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Wrap Me Around Your Finger
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“Hey, it’s fine.” Steve’s hand twitches like he wants to reach out assuringly, but can’t because Eddie’s boner is right there. “That… kinda happens when I do this with the guys on the team too. Just part of getting a massage.”
“The whole team, huh?” Eddie feels delirious as he blurts out, “Slut.”
Before he can clap a hand over his stupid mouth, Steve laughs and shoots back, “Virgin.”
Or, Eddie gets worked up when Steve rubs his sore muscles, but Steve doesn’t mind.
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happy day 2 of @subeddieweek !!
thought I’d break my non-writing streak and contribute a small little post for today.
prompt: cockwarming
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Steve loves seeing him like this.
Completely blissed out of his mind, cheeks flushed red, puffy lips stretched wide, spit running down his chin, glassy eyes blown wide.
Even better when Steve’s currently busy. He works from home on Wednesday’s and always has an hour long Zoom meeting talking about the rest of the week’s to-do list, and anything that might need to be done on Monday.
So here he is, sat at his desk while one of his other co-workers is speaking, not paying any attention to the man on his knees under his desk.
“So if we cap the budget at, let’s say, eighty thousand, do you think that would work, Steve?” One of the voices addresses him.
And Steve? Completely normal. As if the wet, hot mouth around him isn’t there.
Steve moves to rest both of his elbows on the table, shifting his body by scooting up in the chair more. Which causes Eddie to gag and gargle quietly around him.
Under the desk, Eddie’s eyes slam shut at the sudden movement of Steve’s cock being pushed even deeper into his throat. His throat convulses around the tip, a pitiful wretch coming from him. He blinks a few times in succession to clear his vision of the new tears.
Eddie whimpers at the feeling of one of Steve’s hand cradling his cheek as if to say, Good boy. Doing so well for me.
Eddie’s knees have gone numb from the countless minutes he’s been under the desk. His jaw, too. He wouldn’t be surprised if he got lockjaw.
Eddie knows Steve, or someone, is talking, but he doesn’t know what’s being said. It’s all just a hum around him. His head feels light and the only thing he needs to focus on is the cock stuffed down his throat and being good; not making any sound and to just sit there and take it.
Eddie looks up at Steve through blurry eyes and whimpers. He looks so good.
He’s wearing his glasses today. He usually does when working from home. He’s in a business casual shirt, but completely naked from the waist down since the Zoom can’t see.
Eddie subconsciously notices the flush on Steve’s cheeks and the very slight sheen on the base of his neck. Eddie takes that as a silent token of pride. Steve runs a hand through Eddie’s hair without looking at him, keeping his focus on the computer monitor in front of him. He digs his fingers in and tugs.
It’s all playful, but Eddie’s dick doesn’t catch that part. It throbs in the air, Eddie’s hips give an involuntary thrust.
But he’s quiet. He doesn’t make a sound.
Because that’s what Steve told him to do; it’s what he was taught.
All he knows is that his lover will take care of him soon in whatever way he decides for him. Until that moment, though, he needs to sit on his knees with a stuffed throat, waiting and dripping.
#sub eddie week#sub eddie munson#cockwarming#steve harrington x eddie munson#eddie x steve#steve x eddie#eddie x steve smut#steve x eddie smut#steve harrington x eddie munson smut#steddie
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Steve watched Eddie's van turn the corner and shut the front door, closing himself away from the outside world so none of his neighbors could see him as he rested his forehead against the painted wood.
"I'm not going to cry," he told himself.
He said it even as his eyes began to burn and his face began to twist, teeth grinding and throat closing. He wiped quickly at his face, again and again, as he stumbled to the couch to sit, drying each tear as it rolled down his cheeks, clinging to his jaw.
"I'm not going to fucking cry," Steve choked, and then doubled over into himself, arms around his thighs, and he began to sob.
So what if he was twenty-two, living in his parent's house alone, working the same dead-end job with a sixteen year old manager. So what if all his friends and family were in college, spread out from New York to Chicago to Los Angeles. So what if his boyfriend was moving to Seattle for his band and they broke up, because Steve was never going to be his parents, resenting and being resented for keeping his partner from his dreams. So what if he was too scared to ask Eddie to stay, to ask Eddie if Steve could go with him. So what if everyone moved on and Steve couldn't?
Steve grew up lonely. He could get used to it again.
He didn't realize how hard he was crying until the front door burst back open and Eddie hurled himself at Steve's feet, long limbed and clumsy and babbling.
"Baby, oh fuck, I'm sorry," he said, already untangling Steve from himself, tying all his loose ends back up together with his until they were a knot of their own. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Stevie. I never should have— I wanted to—"
"I'm sorry," Steve sobbed back. He gasped and swallowed it all back down. Eddie had already gotten them raveled up again, it would take forever to pick it back apart. Steve knew it would hurt worse this time. "Fuck, Ed, you didn't have to— I'll be okay, I don't want to hold you back—"
"Come with me," Eddie burst.
And Steve couldn't help himself, and began to sob again.
"Please," Eddie begged over Steve's crying, his voice shaking and his face wet enough to match Steve's. "Please, sweetheart, honey, please just come with me?"
Steve took a shaky breath, embarrassed and now too full of hope and fear. "You sure?" he whispered. He pressed his face into Eddie's neck, breathing him in again for what might be the last time, again. "Eddie, don't—"
"I'm so sure," Eddie said. "I'm so fucking sure, Steve, please."
"Okay," Steve breathed. Eddie had always been the braver of the two of them, especially when it counted. Steve leaned back so he could look at him, red faced and watery eyes. He tried to give Eddie a smile, but he knew it was wobbly and weak. "Okay."
All of Steve's fears meant nothing as he watched the happiness break like dawn over Eddie's face.
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Steve watched Eddie's van turn the corner and shut the front door, closing himself away from the outside world so none of his neighbors could see him as he rested his forehead against the painted wood.
"I'm not going to cry," he told himself.
He said it even as his eyes began to burn and his face began to twist, teeth grinding and throat closing. He wiped quickly at his face, again and again, as he stumbled to the couch to sit, drying each tear as it rolled down his cheeks, clinging to his jaw.
"I'm not going to fucking cry," Steve choked, and then doubled over into himself, arms around his thighs, and he began to sob.
