[ 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.
[ When Steve gets the sense that Eddie is really focused, it's even easier to space out. The scratch of his pencil and the flip of pages is oddly hypnotizing, and underneath it all is Eddie's steady breathing that Steve unconsciously starts to synchronize with. He doesn't even realize how much time has passed before he hears Eddie's voice calling him back and Steve reflexively shifts a little closer to him, takes the last bit of Eddie's half-hard cock into his mouth before he backs off again.
Humming as he opens his eyes again, he doesn't tilt his head as he looks up at Eddie from the corner of his eyes. He's so careful as he moves, has been astonishingly still so far, and when Eddie takes Steve's hand it's instinct to lock their fingers together with a single squeeze. No part of his mind has considered stopping this, even if his jaw is starting to ache a little. He relaxes it further, swallowing and pushing his tongue forward just a bit before settling back down again. ]
[ that's exactly what eddie expects, honestly, so he's not surprised that steve doesn't want to stop right now. ] Okay. I just have a bit to go.
[ which isn't true, not exactly, but eddie's not sure how much over an hour he can go. it's a miracle that he's lasted this long, really, but it's training for the two of them. if they can make it over an hour then maybe next time they can go a little longer, make it through a movie or something.
fuck, the thought of steve on his knees in front of him or stretched out on the couch as eddie watches something has his cock twitching against the back of steve's throat. the fact steve swallows does him no favors and eddie groans. ]
[ Steve is sure that Eddie has plenty more to do for a campaign, has seen him take agonizing notes on the counter of Family Video to plan a single encounter. He also knows that this is the first time, they're not going for any records here, and it's very possible that Eddie's patience is wearing thin. Steve has gotten hard just from lying here, floating in subspace, so he can't imagine how Eddie has been able to ignore a hot and willing mouth on him in favor of fantasy homework.
Moaning softly at the way Eddie's dick throbs in his mouth, Steve closes his eyes again and easily slips back into mindless zen, only existing for the purpose of his dom. His hands flex where they've been resting against the outside of Eddie's thigh, fingers digging in a little before he relaxes them once again. ]
[ very poorly, honestly. eddie's the one struggling here more than anything. he keeps losing his train of thought but he's not unhappy with the progress he's made and he'll come back to his notes to flesh out anything that doesn't make sense.
ultimately, it's not like the planning part of this session is a bust and he's really enjoyed the view when he's taken a few moments to focus on the stretch of steve's lips around his cock instead of the details of the dungeon. it's a little over an hour since they started when he makes a dramatic show of piling the books and notebooks to the side, closing everything a little louder than he normally would.
he takes a moment, takes in the sight of steve so relaxed and cheeks stuffed full. eddie can't resist, reaches out to trace from the corner of steve's lip up to his cupid's bow with the pad of his thumb. he's fully hard after an hour, cock twitching and slowly leaking pre-cum against the back of steve's throat. ] Fuck, sweetheart. You look so good like this. [ and he lets himself sound as breathless as he feels, doesn't think he could control himself if he tried to hold it together. ] Did so good your first time.
[ At first, Steve doesn't notice the change. Eddie has been subtly shifting and moving things around the entire time, so the sound of stacking books doesn't feel like it should mean anything special. When he closes one with a particularly loud snap, though, Steve jumps a bit and, as a result, coughs around his mouthful. Whining because it feels like he's been disturbed from his peaceful daze, he moves closer to the base of Eddie's cock like it's some kind of retaliation.
Humming contentedly at the gentle path Eddie's thumb takes, Steve smiles as much as he can with his lips already stretched to this extent. The only real sign that there's been any passage of time is how hard they both are, Eddie thick and heavy on Steve's tongue where the taste of him is stronger than ever. The praise settles over his skin that flushes hot, hotter than the humidity between their bodies or the summer heat that's crept inside. He doesn't want to give up his mouthful despite how much his jaw aches, but he also wonders what Eddie might have in mind next. ]
[ eddie lets out a hiss at that, feels his cockhead press deeper down steve's throat and the vibrations from that sinful whine rock through him. he presses his thumb along steve's cheek, traces the side of his own cock through him and feels fucking amazed that steve just lets him do this; that he wants it.
he slips his fingers through steve's hair, gives a gentle tug. ] I want to fuck your throat, sweets, but you're going to have to give up your treat for a moment so you can get on your back for me.
