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The sex is good tonight. It always is, even on their worst of days.
They’d had a nice evening. Eddie would argue a great one even, what with the long-awaited submission of his newest journal piece and the addition of not one, but two criminal heads now digesting in their stomach.
But something’s in the air. Usually Venom would tease Eddie for drooling when they stroked his prostate like they were, or they’d chant their favorite ‘Mine’ pet name over and over as Eddie would cry out for release, but the symbiote’s yet to say anything at all. He hasn’t even materialized into a humanoid mass for Eddie to hold onto so he has to settle for their creaky headboard instead.
It bothers Eddie.
It’s quiet. Venom is never quiet.
“Hey,” he manages, jerking his hips at the thick tendril giving a suddenly attentive—and rough— stroke to his cock. “Woah, there honey. Careful or I might pull something.” The tendril loosens. Eddie laughs it off, hoping Venom will give him words to work with.
We would never let that happen, Eddie.
“Sure, yeah.” Eddie shifts, trying to force out conversation with tentacles simultaneously moving inside him. “‘Course I know that. I know you and your weirdly protective habits with my health.”
Venom lets out an amused ‘hmph.’ The tendrils around Eddie’s cock stroke up and down more vigorously, like they’re proud.
You’d cry like a baby if this got pulled. Eddie the baby with his broken penis.
“Maybe not like a baby...” Eddie clears his throat, voice raw and guttural. “But besides that. You… got something on your mind, bud? You’ve been weirdly quiet tonight.” The strokes slow again, and Eddie can feel a slack to the tendrils clinging onto his hips. He puts his hands over them.
“We can talk about it.”
A pause.
…Yes. We would like that.
“Ok, ok…” Eddie manages with a huff, bending his elbows to sit up. “Sure, yeah. Then let’s—”
Suddenly the pace picks up monumentally, and Eddie’s words catch in his throat.
He grips the headboard, hissing. “Holy shit.”
After. Venom lets out a purring sound. We need to feel good now.
The black tendrils thrusting in and out of him heat up and pulse, simultaneously growing thicker and heavier as they pound into Eddie’s ass. Embarrassingly enough, Eddie can’t help but drool because of how damn good it feels. How good they feel. His eyes roll back as he’s fucked out of his senses.
Cute.
Suddenly the tendrils exit him all at once, leaving his hole puckering and stretched. His body jerks, and Eddie swears he can hear Venom laughing right before he’s rammed into and stuffed to the brim.
“Fuck!” He claws at the headboard with a groan, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. “God, would you give a guy a fucking break and get out here already?”
Venom does laugh this time. Eddie would be pissed and say something if his hands weren’t immediately scrambling for purchase along the symbiote’s materializing neck. Sharp teeth and opaque alien eyes gleam into Eddie’s just as a long prehensile tongue sleeks out to lick at the pools of drool by Eddie’s mouth.
Eddie shakes his head with a grunt.
“Don’t say it. You fuh-fucking… dick.”
Venom’s eyes narrow, and Eddie groans as they ram right into him at a steady pace, tendrils around his cock squeezing tighter as they simultaneously stroke him up and down.
Mmm. Eddie. My Eddie. All mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Venom whispers the pet name with each stroke and thrust inside, and Eddie, realizing just how much more stimulated he feels with the possessive words in his ears, nearly strains his voice to cry out, holding onto whatever surface of Venom and the bed that he can.
Heaving in and out, Eddie’s cum eventually spurts out onto his stomach and thighs before little trails trickle down his dick.
Not exactly the most impressive finish, but Eddie’s utterly fucked out and more than satisfied.
“Mmm… a-ah fuck,” He licks his lips, heaving in and out. “That was—”
—Amazing? We know.
Venom’s voice is smug.
Eddie shakes his head, ready to bite back but loses his words to the wind. Venom is inching down his body, greedily licking up all the remnants of Eddie’s cum, and all Eddie can really do is shake.
Mm. Tasty.
Eddie closes his eyes and exhales, feeling a sense of wholeness within himself once Venom finishes and eventually slinks back inside. The significantly smaller tendrils inside his bum now make their exit and — like always — leave no form of residue besides a slight moistness down below.