So what if he was twenty-two, living in his parent's house alone, working the same dead-end job with a sixteen year old manager. So what if all his friends and family were in college, spread out from New York to Chicago to Los Angeles. So what if his boyfriend was moving to Seattle for his band and they broke up, because Steve was never going to be his parents, resenting and being resented for keeping his partner from his dreams. So what if he was too scared to ask Eddie to stay, to ask Eddie if Steve could go with him. So what if everyone moved on and Steve couldn't?
Steve grew up lonely. He could get used to it again.
He didn't realize how hard he was crying until the front door burst back open and Eddie hurled himself at Steve's feet, long limbed and clumsy and babbling.
"Baby, oh fuck, I'm sorry," he said, already untangling Steve from himself, tying all his loose ends back up together with his until they were a knot of their own. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Stevie. I never should have— I wanted to—"
"I'm sorry," Steve sobbed back. He gasped and swallowed it all back down. Eddie had already gotten them raveled up again, it would take forever to pick it back apart. Steve knew it would hurt worse this time. "Fuck, Ed, you didn't have to— I'll be okay, I don't want to hold you back—"
"Come with me," Eddie burst.
And Steve couldn't help himself, and began to sob again.
"Please," Eddie begged over Steve's crying, his voice shaking and his face wet enough to match Steve's. "Please, sweetheart, honey, please just come with me?"
Steve took a shaky breath, embarrassed and now too full of hope and fear. "You sure?" he whispered. He pressed his face into Eddie's neck, breathing him in again for what might be the last time, again. "Eddie, don't—"
"I'm so sure," Eddie said. "I'm so fucking sure, Steve, please."
"Okay," Steve breathed. Eddie had always been the braver of the two of them, especially when it counted. Steve leaned back so he could look at him, red faced and watery eyes. He tried to give Eddie a smile, but he knew it was wobbly and weak. "Okay."
All of Steve's fears meant nothing as he watched the happiness break like dawn over Eddie's face.
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rocket queen
a gift for @amethyst-crowns bc you gave me brainworms bitch <3
5.8k words | explicit | ao3
Steve breaks up with his shitbag drummer boyfriend and fucks his frontman in the studio with the mics on.
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The Guns N' Roses "Rocket Queen" AU.
ames told me about the backstory of Guns N' Roses' rocket queen this weekend and the thought hasn't left me alone since.
so here are nearly six thousand words of steddie fucking in the studio for revenge but like, a lot fluffier than the actual gnr situation turned out to be.
Halfway through a joint and not nearly as far into production as he should be, Eddie’s a split-second from ripping his hair out.
The song is great. One of his favorites yet despite the fact that it is less than savory and probably downright mean.
It’s not the song that’s giving him grief.
Well, it is a little, sure.
But rather the argument he’s sitting privy to in the studio that he could care less about. One side of it at least.
Steve is pacing back and forth in the control room and yelling into his phone, face gone red and angry. Why is he even here? Eddie lacks full context as to what’s going on here but from the bits and pieces he’s cared enough to pay attention to it sounds like Steve and Ryan are breaking up.
Again.
It’s got to be the third time in as many months and at this point Eddie doesn’t understand why Steve sticks around. Ryan is a piece of work, both personally and professionally. Eddie can hardly stand to even work with him so he’s got less than an idea as to what Steve sees in him.
“Yes you fucking did, Ryan. Why else would I be wasting my time with you? It’s not like I’m getting anything out of it!”
And ouch.
Ryan is notorious for stringing his partners along and making them think there’s something there when there’s not. Not on his side anyway. Kind of hates that Steve’s gotten dragged into it as well. From the handful of times he’s really hung out with Steve he knows he’s a doll. Really thinks it’s shitty that a guy as good as him is putting up with Ryan’s bullshit.
But to hear your not-boyfriend who knows you think of him as a not-boyfriend say that he’s not getting anything out of your situation that can only really be sex? Yikes. Eddie may not be Ryan’s biggest fan but that was a hell of a blow.
“Oh fuck you actually. Your dick is not big enough for you to talk to me like I’m disposable.”
Eddie barks out a laugh. Slaps a hand over his mouth when Steve’s face jerks his direction like he forgot he wasn’t alone. He rolls his eyes, but clearly not at Eddie, because he’s smiling and making a chatterbox motion with his hand while they both listen to the tinny angry version of Ryan’s voice coming through the phone.
“No you are disposable, that's the thing. And I can actually say that with some authority,” he throws up air quotes around the word even though Ryan isn’t there to see it. “Nobody in the band even fucking likes you, dude. They could kick you out tomorrow and be better off for it.”
Eddie raises his joint like it's glass and their producer snorts on the other side of the room, nodding his agreement.
This little tiff might be distracting Eddie from getting any work done but at least it's entertaining.
There’s more yelling, louder this time, from the other end and Steve just holds the phone away from his ear and sighs while he waits for it to quiet.
“So, I didn���t listen to any of that, and I don’t care what you said. We’re done, asshole,” he hangs up before Ryan can get a word in.
Steve throws the phone on the couch and sighs. Heavy like a weight’s just been lifted off his shoulders and he can finally breathe.
Eddie takes a hit and watches in silence as Steve walks over toward the empty stool next to him. Doesn’t want to be the first one to speak after that. Wouldn’t know what to say.
Steve puts his head in his hands while Eddie runs back a few seconds of the song he’s working on. Makes a few more notes of changes he wants to make. Things he wants to add. Gives Steve some time to decide if he wants to talk or if he just wants to sit.
They haven’t hung out too many times but Eddie still feels like he inherently knows Steve. He knew first that Steve’s gorgeous. That anyone would be lucky to get their hands on him and that he would just have to suffer and watch while Ryan blew his chance all because he beat Eddie to it. He knows that Steve is funny. That he’s sweet. That he’s a little bitchy as evidenced by his earlier phone call. He also knows that sometimes he’s the life of the party and sometimes he just wants to be around someone. Eddie doesn’t mind if that’s what he’s after today. He’s got work to do anyway.
After a few more minutes Steve takes a deep breath. Lays his head on his arms and turns to look at Eddie with his pretty, pretty eyes.
His voice is soft when he finally speaks. A stark comparison to the venom that was in it a few minutes ago.
“I’m sorry. About, you know. All that.”
Eddie huffs a quiet laugh.
