Steve looks good in lilac and lace, and he smells like something citrus, fresh and sweet. Eddie thinks he must’ve done something right to get this all for himself.

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dom Eddie calling sub Steve daddy pokes my brain

No wait this is actually great.

Eddies very existence seems to question the norms. Finding people that are into his specific brand of weird was difficult to say the least. He had given up hope of ever truly finding someone to scratch those itches with him.

And then came along Steve, pretty puppy dog Steve. He was so eager to please and be praised. Years of barely surviving making him desperate for the feeling of safety. Eddie thought that Nancy must have been the dumbest girl to waste such a precious boy.

The first time Eddie calls Steve “Daddy” isn’t even a sexual encounter. Robin and Steve had been retelling the story of the time the duo had stolen a ridiculously nice care from Star Court.

“No you had to have been there Eds, he was acting so stupid. He literally said “Steve’s her Daddy now” Robin told the story between gasps of air, heard words broken up by bouts if laughter.

Eddie’s lips quirked up in the corners as his gaze flickered over to Steve’s blushing face. “Wanna be Daddy so bad huh, big boy?”

Eddie had meant it as a playful jab, but his eyes took in the way Steve evaded his. How his blush deepened and he took in a deep breath.

Oh… oh yeah he could work with that.

eddie who's read enough skin mags to know what he thinks he's going to like whenever he can finally find someone to hook up with. who's watched enough badly filmed bdsm flicks from that shady video store behind standard gas on moore street to put a black hanky in his back left pocket. who's looked through enough zines from that queer store he found when he visited chicago and bought as much material as he could fit in his backpack.

steve who's very recently found out that there's extra space in his heart and mind for pretty guys next to pretty girls and has no clue how to find a guy who would be interested back. who's trying to figure out what he would even want to do with a guy in the bedroom so he goes to some shady store on moore that's supposed to have pornos behind a black curtain, solely for research purposes, of course. who's reading queer magazines for the advice columns to learn how to pick up clues when flirting with men only to delve into a world of hankies and safe words.

eddie proudly wearing his black hanky everyday and almost choking on his coca cola when steve says he knows what it is one night at dinner. eddie actually choking on a french fry when steve tells him he goes both ways like bowie or freddie with a shy but somewhat proud grin on his face. eddie grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the diner booth to head back to the trailer when steve suggests they put their burgeoning interests together for a night to see if they like it.

steve liking getting slapped on the thigh in eddie's bed, watching the blood rush to the surface in handprint, something primal liking that it's eddie's. steve really liking eddie pushing him to his knees and hearing his bones hit the hard floor, feeling the carpet burning his skin. steve loathing the way eddie whispers in a broken voice, "sorry, shit" as his big brown eyes fill up with tears when he sees how wrecked steve's pretty skin ends up being and ends up turning away from the sight.

both of them learning together what boundaries they have, moving from friends exploring things that they didn't know they'd ever get to explore, to something more. spending hours, days, weeks holed up in steve's empty house as they find out how many rooms they can push their limits in, laughs and whimpers and skin on skin echoing off the walls. falling in love with bruises and teary eyes and they way they make each other feel but most importantly, falling in love with the other person along the way.

The anon button is not for hate. The anon button is for horny and embarrassed about it.

CONGRATS, the idea of Steve having an average/less than average sized dick is going to live in my head rent free. Actually, wait no, Steve with an actually pretty small dick, which just drives him insane bc that’s something the type of friends he had in high school would just stake him for, he’d never hear the end of it.

Which, when Eddie and Steve get together Steve is so so so anxious about it bc there’s actual lore around Steve’s dick from the people at HH who saw his padding and made assumptions, and some girls who’ve /claimed/ to have had sex with him always go on about how big he is so it’s like this /thing/. And Steve gets away with just blowing Eddie for a while bc, well, Steve loves giving head anyways and how much he loves it always just gets Eddie off even more, and he almost always just cums in his jeans while doing it. So, Eddie will get all disappointed he didn’t get to get his princess off and Steve will just wink and give him a ‘Next Time.’ every single time.