Among the many perks of having a mutualistic alien living inside you, one thing Eddie enjoys in particular with Venom is that sex is never messy. Earth-shattering and devastating always. But never messy. They never needed lube. Never needed condoms. The sheets would get sweaty and crumpled sure, but they always stayed stain-free which Eddie really appreciated when detergent prices got a bit too high for his liking.
Eddie had asked Venom about it the first time they’d had penetrative sex. With the symbiote’s build and seemingly endless stamina, Eddie had expected one helluva creampie and cum leaking out of him like there was no tomorrow —he even planned on buying new sheets for it—but once they’d gotten to the end. Nada. Nothing.
Apparently because symbiotes reproduced asexually, they didn’t make anything remotely similar to human cum. It made Eddie feel somewhat awkward being the only messy one of the two of them —something he couldn’t really control, sure, but still— but Venom had been more than willing to lick up the aftermath that time and every subsequent time after.
It was nice. Their apartment was always a perpetual mess, but at least the bed could stay clean.
He sighs in satisfaction, roaming his fingers along the rumpled sheets.
Before he can say anything, there’s a shift in Eddie’s mind again, and he can feel that sense of absentmindedness from before.
“Still there, bud?”
Obviously.
“So…” Eddie clears his throat. “What’s going on in there? I mean, I honestly think it’d do you great to talk less in general, but we both know you’ve never really cared about what I thought.”
Yeah, not really.
Eddie snorts at a playful flick to his head. “Very funny. But still. You’ve been quiet lately, darling. Makes Eddie dearest over here a little nervous. Homesick?”
Never.
“What’s up then?” He pauses to yawn. “C’mon, let’s hear it.”
We…want to buy something online.
Eddie blinks. Slowly, he rises up from the bed, tilting his head in confusion.
That’s what’s been on Venom’s mind this whole time? Amazon? Simple as that?
“Um, yeah.” Eddie blinks again, still not entirely sure he’s heard right. “Yeah, sure bud. As long as it’s not too expensive. Can I Prime it or—ah!”
His body jerking upright to stand, Eddie snaps at Venom to at least let him get dressed before puppeteering him to the living room.
Reaching a tendril back into the bedroom and handing Eddie only his crumpled up shirt from earlier and no pants whatsoever, he rolls his eyes and huffs a lackluster “thanksalot” before being forced to sit at his desk and boot up his Lenovo.
You’re welcome.
Eddie yawns as he types his password. He’s surprised at how excited Venom is by the prospect of something that isn’t food for once—
“—No live animals,” Eddie clarifies as Venom uses his fingers to search up whatever it is that they want. “And no buying humans to eat either. I know I said you could surf the web when I’m asleep, but if I find out you’ve been on those weird dark web sites—”
—Here.
Eddie blinks. “What exactly am I looking at here?”
Look, Eddie.
The first thing that pops up is a man. An incredibly naked man, propped up on his side and legs spread wide open to show off an admittedly larger-than-average penis.
“You’re using a VPN when you search up this stuff, right?” Eddie says with a sigh, rubbing his forehead.
Just keep looking!
Eddie does. The guy’s obviously some type of porn star with the catalogue of photos he has of him. He’s handsome and has the big muscles and strong-set build that would definitely place him high on the list of Eddie Brock’s type. In terms of men that is. Tanned skin kissed by endless summer skies, messy hair that falls down to his shoulders in soft curls, long eyelashes and plump lips. He’s pretty familiar with most of the big names online, so Eddie’s pretty surprised he doesn’t recognize this… Boulevardier?
“So you showed me some porn star with a bad stage name,” Eddie says with a sigh. “You can’t really—”
—Keep reading!
“You don’t actually read the blurbs for porn stars, honey.”
Suddenly, Eddie’s body jerks forward and his face is pushed against his laptop screen.
He works with aliens, Eddie.
“Yeah?” Eddie rolls his eyes, inching his head back. “Like the Predator? Been there, done that.”
No! Real aliens. And you know we prefer the Xenomorphs.