“Don’t be. He probably deserved it, yeah?”
This earns him a soft smile and a laugh.
“And more, honestly. I just don’t care enough to fight about it anymore.”
Eddie’s heart cracks the tiniest bit. He knows Steve’s not really that hurt. Knows because every time they’d had one of their blowout fights he’d cared a little less. He can hear it in his voice now that he’s not worried about it anymore.
Eddie presses a few buttons, shifts up some levels and shrugs.
“Still sucks though. Sorry you had to deal with him.”
Steve shifts and sits up, stretches out like a cat with his hands braced against his thighs. Eddie has to avert his eyes lest he open his mouth and say something stupid.
“I’m not. I had my reasons.”
Eddie doesn’t have time to be confused or ask what he means by that because Steve’s propping his chin in his hands and smiling at him all sunny.
“So. What are we working on?”
He shakes himself out of his stupor and runs a hand through his hair. He didn’t smoke that much but Jesus. The high paired with a sunshiney Steve might be enough to do his big, dumb head in.
“Uh. Just trying to finish up this one song. I know what I want to add to it but everyone keeps telling me I’m “being unreasonable, Eddie,”” he throws up air quotes.
Steve shifts a bit more towards him. Hums before he asks, “Well what’s the song about?”
Eddie hisses through his teeth and gives a self-deprecating chuckle.
“It’s not the nicest. But I really love how it turned out.” He crosses his arms over his chest and props up against the soundboard. Sees his producer raising an eyebrow at him and he resolutely ignores it. “You’ve been around for a bit, you know I had that um, tumultuous relationship a while back?” Steve nods sagely like he knew the ins and outs of the very complicated not really relationship he had earlier in the year that honestly did them both dirty. Eddie really hopes he doesn’t or he’s not going to look any better than Ryan and wouldn’t that be a downright tragedy? “Yeah well it’s about that, basically. I wrote it when I was still in the throes of it all though so I didn’t exactly hold back.”
Steve hums. Watches quietly while Eddie makes another quick note before the thought escapes him.
He goes back to working his way through, noting prospective changes and additions and it’s quiet for a few minutes.
Then Steve clears his throat a bit and asks, softly, “Well, what did you want to add to it? I don’t think it’s very fair of everyone else to call you unreasonable if it's your song.”
Eddie laughs, dry and smirks at him. “That’s because you don’t know what I was asking for, sweetheart.”
And maybe he shouldn’t be calling Steve “sweetheart” half an hour after he and his not-boyfriend broke up but that’s what he is isn’t he? Sitting there quiet and pretty while Eddie works, telling him he cares about what Eddie wants and that other people should too.
Steve leans in closer toward him and tilts his head. His hair flops down over his face and Eddie is distracted. That’s the reason he answers the question. It is.
“Then tell me.”
“I wanted an audio of me having sex over it,” He says. “Couldn’t exactly get anyone on board though.”
He expects Steve to laugh. To shove at his shoulder and agree with everyone else with an, “Oh yeah that is unreasonable actually.”
What he gets though?
A different animal entirely.
If it weren’t for Ricky taking a break from playback and leaving the studio quiet, Eddie might not have heard it. But as it were, he catches when Steve’s breath hitches in his chest. A quiet gasp that would’ve otherwise been swallowed up by music turns deafening. The way Steve’s eyes blow wide and dark and drop down to Eddie’s lips for a split second is enough to send him into a tailspin.
His answered, “I am.”
Eddie really needs to get with his dealer and figure out what he sold him. Because he refuses to believe that the way he’s rendered completely stupid is just because of a pretty boy.
It’s Steve though so anything is possible.
“You’re what?”
Then that caught-out look is gone from Steve’s face and it's replaced with something else. Something that makes his eyes hang heavy and his head tilt. If Eddie didn’t feel like he’s five steps behind maybe he’d recognize it. Notice that Steve’s given him this same look before and it always left him fucked up afterward.
But instead he’s shocked to his core when Steve clarifies, “On board. I’d do it.”
He blinks. Once, twice.
Shakes his head to clear it and finds that nothing’s changed when he’s done. That Steve’s still looking at him like he wants to eat him. Like he wants to be eaten.
“You’d let me fuck you and record the audio for a song? Like– to put on the album?”
Steve rolls his eyes and stands. Steps toward Eddie and wraps his arms up and around his neck. He steps up in between his legs and Eddie’s hands land on his hip and his thigh and he is so, so confused.
“Let you– Jesus Christ.” Steve leans in and noses up the line of Eddie’s neck before he bites at his jaw. He leans back and his eyes dart all over Eddie’s face and he smiles. “Are we still pretending like you don’t know I only ever hung around you guys to get closer to you?”
A million different memories, moments flash through Eddie’s mind and he’s grasping at straws trying to get a hold on any one of them. All the times back at the beginning when Steve was always around. All the times he seemed a lot less interested in what the other guys were working on when Eddie’d say he was leaving. The nights they were out and Ryan would leave and Steve would stick around. Throw back more drinks and party with the rest of them like his boyfriend’s presence or lack thereof had nothing to do with the fun he was having.
Steve’s laugh is soft against his skin where he’s mouthing at his neck again. He huffs and brings one leg up and over Eddie’s lap and the other follows until he’s squirming and Eddie’s hands have to wrap around his thighs to keep him still. “Oh there it is. Now it’s clicking, huh?”
Eddie stutters out a “What? Steve, I– what?”
He pulls back to look at Eddie again, a concern painted over his pretty features that Eddie would do whatever it takes to get rid of.
“Do you not– do you not want to? I thought–”
Eddie does not want to hear the end of that sentence. He tugs him forward, tighter against him and catches his pretty lips in a kiss. Swallows down the squeak that it elicits and holds himself back from going completely stupid at the taste of his mouth.
When Eddie speaks it's directly into Steve’s mouth. His tongue chasing the words down like he doesn’t want to lose them. Like Eddie won’t say them as many times as he wants to hear.
“Oh I do sweetheart. Always wanted to. Thought I missed my chance.”
Steve gasps and tightens his arms around his neck. Licks into his mouth and whines when one of Eddie’s hands tucks into his back pocket.
“Thought you didn’t want one.”
His other hand skims up Steve’s back and squeezes the back of his neck, makes him melt in Eddie’s arms.
