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benjaminthewolf · 4 months

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Mistletoe Magic

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE

I spent the entirety of yesterday afternoon creating this. Totally worth it.

CW: Kissing

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“GOTCHYA!” came the snowball fight war cry of an ectatic child as they slugged their rival combatant square in their unclothed face. Some of the collateral snow spray was resultantly launched onto Girlfriend’s cheek as she shuffled her way through the compact layers of snow, on her way to the inside of her family’s lavish, three-storied, white-colored mansion.

Whipping away the snow with her red-glove-covered left hand, Girlfriend cheerfully observed the multitude of outdoor holiday festivities whilst she continued her journey to the mansion’s main door. Around the snowball fight war zone lay countless holiday guests, young and old alike, creating snow people and snow angels, ice skating on a nearby ice pond, and sledding, as well as skiing, on a similarly nearby hill; all whilst a constant light flurry of snow provided ample opportunity for snowflake catching.

Girlfriend was to leave this scene very soon, however, as she made it to the mansion’s porch at last. scraping her feet against the stony floor beneath her before walking up to the door, Girlfriend was instantaneously blasted with the continuous idle babbling of the indoor guests as they went along with their holiday festivities. Christmas song karaoke accompanied by dance floor boogieing overcast the auditory setting, forcing people to stand very close together and speak up if they wanted to say anything to each other. Within these closely-packed partygoers hands lay gingerbread cookies, hot cocoa in disposable styrofoam cups, candy canes, and more.

And yet, as had been the case since the party had first started, one very special somebody was yet to be spotted amongst the crowds.

Carefully maneuvering her way in and around various guests and conversing groups of guests as she kept pushing forwards towards the DJ table, (sat atop a platform overlooking the dance floor), Girlfriend was soon to spot her father, Daddy Dearest, standing to the side of the table as the DJ spoke with the next excited guest longing for them to take their song request which they would then sing to.

The purple-skinned, well-dressed demon-man seemed quite caught up in the whole karaoke scene, and therefore didn’t even notice his daughter approaching until she was right at his side. Turning his head in slight confusion whilst letting out a barely noticeable “Hmm?” noise, and bending down so he could hear his shorter daughter speaking, as a result, Girlfriend was swift to ask him her question, though with a slightly hesitant undertone.

“Hey, Dad?” she shakily began, “Is…umm…did you invite…him? To the party?”

Daddy Dearest’s brow swiftly furrowed as his prior jovial smile warped to a serious frown. “If you’re talking about your boyfriend, then no. He was NOT on the invite list.”

With that, Daddy Dearest stood back up straight with a reinvigorated smile, and re-addressed the ever-elated crowd with a wave.

Silently stepping down from the platform, her form hunched over in equal parts annoyance and disappointment, Girlfriend eventually gave an eye roll and a heavy sigh once she had slipped back amongst the crowd.

“Well, it’s a good thing I gave Boyfriend my spell book last time we met…” she internally muttered as she made her way over to the snacks and drinks table. “...all I wanted was a kiss with him under the mistletoe…”

Now with the aforementioned snacks and drinks table in front of her, Girlfriend calmly asked the people running the hot cocoa station for one hot cocoa with marshmallows as she picked up a gingerbread cookie wrapped in a napkin. Once her drink was finished, Girlfriend thanked its makers before walking around the outskirts of the crowd in order to dip out of the boisterous chaos of the party, and escape into her room for a while. The room which she and Boyfriend had also previously agreed to meet in upon the two’s last meeting, just in case Daddy Dearest didn’t add Boyfriend to the guest list.

Taking a bite of her gingerbread cookie before adding a sip of hot cocoa to the mix, Girlfriend swiftly opened and shut the door to the stairwell situated behind the backs of the partygoers, immediately giving a relieved sigh now that the party ambiance was significantly muffled due to the wall.

Trodding up the stairs in pure silence, save for the occasional echoing clack of her boots pounding against the marble steps, Girlfriend eventually made it to the third story, the story where her room was located. Opening and closing the door into the hallway with a creak as she trudged her way towards her room, Girlfriend took another bite from her cookie and sip from her cocoa.

Finally approaching a door in the middle of the hallway, which possessed a large, pink and purple door plate reading: “GIRLFRIEND” upon it, Girlfriend wasted no time pushing the door open before entering into her room at long last, and closing it behind her.

The room itself was of a mainly pink and purple color palette. Pink walls, pink carpet, pink rug, pink bed, pink gaming chair. Purple curtains over the windows in front of her brown gaming desk and gaming setup, and purple bed sheets, with a TV laying on a stand at the bed’s right side. High up on the wall behind the TV were posters from Girlfriend’s favorite video game, Hating Simulator, including one of the protagonist, Senpai. Upon Girlfriend’s bed lay a plushie of the same character.

