loud in the room, only broken up by Steve's own moans and whines.

"You're gonna kill me, Steve Harrington." He smiled, setting his teeth into the meat of Steve's inner thigh. Until the other man was squirming and his legs were slipping out of his hold.

Eddie abruptly pulled his fingers free and Steve wanted to rip his own hair out. He wanted the feeling back.

Eddie laughed at his expression. "Calm down, you're getting more. Just wanna roll you over."

Steve didn't know he felt about not getting to see Eddie's face but he was willing to try it. He rolled onto his tummy and he had to admit that it was nice, not having any strain on his legs. The added pressure on his dick was pretty good too.

He should have expected it, knowing Eddie. Steve was pretty fucked out though. So he didn't have any warning before a hand slapped down hard onto his left ass cheek.

He gasped into his own arms, folded underneath his head. He only felt a little bad about the twin puddles he was going to leave on Eddie's bed. One from his cock and one from drooling all over himself.

"Oww," He whined quietly, without thought as one of those big hands massaged the burn. "That hurt."

"Careful with that. You don't know how much it gets me going, honey." And Steve was sure it did. Eddie pressed his fingers back into him with ease. They were wet again, like he'd taken time to add extra lube. And wasn't that just the sweetest thing ever?

"Don't think I'm ever gonna forget this image," Steve made a questioning noise, too far gone to the thrust of Eddie's talented hand. "You laying in bed, this fucking ass. God, it's so- I could just bite it."

Steve rolled his forehead into his arms, moaning hard enough that his voice cracked. He pushed his hips up and back, thrusting into Eddie's hand. He felt wanton and slutty. Desired.

"Oooo, we like that, don't we?" Steve whined in response and Eddie reached up, tangling his hand in Steve's hair and pulling hard. It only made the whining worse. It only made Steve's cock hurt even more. "I won't tell you again. If I ask a question, I want an answer."

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir. I- I want that. Please, please bite me. Wherever you want, I want it."

And it was true. Steve wanted whatever the fuck Eddie would give him. But mostly he wanted those teeth all over his body.

Eddie listened and his fingers stilled inside Steve for a few seconds. Long enough for him to lean down and press a soft kiss to Steve's left ass cheek. The one that still smarted from his slap. Eddie pressed his teeth in, his mouth wet and searing as he bit down hard enough to make Steve yelp. It hurt. God it fucking hurt. It made Steve rut into the bed, made his hips jerk all on their own, even as Eddie held him in place with one hand. Pressed his hips down until he couldn't buck him off.

Eddie pulled away, just as the pain reached its pinnacle. Steve was uttering curses, just as Eddie's fingers started moving again.

He was- he was close. He was too close.

"I'm gonna- Eds. I think I'm gonna-"

The man behind him moaned, his voice so low it made Steve's eyes cross.

"Come on, come for me."

Steve's mind froze up.

"Yellow." Eddie stopped his fingers immediately and Steve felt his impending orgasm halt. He was breathing so shakily, his body was trembling.

"Okay, okay. That's okay, sweetheart." Eddie leaned over him, pressing kisses all over his shoulders and back. "What's up? Why'd you need to slow down?"

Steve thanked whatever god that Eddie Munson was such an amazingly kind man.

"Just- I don't wanna come yet. I don't- we'll stop and I don't want to stop."

Something must have clicked for Eddie then, as he huffed out a soft laugh into Steve's shoulder.

"Thought I hurt you," He mumbled, setting back and rolling Steve over. Steve immediately missed his fingers and he wasn't shy in whining about it. Eddie only rolled his eyes in response, a playful smile on his face. "We don't have to stop after you come, you know."

Steve felt kind of dumb, in that moment. Too fucked out to really think.

"No?" He asked.

"No. We can keep going. I can play with you for however long you want. Overstimulate you. Wait for you to get hard again. Whatever you like." Steve's eyes almost bugged out of his head.

"But...aren't you gonna get tired? Of playing with me?"

Eddie let out a different laugh this time. It was self deprecating, Steve could tell. He gazed down at his own hands. Steve loved the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled.

"Don't think I could ever get tired of playing with you, angel." Steve's heart fucking ached in his chest and that should have been a big warning sign. A flashing light reading, "Do not Fall For Eddie Munson." But Steve was a fucking idiot and he loved ignoring red flags in his own brain.

"What about...what about you?" He asked meekly, enjoying the soft way Eddie was looking at him. He felt gross and sweaty and debauched but Eddie looked at him like he was some kind of fucking heaven sent deity.

"What about me?" Eddie got into his knees, kneeling between Steve's thighs. "You think I'm not gonna get off, sweetheart?"