“No shot, sweet thing. Wanted you as long as I’ve known you. Hated seeing you with Ryan.”
Steve laughs, happy. Smacks a series of wet kisses to Eddie’s lips, his cheeks, his jaw.
“Yeah me too. Worth it though.”
Eddie’s own smile feels like it might split right off his face. “Yeah? Just wanted some attention didn’t you sweetheart?”
Steve’s hands cradle the sides of his neck as he grinds his hips down, makes Eddie groan deep in his chest. Stops kissing him long enough to get out an, “Uh huh. Just wanted you to look at me.”
The hand in his pocket squeezes and he feels Steve’s breath shudder. “I was looking, angel. That’s not all you wanted is it?”
His cheeks flush a beautiful pink that might just be Eddie’s new favorite color. He shakes his head. Thumbs at Eddie’s bottom lip and Eddie watches the moment his eyes go hazy. “Wanted you to want me. Wanted you to fuck me.” He tucks his face into Eddie’s neck again, gone quiet and sweet. “Wanted to be yours.”
Now that Steve can’t see him he throws a look towards Ricky that says “Are you hearing this?” Can’t really believe it himself. All he gets is an eye roll and middle finger in return.
He smooths his hands up and down Steve’s sides, settles them back on his hips with a squeeze. “Think I can help with that.”
He feels Steve’s smile against his neck before he sits back up and lets him see that pretty face. Eddie can’t help but kiss him one more time.
Steve starts to tug at his t-shirt but Eddie stops him with a hand to his wrist.
The confused look on his face makes him look a bit like a puppy and Eddie stores that away for later. For now he just smiles at him and rubs circles on his skin.
“Were you serious earlier? About letting me record this? I would love nothing more than to fuck Ryan’s boyfriend and put it on the record but I am happy for this to just be you and me if that’s what you want.”
Steve all but melts in his lap and the smile on his face is one Eddie wants to see forever.
“Look how sweet you are under all this,” he gestures to Eddie’s whole everything.
He snorts. “Don’t know that sweet is a word many people would use to describe me, sweetheart.”
Steve kisses him once, tender and way too soft for what they may or may not be about to do.
“I would.” He kisses him again. “Yes. I want to. Want him to hear you fuck me better than he did. Wanna record our first time so I can listen to it whenever I want.”
This time it's not the high, but the blood rushing straight out of his brain that leaves him rattled.
“First time, huh?”
Steve giggles and Eddie wants to bottle the sound.
“Mhm. No way in hell you’re getting rid of me.”
Eddie can’t help but to bite him. SInks his teeth into the side of his neck and knows he leaves a mark. Wants to leave more. Hears Steve’s breath hitch and then sigh, his hands squeezing at Eddie’s arms.
He sits back upright and admires the deep red blooming under his skin. Smacks a hand to Steve’s ass just to hear him squeak.
“Alright angel. Up you get. Gotta get in the booth for this.”
He knows his smile is gone a little crazed, a little wild. But the way Steve’s biting at his own lip and near vibrating with energy makes him feel like he could fly.
Steve runs off toward the booth and Eddie collects himself as much as he can and cares to before he walks over to Ricky.
The producer looks bored of his shenanigans but when has Eddie ever not gotten his way?
“You’ve got one shot to get what you want out of this kid. I’m not doing this a second time.”
Eddie smiles, leans over the table. “I owe you one, Ricky. Do me a favor? Make sure both mics are on. I’ve got a feeling he’s a squirmy one.”
Ricky mumbles a “Jesus Christ” under his breath as Eddie walks away.
When he finds Steve he’s dragged one of the sofas from the control room into the booth and he’s stretched across it with a wide smile.
Eddie snorts. “You know that’s gonna fuck up the sound, right?”
Steve scoffs. “Well I am not letting you fuck me on the floor.”
He laughs and kicks the door shut behind himself. He wastes no time in tugging his shirt off and over his head, Steve’s eyes following the lines of his tattoos as he knees over him and gets right back in his space.
He drags a hand down his chest until he reaches the button of his jeans. Looks up at this pretty, pretty boy with a question in his eyes. Steve’s nodding and tugging his own shirt up and off before Eddie can even shift to work open his button.
He shimmies his jeans and his underwear down his legs, desperate to get his hands on Steve’s skin. To get his boy naked and fucked up for everyone to hear.
The long lines of his body are just as beautiful as he’d dreamed. He’s gorgeous from his strong, thick thighs, to the hair covering his chest, to his pretty pink cock standing hard against his tummy.
Eddie spares a second just to look at him. Lets his eyes roam his body like a map until he squirms and whines.
“Ed, c’mon already.”
He leans back over him and noses up the line of his neck. Bites at his jaw just to hear his breathing.
“Let me take my time with you sweets.”
Steve groans and rolls his eyes and that won’t do.
Eddie lands a sharp smack to his thigh and gets a stuttered gasp in response.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me. You’re the one who’s been making me wait, sweetheart. Not the other way around.”
He catches Steve’s wrists and stretches to pin them up above Steve’s head. He arches into the stretch and hums.
“M’sorry Eddie. Just want it so bad.”
He kisses him again. Can’t not. Not when his pretty, pouty mouth is right there for the taking.
“I know you do, baby.” Steve’s breath hitches. “Gonna give it to you soon.”
Steve’s eyes have gone wide and his flush has spread down his neck.
“You like that don’t you, baby?” A squeak and a nod. “Wanna be my baby?”
The breath he lets out is as if he’d been underwater.
“Please.”
Eddie smiles, sharp and all teeth. Squeezes at his wrists once.
“Leave these here.”
Steve nods.
Eddie shifts up so he can lift Steve’s legs and bend them up and open towards his chest. He knows Steve’s flexible, has partied with him and seen him dance enough to know that he’s got a little stretch in him.
Still that doesn’t stop the groan from rattling from his chest at the sight of his pretty, pink hole and the muscles of his thighs pulled taut.
“Jesus, baby. Look at you.”
Steve whines and tucks his face to the side, red blooming across his cheeks. Eddie knows he wants to hide his face, but he doesn’t move his hands because he’s so good.
“My gorgeous, good boy.”
Steve’s gasp is high and keening and the musician in Eddie is already thrilled at the prospect of getting to put that in his song.
He wastes no time in getting his mouth on him. No point in acting like he hasn’t dreamt of tasting this ass since the first time he laid eyes on this boy.
