Don't give me ideas on how to test if you'll behave, baby. [ eddie says in a tone that clearly shows he's teasing. he's not about to do that, not now, not when they've been waiting and steve's actually being so good for him.
he smiles instead, takes a step back but doesn't drop steve's hand. he gives him a little tug as he starts to lead them back toward his bedroom. ] Eager to start? [ he knows the answer to it but eddie also likes to make steve talk, likes to hear him say shit that gets him flustered.
he pushes the door to his room open and it's cooler in there, he's kept the lights off as much as possible but he turns them on now. there's books and notebooks on the bed, it's already set up for him to kick off what he wants to plan for the campaign. steve's collar is on the nightstand too, waiting for him. clearly, eddie's eager too even if he's projecting calm right now. he can do it in this setting even if normally he's all nerves, all movement and the antithesis of calm and collected. ]
[ Even though he knows that Eddie isn't serious, Steve can't help whining on instinct. It's not that he's opposed to the idea of being told to stay in place somewhere and wait like a good boy, it's just that he doesn't want to do that now. Maybe it's ironic since they're about to get into something that will still be a test of patience, but at least he'll have the grounding presence of Eddie's touch, his proximity, his taste.
Following along even before that tug to his hand, Steve blushes a bit but nods. It's thrilling to know that this is something he's asked for before Eddie could suggest it, a new thing to try for the both of them. He's a little proud of that and he won't be apologizing for it. ] Yeah, and just to get close to you.
[ He hums happily at the cooler air in Eddie's room, well aware that they're going to get hot from being wrapped up in each other and that this is as good a temperature to start with as possible. Everything's organized in that way that Eddie only gets before they do something like a scene, items laid out and made ready in eager preparation. The sight of his collar is calming to Steve, too, because with it comes certain expectations and rules that are grounding when doing something new. He knows that wearing it means responding to check-ins on his comfort level as well as the power to stop everything with a single word or tapped code. ]
[ that whine means that it's something to try out one day, later. eddie likes the idea of making steve stay still, of having him wait with whatever he wants out of reach but only because he thinks steve could manage it. eventually, at least.
they're both not actually patient people which is what's going to make today an interesting treat. ] Needy of you, baby. [ but eddie fucking loves that about him, even if steve flushes when he calls him easy.
eddie leads steve toward the bed and stops short of it, doesn't push him to sit down but instead turns in front of him instead. he gives him a slow once over, tilts his head as he slips his hands to steve's hips and pushes his shirt up. he likes him in the short shorts, sure, but he likes steve naked better. wants that as quick as possible even if he'll have him naked next to him for a while; as long as they can handle it but normally preparing takes him more than an hour. they have to establish how long they want to do this for together still. ] Want to get off before we get started? Or my choice?
[ What a bald-faced lie. Steve has always been needy, even if he never really shows it to the world. Eddie gets to see him stripped down in more ways than one, though, because what is Steve going to hide from his boyfriend? How good it feels to be praised for his effort? How much he loves sex and being needed so badly by someone else? That he's queer and gagging for cock? All of that is exactly what Eddie likes, so there's no reason to keep secrets and nothing to hide.
Stopping at the side of the bed, Steve stands there and pops his hip with a smirk once he realizes Eddie's looking him over. He misses the warmth of their hands together but is happy at least that Eddie pulls his away to put somewhere else on Steve's body, pushing up a shirt that's thin and yet feels like too much right now. ]
Your choice. [ He leans in for a kiss, figures that's okay because they haven't really started and Eddie was kissing him earlier. ] All day. If you decide you want to touch me while I'm lying there, you can.
What'd I say about lying, sweetheart? [ they haven't started yet but the petname is easy to slip in at any time, even if it's something he consistently uses when they scene and to push steve closer into the mindset of submitting to him.
he keeps sliding his hands up under steve's shirt and pushes it up more, only to drag his nails back down along his ribs in the way he likes it.
the whole point of this is that eddie's in charge all afternoon, he knows, but knowing how much steve trusts him never makes it any less awe-inspiring. he leans forward, smiles into that kiss and then nips at steve's lower lip. ] Mmm. I like how worked up you get when you've been waiting.