Now this could go in a few different ways like sweet conversations about Steve’s insecurities or Eddie just shoving his hand down Steve’s pants and Eddie kind of loving just how small he is and Steve getting off on the way Eddie’s talking about it and Hello Degradation Kink

oh my god yes I LOVE the thought of Steve continuously going down on Eddie at the start of their relationship and it works for a while because Steve is just so skilled with his mouth, and it means Eddie gets blow jobs like every day so hello, he's not about to complain when he has Steve Harrington on his knees for him begging to suck his dick!!! And even though he keeps meaning to bring it up, to ask why Steve never wants Eddie to reciprocate or touch him down there, Eddie's brain is melting out of his ears after every orgasm Steve gives him, and he forgets about it again for a few days.

But then one weekend Eddie's at Steve's house and they're making out on the couch with a movie on in the background completely forgotten and a bowl of popcorn upended on the floor, and Steve's about to do his customary thing of sliding down to the floor between Eddie's legs and undoing his belt, but Eddie stops him before he can, saying, "baby, no, I wanna touch you this time," and Steve's so turned on and subby-soft from all the kissing and the bites Eddie's left on his neck, that he's too slow to say no, or to push Eddie away, before Eddie's sliding his hand between his legs and cupping him through his jeans. Thinking he's about to feel Steve's hard cock pressed against the denim, but he opens his eyes, breaking the kiss when he can't feel much at all, actually feels padding through his jeans. He's like, "Stevie, babe, what's this?" and Steve's already on the verge of tears like, "Don't be mad at me, please? I've been too scared to tell you," and Eddie's like, "tell me what?" and it turns out that Steve's been pretending this whole time to have a big dick and the only reason he even has that reputation in the first place is because he was so good at making girls cum when he went down on them and people assumed it was because he was an amazing fuck and must have a big dick, when really he was just good with his mouth. And he's always been insecure about the size of it and has been padding the crotch of his jeans for years,

He's so scared that Eddie won't want him, won't be attracted to him or find him manly enough, but once he does pluck up the courage to show him, undoing his jeans and pushing down his underwear with trembling hands, Eddie doesn't do any of the things he's scared of. He doesn't laugh at him, or make fun, or look repulsed. Instead he stares at it, and with this breathy kind of exhale, like he's falling apart at the seams, he looks up at Steve with dark eyes and says, "oh baby boy, you are so fucking pretty, aren't you?"

thinking..... eddie having a dom drop. it's not a sudden thing, it's been coming for a while, this heaviness in his chest when steve cuddles into him for comfort after. guilt when steve winces sitting down the next day where eddie knows he used to feel smug. the way his heart hurts when steve cuddles into him because that's what he deserves. that what he should get. love and affection and comfort. not the messed up thing eddie gives him.

it breaks in him one night, steve sobbing, whimpering, twitching, begging and eddie just - can't. he only realizes he's stopped moving when steve does too, blinking away whatever space he's been going into, growing more panicked until he says, "shit, eddie, red." eddie panics too, because he must've gone over the limit this time, and steve will finally stop entertaining him and tell him to fuck off and -

"it's for you, baby," steve says. "you're crying."

and it takes a long coaxing and assuring from steve but eddie does tell him, embarrassed and scared and steve can only hold him close and promise it's okay, he loves what they have, but as long as he has eddie, anything is fine for him. if he can hold eddie at night and wake up with him, steve will be more than happy for the rest of his life, even if they never have sex again. they cuddle all night and eddie has never been more grateful for steve in his life

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it’s for you, baby, you’re crying’ oh ANON!!

Eddie putting steve before hisemfl for so long he doesn’t recognise any of the signs that should be flagging up to him. He loves Steve so desperately that he just wants to give every single part of himself, wants to give until Steve has all of him and Eddie lives for him.

He knows he should pull back, should check in with himself but he doesn’t and so the Drop happens. And when is does it eats him up inside, thinks that he can’t give Steve what he wants, what he needs. That if he can’t do this then what’s the point? He has nothing else to offer.