“Oh my god. Eddie, fuck.” Steve’s braced his hands against the arm of the couch and uses the leverage to get closer to Eddie’s mouth. Cute, really, that he’s worried Eddie’s going anywhere considering Eddie would eat him out for the rest of his life if he’d only just ask.
He laps at his rim until his thighs are shaking and he bites into his thighs, right where his skin is thinnest, where it’ll bruise deep and dark. “Not going anywhere baby. Gotta get you wet and open so I can give it to you.”
Steve throws his head back on a moan. “Please, Ed. Feels so good.”
He kitten licks and watches his hole clench at the feeling. Smiles and spits over him before he dives back in.
Steve’s thighs try to snap shut when he finally presses inside, when he tastes inside for the first time. And despite the fact that he could die here a happy man, Eddie smacks his thigh again and wraps his hands around both legs and pins them open.
He puts on his most patronizing voice and sends a silent apology to Ricky for everything he’s having to endure. “None of that baby. How do you expect me to get inside if you don’t let me in?”
The whimper and sniffle he gets in response has his heart tightening in his chest and he has to bite at his thighs again to release it.
He reaches in his own back pocket and fumbles for the packet of lube he knows is in his wallet while he watches Steve’s chest rise and fall with heaving breaths as he tries to gain some semblance of control of himself.
Thing is, Eddie doesn’t want him to.
So he forgoes looking for the lube and opts rather to spit on his fingers and shove two inside with no preamble.
Steve’s back arches up and he shoves his hips further down, Eddie’s fingers deeper. Eddie has to catch his hip with his other hand to hold him still as he shakes and and relaxes.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck, please. Please Eddie.”
And Eddie’s not convinced he even knows what he’s begging for at this point but he’s not going to stop him. Not when he sounds like that.
He presses kisses to his ass, the inside of his thighs, his hole as he fingers him open. Stretches him out enough that he can get inside him but little enough that when he sits down tomorrow he’ll feel him. Wants this boy to remember this. To think about Eddie every time he moves.
“There you go, baby. That feels good doesn’t it, angel?”
Steve’s eyes are squeezed shut but his eyelashes are wet when he nods his head tight and fast.
“Tell me. The mics can’t see your pretty face, baby. You gotta tell me how it feels.”
His gasp is watery and thin and Eddie needs to kiss him like, yesterday.
“Feels so good. Will you fuck me now? Please Eddie? Just want you inside me.”
Eddie stretches up to catch his lips in a kiss, wet and messy. More gasps and whispers than anything else but he tastes him all the same.
“Yeah? Need some more? You just need something bigger to split you open don’t you sweetheart?”
Steve’s shaking his head, worry painting his features.
Eddie slows the fingers pumping inside him and drops a soft kiss to his lips.
“What’s wrong, baby? What’s going on?”
His breathing is ragged when he tries to speak. Has to take a deep breath before he can get anything out. “Don’t just want bigger, want you.”
And he’s pouting and Eddie wants to absolutely devour him.
He grabs him under the jaw and when he kisses him this time it's hard. He swallows down a deep gasp and a whimper and Steve finally gives up holding his arms still and wraps them up and around his neck once again.
“You’re so fucking cute. Jesus, baby.” He kisses him again. “Not gonna give you anything else, baby. Just me, okay?”
Steve wiggles his hips, happy and sated. He nods with a pretty smile.
Eddie thanks whatever otherworldly being guided Steve to break up with Ryan in the studio today because this has turned out to be the best day of his life.
He roots around and finds the aforementioned lube and he snags a condom too. He makes light work of getting his jeans unbuttoned and tugged down around his thighs before he pauses.
Steve’s stretched out pretty and relaxed but if he’s thinking about the audio here. He has a better idea.
He grabs Steve’s wrist and tugs him up to stand.
Quells the confusion on his cute face with a “wanna bend you over the couch.”
Steve laughs happy and bright and steps around to the end closest to the mic.
Whispers sultry and low with a smile. “Do you think I’ll sound pretty like this?”
It's a miracle Eddie doesn’t collapse, honestly.
He steps behind him and presses a hand to his shoulder blades until he bends over and stretches his arms over his head.
“Think you’ll sound pretty regardless babydoll. Think they can hear you better this way though.”
Steve hums and wiggles his hips back and against Eddie’s dick.
He’s valiantly ignored the fact that he’s been rock hard in his jeans for so long but now, looking at the way Steve’s back is arched, his long lean muscles stretched tight, the way his ass presses up against him like he’s very impatiently waiting to be filled? Yeah Eddie’s done being a gentleman.
He rolls the condom down over himself with a hiss. Pours and strokes some lube over himself while he watches Steve squirm.
“You’re a wiggly little thing aren’t you?”
He can almost hear Steve roll his eyes.
“If I knew I was going to have to wait forever for you to fuck me I would’ve just gone to Ryan’s instead.”
Eddie slaps his ass, leaves a bright pink welt in his wake.
Steve muffles a gasp into the cushion but Eddie hears it anyway.
“He wouldn’t fuck you like me though, would he, baby?”
Steve turns his head to the side so Eddie can hear his snark.
“I wouldn’t know, would I?”
Eddie snorts.
Gives no preamble before he shoves in all the way to the hilt.
Steve’s whole body lurches forward and one of his legs bends and kicks up.
“Holy shit! Oh my god.”
Eddie’s focusing on not bursting at the seams with the seemingly uncontrolled clenching around him. His need to be an asshole supersedes all.
“Uh huh. You done bitching now?”
Steve pushes back and raises up on his tiptoes like he wants to get Eddie even deeper.
“Yes, fuck. Oh my god, yes.”
Eddie laughs again. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
He immediately picks up a bruising rhythm, wants Steve’s insides to remember him even if he doesn’t. Even if this turns out to be a one time thing.
His fingers wrap tight around his hips and he’s sure they’ll bruise, hopes they do at least. He’d love nothing more than to see the evidence of himself on Steve’s body tomorrow. The next day and the next.
Steve’s voice has gone high in his throat and the air is punched out of him with every thrust and Eddie is in heaven thinking about listening to it over his music. About everyone else listening to it.
“Talk to me, baby. Tell me how good you feel.”
Steve muffles a keen into the cushions but has the wherewithal to turn his head toward the mics when he finally speaks.