[ which really shouldn't be a surprise because eddie likes not making it easy for steve, likes the frustration in his eyes on the days he's chasing it and then how that melts into just wanting to please when eddie pushes him the right way. ] Oh. I'm going to, sweetheart. I'm going to tease you but you're going to be good for me.
You're going to keep my cock in your mouth but not get me off until I tell you to, yeah? [ he asks, grinning as he scrapes his teeth along steve's jawline. ]
[ He swears his knees still buckle when Eddie calls him sweetheart in the bedroom, even if he's gotten more used to hearing it outside as well. It's not as strict of a line as when Steve calls him "sir" which he would rarely do without the intention of reminding Eddie that he's a good boy and belongs to him. Sure, he uses it to tease, but that's the brat in him.
Shivering at the scrape of nails down his sides, he exhales softly as they drag over the scars above his hips where the skin is thinner and the nerves fire differently than the rest of his body. The bite to his lip is grounding, pulls him back into the conversation that he'd honestly written off after giving his reply. Eddie makes him confirm things a lot still, and he appreciates it even if it doesn't help his patience. ]
Be good for you and not come. [ It's not totally a question, more like speaking plainly the things that Eddie implies. He's happy to be corrected, but he's pretty sure that sometimes Eddie stays vague so that he can get Steve to fill in the blanks with what he wants, too. ] Yes, sir. I'll only move with permission.
[ this is still so new that eddie wants to make sure they're on the same page, will continue to make steve repeat things back to him until they fall into it more naturally than they already have. that's another thing that he thinks is crazy about this, about them. it's how quickly they fell into kink, how easy it had been.
then again, eddie had been the one with the collar. ] Good boy. [ this time he sinks his teeth in a little more into steve's skin, not enough to leave a lasting mark but an impression of teeth right below his ear.
he doesn't ask steve if he's ready to play, knows he wants him to take the lead. so eddie does even if there's still a few things to check in on before he gets steve on that bed.
eddie steps back, has to give himself a second to push back the desire to say fuck it and get his hands all over steve instead. one of them can stay on track, can have some patience. so he puts a few feet between them as he goes to pick steve's collar off the bedside table, turns back toward him after a moment. ] Strip down for me, sweetheart, and put your clothes on the chair by my desk.
[ Moaning at the bite, Steve resists the urge to follow Eddie and keeps his feet rooted to the floor. It's hard when all he wants to do is stay in Eddie's space, be touched by him, and guided along through everything they're doing. But he wants to be a good boy even more than that, and so he watches Eddie lift the collar from the table, licks his lips, and gets to work obeying.
There's not a lot for him to take off: shoes, socks, shorts, shirt. Everything gets messily folded and put on the chair as told. He leaves his watch on for a second and then unbuckled that as well, certain that he won't be counting minutes and will be more comfortable in whatever position he ends up in without it digging into his wrist. Setting that on top of the pile, he lifts his eyes to meet Eddie's while taking off his briefs, blushing even though Eddie's seen him naked countless times. ]
[ eddie watches up, the corners of his lips turned upward because, fuck, steve's so good for him. even when he's bad it's right how eddie wants it.
he licks his lips as steve pulls off his briefs, lets his gaze linger on that pretty cock before it slowly slides up steve body. he looks so good, scars and all, and eddie really can't believe that the guy is his. ] You look pretty cute when you're blushing, sweets.
Come here when you're done. [ he crooks his finger at him, calling him over. ]
[ Steve enjoys Eddie's eyes on him, their weight like a physical presence that feels like hands whose touch Steve has memorized. He's no insecure about his body, never really has been, but that makes it all the better when he gets praise for it and Eddie admits to admiring it. The pet name butters him up, too, just like Eddie knows it does.
He steps forward as soon as Eddie finishes saying "come here" without any regard for the rest of the sentence. Steve is already craving proximity, the flood gate of desire breaking after the wait they've endured up until this point. ] Can I talk, sir, or do I need to wait to be asked something?