But then Steve starts talking, pulls Eddie in, lets Eddie hold him against his chest, knowing that is what he needs right now. At first Eddie doesn’t really register what Steve is saying, too busy with poisonous thoughts of failure but eventually Steve’s voice breaks through. Tells Eddie of how much he loves him, that he just wants Eddie. Only Eddie whatever that means in the moment, doesn’t care about anything else as long as Eddie is there. They could be sitting eating soggy cereal wrapped in a too think blanket in the middle of January while they argue about who didn’t pay the utility bills and that would be enough.

He tells Eddie with words and with actions, thumb stroking over his knuckles as he holds his hand, placing a soft kiss on the skin there. Pulls himself up so he’s face to face with eddie, both of them sharing the same pillow, enjoying the proximity with no expectation of things going further. ‘It’s you Eddie, you are the one that makes things good. I don’t care what we do. All I care about is coming home to you and hearing about whatever you want to rant to me about this week. And me telling you about a sports game that you don’t care about. I just want us.’

Eddie leans in, lets their foreheads rest together and smiles. ‘Love you, Steve’

I am by no means the first person to say this, but hear me out. Steve and Eddie went to the same school. There's no way Eddie didn't see those ridiculously short shorts on Steve. I imagine him quietly losing his damn mind everytime.

During a basketball match, Steve bends down to pick up the ball, all sweaty and panting and right in front of Eddie. Eddie manages to excuse himself to go to the bathroom before he makes a fool of himself in front of the entire school. He starts to time his trips to the locker room in such a way that Steve is not there at the same time as he is, because there Steve is shirtless - and that's on top of the shorts. Eddie needs to maintain his sanity somehow. What's left of it anyway.

In the privacy of his own room, he probably gets frustrated about how his hands don't quite get him off like they used to. Like it's not enough anymore. So he does that thing where he cuts circulation in his right hand, just enough to numb it until he can tell himself it feels like someone else's.

And all the while Steve's been doing this intentionally and is still looking for new ways to rile him up. He likes feeling wanted.

Eddie going around the back of the school to smoke, fully knowing that he’s probably going to run into the basketball team. Sure he could change the time of his smoke breaks but then he likes the routine he has and no jocks are going to change that.

It’s not that he knows the team plays shirts vs skins. It not that he has found a specific spot that allows him to have a direct line of sight into the gym hall to ogle a certain member of highschool royalty. Its simply that he enjoys a smoke at this particular time of day in this particular spot.

And if the things he sees in this spot happen to drift to the top of his mind when its late and night, hand wrapped around himself while he bites onto his arm to stop him moaning out the name of a boy that definitely doesn’t know who he is. Well that’s Eddie’s own problem to solve.

What he doesn’t know is that Steve has a spot too.

When Eddie isn’t looking, too wrapped in trying not to be obvious? Steve is looking right back. When he isn’t on the court, on the bench and waiting to be put in he can tilt his head in such a way that he can see Eddie. See his eyes scanning the court, searching. Knows he’s looking.

Steve’s caught Eddie looking in the halls. In the cafeteria too. Has felt the weight of his stare and enjoys it. Loses time thinking about how Eddie might see him, the way he might want him. Has his own fantasies crossing paths with Eddie after a match, still sweaty and seeing hunger in his eyes. Essentially his own desire reflected back at him.

Thinks about Eddie pushing him up against the brick wall, the stone scratching the back of Steve’s arms as he moves. Dreams about Eddie getting on his knees, holding Steve’s hips against the wall after pulling his cock out of his shorts. It’s a nightly occurnace, steve palming himself over his boxers, teasing himself at the thought of the boy that tries to hide how much he wants Steve

ahhh tying Steve down. I'm so glad we're on the same brainwave because that's where my brain went too.  also can you imaging the aftercare?  I feel like Eddie would be so careful and attentive. he would make sure Steve is OK and clean him up and place the most gentle kisses on his forhead and Steve is just melting into the mattress. 🤌🥺 haha kill me.