Jerking Eddie’s head forward, Venom maneuvers them to keep scrolling down.
“We talked about the whole puppeteering thing, bud.”
Read, Eddie. Read.
Eddie does. And he’s actually surprised at the work this guy does.
No wonder Eddie’s never heard of him. Boulevardier wasn’t just your normal everyday hooker. From what Eddie could tell, the guy charged exorbitant amounts to let your not-so-common ‘odd-ball’ couple the chance at full intimacy. Human/ghost couples where ghosty possesses him to have sex with their other, human/android using some complicated setup with wires, and multiple human/alien accounts alike all detail the blurbs written underneath his photos.
“You get pissy whenever a waiter or waitress so much as smiles my way, and now you wanna bring a third person into this?” Eddie points out. “We have sex just fine. More than fine actually.” Eddie crosses his arms and curls up, feeling surprisingly small. “I mean. Y’know, I thought we were fine, but I guess if it’s gotten boring—”
—We feel your insecurities, but rest assured Eddie. You are perfect. Still a loser, of course. But perfect in every way imaginable.
Eddie nods his head, then gestures to the laptop. “Ok, so…”
Eddie can feel Venom trying inch away from the topic.
“C’mon talk to me, bud. Don’t back out now, I’ve already seen this guy’s junk.”
Eddie scrolls more through the webpage and frowns. There’s a lot of people on the goddamn planet. Why they couldn’t just pay some random bar person to do it and threaten them to keep it a secret, or maybe ask someone Eddie knows and trusts to do it was beyond him.
You like big.
Eddie nearly flushes.
We have seen all your previous sexual encounters with men. This Boul-person fits the trends. And they have a secrecy policy guaranteed.
“Again, we talked about the whole memory diving thing too…”
Are we wrong?
Eddie runs a hand through his hair. “No. Not in the slightest. So, what? We just pay this guy to have sex with us and be done with it or—”
—No. We use Boul-person as a temporary host to fuck you, Eddie.
Despite himself, Eddie feels an immediate flicker of unwarranted jealousy—rage even—at the prospect of Venom leaving him and using someone else as a host. At least where sex is involved, that is.
Hypocrite.
Venom’s damn-well purring now, and Eddie can feel a playful tendril coming out from his sternum to circle a nipple.
Eddie coughs into his fist. “Well, hold on. You haven’t exactly told me why the Hell you want a third party involved in our little night tangoes. I know you too well to think you’ve gotten bored of me or something.”
Silence fills the room, and for the first time since Venom’s dragged him out, Eddie can feel the bareness of his lower half. He crosses his legs.
“Well?”
Suddenly Eddie’s mind fills with a vast plethora of images. Leaking holes and creampies galore. Eddie could flush at just how much breeding-centered porn Venom had watched in Eddie’s sleep. And it wasn’t just porn either from the looks of it. Flashes of human anatomy videos on the logistics of reproduction and cumming had also been thrown into Eddie’s mental mix, making what Venom wanted all the more apparent.
Eventually, Eddie sighs as the mental images stop. He browses the guy’s page again.
“Just…” he says, feeling Venom twitch. “Let me think about it, ok?”
“Eddie Brock?”
Eddie stood outside his apartment complex, utterly astounded that Boulevardier did indeed look as good in person as he did online. He had a slight accent to his speech. Something from the Middle East? North Africa?
Moroccan. You did not read everything.
“I was half-asleep!”
“What was that?” Boulevardier asks, looking at Eddie with a raised brow.
“Uh. Nothing, nothing. Just c’mon in,” Eddie says, gesturing for the very handsome and luxurious-looking man to follow him into his not-so-luxurious apartment. His next door neighbor is on the way out and Eddie pointedly ignores his eyes as they close the door behind.
“So. Uh. Yeah. Welcome to chateau-de-Brock… Can I get you anything to drink?”
Boulevardier looks Eddie up and down. He flashes a dazzling smile then approaches instead, the click-click-click of his leather boots echoing about Eddie’s apartment until he’s standing teasingly close.
In his head, Eddie can hear Venom let out a low growl and mentally wills the symbiote to chill the fuck out.