Carefully sitting down on the edge of her bed, Girlfriend only continued to munch on her gingerbread cookie and sip her hot cocoa, as she anticipated the arrival of Boyfriend. She had no idea whether her beloved would actually be able to show up, seeing as there were many obstacles in his way (not the least of which being her father), however, she did know that he absolutely would not go down without a fight. Thus, Girlfriend began her silent wait, her hope still twinkling in her heart.

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It had still taken Boyfriend a couple of tries to get the invisibility spell down, but luckily for him, the spell was in English this time.

Nonetheless, despite his current invisible status, Boyfriend still knew he needed to be very, very, very careful trying to sneak up into Girlfriend’s room, especially considering he was dealing with the hatred of a powerful magical demon-man. Thus, whilst keeping track of all the partygoers circling around him, Boyfriend attempted to fit his footsteps into the previously made footsteps lying in the snow, so that nobody would notice a random trail of prints being created by seemingly nothing, and get suspicious. Boyfriend also knew he needed to avoid the snowball fight warzone at all costs. Getting caught up in the crossfire would immediately blow his cover. Inching his way closer and closer to the front door, Boyfriend began planning out what his next move needed to be from there.

He obviously couldn’t just walk up and open the door. So he needed to wait until somebody else opened the door, and sneak in while it was still open, yet without bumping into someone, somehow. To this end, once Boyfriend made it up to the mansion’s porch region, he began to wait on the side of the door with the doorknob, so that once somebody walked in or out, he could slip in right behind them.

Ultimately, this step of the plan was highly luck-dependent, but thankfully, it wouldn’t take any longer than two minutes before somebody opened the door from the inside, holding a hot cocoa, and thus ready to take on the cold. Boyfriend watched each and every move of this individual very closely within those preceding seconds, awaiting the perfect time to make his move. Once the one opening the door had stepped out far enough to where there was enough space behind them for Boyfriend to fit through, he snagged the opportunity by the horns and dashed his way in. Internally sighing with relief once he was safely inside the mansion, the invisible man backed himself against the nearest wall, as to reduce the chance of someone bumping into him by accident, before assessing the current situation.

Needless to say, there were a lot of people at the party. It became immediately obvious to Boyfriend, then, that his best bet was to cling tightly to the walls and use them as a guide towards the door to the stairwell.

Flattening his back to the wall and sidestepping along as he watched the outskirts of the clamorous crowd very closely, Boyfriend would soon make it to the corner between the wall he was currently up against, and the wall that led towards the door. The only problem was that this wall ran adjacent to the food and drinks table, and the people running the food and drinks table were a little too close to the wall for comfort.

Thus, Boyfriend concluded he was going to have to sidestep very, very fast through the region, if he wanted to make it to the other side without being found. Edging towards the section of the wall adjacent to the edge of the table, Boyfriend took in a breath, before heaving it out in silence.

Shuffling across the length of the wall with hastily moving feet and adrenaline rushing into his veins, Boyfriend kept his eyes glued to the many many backs of the people running the table as he continued his perilous plight. And then, just like that, it was over.

Boyfriend could hardly believe it went by that fast, but now was not the time to contemplate that. Now was the time to get into the stairwell. The invisible man proceeded to side-step the rest of the way along the wall, until he reached the next corner. Moving across to the wall which the door to the stairway was located on, Boyfriend was quick to make it all the way.

Unlike the previous door he had encountered, Boyfriend was certain that he was kind of forced to open this one himself this time, since it was pretty safe to presume that literally nobody but Girlfriend had even touched that door since the party began.

So, grasping onto the handle and gazing intently into the crowd so he could be absolutely certain nobody was watching, Boyfriend yanked the door open just as far as he needed to get in, swung his invisible body inside, and closed it.

Not yet daring to give an audible sigh, as a lack of screaming people in the stairwell did mean his own noises were far easier to detect, Boyfriend merely continued with his journey, now faced with two flights of stairs he had to climb without making any noise. With extreme caution in each step, Boyfriend gently tip-toed up the stairs, one foot after another. Slowly but surely, he made his way to the top, thus bringing him to the mansion’s third story.

Not wasting any time in opening and closing the door into the hallway, Boyfriend still knew he couldn’t let down his guard, thus continuing at a controlled walking pace through the hall towards his girlfriend’s room. Luckily, thanks to her door plate, he never needed to guess which door was hers.

And so, at long last, there he was. Now all that was left to do was open the door to her room, and greet his beloved Girlfriend..