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Somehow??? I missed this ask??? But yes, yes you are absolutely RIGHT. Eddie leaning up and off Steve, barely able to move from bone tiredness that is setting in. Eddie carefully pulling off the wrist and ankle restraints, kissing the thin skin there before pulling Steve’s hands down and to his sides, letting the muscles finally relax. Eddie knowing Steve will be fine but still lets him know ‘just going to grab something to clean us up petal’ and he’s back before steve knows it. Wiping the sweat away and making sure to check over the boney part of steve’s wrist and ankles, rubbing in moisturiser to give some relief and not stopping until steve is practically purring. It ends with Eddie sliding under the covers and turning to let steve be the big spoon, knowing that steve feels best when he’s holding onto to eddie, nose buried in his hair

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Straight to Heaven, No Need to Pray

(steddie, mature explicit 😅, pwp)

“Harrington, what the hell?” Eddie whistles, making it overly obvious he’s taking in Steve’s room to hide the fact that he really is taking in every detail he can.

“Yeah, I know, man,” Steve says with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance. “My mom went nuts a couple of years ago and redid the entire house and I got stuck with,” he sweeps his arms around his room, “this.”

Eddie lets out a loud sound when he runs his eyes over Steve’s bed, something between a laugh and a yip. Can’t stop himself from crawling up on the mattress to run his fingers along the headboard, the polished wood smooth under his palms. He looks behind him and smiles at Steve, “This thing is a beauty, though.”

Steve stares at him for a beat, eyes barely blinking with that look he sometimes gets, like cogs are slowly turning in his head, connecting things. His mouth closes slowly and a deep flush fills his cheeks. He looks into Eddie’s eyes briefly and heat flares in Eddie’s stomach, a slow lick of arousal that has his knees going a little weak. But then Steve is looking away, working his way slowly down and just as slowly back up. His pupils grow as he looks at both Eddie’s hands wrapped around the solid wooden bar in the center of his headboard.

Eddie can't… He can’t move the entire time, barely breathes. Because Steve Harrington is seriously checking him out right now and Eddie is already at the beginning of a very awkward boner. In the quiet of the room, he swears he can hear himself swallow and maybe he can, the way Steve’s eyes instantly track the movement of his Adams apple.

“Harrington,” Eddie groans, drops his head to his shoulder to hide his eyes, his hands slipping from the headboard, deflating like his strings have been cut. Because Steve is killing him here, looking at him with his eyes like that, with his cheeks so hot that Eddie’s not sure if it’s embarrassment or arousal and he can’t think about that. Nope. Nope. No. That is dangerous territory.

But Steve rushes to kneel on the end of the bed, hand out as if to stop Eddie from moving further, “No, put your arms back up.”

When he glances at Steve over his shoulder, peaking at him through his bangs, Steve licks his lips, shuffles closer. Eddie can’t move, can’t fucking breathe until Steve is right behind him. He closes his eyes and tips his head forward when Steve reaches out, takes a shaky breath as Steve’s hands make contact with his skin. It comes out in quiet shuddering hitches when Steve trails his hands down his arms, wraps his fingers around Eddie’s wrists and lifts them up.

“Put ‘em back up, Eddie,” Steve says softly, brushing his nose against the hair covering Eddie’s ear. It tickles slightly, making a small shiver run through him.

He presses his head towards Steve a little, needing the contact, as he lets Steve manipulate his hands until they’re back at the bar, letting him curl Eddie’s fingers around it again. “What’re you doing, man?” He hates the waver in his voice, hates how much of a giveaway it is. But he can’t hide that this is fucking him up in the best way. Steve’s hands covering his are so wide they completely engulf his own. The hot dry feeling of them as they rock slightly over the backs of Eddie’s hands sends a tremor down through his arms. Steve’s body heat is burning his back, igniting his skin where Steve’s arms rest against his own, like there’s a crackling fireplace under his biceps where Steve’s bare arms are caging him in.

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Straight to Heaven, No Need to Pray

(steddie, mature explicit 😅, pwp)

“Harrington, what the hell?” Eddie whistles, making it overly obvious he’s taking in Steve’s room to hide the fact that he really is taking in every detail he can.