“You don’t seem at all like the person I’ve been messaging these past few weeks, Mr. Brock. You’re more shy than I expected,” Boulevardier says with a lilt to his voice. “Luckily you’re more handsome than I expected too.”
“‘Weeks…?’”
“So. Where’s the alien? Or was this just an excuse to have me to yourself?” He leans in.
Eddie can smell the expensive cologne wafting off Boulevardier’s skin, can feel the heat radiating beneath his red leather jacket, and swallows.
Suddenly, he growls from the pit of his gut, jerking his hands forward to push the advances away.
“Back off,” Eddie spits with Venom’s voice at the forefront. “Not part of the deal, Boul-shit.”
Boulevardier blinks. “Ah. There it is.”
Eddie clears his throat. “I am… so sorry—”
“—You try that again and we will bite your head off!”
“Hm. I knew I pegged you for the possessive type when you reached out,” Boulevardier says with a hum. “But living together like this brings a whole new meaning to the word.”
“He’s really a nice guy,” Eddie offers weakly.
Eddie’s mind involuntarily flashes with images of him being fucked without mercy on his apartment floor stained with fresh blood, tendrils of black sprawling all over him while Boulevardier’s lifeless body is swept away to a dark corner of the room. He flicks at his mind.
Would you stop that!
Hmph!
“Apologies, I assumed this was an open relationship type deal,” Boulevardier says, brushing himself off.
You assumed wrong, douchebag!
“It’s uh… complicated.”
“Right. Always is, huh? So?”
“So…?”
Boulevardier laughs. “How do you want me?”
Eddie thinks furiously.
When you possess this guy, you cannot eat his organs.
Why not!
You were the one that wanted to reach out in the first place! I already paid this asshole pal, so we’re sticking this out til the end! And if you’re gonna fuck me with him, you’re not eating him.
Eddie can hear low grumbling and a soft ‘piss-baby’ comment before Venom snaps back with a clear “Fine.”
“Turn around,” Eddie orders.
“Ok, ok. Whatever you say, weirdo,” the pretty hooker says with a roll of his eyes before turning around with his hands up. “And just a reminder, you only get the time you paid for—”
Boulevardier gasps, nearly falling to the floor as Venom slips through his back and takes the reins.
Eddie has no time to feel jealous. He takes a step back in awe, looking up at the hulking full-bodied symbiote now staring him down like they wanted to devour him.
Venom, almost fully adjusted to being inside their temporary host, lets out a satisfied grumble. They keep their eyes locked with Eddie but down below, he can see tendrils morphing into a very familiar shape.
Maneuvering a claw-tipped hand, Venom cups at their newly formed ballsack before beginning to stroke their enormous black —and almost jarringly erect — cock, eyes locked on Eddie the entire time. They lick their teeth.
“Jesus,” Eddie says a touch breathless, still taking in Venom’s form from an outside perspective. “I forget just how big you can get sometimes.”
He looks down Boulevardier’s Venom-ified body then swallows.
Without Venom inside to heal him, Eddie suspects that this bout of sex might genuinely hurt, and the thought both terrifies and excites him.
“Don’t worry, Eddie,” Venom says, able to read Eddie like a book without even being inside him. “We’ll be gentle. Maybe.”
Eddie’s whole body is shaking. He licks at his lips. He feels his stomach flutter at the low grumble of Venom’s voice, still not quite used to hearing them from another body instead of his own head. Venom steps forward, his intimidating cock now so very intimidatingly close.
“How do you want me?” Eddie says with a nervous laugh, forcing down the irrational fear that Venom might bite his head off.
“Every way possible,” Venom hums. “But we can try this first.”
Without warning Venom reaches for Eddie’s head and pulls him in for a sloppy kiss, wasting no time in pushing their tongue inside.
Despite it technically being the Boul-asshole’s lips he’s smacking on, it still feels entirely like Venom. Venom that he’s grinding up against. Venom that he’s moaning into. Venom that he is undoubtedly going to have hospitalizing sex with tonight.
Eddie groans and deepens the kiss, offering his own smaller tongue. Feeling a bit cheeky with the change in dynamic, he bites down on Venom’s tongue, hissing into him. He feels Venom’s words against his skin.