Mmm. You can talk for now. Since your mouth will be pretty busy soon. ( not that steve needs to be reminded of that. when steve's close enough to him, he smiles brightly. ) Show me that pretty neck of yours.
( he knows that's an easy one to obey, that steve will follow that order in a heartbeat. when he does, eddie lifts the collar to his neck and fastens it carefully in place. he gives the d-ring in front a gentle pull, testing it and then keeps his finger hooked in it to tug steve forward into a kiss. )
[ Rather than saying anything since his mind is currently blank, he leans forward and stretches his shoulders back to present his neck for Eddie. He thinks back to the first time he'd put a collar on him, that fateful night of the concert when all of this had started and Steve hasn't once looked back.
Waiting for the familiar tightness that comes with the collar being fully fastened, he exhales slowly with it in place. A soft whine tumbles out when Eddie pulls, and of course Steve melts forward into a kiss like he's starving for it. ]
( eddie licks his way into steve's mouth, the kiss not quite gentle but not the fiery passionate sort of kiss they normally share as they kick off. he doesn't want to work them up, get them both so desperate that the next hour is torture.
it's playful, yes, and then eddie breaks it to nip at steve's lower lip. he presses their foreheads together, enjoys the proximity for a moment. ) Ready, sweetheart?
[ It's hot and sweet and close and torture because he knows that he's not going to get more than this for a while yet. He's dug his own grave, though, asking for something that will test their patience. Part of him is confident that he'll slip into subspace and float along like it's a dream, but the other part is worried that he'll be too keyed up without enough input from Eddie to get him there. It's all a process for the both of them, and there's no one he'd trust more to try it with.
Still, he whines when Eddie asks because he's obviously making a show of starting. ] Yes, sir, please start.
Needy. [ eddie teases, like he wasn't the one who got steve there. he grins, presses another quick peck to steve's cheek and then steps out of his space so he can have a moment to cool down; so they both can.
while he'd planned to keep his shorts on, just to push them and his boxers down his thighs, eddie had realized that won't work out during the planning stage of all this. part of the problem is eddie needs several books and a notebook AND has to be able to reach for shit without disturbing steve resting against his thigh; which means planning a campaign isn't the best time to do this but they've committed and he's not back peddling now. he's also not shy about shucking off his shorts, not bothering to fold them like he made steve.
he climbs on to the bed, sits with so he's propped up on the pillows against headboard and all his materials are within reach. ] Come here, baby. [ he says to steve, motioning for him to move closer. it's been a few seconds, maybe, and it already sucks to not have him close.
eddie's not sure how long they'll last today. ] Most comfortable position will probably be between my legs like you're going down on me. You can rest your head on my thigh that way.
[ It's not even a surprise when Eddie is haphazard with his clothes after making Steve be careful with his own. That's part of the way they settle into the right mindset, Steve has learned: Eddie giving him rules and commands to follow but not bothering with them himself. The power play is subtle but Steve appreciates it, like slowly stepping into a pool rather than diving in head first.
Watching Eddie move onto the bed and settle everything around him feels like torture as he waits to be told to join him. He knows that the idea of planning a campaign, or doing anything that requires so many books and so much writing, isn't the best time to do this, but he appreciates Eddie not shooting him down. It's a time-consuming thing, and since neither of them have other quiet and still hobbies, it's the best they've got.
Eddie calls him over and Steve lurches forward to obey, quick to crawl up the bed to get between his legs. He kneels there for a moment, listening to Eddie and also thinking about how he's going to position himself; it's one thing to fantasize and another to do it in reality. Humming a bit, he lays down on his side between Eddie's legs, propped up on his own shoulder and head resting high up on Eddie's thigh as suggested. Unsure of what to do with his arms, he laughs softly and then grabs at the leg in front of him to loosely hug it which feels ridiculous but is also more comfortable than his arms being straight at his sides. ] This okay?