****

Girlfriend had just finished her final sip of hot cocoa when her attention was instantly snagged away from everything else and hurtled towards the door upon hearing the knob turning from the outside. Her heart leaping straight into her throat, Girlfriend’s quivering hands involuntarily let go of the empty cup, causing it to plop to the floor.

The moment the door swung open, however, unveiling to Girlfriend nothing, an emotion rushed through her heart which can only be described as equal parts overjoy-ment and equal parts relievement. Upon her invisible Boyfriend closing the door behind him, Girlfriend eagerly called out the spell: “Re-appear!” in order to make the invisibility on him go away.

There would not even be a second between Boyfriend’s Christmas-clothed form becoming visible, and Girlfriend rushing up to him to give him a tight, passionate embrace. Boyfriend let out a sudden: “Beep!” from the shock, before his cheeks began to glow a light red whilst a warm smile formed on his face. With his girlfriend’s arms currently wrapped around his own, Boyfriend attempted to wriggle them out in order to reciprocate the hug, something which Girlfriend swiftly caught onto and allowed to happen, causing Boyfriend to throw his arms around Girlfriend’s body and bring her closer towards him, just as she brought him closer to her.

“Thank you so much for coming!” Girlfriend shakily spoke, her eyes tearing up with joy.

“Anything for you, my love!” Boyfriend softly responded.

Boyfriend and Girlfriend would remain in each other’s arms for just about a minute longer, before Girlfriend eventually loosened her hold, and Boyfriend followed suit.

“You’ve still got my spell book with you, yes?” Girlfriend asked.

“Of course! Just got it tucked away in good ‘ol cartoon hammerspace!” Boyfriend cheerfully replied, before pulling the book out from behind him.

“I knew I could trust you with it!” Girlfriend beamed out with glee as Boyfriend handed her the book. The book itself was approximately seven by ten inches, and read: “Girlfriend’s Grimoire of Enchanted Incantations” on a black cover with a pink heart in the middle, donning demon horns and a demon tail. Girlfriend placed it on her bed for the moment being, before turning back to Boyfriend.

“That’s not all I’ve got in hammerspace though!” his voice began to rise with excitement as Girlfriend immediately became enthralled with starry-eyed curiosity. “Ta-da!”

Girlfriend gave an elated gasp.

“Mistletoe!”

“Yes!”

Yanking her spell book back from off her bed, Girlfriend flipped through it with joyous intensity, piquing the slightly confused interest of Boyfriend, before at last, she landed on the right page.

“...is…is it umm…” Girlfriend awkwardly tried to articulate, with a growing blush. Eventually deciding to turn the book around so Boyfriend could see it before attempting to talk again, Boyfriend’s eyes widened in wonder once he realized Girlfriend was on the page for a shrinking spell.

“...is it ok if we make this year’s kiss a little more…special?”

And that was when Boyfriend realized he knew exactly what Girlfriend was trying to tell him. She didn’t just want to kiss him whilst he was in a shrunken form, but bring him even closer.

Boyfriend lit up with a radiant smile. “Of course, Girlfriend! We can do that!”

“Yes!” Girlfriend cried, positively flooding with bliss. “Sit down on the bed, then, so you won’t end up on the floor when I shrink you!”

Without skipping a beat, Boyfriend practically launched himself over to Girlfriend’s bed, the mattress rebounding just a little as the teal-haired man sat down next to Girlfriend. Girlfriend gave Boyfriend a warm smile before wrapping her arms around him once more, and letting go after about ten seconds. Picking back up her book, Girlfriend readied herself to perform the spell.

Girlfriend was naturally far more proficient in magic spells than Boyfriend was, and could therefore perform spells non-verbally. Still, Boyfriend could most certainty sense a light, magical grip forming around his body, before the world around him began to grow larger, whilst his own body shrunk. Once the magic hold had gone away, Boyfriend was approximately the size of a house mouse.

Upon the completion of her spell, Girlfriend gave a high-pitched squeal of infatuation, before placing her hand down next to him on the bed, so he may climb up onto it. Boyfriend swiftly obliged.

Steadily raising her hand up to her mouth, Girlfriend took a second to longingly gaze down at Boyfriend. To this, Boyfriend could only close his eyes and give a giggle. At last, Girlfriend’s hand lay close and parallel to her mouth. Boyfriend took a few steps forwards on his beloved Girlfriend’s hand, got down on his knees, and leaned forwards, lips pursed, into her own.