“Yeah, I know, man,” Steve says with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance. “My mom went nuts a couple of years ago and redid the entire house and I got stuck with,” he sweeps his arms around his room, “this.”

Eddie lets out a loud sound when he runs his eyes over Steve’s bed, something between a laugh and a yip. Can’t stop himself from crawling up on the mattress to run his fingers along the headboard, the polished wood smooth under his palms. He looks behind him and smiles at Steve, “This thing is a beauty, though.”

Steve stares at him for a beat, eyes barely blinking with that look he sometimes gets, like cogs are slowly turning in his head, connecting things. His mouth closes slowly and a deep flush fills his cheeks. He looks into Eddie’s eyes briefly and heat flares in Eddie’s stomach, a slow lick of arousal that has his knees going a little weak. But then Steve is looking away, working his way slowly down and just as slowly back up. His pupils grow as he looks at both Eddie’s hands wrapped around the solid wooden bar in the center of his headboard.

Eddie can't… He can’t move the entire time, barely breathes. Because Steve Harrington is seriously checking him out right now and Eddie is already at the beginning of a very awkward boner. In the quiet of the room, he swears he can hear himself swallow and maybe he can, the way Steve’s eyes instantly track the movement of his Adams apple.

“Harrington,” Eddie groans, drops his head to his shoulder to hide his eyes, his hands slipping from the headboard, deflating like his strings have been cut. Because Steve is killing him here, looking at him with his eyes like that, with his cheeks so hot that Eddie’s not sure if it’s embarrassment or arousal and he can’t think about that. Nope. Nope. No. That is dangerous territory.

But Steve rushes to kneel on the end of the bed, hand out as if to stop Eddie from moving further, “No, put your arms back up.”

When he glances at Steve over his shoulder, peaking at him through his bangs, Steve licks his lips, shuffles closer. Eddie can’t move, can’t fucking breathe until Steve is right behind him. He closes his eyes and tips his head forward when Steve reaches out, takes a shaky breath as Steve’s hands make contact with his skin. It comes out in quiet shuddering hitches when Steve trails his hands down his arms, wraps his fingers around Eddie’s wrists and lifts them up.

“Put ‘em back up, Eddie,” Steve says softly, brushing his nose against the hair covering Eddie’s ear. It tickles slightly, making a small shiver run through him.

He presses his head towards Steve a little, needing the contact, as he lets Steve manipulate his hands until they’re back at the bar, letting him curl Eddie’s fingers around it again. “What’re you doing, man?” He hates the waver in his voice, hates how much of a giveaway it is. But he can’t hide that this is fucking him up in the best way. Steve’s hands covering his are so wide they completely engulf his own. The hot dry feeling of them as they rock slightly over the backs of Eddie’s hands sends a tremor down through his arms. Steve’s body heat is burning his back, igniting his skin where Steve’s arms rest against his own, like there’s a crackling fireplace under his biceps where Steve’s bare arms are caging him in.

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Eddie „Center of the Universe“ Munson from Growing, Together on ao3 :)

No one touch me I am having thoughts about Steve in nothing but thigh-high stockings that are just that little bit too tight, so they squeeze his thighs. There are bruises on his thighs just above the top of the stockings in the shape of Eddie's fingers because he'd gripped them tightly all night, unable to keep his hands off his boyfriend's thick thighs. He loves the way they shake when Steve cums, loves the way they wrap tightly around his waist and he especially loves when they squeeze his head while he's sucking Steve off. He pulls back the tight fabric of the stockings and let's it snap back against Steve's thighs just to hear him whimper. God, he never wants Steve to wear anything else.

thinking about steve's pussy (again). he doesn't have the patience to trim the pubic hair all the time so once every few weeks he shaves it clean and lets it grow back. and eddie? don't get him wrong, he adores all of steve's body hair, he'd literally mourn if steve shaved his chest, but there's something about steve's pussy when it's so smooth. he'll put his hands on it all the time, not even sexually, not trying to do anything (although, if steve gets turned on - he usually does - and it does lead somewhere, neither is complaining), just cupping it, petting, feeling the delicate skin. steve will be cooking and eddie just come up to hug him from behind, one arm over steve's waist and one in his pants and steve leans into it, just - this kind of maybe weird, comfortable closeness and intimacy between them?? i'm obsessed, okay