[ eddie watches steve move, appreciates they way he looks crawling forward on his knees. it's a beautiful sight, honestly, and really eddie can't get enough of it. then again, he can't get enough of steve already in any form. it might be his new addiction, a new fix to chase but he can't help himself when steve's so willing and right here with him.
he takes a deep breath, holds it as steve kneels. he looks fucking cute like that, determined and thinking about his next move. when he settles, eddie can't help the chuckle that escapes him. it's a delighted sound because looking down to see steve hugging his leg is pretty damn ridiculous if they forget what they're about to do. it's enough to temper his arousal just a bit, not by much but so that spark doesn't turn into a hot flame too quickly. ] Totally fine, sweetheart. As long as you're comfortable.
[ he grins down at him, reaches down to run his fingers through steve's hair and tucks a few strands behind his ear. ] Want to show me what you do if you want to tap out early?
[ Having Eddie's eyes on him while he's trying to figure out the position is both reassuring and intimidating. He's the one that's more familiar with kink, and even though Steve had hardly been a virgin when they started sleeping together, there still feels like a bit of a knowledge gap. Reminding himself that this is a first for them both, something they can try together and learn about simultaneously, he stops psyching himself up and settles into steady breaths and relaxed muscles. ]
Yeah, it's surprisingly comfortable. I like being between your legs, though. [ He smiles up at Eddie, eyes fluttering closed as his hair is pet and brushed out of the way. Humming a bit when he's asked to prove he remembers the signal, he slides his hand a little higher up Eddie's thigh and starts to tap out the code: a quick drum of his three middle fingers, a slower tapping, and then another quick one. SOS as he's learned since their time in the Upside Down. ]
I may have noticed that. [ eddie can't keep the smile out of his voice there, even if the words are said with a hint of mischief. it would be hard not to notice with how much steve likes his mouth wrapped around eddie's cock. that's why they're here right now after all.
the tapping earns a somewhat dramatic approving hum as eddie continues to pet through steve's hair. ] Good boy.
I do actually need to get to working on this epic campaign before inspiration dries up. [ he could torture steve a bit more and ask him if he's ready again but even eddie's not that cruel, ultimately. he really regrets the boxers right now but he can work around those, pulls himself out through the fly so he doesn't have to have steve move off of him. he's not hard as he wraps long fingers around himself, tries not to think of how hot it'll feel the moment steve's mouth is around him and, yep, that definitely sends sparks of hot heat down his spine anyway. he guides his cock toward steve's mouth. ] Come on, sweetheart, get your pretty mouth on me.
[ Steve has never tried to hide the fact that he likes the taste of Eddie's cock, least of all because it was the first one he's had and has been hooked ever since. One of the reasons it's so easy to trust and be vulnerable with Eddie is because he never judging Steve for things like that, or most things in general unless they really are opinions that should be re-evaluated.
Sighing a little when Eddie signals that it's time to get down to business, Steve tilts his head back a bit to give him space. Already his mouth is watering from the thought as well as watching Eddie's thick but graceful fingers move over himself. Steve really lucked out falling for a guitarist.
He hums an answer and instantly opens his mouth, moving into the right angle so Eddie can slipe between his lips. It's hard not to lean into it, to suck at the head or work his tongue against the underside. Getting Eddie hard isn't the goal, and neither is getting him to come, and all of that is counterintuitive right now. So Steve stays still, a willing open mouth, and tries his best to remember to breathe. ]
That's it, sweets. Taking me so well. [ talking probably isn't going to get them to stay calm but eddie's not one for quiet. he's normally whispering words of praise in bed, running his mouth unless they're deep into a scene and the point is that he makes steve work for that very praise.
not that they've done much of that yet, this part of their relationship is still new after all and for all his talk eddie's not as experienced as he plays up being. they're learning a lot together, figuring it all out along the way.
he does have to shift a little as his cock slides along steve's tongue, twitches because -- well -- how can he not chub up a little when this is the best damn feeling of his life even when steve's not trying to get him off. he feeds steve as much of his cock as he can take, watches his face for signs of discomfort. ] Shit, I could get used to this. [ which is really the point so that's a good sign. ]
[ Keening softly at the praise, muffled by his mouthful, Steve takes a deep breath through his nose to try and calm himself. He's already starting to get hard and they've really only just started, but he justifies it with the conversation before and the day of waiting previously.