“Mm, playful Eddie,” Venom slowly ends their kiss, playfully roving their tongue along Eddie’s jaw to curl around his neck. Eddie shivers as a claw-tipped hand works its way up to pinch at the corner of his lip and makes him open his mouth.
With their other hand, Venom guides Eddie down to his knees. He has to sit up with his back completely straight so his lips are within a good distance of Venom’s cock.
“Eddie. My Eddie,” Venom says, surprisingly tender. “Suck.”
Not having to be told twice, Eddie licks his lips then grabs at Venom’s cock, needing both of his hands to cover more surface. He inches his head forward, positioning his lips against the tip of Venom’s cock.
“Mine,” Eddie whispers before opening his mouth and taking it in.
It’s hot. So hot and big, he almost can’t breathe. One of his hands strokes at the base of Venom’s cock where his mouth can’t reach, while the other teases at the balls with finger light touches. His cheeks stretch to fit the inhuman girth of Venom’s cock into his mouth, and tears prick at his eyes as he moves his head back and forth, at least trying to give his alien partner a proper blow job.
He moans in satisfaction when Venom grabs at Eddie’s head, letting out their own low growl as they start to thrust.
“Good. Very good, my Eddie.”
Feeling cheeky again, Eddie scrapes his teeth along Venom’s dick as he sucks them off, laughing through his nose at the hiss he gets.
“Mmm…”
Eddie shifts his position, using both hands to cup the base of Venom’s cock, stroking up and down as he focuses aggressive licks all around the tip of the giant cock.
Fuck, he loves this. Loves this feeling. Eddie’s cock is nearly straining against his jeans, and all he can think of is how much he wants to swallow Venom’s load into his mouth and have it pumped inside of him without mercy. Feeling Venom’s cock pulse into his mouth, Eddie nearly chokes at the sheer amount of cum that splurges into his mouth with one hard thrust to the back of his throat.
Tears prick at his eyes as he tries to swallow, but it’s just too much load all at once. He takes less in his mouth and starts to choke.
“Oh… god,” he sputters, feeling so much of it still coming out and dribbling down his mouth. “Oh my god!”
“So good, Eddie,” Venom praises as they take their cock and decorate Eddie’s face with the rest of their immense load. “You look so pretty. Covered in our cum.”
Eddie gives a shaky laugh, licking up and swallowing whatever the Hell he can manage. Long lines of cum dribble down his face, and he has to use the sleeve of his shirt to clean it up.
He blinks an eye, laughing again, voice almost in disbelief at just how much cum could be made in one go.
“Think you got some of it in my eye, bud. Ouch.”
“We will make you feel better afterwards, Eddie.”
“I’ll hold you to it,” Eddie huffs, still lapping up the leftover cum. “Jesus, you could fill up three whole sperm banks with that thing.” He gestures to Venom’s cock, still erect and patiently waiting for him.
“Sperm bank. Eddie’s insides. It makes no difference to us.”
At the words, Eddie looks back up and swallows again. Rising from his knees, he makes quick work of his jeans and underwear. Venom immediately falls in line and rids Eddie of his shirt, leaning forward until it’s skin-on-skin.
Eddie breathes onto Venom’s shoulder, laving kisses along the alien skin and holding onto the symbiote’s sides to really feel them moving together, momentarily separated but still perfectly matched.
“My Eddie.”
Almost whining, Venom pushes so closely and tightly into Eddie he can feel the hungry desperation in them to fuse back together — to feel whole again. Hooking his arms around Venom’s shoulders, Eddie lets himself be lifted up and taken to the bedroom, claw-tipped hands holding tightly onto his hips but not tight enough to bruise.
They approach the bed, and Eddie’s carefully placed down. Staring up at Venom and the way they’re stroking their little friend, Eddie feels he should say something he’s never had to say in the bedroom with them before.
“I think we’re gonna need lube this time around, honey,” he says with a shaky swallow. “And a lot of it.”
Venom tilts their head.
“‘Lube?’”