“God you feel so fucking good, Ed. You’re so deep, I can feel you in my stomach.”
It takes everything in Eddie’s power not to come on the spot, but he perseveres.
“Yeah? Bet you do baby, you’re so tight, Stevie. Gonna be all bruised up.”
Steve’s moan is wanton and needy.
“God please. Want you to ruin me.
He shoves at Steve’s hips until his toes barely reach the ground and slows his hips to a deep grind. Smacks at his ass and leaves more evidence that he was there.
Eddie leans forward and tangles a hand in Steve’s hair, shoves his face sideways and leans his weight forward, presses him down into the cushions.
“Show me. Show me how bad you want it.”
Steve’s breath is deep and ragged. His arms curl up close to his chest so he can brace himself. He uses his leverage in his hips to push backwards as much as he can. To wiggle his hips and squirm back and forth and get some friction.
He’s breathing heavy and his face is contorted in effort and he can’t get it right. Eddie can tell.
“Need me to do it for you, baby?”
He nods as much as he can, Gets out a quiet, “Please?”
Eddie can’t help the “Fuck,” the he grits out before he starts fucking back into him again.
Steve’s leg kicks out again with a moan and this time gets tangled in a microphone cord.
Eddie laughs and Steve whines but he’s smiling.
“Help?”
Eddie slows his hips and shoves deep before he leans down to untangle his foot.
Steve’s whining and clenching tight around him while he works and if his hands weren’t occupied he’d smack him.
“Be good, baby. Don’t make me keep you tied up.”
The gasp he gets is unexpected but he laughs anyway.
“You would like that idea wouldn’t you?”
“Yeah. Yeah, Eddie. I’d let you.”
He’s finally freed and Eddie tosses the cord out of the way before he leans back over him and presses a tender kiss to his neck. Lets him know he’s got his attention back.
“I’ll remember that, sweetheart. Right now I just want to make you come.”
“Please do. You feel so good. Wanna have you inside me forever.” Steve’s hips wiggle back and Eddie stills him with a hand to his ass and a groan.
“Keep doing that and you won’t even have me inside you for another five seconds.”
Steve giggles and it breaks off into a moan when Eddie pulls almost all the way out before he shoves back inside.
He’s building back up a rhythm that sends Steve jolting forward and his legs shaking when the door swings open.
Steve’s too out of it to notice but Eddie’s head snaps up.
Once he sees Ricky stomp over to the mic that had apparently been knocked over, his smile takes over his face again.
He hears the producer grumble something like “don’t get fucking paid enough for this” and he laughs, alerting Steve to the fact that something is going on. When he looks up and sees Ricky’s retreating form heading for the door he squeaks and hides his face back in the cushions but Eddie can feel more than he can hear him giggling.
“You sound too good, baby. Can’t afford to miss any of this.”
Steve turns his head again and cranks it up a notch. All fake, “Ah! Eddie! Fuck me harder! Please!” pouring from his mouth.
He’s laughing at himself until Eddie spits and slips a finger in him alongside his cock.
His voice breaks off in a whimper and his mouth hangs open immediately.
“Why do all that when I can make you sound like this so easy though, baby? You’re easy aren’t you?”
Steve nods, mouth still hung open, quiet sounds falling from his pretty lips. “For you. All for you, Ed. “M yours.”
And that’s what does it. Something in Eddie snaps loose and he has to make him come right this second or he might die.
He reaches down and wraps a hand around Steve’s cock and he all but screams at the attention.
Eddie leans down and mouths at his neck until he arches up for a kiss.
He’s tugging at his cock with one hand and the other is tucking a second finger inside him and Eddie’s talking, saying something, he doesn’t really know what. But there are tears in his boy's eyes and dripping down his pretty face and Eddie might be a little in love with him.
“Come on baby. Come for me. Let me see you angel.”
Steve’s whole body clenches up tight before it releases like a puppet with his strings cut. He comes hard and he’s shaking and he’s so beautiful Eddie can’t take it. He’s crying and he’s whining from oversensitivity between heaving breaths but Eddie’s so close. All he needs is,
“Can I have it now, Eddie? Please?”
He’s wearing a condom but he’s never wished so badly that he wasn’t. With the force of the orgasm that rips through him he would kill to see Steve dripping.
When he finally comes back down into his own body enough that he feels like he can breathe, he smooths his hands up and down Steve’s sides. Hears him hum, content where he lays with his eyes still shut.
Eddie pulls out of him and shushes the pouty whine he gets afterward. Scoops his boy up and lays back on the couch with Steve against his chest.
He thought he could die happy earlier with his head between Steve’s thighs, and that’s still true. But he could die happy here too. With his hand petting through Steve’s hair and his lips pressed to his crown as he hums against his skin.
“You okay, baby?”
“Mhm. Perfect.” He props his chin up on Eddie’s chest and he loses his breath at the way Steve’s eyes sparkle. “I meant it. When I said you weren’t getting rid of me.”
Eddie chuckles and wraps his arms tight around his waist.
“Usually I would argue with that. But with you? I think I might just be the relationship type yet.”
Steve giggles and hides his face in Eddie’s neck.
There’s a crackle from the intercom before Ricky’s voice comes through loud and clear.
“I was supposed to be out of here like two hours ago. You can edit this shit yourself, Munson.”
It cuts off and both boys collapse into laughter before it clicks back on again.
“Oh, and you’re paying me double.”
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Summertime in Paris
english (Google) translations in bold italics
cw: slight cucking, bottom eddie, steddie threesome
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It’s something him and steve talked about before.
Midnight in one of the grandest hotels, a beautiful view of the Eiffel Tower gleaming and sparkling in the night.
Eddie on his hands and knees in between steve and a beautiful Parisian man, back arched to high heaven and mouth full of cock.
Antoine — the French man — plows into eddie from behind, hands gripping his waist hoping to leave finger shaped bruises for days to come.
Steve fucks Eddie’s throat, hands finding their way into his hair and pulling it up into a makeshift ponytail.
Steve has always loved watching Eddie’s face while he gets fucked, loves watching how his eyes glass over and knowing the second his mind has gone elsewhere.
The double-balcony doors are open, drapes blowing softly with the night breeze. music and cheering and laughter and cars honking come from the streets below.