He lets Eddie do most of the moving, settling into the right angle and giving Steve most of his cock. Swallowing thickly, Steve shifts a little higher up in bed so he can get more, lips stretched nearly to the base. It's not as impressive of a feat when Eddie is soft, but it still gives him a feeling of accomplishment. The position is perfect, too, because he can rest his head against the crease of Eddie's thigh. ]
[ it's still a feat, eddie thinks, as he watches steve move and adjust until his nose is nearly buried in the coarse hair at the base of his cock. it's a fucking sight for sure and eddie would take a picture, he would, but he's going to get this view a lot and they haven't really talked about that so it's not a line he'll cross.
every move has him twitching in steve's mouth, the soft keen forces him to bite back a groan of his own but really they just have to get through this and both settle into what they're meant to be doing for a while. which in his case is both reading and writing notes, just letting himself relax in steve's mouth. ]
I'm gonna check on you in about thirty minutes, sweetheart. [ he says, reaching for his main notebook and a pen from the pillows so he can refresh him memory on what he's done so far because, fuck, suddenly eddie's really not sure how long he'll last here. ]
[ He can feel that low growl as much as hear it and shivers, happy to know that he's affecting Eddie so much with something so simple. Maybe there isn't anything simple about it, though, because they're so intimately close without actually working towards fucking. For Steve, it's about patience and behaving well but also just the connection that they can have this way.
Humming again to reply, Steve watches Eddie move around for a bit before letting his eyes slide closed. At first, all he can focus on is the weight of Eddie's cock in his mouth, the heat of his body everywhere they touch, the familiar musk of him. He tries to let his mind wander, but more than anything, he finds himself slipping into that hazy floaty place he often goes to when Eddie is really pushing him. There's none of the physicality here, though, just the slight pressure on the back of his throat and the fact that he's being ignored. ]
[ after the first few minutes it gets easier to focus on anything but the wet heat around him, the feeling of steve breathing and the little ways he moves even when he's perfectly still.
eddie glances at the time before he really starts focusing on his notes, takes note of it because he does actually want to make sure he doesn't miss the mark on this one. then he focuses on planning, chuckles softly to himself when he comes up with something wicked for hellfire to face and lets himself slip into the groove of flipping between the notebooks beside him and writing down notes in barely legible chicken scratch.
time slips by steadily then and eddie almost misses that thirty minute mark, kind of lost to figuring out a good enough puzzle that will piss dustin off so much when it's not even necessary to get out of the dungeon they'll probably be stuck in for the session.
he's not rock hard in steve's mouth, no, but thirty minutes in he's on his way to a semi. gently, he sets his notebook aside and brushes his fingers through steve's hair once again to try to rouse him from what looks like a trance. he's been so good, still against him. ] How are you doing, sweetheart? [ he asks gently, doesn't want to spook steve if he's drifted off like he does after they've finished a session and he's not ready to come back up. he reaches for the hand resting on his thigh, covers it with his own and curls his fingers around steve's. ] Squeeze my hand once if you want to keep going until I'm done. Twice to stop.
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he smiles instead, takes a step back but doesn't drop steve's hand. he gives him a little tug as he starts to lead them back toward his bedroom. ] Eager to start? [ he knows the answer to it but eddie also likes to make steve talk, likes to hear him say shit that gets him flustered.
he pushes the door to his room open and it's cooler in there, he's kept the lights off as much as possible but he turns them on now. there's books and notebooks on the bed, it's already set up for him to kick off what he wants to plan for the campaign. steve's collar is on the nightstand too, waiting for him. clearly, eddie's eager too even if he's projecting calm right now. he can do it in this setting even if normally he's all nerves, all movement and the antithesis of calm and collected. ]
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Following along even before that tug to his hand, Steve blushes a bit but nods. It's thrilling to know that this is something he's asked for before Eddie could suggest it, a new thing to try for the both of them. He's a little proud of that and he won't be apologizing for it. ] Yeah, and just to get close to you.