“Yeah, y’know. The, uh… oily jelly. I know you’ve dug through my memories. I use it for my—”
“—Ah. Of course. Your jelly.”
“Yup,” Eddie says, growing more awkward. “It’s uh. In the nightstand, but it’s locked so let me just get the key—”
“—Jelly,” Venom interrupts as they eye the small bottle between their claws, tossing the broken nightstand drawer to the side without care.
“Right,” Eddie says with a sigh. That nightstand was expensive too. “So you can just hand that to me and I’ll do it myse—”
“—No!” Venom barks, sounding utterly offended. “Listen to me carefully, Eddie Brock.”
“Listening…”
“Just because we are not bonded together physically now does not mean we are any less bonded.
Venom reaches forward and grabs Eddie by the shoulders, dragging a good chunk of the bedsheets in the process as he shakes him.
“I was in you before, I will be in you in the future. And I am more than capable of taking care of you to be in you now.”
“Wow,” Eddie says, embarrassingly flattered by the words.
“Yes.” Slowly, Venom lets go.
Eddie clears his throat and gives a lopsided smile. “So? How do you want me then, sweetheart?”
“On the bed,” Venom answers with a pleased hum. “Hands and knees.”
Eddie does just that. He raises his ass in the air and opens his legs nice and wide, laughing at the satisfied growl he hears from behind. He fully expects Venom to use their hand to ready him and lets out a hiss when he feels a moist tongue start to rim his hole instead.
Eddie clenches the sheets. More and more of Venom’s tongue enters him, stretching him out, and Eddie’s body jerks as he thrusts back, feeling the slightest brush to his prostate in the process.
“Be still, Eddie,” Venom orders softly, holding Eddie in place with both hands. “You may finish too fast, and we will not be able to make you hard again like this.”
Eddie can only manage a nod and closes his eyes as he’s slowly stretched and prepared. He shivers, feeling Venom’s tongue pulse in and out of him, purposefully avoiding stroking his prostate. It’s honestly impressive just how well Venom still knows every nook and cranny of Eddie’s body even though they’re physically apart.
Eddie lets out a shaky breath of relief when he feels Venom’s tongue slowly exit him, but he knows it’s only temporary. He peers behind, watching a curious Venom stroke at his dick and covering it with copious amounts of lube.
Swallowing dry spit, he can feel Venom eventually grip onto his hips and slowly push their way inside.
“Holy shit,” Eddie gasps, immediately reaching for the headboard. “Jesus fucking Christ!”
It’s so fucking big. Girthy and long, and tears prick at Eddie’s eyes at just how painful it is adjusting to such a big cock inside him. His jaw clenches, and Eddie hangs onto the small relief he feels as a moist hand strokes along his back.
“Apologies, my Eddie,” Venom says almost tenderly. “We will heal all your ails when we are one again.”
“You,” he sputters. “You couldn’t have made it any smaller?”
“We know your body and its limits well, Eddie. This is the biggest your body can take without internal damage to your rectum. You’ve had this size before.”
“Wh-seriously?”
“When we fuck you. And you’ve had one human encounter of this type in the past also.”
Eddie blinks. Has he gone soft? He honestly can’t remember ever taking a dick this big. Then again, most of his past sexual encounters with humans have slightly lost their touch on his memories, especially now that he has daily mind blowing sex with an alien that literally knows him inside and out. Maybe he's too used to Venom always patching things up for him…
“But we can be smaller,” Venom says, obviously baiting him. They pull out slightly. “If it’s too much for you—”
“—You stay right where you are, you son-of-a-bitch,” Eddie practically growls, thrusting slightly on Venom’s cock. It feels much better now actually. “I can take it, so start moving.”
“That’s the spirit!”
Grabbing onto his hips, Venom begins to thrust. The bed creaks so much Eddie swears it might break. Unable to keep himself lifted, he buries his head into his arms and folds into the mattress, moving forward in rhythmic pulses with every thrust inside him.
“Oh, dear lord,” Eddie says with a groan as his prostate is pounded over and over. His cock is dripping with droplets of precum right onto the sheets, and Eddie thinks in a daze that this is the first time they’ve ever been unceremoniously messy since Venom always somehow prevents stainage when they have sex.