It’s overshadowed by the sinful sounds coming from the hotel room —skin slapping, whining, groaning, whimpering, moaning, gagging, shlick-shlick-shlick sounds. Praise and humiliation spilling from Steve and Antoine.
Eddie thinks this is what heaven is like.
Especially when he looks up at Steve, throat stuffed with his cock and drool spilling from every corner of his mouth.
His eyes roll back into his skull at the sight of Steve throwing his head back as he deep throats him. He’s so in love with him.
It’s not until he feels Steve’s hands leave his hair and the thrusts into his mouth stop when he opens his eyes, about to whimper and complain about why he stopped.
He clenches his entire body and goosebumps cover his skin when he sees the sight of Steve and Antoine making out like he’s not fucking there.
They’ve both completely stopped their movements, both just sitting inside of him. Eddie doesn’t dare try to pull off, though. He’s learned enough times that that’s gonna get him in trouble.
So, he just sits there, mouth and throat full of cock, stretched and filled beyond belief on the other end. And watches.
Steve and Antoine make out sloppily, soft moans and groans being passed from one mouth and into the other. Steve pulls back to kiss down his neck, more than likely leaving small hickies in his wake.
And Eddie is just there. Filled and full and just fucking there while they get lost in each other.
Eddie swallows around Steve and clenches around Antoine wanting — needing — the attention back on him.
They ignore him.
Antoine’s hands caress and grope Steve everywhere and Steve lets out hums and pleasurable groans into Antoine’s skin.
The one thing that adds the icing to the cake is that they’re both speaking fucking French.
To each other, Steve and Antoine.
Fucking whispering and groaning in fluent French while Eddie doesn’t know what the fuck they’re saying because when the fuck would he have time to learn another language, let alone the literal language of love?
He starts whining, frustrated and starts fucking himself back onto Antoine and bobbing his head onto Steve to just remind them both that he’s in fact there. His movements go ignored, the both of them chuckling and saying God knows what.
His entire body trembles and his eyes roll back into his skull when Steve starts talking.
“Mmm, tu es belle. Tu as bon goût aussi.” Steve mumbles in between kisses to Antoine.
Mmm, you’re beautiful. You taste good, too.
Antoine giggles. He tips his head back with a smile as Steve continues kissing and sucking his throat while Eddie, again, tries to not fall apart at the seams between the two men.
“Ouais? Pensez-vous qu'il serait d'accord?” Antoine brings his head back down and pulls Steve back from his throat, biting his lip. He then thrusts deep into Eddie once, making eEddie choke and splutter around Steve’s cock at the surprise of movement, spit dripping and drooling down his chin.
Yeah? You think he’d agree?
Steve gives him a chaste kiss and giggles. “Oh, je le sais, bébé. Je te regarde juste.”
Oh, I know so, baby. Just look at you.
Steve starts fucking back into Eddie’s throat on no accord, Antoine groaning into Steve’s mouth at the feeling of Eddie clenching around him at the movement. Antoine starts — finally — fucking Eddie again, chasing his high from before.
Antoine pulls back from Steve and reaches down to pull Eddie off of Steve completely by his hair, making his back arch pornographically.
“Such a pretty boy, mon amour. The way you look like that? Putain de merde.”
My love, holy fuck.
Eddie whines pathetically at the thrusts into him. His head is being held up by his hair, his eyes almost going cross eyed at his lover above him. Steve’s words rattle around in his brain, making him go loose.
“Wouldn’t you agree, chéri?” Antoine smirks and stops his relentless pounding into Eddie, yanking his hair all the way back, causing him to brace himself on his knees and rest his head on Antoine’s shoulder. He grips his hair firmly, then slowly noses his way up and down the side of his neck, leaving small kisses in his wake. Eddie looks at Steve dead in the eyes, panting, with pitiful barely there keens coming from his fucked out throat.
Darling.
Steve takes a deep breath, placing one hand on Eddie’s cheek. His thumb caresses his flushed cheek so softly before saying above a whisper,
“Mon plus beau garçon.”
My prettiest boy.
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just redid all of the links so they should be working now!! ☺️☺️☺️
masterlist :]
Bottom Eddie
- ok but eddie being needy and subby is something so special to me…
- ghostface!steddie
- steddie frottage
- eddie sucks steve’s dick under the dinner table
- steve giving eddie road head
- car sex while thunderstorming
- rockstar!eddie getting fucked from behind
- eddie gets fucked at the barricade of a concert
- eddie almost gets caught by tommy
- steve eating eddie’s pussy for hours —> ftm!eddie
- eddie loves sucking dick
- eddie looking up at steve while getting his throat fucked
- i want your video part 1 part 2
- eddie cums untouched in public
- steddie gets watched by tommy
- eddie humps his pillow
- steve obsessed with eddie’s pussy —> ftm!eddie
Bottom Steve
- steve’s praise kink will be the death of him, actually.
- steve having multiple orgasms
- eddie making steve fuck a fleshlight without cumming
- steve’s breeding kink
- steve gets his face fucked
- steve uses his biggest dildo
- steve gets jerked off in the kitchen at a party
- eddie makes steve piss his pants
- sub!top eddie
- s3 baby girl steve gets fucked in the back of scoops
SFW
- steddie getting high & eddie’s playlist is playing.
- steve breaks up with eddie
- steddie uses BeReal
- eddie gives steve concert tickets
Bottom Kurt Kunkle
- kurt is a camboy
- kurt’s biggest dildo
- kurt has a praise kink
- kurt wants to get the most viewers possible
Bottom Steve x Bottom Eddie
- steddie and a double ended dildo
Top Steve x Top Eddie
- double ended fleshlight
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ok imagine an eddie that’s like “ok i’m gonna get my life together, i can’t play sold out shows completely out of breath all the time” so he decides to quit smoking, cut back on his drinking, and finally hire a personal trainer.
and it’s all well and good. his personal trainer, steve, is super hot and eddie kind of has a thing for the way steve tells him what to do. eddie’s never gone to a gym before, let alone had a personalize work out regime, so he’s just following steve’s lead.
he’s talking to gareth one day abt his regular routine, because ever since eddie’s been seeing steve, he’s had way more energy and their performances have never been better—gareth’s just wondering if maybe he should be getting in on this whole personal trainer thing too.
but gareth is left in complete shock when eddie gets to the end of his daily workouts.