Steve's pulse jumped and he watched as Eddie unbuttoned his pants, dragging the zipper down slowly. He wasn't wearing underwear and Steve's eyes grew hooded.

"I- I mean, I can't be the only one having fun." He tried to lean up on his elbows to get a better look but Eddie only pushed him back down. He huffed out a laugh, watching as the other man pulled his cock out and start stroking it, as slow as ever. His fingers played with the head, flicking over that barbell with practices ease. Steve wanted it in his mouth again, leaking down the back of his throat.

He laughed again, at his own hilarity.

"Are you laughing at my dick, Steve?" His voice wasn't dangerous anymore and Steve liked that too. He liked that Eddie could tease him in bed and make him smile. "You're gonna give me a complex."

Steve rolled his eyes.

"Pretty sure you already have one." He slipped out, his eyes immediately going wide. Oh- that was maybe not the best thing to say, he supposed.

He often described Eddie as various animals and boy, sometimes he really did get a look on his face that reminded Steve of a fucking shark. Like he could smell blood in the water.

"I could just stop, you know." Steve twitched on the bed, clamping his mouth shut. "Could just jerk myself off, come all over your cock and balls, let it drip over your hole. And then what?"

Steve shook his head hard, his eyes darting from Eddie's dangerous face, down to his pierced cock. God. He'd never get tired of that. The way it glinted in the light, the ways Eddie's tattooed, beautiful hands played with it.

"Then you'd just be laying here, still hard. Still empty. A little pillow princess with no one to help him get off. Maybe you'd have to resort to something fucking stupid. Like fucking yourself with household objects."

Steve was so red, so turned on that he was starting to squirm again. Eddie was eating it up, he could tell. So pleased with himself that he was succeeding in embarrassing Steve. Steve was feeling...some type of way. To say the least.

"Wouldn't need to use objects if you'd just fuck me."

Eddie's face went positively fucking feral. Steve had never seen him look like that. He pushed his body over Steve's, blanketing him until they were kissing again. Their mouths pressed together in a violent cacophony and Steve vaguely tasted blood from one of them, leaking onto his tongue.

"You're being a fucking brat. Didn't know you had it in you." Eddie whispered, nipping at Steve's bottom lip and pulling away. Steve wasn't sure how much more he could take. His cock hurt, his balls were so tight he thought he might just come any second.

"I could fuck you. I could. But....I'm not going to." Steve whined so hard, his shoulders rolled back and he kicked his legs a little, like he was throwing a fit. Eddie's hand clipped the side of his face and fuck, it hurt just as much as before. His hips pumped into the air and he felt that same hand grip his jaw.

"That is enough." Eddie sounded rough, his voice so mean that Steve immediately stopped moving. He peaked his eyes open, only to find Eddie still staring at him, eyebrows slanted down and big eyes glaring at him. "Which one of us is in charge, Steve?"

Steve gulped at the question, his stomach clenching up again. He didn't like 'Steve' right now. No. He wanted- angel or baby or sweetheart. He didn't want-

"You, you're in charge." He spit out, feeling his defiance start to fade.

"That's right. And if I say I'm not going to fuck you, what do you say?" He shook Steve by his jaw, like he was some kind of errant animal. "You say, 'Yes, sir. Whatever you want sir.'"

Steve nodded dumbly and Eddie shook him again. "Say. It."

"Ye-yes, sir. Whatever you want. Whatever you want, sir."

And then Eddie spat in his face.

He took him by shock so badly that he couldn't stop his hips from twitching upward, his cock catching on Eddie's thigh and just like that. He was coming, his thighs clamping around Eddie's hips and his vision whiting out for second, minutes. He wasn't even sure. He couldn't even hear his own moans over the white noise screaming inside his head. 

"Fucking hell," Eddie moaned. Steve could feel his jerking it, his hand bumping into Steve's thigh as he stripped himself fast. He sounded desperate but Steve could barely open his eyes. He could feel Eddie's spit cooling near his mouth and he wanted it inside him. He wanted to swallow it, he wanted Eddie to rub it in.

He did it himself, took one of his hands and rubbed the spit in, spreading it over his lips. He sucked his fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them without much thought.

"Oh my fucking god- are you kidding-" Eddie was coming, Steve felt it hit his cock. Just like Eddie had promised earlier. Dripping off of him and into the bed, hot and wet and everything he didn't know he desperately needed. He was practically covered in come by the time Eddie was done, his head resting on Steve's shoulder as he caught his breath.

He leaned up, smiled at Steve, all wide and beautiful.

"You're fucking insane, sweetheart." Steve smiled at him, eyes hooded and fingers popping out of his mouth. Eddie wasn't gonna stop anytime soon, he could tell.