Boyfriend could already feel the pressure by which Girlfriend’s lips were drawing him in deeper as they grew even more pursed, thus forcing Boyfriend’s head in towards their center to keep his own lips in contact with hers. With her lips forming a small circle-ish shape rather than staying flat, Boyfriend was forced to choose one lip which his own would say in contact with. Thus, he moved his head upwards towards her upper lip, and pressed his smaller lips against it. Boyfriend and Girlfriend would remain in this state of deep kissing for approximately a minute, before Girlfriend maneuvered her lips into an even more rounded state, causing them to surround Boyfriend’s head. One swift suck inwards, and Boyfriend was tugged in along with the air surrounding him, all the way inside Girlfriend’s maw.

“Mmp!” Boyfriend happily vocalized as his body lay flat upon the slick, heated form of Girlfriend’s tongue. Sprawling his form out across the squishy surface, the shrunken man softly nuzzled his cheek against the smooth, pillowy muscle of his beloved’s, causing her to give a pleased trill; a noise which naturally echoed around inside her maw whilst Boyfriend began to slowly shuffle his way further down the length of Girlfriend’s tongue.

To Girlfriend, her beloved lying upon her tongue exuded the taste of a blue raspberry slushie, mixed in with just a hint of strawberry. Her taste buds tingled with sensory delight as her salivary glands oozed forth more of the clear liquid.

Girlfriend, cautiously raising her upper jaw as far as comfortability would allow whilst keeping her lips closed, (so Boyfriend wouldn’t be at risk of scraping his head against the alveolar ridges of her hard palate), simultaneously raised up the back of her tongue just slightly. This caused Boyfriend to come to eye level with the plump, bulbous, sack of flesh dangling down from her soft palate, which was her uvula. Gently grasping onto the projection of connective tissue and nuzzling it against his cheek, Girlfriend let out a joyful giggle as Boyfriend gave it a gentle kiss before letting go.

Proceeding to turn his gaze downward towards Girlfriend’s pharynx, the very first thing the shrunken man saw was her open larynx, exposing open vocal cords leading into her trachea. His eyes then noted her epiglottis, the muscle flap at the ready to close up the larynx once the upper esophageal sphincter opened up. It was upon this very mental note that Boyfriend could feel himself slipping down the back of Girlfriend’s tongue, sliding swiftly into her orthopharynx. Boyfriend’s eyes grew in enthrallment as the epiglottis flipped over to prevent him from going through the laryngeal inlet as he entered into Girlfriend’s laryngopharynx. Her upper esophageal sphincter opened up at last, and just like that, Boyfriend’s entire form was dragged down into his girlfriend’s esophagus with one powerful swallow.

Girlfriend let out a rather satisfied exhale as she could sense her boyfriend’s body getting squelched deeper into her esophagus by the involuntary motions of peristalsis. Knowing this motion would take care of the rest of the work, Girlfriend decided to flop herself down on her back upon her bed, before placing a couple fingers over the slight bulge Boyfriend was making in her throat. It wouldn’t be very long, however, before Boyfriend was squeezed past her collarbone, leaving Girlfriend to place a hand over her midsection in preparation for Boyfriend’s arrival.

Boyfriend, meanwhile, locked within the tight, constricting esophageal walls of his girlfriend, was now able to detect the heavy throbbing of her heartbeat laying deep within her being. Closing his eyes with a smile as to merely enjoy the moment while it lasted until he was squeezed through Girlfriend’s lower esophageal sphincter, Boyfriend focused in on the muscle contractions and complementary relaxations occurring around his body as they rhythmically pushed him deeper and deeper.

Eventually, Boyfriend picked up a low grumble emulating from below, which told him he was getting very close to Girlfriend’s stomach. Opening his eyes so he may catch the lower esophageal sphincter when it appeared, it would only take a few more contractions for said circular muscle to appear. Watching intently as the lower esophageal sphincter opened up in order to squeeze him into Girlfriend’s gurgling guts, Boyfriend was thus soon squelched out into the churning organ, doing a sort of half-somersault into the harmless liquid pool below. The pool, as Girlfriend had previously drank an entire cup of hot cocoa, was light brown colored and rather warm, almost like a natural jacuzzi. Swiftly resurfacing after his deep plunge into the stomach, Boyfriend calmly treaded his way over to the nearest stomach wall, nuzzling up against it as it softly churned about.

Girlfriend on the outside, meanwhile, was positively ecstatic from feeling her shrunken boyfriend comfortably settling down within her stomach. So content and trusting of her during one of the most intimate experiences two people can have. Girlfriend silently patted her growling stomach as Boyfriend continued to lie up against her goopy, cushiony stomach walls.

“Thank you so much, Boyfriend!” Girlfriend calmly spoke as she gently rubbed over her middle. “You risked so much to be here, and all for me. That is the greatest Christmas gift I could have ever asked for!”

Boyfriend gave a sheepish chuckle before responding.