Reaching forward to stroke his cock, Eddie hisses when his hand is slapped away and Venom’s hand moves in its place, timing slick strokes to his cock with each heavy thrust inside him.
“Be ready, Eddie,” Venom warns, their other hand reaching up and extending long tendrils to tweak at Eddie’s nipples. “It will be a lot.”
Still in his sexed-out daze, Eddie manages a nod, swallowing as he thrusts backwards to meet Venom’s hips.
Finally, with a loud cry that Eddie’s pretty sure the neighbors can hear, Venom thrusts one last time. Venom’s hand keeps stroking at Eddie’s cock, making him finish shortly after, but Eddie’s too lost in the sheer amount of cum Venom is pumping inside of him to really revel in the glow of his own orgasm.
It’s enormous. Each thrust riding the aftershock of Venom’s orgasm pumps more and more inside Eddie, leaving it to flow down his thighs and onto the sheets in copious amounts. Jesus, he’s never had this much in his ass at once, and if he wasn’t sure that Venom would return to him afterwards Eddie would be paranoid his whole life that it was still inside him.
“Jesus…” Eddie cries, finding breathing one of the most difficult things to do in the world right now.
It was still going.
Without warning, Venom hooks their hand around Eddie’s legs and flips him over, flinging more cum onto the sheets. Not caring about the mess in the slightest, they immediately straddle Eddie’s stomach and guide his hands to squeeze his own pectorals together.
“A tit job,” Eddie manages to say in breathless disbelief. “Really?”
“Now we can really enjoy your chest like this,” Venom says as they thrust their cock between Eddie’s pecs, letting their large pumps of cum leak out onto Eddie’s nipples and the rest of his upper body and face.
Not even having the time to complain about how sticky and wet he is with alien cum all over him, Venom moves further up and sticks their cock right down Eddie’s throat, letting the last remaining pumps fill Eddie’s mouth.
Closing his eyes, Eddie gropes at Venom’s ass, breathing through his nose to swallow every last drop that he can.
Once Venom’s thrusts reach a slow halt, the symbiote eventually pulls away and climbs back down to bring their mouths together in a hot kiss, clutching and holding onto Eddie with everything that they’ve got.
They nuzzle him, using their hulking form to cover every inch of Eddie’s skin that they can. Eddie offers his own significantly weaker hug, fighting with all of his might to stay awake and hold Venom in his embrace.
Finally unable to fight it anymore, he closes his eyes and dozes off to sleep in the warmth of Venom’s arms.
“Goodnight, my Eddie. We will be with you soon enough.”
“This one?” Eddie clicks on another option. He props his head up on an elbow and sighs.
They look cheaper than the last ones! Why can’t we get the ones with the higher thread count?
“In case you forget, darling,” Eddie says, openly accusatory. “Our night with Boulevardier cost me almost as much as my Ducati. And we need new sheets fast. Those last ones need to be tossed.”
Don’t sound like that, Eddie. We know you thoroughly enjoyed that experience.
Eddie flushes, mind flashing with white-stained memories. Venom just laughs.
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbles, clicking back to one of the earlier options Amazon had.
At least Venom had the courtesy of wiping Boulevardier’s memory of their night of debauchery when they dropped him afterwards. Their night together —and what Eddie and Venom had said and done— would stay a nice little secret between just them.
“Look, let’s just compromise and get the 400’s. 600 and up might be too much on the old bank account,” Eddie finally says, tired of scrolling. “I’ll throw in some of those cheap brownies from the convenience store too while we’re out later.”
Hm… fine. But we want tater tots with it.
“Sure thing, honey.”
As Eddie places his order, he’s surprised to hear Venom speak again, though not as loudly. Almost like they’re embarrassed or unsure.
If we find a cheaper option, would you want to try that again? We know you enjoyed it.
“Yeah, but we both know you don’t like being inside other people.”
A long pause for thought.
“… We want what Eddie wants.”
Eddie thinks about that for a moment, then smiles.
“Nah, you’re staying right where you belong,” he says, patting his chest.
“I want you all to myself.”