(also, with no pubic hair to stop it, when steve gets wet - and he gets really wet - it drips down his thighs and hips and down under him, on the mattress, through the sheets, it drives eddie crazy. but he still loves it more when the hair grows back, loves the feel on his face when he eats steve out, loves the smell that lingers longer. until the next time steve shaves and he's reminded that steve can be so delicate, so vulnerable still)

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IM DOWN BAD FOR THIS ASK

Please please anon just let me try to be coherent about this

Eddie coming home and just immediately hugging Steve from behind, hand down steves sweats and just holding his hand down there and breathing in along Steve’s neck, feeling like he can finally let settle down for the day because he’s /home/

When Steve’s pubes are longer (he’s rocking a bush confidently sometimes) Eddie just cards his fingers through the hair. When they are sitting together Eddie’s just playing with Steve’s pubes, petting the area, it calms him down and Steve likes the intimacy

Steve goes for a Brazilian wax and he’s sore and red and puffy and Eddie can’t touch until the next day ‘too sore Ed’s, no’ and Eddie is DISTRAUGHT, he misses Steve’s pussy so much it’s all he can think about so he shoves his hand under the cold tap for 10 minutes and then down Steve’s boxers and they both sigh in relief

Steve post Brazilian getting turned on from how smooth he is, putting moisturise on to try and reduce ingrown hairs but ends up playing with himself becasur it’s wet and soft and good. And that’s how Eddie finds him when he goes looking after Steve vanishes for twenty minutes. He’s not even got any fingers in yet, just playing with his own wetness and Eddie’s immediately on his knees, begging for Steve to let him touch, let him taste

Full, thick bush Steve laying back on their bed as Eddie spreads his folds open, plays with his tdick and let’s the slick get everywhere. Gets Steve messy and hair matted down, making the prettiest picture he can before leaning down and taking Steves cock into his mouth and sucking as Steve pulls on his hair. Quickly devolving to Steve riding Eddie’s face, moving it how he wants, grinding on his nose

Okay but just thinking about vampire eddie :))))) riding Steve :))) pinning Steve down by his throat :))))) using his other hand to bring Steve’s wrist to his mouth :))))) Steve trying to stay still and be good for Eddie :)))) Eddie biting Steve’s wrist and Steve with his hands on eddies hips :))) cumming hard as Eddie puts a little more pressure over his neck :)))) Eddie moving Steve’s wrist away to lick over the wounds and tell him ‘not done yet stevie’ :))))))

good morning i have thoughts!

just thinking about Eddie's d&d throne. I mean it's a big chair. it looks pretty sturdy. What if Eddie drags Steve back to the school one night because he left some of his d&d stuff there. They break in (Eddie has his ways, it wouldn't be the first time he's broken into the school) and Eddie leads Steve to the theater department and as soon as Steve sees the big chair he drops himself into it, looking all smug and kingly, legs wide in those stupid jeans that Steve always wears too tight that Eddie has to keep himself from staring at too long. but now he can't stop staring because Steve looks so good sitting in *his* chair.

"How do I look?" Steve asks, charming as ever. Eddie just stares, eyes trailing all over Steve because he looks divine. Steve's voice drops, charm replaced with smugness as he shifts his legs wider "Like what you see. Munson?"

ANYWAYS. I just need both of them in that chair. or Eddie on his knees. or whatever. just... the chair. and I vaguely feel ftm Eddie in this but ??? whatever. just need them in the chair lol

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Fuck okay!!! OKAY!!! I am HEAVY vibing with this. Don’t mind me while I riff a little. Take what you want, leave what you don’t

Steve leans back a little, fully reclined in Eddie’s chair. It should feel wrong, somebody else on Eddie’s throne but Steve looks so right there, and he knows it too. Steve tilts his head up, raising his chin slightly with a slight smirk and Eddie can feel himself walking up to the other boy without telling his legs to move. Completely entranced by whatever power steve has over him. As much as cocky king Steve is a Thing for eddie, he still needs to learn a lesson about respecting the throne.