“I wouldn’t pass up spending Christmas with you for any amount of money whatsoever!” he firmly stated. “Because doing just that, and…especially in a manner like this…that is also the best Christmas gift I could ever ask for. So…thank you as well, Girlfriend! I love you!”

And that was when Girlfriend began to get teary-eyed once more.

“I love you too, Boyfriend!” she exclaimed through suppressed tears. “I love you, too!”

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mcdynamite · 4 months

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Kissing has never done all that much for Steve, if he’s honest.

It's just not really something he's ever given much thought to before - the way someone kisses - despite the fact that he's locked lips with plenty of people. For him, kissing has always been something nice, but not particularly special. It's never been earth-shattering. Never taken his breath away, the way people talk about in movies and books. It's just a way to be closer to someone, and it's nice, but it's never anything more than that.

Then, Steve kisses Eddie for the first time, and suddenly he gets it.

They're high when it happens, laying side by side in Eddie's unmade bed while the weed sinks into their bones. Steve loves the way it seems to slow down the world around them - makes everything syrupy and sweet, so he feels every brush of Eddie's fingers against his own in every inch of his body as they pass the joint back and forth.

The casual contact makes him long for more, and when he's high, Steve just...gives into the longing. He lets himself drift closer until they're pressed together so closely that Eddie can hide his face in Steve's uncharacteristically messy hair when he's trying to cover up a snort of laughter in response to Steve's deranged weed-induced musings.

Tonight, they meander their way through a directionless conversation - as they so often do when they get high together - until the joint is so small it nearly singes their fingertips. When Eddie finally sits up to stamp it out in the ashtray on the bedside table, Steve tries not to miss the feeling of Eddie's body against his own too much, knowing it'll be back soon enough.

"I'm thinking of handing over the DM throne to Will for the next oneshot, after we finish this campaign," Eddie says, speech slow and thoughtful as he puts out the blunt. "Think he'll be good at it."

Steve just hums, eyes heavy-lidded, gaze fixed on the curls he wants so badly to run his fingers through, just to know what it feels like. He's high enough to not care about the consequences when he decides fuck it, and reaches out to feel the soft ringlets beneath his fingertips.

"You're good at it," he muses - a delayed response to Eddie's comment. If Eddie is bothered by the way Steve is carefully petting his hair, he doesn't show it. Instead, he turns back to look down at Steve with a soft smile that makes Steve's insides feel all gooey.

"Yeah?" Eddie asks, a hint of a smirk overtaking the softness. "You ready to admit that you like watching me play my little nerd game, Harrington?"

Steve blames the quiet whine that escapes his throat on the weed, along with the way he honest-to-God pouts in response to Eddie's words. He tugs on a lock of Eddie's hair petulantly. "Don't like it when you call me that."

Eddie's face does something strange then, and Steve can't quite parse out what it means with the weed making his brain all foggy. He looks...surprised? Fond? Maybe both?

"Sorry, Stevie," he replies, teasing but somehow genuine at the same time. Steve smiles dopily, an expression that Eddie returns. "That better?"

Satisfied, Steve nods. Hums in affirmation. "Yeah. I like that one."

And it's true. Steve loves when Eddie calls him Stevie, because Eddie always sounds so fond when he does, and it makes Steve's heart feel too big for his chest.

"Oh, yeah?" Eddie asks, still grinning as he leans down until he's propped up on one elbow, hovering just over Steve on the bed. "What else do you want me to call you, hm? Stevie? Steve? M'lord?"

The last one makes Steve laugh and close his eyes, happy to bask in the sound of Eddie's voice as he floats along with their conversation.

"Sir Steven? Sweetheart?" Eddie continues, and Steve's heart jumps just a bit at the second one. Then, Eddie murmurs, "Baby?"

And Steve's eyes fly open.

Steve stares at his friend with wide eyes - lips parted as a soft, punched-out oh escapes him - and it's weird, is the thing. Because Steve has been called baby before, lovingly by his grandmother when he was still a little boy causing mischief while his parents weren't watching, meanly by boys on the playground when he cried over something silly like a scraped knee…and when he got older, teasingly by the girls he took on dates.

It's not a new name for him, but it feels groundbreaking nonetheless.

Because the word sounds so much better coming from Eddie's mouth than anyone else's. It's soft, and fond, and knowing, and...

It's longing.

"Yeah,” Steve croaks. "Yeah."

"Which one? Sir Steven?" Eddie asks playfully, cocking his head to the side like a puppy. He grins maniacally when Steve huffs and shakes his head in disappointment. "No? Which one was it, then, that you liked the most?"

"Eddieeee," Steve complains, burying his flushed face into the pillow and avoiding his friend's gaze. "You know which one."