[ He hums happily at the cooler air in Eddie's room, well aware that they're going to get hot from being wrapped up in each other and that this is as good a temperature to start with as possible. Everything's organized in that way that Eddie only gets before they do something like a scene, items laid out and made ready in eager preparation. The sight of his collar is calming to Steve, too, because with it comes certain expectations and rules that are grounding when doing something new. He knows that wearing it means responding to check-ins on his comfort level as well as the power to stop everything with a single word or tapped code. ]
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they're both not actually patient people which is what's going to make today an interesting treat. ] Needy of you, baby. [ but eddie fucking loves that about him, even if steve flushes when he calls him easy.
eddie leads steve toward the bed and stops short of it, doesn't push him to sit down but instead turns in front of him instead. he gives him a slow once over, tilts his head as he slips his hands to steve's hips and pushes his shirt up. he likes him in the short shorts, sure, but he likes steve naked better. wants that as quick as possible even if he'll have him naked next to him for a while; as long as they can handle it but normally preparing takes him more than an hour. they have to establish how long they want to do this for together still. ] Want to get off before we get started? Or my choice?
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[ What a bald-faced lie. Steve has always been needy, even if he never really shows it to the world. Eddie gets to see him stripped down in more ways than one, though, because what is Steve going to hide from his boyfriend? How good it feels to be praised for his effort? How much he loves sex and being needed so badly by someone else? That he's queer and gagging for cock? All of that is exactly what Eddie likes, so there's no reason to keep secrets and nothing to hide.
Stopping at the side of the bed, Steve stands there and pops his hip with a smirk once he realizes Eddie's looking him over. He misses the warmth of their hands together but is happy at least that Eddie pulls his away to put somewhere else on Steve's body, pushing up a shirt that's thin and yet feels like too much right now. ]
Your choice. [ He leans in for a kiss, figures that's okay because they haven't really started and Eddie was kissing him earlier. ] All day. If you decide you want to touch me while I'm lying there, you can.
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he keeps sliding his hands up under steve's shirt and pushes it up more, only to drag his nails back down along his ribs in the way he likes it.
the whole point of this is that eddie's in charge all afternoon, he knows, but knowing how much steve trusts him never makes it any less awe-inspiring. he leans forward, smiles into that kiss and then nips at steve's lower lip. ] Mmm. I like how worked up you get when you've been waiting.
[ which really shouldn't be a surprise because eddie likes not making it easy for steve, likes the frustration in his eyes on the days he's chasing it and then how that melts into just wanting to please when eddie pushes him the right way. ] Oh. I'm going to, sweetheart. I'm going to tease you but you're going to be good for me.
You're going to keep my cock in your mouth but not get me off until I tell you to, yeah? [ he asks, grinning as he scrapes his teeth along steve's jawline. ]
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Shivering at the scrape of nails down his sides, he exhales softly as they drag over the scars above his hips where the skin is thinner and the nerves fire differently than the rest of his body. The bite to his lip is grounding, pulls him back into the conversation that he'd honestly written off after giving his reply. Eddie makes him confirm things a lot still, and he appreciates it even if it doesn't help his patience. ]
Be good for you and not come. [ It's not totally a question, more like speaking plainly the things that Eddie implies. He's happy to be corrected, but he's pretty sure that sometimes Eddie stays vague so that he can get Steve to fill in the blanks with what he wants, too. ] Yes, sir. I'll only move with permission.
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then again, eddie had been the one with the collar. ] Good boy. [ this time he sinks his teeth in a little more into steve's skin, not enough to leave a lasting mark but an impression of teeth right below his ear.
he doesn't ask steve if he's ready to play, knows he wants him to take the lead. so eddie does even if there's still a few things to check in on before he gets steve on that bed.
eddie steps back, has to give himself a second to push back the desire to say fuck it and get his hands all over steve instead. one of them can stay on track, can have some patience. so he puts a few feet between them as he goes to pick steve's collar off the bedside table, turns back toward him after a moment. ] Strip down for me, sweetheart, and put your clothes on the chair by my desk.