Eddie stands between Steve’s legs, and Steve slowly peels himself from the back of the chair to run his hands over Eddie’s thighs, his hips, circling his waist and back down over his ass, trying to pull him closer. Pull him down onto his lap. Eddie has other plans though, resists Steve’s unspoken demand.

He grabs Steve’s hands and guides them to the top of the chair, presses them to hold on, raises an eyebrow and Steve gives a slow nod in return. Slowly, Eddie sinks to his knees and starts undoing the button of Steve’s jeans, pulls the zipper down and lowers his head so that he can nose over Steve’s quickly hardening cock. He doesn’t take the boxers down, knows steve loves the tease of it, the feeling of being played with.

Eddie looks up from his position and Steve’s eyes are laser focused on him, on Eddie’s hand that is achingly slowly moving over the tented fabric. Steves breath skittering as Eddie teases the head, makes to dip his fingers under the waistband of the briefs before pulling back and trailing his hand over Steve’s stomach. There’s a wet patch on Steve’s boxers now that Eddie delights in, loves knowing that Steve gets off on this as much as he does.

Steve let’s a moan out when Eddie mouths over his dick, letting the fabric get wet with spit, outlining the length of Steve with his tongue. Eddie hums in response, letting the vibrations settle into Steve’s skin. Only then does he pull Steve out of his boxers, spitting into his own hand and using the pre-cum to slide his fist over steve who bucks his hips in an attempt to chase the sensation. Eddie pulls back, stands up and starts to speak as he starts to pull his shorts off. Thankful for once, for the summer heat meaning he doesn’t have to wrestle with removing skinny jeans. He pulls the shorts off with his own boxers over his shoes, too sex hazed to do anything more than that.

‘King Steve seems to think he can just take whatever throne he likes. Thinks that he’s in charge, is that right?’ Steve is eying Eddie the entire time but resolutely not taking his arms down from where he grips the chair back. As soon as Eddie’s boxers come off Steves full attention is to the thatch of curls, slick with the arousal that has been building in Eddie, his tdick red and swollen.

Eddies takes his time, runs a hand over himself, spreads his folds open before sitting in Steve’s lap ‘Well I think it’s time you learned who’s really in charge Stevie.’ The whine released from Steve’s throat is high and needy as he stares wide eyed and frantic while Eddie ruts their cocks together, the combined wetness making it a smooth glide.

‘Eddie. Eddie please. Fu- fuck so good, so fucking good. Please, wanna be inside, wanna fuck you ple-‘ it’s almost adorable, eddie thinks to himself, how pussy drunk Steve can get before he’s even inside.

‘Ah Steve, sweetheart, who’s in charge here?’ He slows his hips to make a point and Steve follows. ‘Got to learn your lesson.’ He starts moving again but can’t resist long before he stands and gets a hand on Steve’s cock, guiding it into his wet hole. Steve is doing his best, arms surely aching by now as he hisses, letting Eddie slowly sink down. When he bottoms out he leans into Steve, whispers in his ear ‘who’s your king?’

Steves arms are shaking, as he moans ‘you, you always you’ and Eddie takes Steve’s hands, places them on his hips. Lips hovering over Steves own before he kisses him ‘show me’

good morning i have thoughts!

just thinking about Eddie's d&d throne. I mean it's a big chair. it looks pretty sturdy. What if Eddie drags Steve back to the school one night because he left some of his d&d stuff there. They break in (Eddie has his ways, it wouldn't be the first time he's broken into the school) and Eddie leads Steve to the theater department and as soon as Steve sees the big chair he drops himself into it, looking all smug and kingly, legs wide in those stupid jeans that Steve always wears too tight that Eddie has to keep himself from staring at too long. but now he can't stop staring because Steve looks so good sitting in *his* chair.

"How do I look?" Steve asks, charming as ever. Eddie just stares, eyes trailing all over Steve because he looks divine. Steve's voice drops, charm replaced with smugness as he shifts his legs wider "Like what you see. Munson?"