Eddie shakes his head in an almost scolding manner and Steve is convinced he must've moved closer, because Steve can feel Eddie's breath against his skin, and the air in the room feels about a hundred degrees hotter.

"Nuh-uh, Stevie," Eddie says, poking him playfully in the ribs. "You gotta tell me which one."

Steve hesitates, feeling more and more self-conscious by the second. He sort of wants to hide, but he also really wants Eddie to call him that again. It's probably thanks to his intoxicated brain that he allows himself to answer truthfully. "Baby," he murmurs, uncharacteristically shy.

"Yeah?" Eddie says, voice and smile softening in tandem. "You like when I call you baby, Stevie?"

Steve stares up at him with wide eyes, hardly able to believe this is really happening, and nods. "Yeah. That one."

Eddie is so close, now, that Steve can feel the warmth that emanates from his skin; can see the flecks of gold in his eyes amongst the molten chocolate brown. He's got freckles - Steve realizes. Tiny little dots across the bridge of his nose and the apples of his cheeks that form constellations on his skin. Steve thinks, maybe a bit deliriously, that he would be perfectly happy spending hours tracing them, the way astronomers of old once traced the stars.

"Eddie..." he breathes, heart pounding as he begins to feel more and more desperate for...for something. Anything to let him know that he's not the only one succumbing to the gravitational pull between them.

Eddie blinks slowly, and his eyes widen as though he's just realized something important. Steve watches his throat bob nervously before Eddie finally whispers, "Yeah, baby?"

Steve inhales sharply through parted lips - a soft, plaintive gasp that draws Eddie's eyes to his lips, and-

Oh.

That's what Steve wants, isn't it?

"I-" Steve tries, helpless to stop his own gaze from falling on Eddie's lips - pink and parted and just a little bit chapped, and so, so close.

"Baby," Eddie says again, and this time it's different. Unintentional. Like Eddie said it without meaning to. And maybe it's just the weed, but Steve swears he can feel the word burrowing its way into his chest and settling around his heart like a blanket. It makes his whole body feel warm - something only made worse by the hot coal of desire that begins smoldering low in his gut.

He's so lost in it all that he can't even bring himself to feel embarrassed when he whispers, "Please."

Steve waits with bated breath until finally, any remaining nervousness retreats from Eddie's eyes, and Eddie smiles in that way that makes Steve's stomach flutter. It's such a pretty smile. Steve can only watch as it grows closer, going cross-eyed for the briefest moment in his quest to to stare at Eddie's lips until suddenly his eyes are fluttering shut, because...because...

Because Eddie kisses him with lips still curled into a smile, and Steve thinks - utterly nonsensically - that feeling Eddie's lips against his own is so much better than just looking at them. The thought makes him giggle, just a bit, and he finds himself grinning into the kiss, too.

They part for a moment so Steve can let out another quiet giggle, and Eddie seems to pause for a moment, smiling down at Steve with poorly concealed affection. "Baby," he murmurs reverently, and then he's leaning down to capture Steve's lips in another kiss.

This time, Steve is ready for it, but it draws a muffled whimper out of him nonetheless. His nose fills with the scent of weed and cigarettes and cheap cologne - the smell of Eddie - and it's so overwhelmingly good. He lets his lips fall open on a gasp...doesn't close them when Eddie tentatively brushes his tongue against Steve's own. He shuts his eyes, because the press of Eddie's hand to his cheek and Eddie's chest to his own feel like so much more like that.

Eddie breaks the kiss to gasp in a breath, and inexplicably, that's what really sends every last bit of restraint in Steve's brain packing. It's so simple, so ordinary - the soft, quick sip of air Eddie takes in. It's a breathy little sound that Steve has heard from countless others before, but maybe that's why it puts him in this unfamiliar chokehold of wanting.

This isn't just anyone.

This is Eddie.

And Eddie is making those quiet, lovely little sounds because he's kissing Steve, and Steve is very rapidly realizing that he is utterly incapable of being normal about any of this.

He feels his cheeks go hot as he forces his heavy limbs to move so he can tangle his fingers in Eddie's curls, holding him close (because Steve thinks he might die if Eddie stops kissing him, now). And it's bliss. It's addictive. It's ruinously tender, and Steve feels himself unraveling from within. Feels the knots in his heart - left behind by absent parents, cruel friends, and distant girlfriends - turn to dust at the gentlest brush of Eddie's lips.

He whimpers into Eddie's mouth and clings to him even tighter, feeling his throat grow strangely tight as his eyes sting at the corners, and when Eddie pulls away he's got a small furrow in his brow, just under his bangs.