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There's not a lot for him to take off: shoes, socks, shorts, shirt. Everything gets messily folded and put on the chair as told. He leaves his watch on for a second and then unbuckled that as well, certain that he won't be counting minutes and will be more comfortable in whatever position he ends up in without it digging into his wrist. Setting that on top of the pile, he lifts his eyes to meet Eddie's while taking off his briefs, blushing even though Eddie's seen him naked countless times. ]
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he licks his lips as steve pulls off his briefs, lets his gaze linger on that pretty cock before it slowly slides up steve body. he looks so good, scars and all, and eddie really can't believe that the guy is his. ] You look pretty cute when you're blushing, sweets.
Come here when you're done. [ he crooks his finger at him, calling him over. ]
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He steps forward as soon as Eddie finishes saying "come here" without any regard for the rest of the sentence. Steve is already craving proximity, the flood gate of desire breaking after the wait they've endured up until this point. ] Can I talk, sir, or do I need to wait to be asked something?
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( he knows that's an easy one to obey, that steve will follow that order in a heartbeat. when he does, eddie lifts the collar to his neck and fastens it carefully in place. he gives the d-ring in front a gentle pull, testing it and then keeps his finger hooked in it to tug steve forward into a kiss. )
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Waiting for the familiar tightness that comes with the collar being fully fastened, he exhales slowly with it in place. A soft whine tumbles out when Eddie pulls, and of course Steve melts forward into a kiss like he's starving for it. ]
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it's playful, yes, and then eddie breaks it to nip at steve's lower lip. he presses their foreheads together, enjoys the proximity for a moment. ) Ready, sweetheart?
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Still, he whines when Eddie asks because he's obviously making a show of starting. ] Yes, sir, please start.
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while he'd planned to keep his shorts on, just to push them and his boxers down his thighs, eddie had realized that won't work out during the planning stage of all this. part of the problem is eddie needs several books and a notebook AND has to be able to reach for shit without disturbing steve resting against his thigh; which means planning a campaign isn't the best time to do this but they've committed and he's not back peddling now. he's also not shy about shucking off his shorts, not bothering to fold them like he made steve.
he climbs on to the bed, sits with so he's propped up on the pillows against headboard and all his materials are within reach. ] Come here, baby. [ he says to steve, motioning for him to move closer. it's been a few seconds, maybe, and it already sucks to not have him close.
eddie's not sure how long they'll last today. ] Most comfortable position will probably be between my legs like you're going down on me. You can rest your head on my thigh that way.
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Watching Eddie move onto the bed and settle everything around him feels like torture as he waits to be told to join him. He knows that the idea of planning a campaign, or doing anything that requires so many books and so much writing, isn't the best time to do this, but he appreciates Eddie not shooting him down. It's a time-consuming thing, and since neither of them have other quiet and still hobbies, it's the best they've got.
Eddie calls him over and Steve lurches forward to obey, quick to crawl up the bed to get between his legs. He kneels there for a moment, listening to Eddie and also thinking about how he's going to position himself; it's one thing to fantasize and another to do it in reality. Humming a bit, he lays down on his side between Eddie's legs, propped up on his own shoulder and head resting high up on Eddie's thigh as suggested. Unsure of what to do with his arms, he laughs softly and then grabs at the leg in front of him to loosely hug it which feels ridiculous but is also more comfortable than his arms being straight at his sides. ] This okay?
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he takes a deep breath, holds it as steve kneels. he looks fucking cute like that, determined and thinking about his next move. when he settles, eddie can't help the chuckle that escapes him. it's a delighted sound because looking down to see steve hugging his leg is pretty damn ridiculous if they forget what they're about to do. it's enough to temper his arousal just a bit, not by much but so that spark doesn't turn into a hot flame too quickly. ] Totally fine, sweetheart. As long as you're comfortable.
[ he grins down at him, reaches down to run his fingers through steve's hair and tucks a few strands behind his ear. ] Want to show me what you do if you want to tap out early?
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Yeah, it's surprisingly comfortable. I like being between your legs, though. [ He smiles up at Eddie, eyes fluttering closed as his hair is pet and brushed out of the way. Humming a bit when he's asked to prove he remembers the signal, he slides his hand a little higher up Eddie's thigh and starts to tap out the code: a quick drum of his three middle fingers, a slower tapping, and then another quick one. SOS as he's learned since their time in the Upside Down. ]
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the tapping earns a somewhat dramatic approving hum as eddie continues to pet through steve's hair. ] Good boy.