“—and it’s just to help me relax, you know? loosen up all the muscles at the end,” eddie’s saying. “it helps so much and i feel so great after.”
“yeah i bet you fucking do,” gareth responds with a snort of disbelief.
“what do you mean?”
“uh. i don’t think it’s fucking normal for your personal trainer to jerk you off at the end of a session??”
“what?” eddie says, looking confused. “yeah, steve said it’s totally normal. it’s just a thing guys do at the gym.”
gareth has absolutely nothing to say to that.
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Steve walks behind him on the stairs, one hand splayed on his very lower back, a hand that slips down as they climb higher, cupping over his asscheek like Eddie's a proper hookup instead of some twenty year-old virgin he's pity fucking to keep out of jail.
Eddie appreciates it, really.
His imagination runs wild, there on the stairs. He caught Steve's eye across a crowded party and got pulled—no, dragged—to a bathroom with a locked door, shoved up against a wall next to the towel rack and kissed until he couldn't breathe, until both of them were panting and Steve's eyes raked over him, hungry, and then Eddie got pushed out the door and tugged upstairs to find somewhere with another lock and a little more room, somewhere with a bed—
In the real world, Steve doesn't even lock the door. There is a lock on it, Eddie can see that little brass latch but Steve doesn't touch it, just guides Eddie sweetly in front of him and hip-checks the door closed, ignoring the lock entirely because it's his fucking house and his parents are never home for some reason and he's brave or crazy enough to not add that little extra layer of insurance that they don't get found out.
Except, that's the point, isn't it? They need people to find out. Hell, they'll be delivering the tapes themselves, probably.
Eddie swallows, hard. Feels himself get backed up to the edge of the bed. He kind of wants Steve to throw him down on top of it, to climb over him, slinking, stalking like some kind of predator that's gonna eat him alive.
But Steve doesn't do any of that. Doesn't want to do it. Doesn't actually want any of what they're doing, but here he is, doing it anyways. Putting on a real good show of it, too.
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Steddie with those tap vibration bracelets for couples | Angst with a surprise ending
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Eddie had been dead for over a year. After Dustin had to leave him in the Upside Down, they tried to look for him. But Eddie’s body was just…gone. Steve didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye. No one thought he would have a reason to. No one knew what they did behind closed doors, hands under each other’s shirts, lips moving together.
Steve was the one who had the idea to get tap bracelets in the first place. They were something you could keep hidden, in your pocket or on your wrist under a long sleeve. Whenever they were thinking about each other, they could tap the bracelet and it would vibrate the other person’s. It started as a cute gesture but it soon turned to a feature they used for survival going into the Upside Down.
“Tell me when you’re okay. 1 tap for safe, 2 for danger. Okay?”
“Steve, I could do Morse code. I know SOS.”
“Eddie, there won’t be time. Please, just follow the system.”
But Eddie didn’t follow the system. He didn’t fucking follow it, and instead of running he tried to be a goddamn hero. He didn’t tap the bracelet before he went after the bats, didn’t tell Steve he was in danger.
Steve would never forget the scream of absolute anguish as the bats tore into Eddie’s flesh. He knew the sound came from him. He knew his voice backwards and forwards. He would never forget the rapid vibrations on his wrist in the moments before he heard Dustin yell.
In that moment, he knew his Eddie was gone. Eddie had spent his last moments, his last spurts of energy thinking of Steve. Letting Steve know he loved him, that he was always with him.
Steve hadn’t taken off the bracelet ever since, not even to shower. He kept it right on his wrist, covered with saran wrap like you’d bag a cast. He never wanted to be separated from him. He knew that he’d never be able to feel Eddie’s touch again, but bracelet’s presence was enough to keep the grief at bay. Every now and then, he’d touch it a few times. Hoping, praying Eddie’s soul could feel it. He never told the party about him and Eddie’s relationship. Never opened up, really, about what they were to each other.
No one understood why he had shut down after Vecna was defeated. They assumed it was because he was mentally and physically exhausted. But it was so much more than that. It was grief. He’d lost his person, he was sure that Eddie had been the one. And he lost him. The only person he ever told was Robin.
He came out to the party as bisexual about a year after Eddie’s death, but it didn’t ring a bell for any of them still. Not even Dustin, who had always been suspicious of his and Eddie’s closeness.
Years went by and he still hadn’t taken off the bracelet, even though was with someone new. They had only been together a few days before Steve called it off. It had taken so long to get over losing Eddie, but something deep inside of him chewed. And chewed.
Something just didn’t feel right about this new person. It wasn’t her fault, Steve just couldn’t do it.
One night, Steve stayed awake a little longer than he normally did, reading some book series Eddie had left in his room before all the shit went down, Lord of the Rings.
His attention was drawn away by a buzzing feeling against his wrist. He looked down at it to see the gold bracelet lighting up and vibrating. He put the book down and hesitantly tapped back. This couldn’t be happening. Not after all these years. Something in the Upside Down must have gotten ahold of the bracelet. But nothing could have prepared Steve for what he felt next. Sharp, punctuated taps. He focused, hard, trying to figure out what it meant. He eventually made it out. It was Morse code, 3 letters, repeating themselves over and over.
“S. O. S.”
Eddie was alive, and he needed help.
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Pov: you survived the upside down and snagged the neighborhood hottie along the way
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A sex tape is...crazy. It's totally crazy. It wouldn't work, it's worse than any of Steve's other ideas because...well, because Steve is straight. And hopeful. And stupid.
It wouldn't work.
"No way," Eddie says. "I'm not gonna make a fucking sex tape."
Steve leans down, gets in his face. Eddie's breath hitches.
"Why not?" Steve asks. "You scared?"
"Let me go," Eddie says instead of answering. "Please."
"No," Steve says simply. "No, I'm not gonna let you go until you stop giving up on yourself."
"It's not worth it," Eddie tries, still trying to get free. He's a little worried that this proximity, this weight of Steve's body on his, is gonna complicate things. "Just let me go."
"No. You haven't listened to me. Stop being a self-sacrificial little shit and listen." Steve shifts, sitting on him for a brief second while he adjusts, settling in to the idea of holding Eddie down for as long as he needs. His hands move to pin his wrists, his weight coming down more solidly over Eddie's hips.
Eddie's dick twitches. He has to fight back a moan.
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