"Stevie?" Eddie murmurs. His eyes dart to Steve's cheeks, and when he brushes his thumb along the skin just under Steve's eye, it drags a bit of wetness with it. Only then does Steve realize...he's crying.

And Eddie is wiping away his tears.

"I..." Steve croaks, eyes wide and spilling more tears with every blink. He drags his hands down from Eddie's hair to rest on his chest, beginning to curl into himself as the embarrassment sinks in.

Christ, he's crying. And all they've done is kiss.

Eddie's frown deepens, but he doesn't pull away completely. Instead, he lets their noses brush and breathes, "Baby..."

Steve's breath hitches.

"You're shaking, sweetheart," Eddie continues, still brushing Steve's tears away with gentle fingers. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Steve gasps hurriedly, because as far as he understands, it's the truth. "Nothing's wrong, I just..." He closes his eyes. Swallows the lump in his throat and admits with a trembling voice, "I didn't know it could be like this."

He opens his eyes and sees Eddie's expression soften, but the concern remains. "What do you mean?"

"I just..." Steve tries, sniffling and letting out a quiet, distressed laugh. He slams his eyes shut again and rubs them roughly with his palms, trying to force the tears back into his body. "Jesus, this is fucking embarrassing, man."

"Steve..." Eddie murmurs. He sounds sad. Conflicted. Like he's not sure what to do or how to help - if he should stay or go - and that just won't do, because Steve is certain he'll drift away on the breeze without Eddie to ground him. He's got to try to explain, even with his thoughts still feeling syrupy slow from the weed.

He wants to tell Eddie that he's kissed dozens of people before, but kissing them never felt like this. He wants to explain that he's used to taking the lead, and that it's nice having someone else set the pace, for once. He wants to tell Eddie about the way most people he's kissed have done so - frantically...lustfully. Kissing has always been a simple means to an end. And it's never made Steve feel like this.

What he actually manages to say is slightly different, though.

"No one's ever kissed me like they love me, before."

His eyes are still covered by his own hands, so he can't see what is surely a stunned expression on Eddie's face, but he can hear the way Eddie gasps in response to Steve's words.

It’s too much, he thinks. He's said too much, fast-forwarded too far into the movie. It's too early to be talking about love. Steve knows this. It's just...

His stupid, floaty little brain can't envision a world where someone kisses the way Eddie does without being hopelessly, irrevocably in love.

"Shit," Steve breathes after several minutes of silence. Or maybe it's several seconds. He really doesn't know. Time feels funny, when he's high. "I know that's, like, way too much. I'm too much. I don't know why I-"

"Steve," Eddie interrupts, and Steve snaps his mouth shut. He feels Eddie's hands wrap carefully around his wrists to pull them from his eyes. Eddie is being so careful with him...like he can't see that his tenderness is exactly the thing that’s ripping Steve apart at the seams.

Steve wants to scream. He wants to cry. He wants to drag Eddie back down and kiss him until he can't breathe. Until Eddie's sweetness becomes warm and comforting instead of feeling like the scalding heat of jumping into a hot tub after a dip in the cold waters of the pool.

"Baby, look at me," Eddie says softly.

Steve is helpless but to obey.

Eddie's gaze is sad but kind when Steve finally meets it with his own. He's got the barest hint of a smile on his pretty lips - the same ones Steve so desperately wants to feel against his own, again - and Steve feels his stomach swirl with something he can't quite describe.

"It's not too much," Eddie continues, voice steady. "And neither are you, okay? You, Steve Harrington, are never too much. Not to me."

The words settle over Steve like a blanket, and he can't decide whether it's comforting or suffocating. He just wants to stop talking about things so they can move on. He just wants Eddie.

"Eds..." he rasps desperately. "I don't- I just want-" He cuts himself off with the hitching breath of what may be a sob. He's not really sure, at this point.

"What can I do, honey?" Eddie says, and he really needs to stop with the pet names, or Steve might genuinely fracture into pieces. "What do you want?"

Steve is sunk too deep into the syrupy slow feeling of the weed - too desperate to feel Eddie pressed against him again - to do anything but tell the truth.

"Just want you," he says.

Eddie smiles - eyes crinkling at the corners - and Steve breathes the sight in like oxygen. "You have me, baby," Eddie murmurs. He's rubbing small, comforting circle into the sensitive skin of Steve's wrists now, and it's perfect. It's wonderfully, disgustingly perfect.

"I do?" Steve asks dumbly. His brain feels fifteen seconds behind everything, but he thinks that's probably okay. Eddie seems to be just fine waiting for him to catch up.

"Yeah, Stevie," Eddie chuckles quietly. "Had me for a long time, now. Just wasn't sure if you would want me the way I wanted you."