I do actually need to get to working on this epic campaign before inspiration dries up. [ he could torture steve a bit more and ask him if he's ready again but even eddie's not that cruel, ultimately. he really regrets the boxers right now but he can work around those, pulls himself out through the fly so he doesn't have to have steve move off of him. he's not hard as he wraps long fingers around himself, tries not to think of how hot it'll feel the moment steve's mouth is around him and, yep, that definitely sends sparks of hot heat down his spine anyway. he guides his cock toward steve's mouth. ] Come on, sweetheart, get your pretty mouth on me.
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Sighing a little when Eddie signals that it's time to get down to business, Steve tilts his head back a bit to give him space. Already his mouth is watering from the thought as well as watching Eddie's thick but graceful fingers move over himself. Steve really lucked out falling for a guitarist.
He hums an answer and instantly opens his mouth, moving into the right angle so Eddie can slipe between his lips. It's hard not to lean into it, to suck at the head or work his tongue against the underside. Getting Eddie hard isn't the goal, and neither is getting him to come, and all of that is counterintuitive right now. So Steve stays still, a willing open mouth, and tries his best to remember to breathe. ]
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not that they've done much of that yet, this part of their relationship is still new after all and for all his talk eddie's not as experienced as he plays up being. they're learning a lot together, figuring it all out along the way.
he does have to shift a little as his cock slides along steve's tongue, twitches because -- well -- how can he not chub up a little when this is the best damn feeling of his life even when steve's not trying to get him off. he feeds steve as much of his cock as he can take, watches his face for signs of discomfort. ] Shit, I could get used to this. [ which is really the point so that's a good sign. ]
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He lets Eddie do most of the moving, settling into the right angle and giving Steve most of his cock. Swallowing thickly, Steve shifts a little higher up in bed so he can get more, lips stretched nearly to the base. It's not as impressive of a feat when Eddie is soft, but it still gives him a feeling of accomplishment. The position is perfect, too, because he can rest his head against the crease of Eddie's thigh. ]
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every move has him twitching in steve's mouth, the soft keen forces him to bite back a groan of his own but really they just have to get through this and both settle into what they're meant to be doing for a while. which in his case is both reading and writing notes, just letting himself relax in steve's mouth. ]
I'm gonna check on you in about thirty minutes, sweetheart. [ he says, reaching for his main notebook and a pen from the pillows so he can refresh him memory on what he's done so far because, fuck, suddenly eddie's really not sure how long he'll last here. ]
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Humming again to reply, Steve watches Eddie move around for a bit before letting his eyes slide closed. At first, all he can focus on is the weight of Eddie's cock in his mouth, the heat of his body everywhere they touch, the familiar musk of him. He tries to let his mind wander, but more than anything, he finds himself slipping into that hazy floaty place he often goes to when Eddie is really pushing him. There's none of the physicality here, though, just the slight pressure on the back of his throat and the fact that he's being ignored. ]
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eddie glances at the time before he really starts focusing on his notes, takes note of it because he does actually want to make sure he doesn't miss the mark on this one. then he focuses on planning, chuckles softly to himself when he comes up with something wicked for hellfire to face and lets himself slip into the groove of flipping between the notebooks beside him and writing down notes in barely legible chicken scratch.
time slips by steadily then and eddie almost misses that thirty minute mark, kind of lost to figuring out a good enough puzzle that will piss dustin off so much when it's not even necessary to get out of the dungeon they'll probably be stuck in for the session.
he's not rock hard in steve's mouth, no, but thirty minutes in he's on his way to a semi. gently, he sets his notebook aside and brushes his fingers through steve's hair once again to try to rouse him from what looks like a trance. he's been so good, still against him. ] How are you doing, sweetheart? [ he asks gently, doesn't want to spook steve if he's drifted off like he does after they've finished a session and he's not ready to come back up. he reaches for the hand resting on his thigh, covers it with his own and curls his fingers around steve's. ] Squeeze my hand once if you want to keep going until I'm done. Twice to stop.
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