ANYWAYS. I just need both of them in that chair. or Eddie on his knees. or whatever. just... the chair. and I vaguely feel ftm Eddie in this but ??? whatever. just need them in the chair lol

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Fuck okay!!! OKAY!!! I am HEAVY vibing with this. Don’t mind me while I riff a little. Take what you want, leave what you don’t

Steve leans back a little, fully reclined in Eddie’s chair. It should feel wrong, somebody else on Eddie’s throne but Steve looks so right there, and he knows it too. Steve tilts his head up, raising his chin slightly with a slight smirk and Eddie can feel himself walking up to the other boy without telling his legs to move. Completely entranced by whatever power steve has over him. As much as cocky king Steve is a Thing for eddie, he still needs to learn a lesson about respecting the throne.

Eddie stands between Steve’s legs, and Steve slowly peels himself from the back of the chair to run his hands over Eddie’s thighs, his hips, circling his waist and back down over his ass, trying to pull him closer. Pull him down onto his lap. Eddie has other plans though, resists Steve’s unspoken demand.

He grabs Steve’s hands and guides them to the top of the chair, presses them to hold on, raises an eyebrow and Steve gives a slow nod in return. Slowly, Eddie sinks to his knees and starts undoing the button of Steve’s jeans, pulls the zipper down and lowers his head so that he can nose over Steve’s quickly hardening cock. He doesn’t take the boxers down, knows steve loves the tease of it, the feeling of being played with.

Eddie looks up from his position and Steve’s eyes are laser focused on him, on Eddie’s hand that is achingly slowly moving over the tented fabric. Steves breath skittering as Eddie teases the head, makes to dip his fingers under the waistband of the briefs before pulling back and trailing his hand over Steve’s stomach. There’s a wet patch on Steve’s boxers now that Eddie delights in, loves knowing that Steve gets off on this as much as he does.

Steve let’s a moan out when Eddie mouths over his dick, letting the fabric get wet with spit, outlining the length of Steve with his tongue. Eddie hums in response, letting the vibrations settle into Steve’s skin. Only then does he pull Steve out of his boxers, spitting into his own hand and using the pre-cum to slide his fist over steve who bucks his hips in an attempt to chase the sensation. Eddie pulls back, stands up and starts to speak as he starts to pull his shorts off. Thankful for once, for the summer heat meaning he doesn’t have to wrestle with removing skinny jeans. He pulls the shorts off with his own boxers over his shoes, too sex hazed to do anything more than that.

‘King Steve seems to think he can just take whatever throne he likes. Thinks that he’s in charge, is that right?’ Steve is eying Eddie the entire time but resolutely not taking his arms down from where he grips the chair back. As soon as Eddie’s boxers come off Steves full attention is to the thatch of curls, slick with the arousal that has been building in Eddie, his tdick red and swollen.

Eddies takes his time, runs a hand over himself, spreads his folds open before sitting in Steve’s lap ‘Well I think it’s time you learned who’s really in charge Stevie.’ The whine released from Steve’s throat is high and needy as he stares wide eyed and frantic while Eddie ruts their cocks together, the combined wetness making it a smooth glide.

‘Eddie. Eddie please. Fu- fuck so good, so fucking good. Please, wanna be inside, wanna fuck you ple-‘ it’s almost adorable, eddie thinks to himself, how pussy drunk Steve can get before he’s even inside.

‘Ah Steve, sweetheart, who’s in charge here?’ He slows his hips to make a point and Steve follows. ‘Got to learn your lesson.’ He starts moving again but can’t resist long before he stands and gets a hand on Steve’s cock, guiding it into his wet hole. Steve is doing his best, arms surely aching by now as he hisses, letting Eddie slowly sink down. When he bottoms out he leans into Steve, whispers in his ear ‘who’s your king?’

Steves arms are shaking, as he moans ‘you, you always you’ and Eddie takes Steve’s hands, places them on his hips. Lips hovering over Steves own before he kisses him ‘show me’