"You want me," Steve says breathlessly, more to himself than to Eddie. "You wanna kiss me."

Eddie's resulting laugh is a bit louder, a bit brighter, this time. "I do," he says. The sadness is fading from his eyes, giving way to something that looks an awful lot like elation. Steve remains still and watches, entranced, as Eddie carefully hauls himself up until he can swing a leg over Steve's to straddle him.

Still smiling broadly, Eddie leans down until their faces are mere inches apart, studying Steve with those big, brown eyes. "You gonna let me?" he asks Steve, a teasing lilt to his voice.

Steve nods, lips parted in surprise he can't quite seem to shake, and Eddie's expression softens.

"Gonna let me kiss you like I love you, Stevie?" Eddie whispers.

Steve's not sure when, exactly, his tears had begun to dry up, but he knows they must have at some point, because they're returning with a vengeance, now. "Please," he breathes.

Eddie shifts, and Steve expects Eddie to go right back to kissing him, but that's not what he does.

Instead, Eddie releases one of Steve's wrists and cups his cheek tenderly. This time, the feeling of his thumb brushing the tears away is a familiar one, and it makes Steve smile dopily.

"You know the reason I kiss you like I love you?" Eddie asks. Steve shakes his head and tracks Eddie's gaze as it drifts towards the place where his fingers are still wrapped around Steve's wrist. His lips quirk into a smile as he uses his grip to pin Steve's hand to the mattress, right beside Steve's head, and laces their fingers together.

Their noses are brushing, now, and Eddie's hips are resting on Steve's, and Eddie's hair has fallen around them like a curtain to keep the rest of the world out, and it's so much. Eddie is everywhere, and he's everything, and Steve is completely, unquestioningly in love with him - probably has been in love with him for ages, now, and just never let himself think too hard about it.

"I kiss you like I love you, Steve Harrington," Eddie breathes, and their lips brush as he speaks. "Because I love you."

And the thing is…Steve has spent his entire life wondering what it would feel like to know, without a shadow of a doubt, that he was loved. It's something that's eluded him for twenty years.

So it's all the more miraculous when Eddie kisses him again, and suddenly, Steve knows. He knows that Eddie Munson loves him. He feels it in the way Eddie kisses him slowly and deliberately, like it would never have crossed Eddie's mind not to. He feels it in their linked hands, in the way Eddie squeezes his hand when Steve makes a desperate, wanton sound into his mouth.

He feels it when Eddie brushes the hair out of his eyes and smiles before kissing Steve's forehead, then his nose, and then his lips again.

Feels it when Eddie's lips begin to wander down his neck.

When Eddie sucks a mark into the thin skin above his collar bone, just because Steve begs him too.

When Eddie pulls Steve's shirt over his head with careful hands, then lets Steve do the same, because Steve needs the intimacy of skin on skin.

He feels it when Eddie stops Steve's wandering hands from venturing too far south with a firm grip and apologetic eyes, because Eddie wants him - of course he does - but not when they've been smoking. Not when there's even the slightest chance that Steve might wake up and regret it in the morning.

And he hears it, too, later that night when they're laying in Eddie's bed exchanging soft, sleepy kisses, unwilling to drift off and let the night end, just yet.

Their legs are woven together - bare, aside from their boxers - and Steve has lost track of how long they've been tangled up in each other like this. He doesn't particularly care, though. He's pretty sure he could happily spend the rest of his life exactly like this.

"Love you, Stevie," Eddie whispers against his lips. They both smile into the next kiss, and Steve's heart is full to bursting, because he believes it. He knows, now, what it feels like to be loved...to be adored.

"I love you," he murmurs in reply, relishing in Eddie's sharp intake of breath. He giggles a bit, for no reason other than the pure joy that's been coursing through his body all night. "God," he laughs. "I fucking love you, Eddie Munson.

Eddie is quiet for a moment before his face splits into a grin that could rival Steve's own, and he's so goddamn beautiful that Steve almost feels like crying again.

He doesn't cry, though. He just watches adoringly as Eddie smiles and nudges Steve's nose with his own. "Yeah, baby?" Eddie teases.

"Yeah, Eds," he answers simply.

And he's pretty sure Eddie knows - is pretty sure Eddie can feel it - because Steve kisses him for the umpteenth time that night, and he pours every ounce of his heart into it.

Steve kisses Eddie like he loves him, because he does. God, help him, he does.

And Eddie?

Eddie kisses Steve like he loves him back, and Steve gets it now, because it’s more than just a kiss.

It’s perfect.

It’s earth-shattering.

It’s everything.

Shout-out to @lyphyshard for the beta!

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