[ Steve moans loudly at the pressure of Eddie's thumb tracing the line of his own dick through his skin, screwing his eyes closed against the wave of arousal that it brings crashing through him. Even when he's being filthy, the way that Eddie treats him makes Steve like some precious thing that amazes him and it's the best kind of praise that he can get.
Groaning at the tug, Steve frowns a bit at the thought of giving up what's become such a comfortable fullness in his mouth. As if determined to prove Eddie wrong, he backs off just enough to give himself some room to maneuver and then twists from his side onto his back until his head is resting between Eddie's thighs and he's smirking in triumph. ]
Jesus Christ. [ the sight of steve determined with his mouth stuffed full, back arched and and neck on display like that has eddie's head spinning. ] Fuck, you're such a cockslut baby. So greedy to keep me in your mouth that you'll do anything, huh.
[ and it's said with a bit of that sharpness reserved for when they're deeper into a scene. more often than not eddie praises and build up but he loves that flush that steve gets when he calls him out for how much he loves to suck him off.
eddie slips his hands under steve's neck so he can support his head, keep him on him since now he has to maneuver himself on his knees so he can have some leverage to fuck his throat. it's an effort that wouldn't be this much of a problem if not for the brat between his legs. ] You've been so good for me. Shit. I should give you what you want. [ but not everything he wants, not so fast when steve hadn't listened and eddie wants to give him that moment to adjust before slowly rocking into his throat. ]
[ The praise has him glowing, both with that blush Eddie had wanted as well as with the pride he feels. He's ready to take every word out of Eddie's mouth as a compliment when he's riding the high of subspace, ego firmly rooted in his dom's words. Being called a cockslut for Eddie is on par with winning the Superbowl at this point, even with that edge to his tone. Steve is well aware that he hadn't obeyed something that bordered on a command, knows that he'll probably be punished for that in some way big or small later; right now, he's simply proud of being able to get his way and look sexy while doing it.
Eddie's hands go to his neck and even like this, it's a touch that makes Steve's cock twitch. He moves with him as much as he can to make the transition onto his knees a smooth one, and once they're settled, he tilts his head back to the right angle to open up his throat for Eddie. Despite saying he'll give in, though, Eddie makes him wait until he whines around the mouthful and seems to jumpstart Eddie into moving and pulling a pleased moan from Steve. ]
Such a brat. [ eddie lets out a huff, more of a groan than the laugh that he intends it to be.
realistically, after an hour stretching steve's mouth and throat around him he's not going to last long. eddie's already worked up, cock sensitive and leaking like he's going to lose it soon.
he does start slow, then pulls back until he's only got and inch or so left in steve's mouth before sliding forward, snaps his hips forward just the way steve's like the last few times they've done this right before he's nearly settled in his mouth. there's a pace they're both used to, not as brutal one like if he were buried between steve's asscheeks but steady and familiar, rough and quick enough that he knows steve's face will be slick with tears. it'll leave steve's throat sore, his voice hoarse for days. ] Fuck, baby. Feels so good, so tight and hot around me. So good when you're moaning for me, crying on my dick.
[ Steve doesn't think he'll last long either even though his cock hasn't been touched a single time. He's hard and heavy against his stomach, though, leaking precome despite the earlier order from Eddie ringing in his head: don't come. Despite acting a bit bratty, even being called out on it, he doesn't want to disobey that rule because it would be selfish rather than proving he could be a good cocksleeve for his boyfriend.
When Eddie starts to move back, Steve has a moment of panic that maybe he'll pull out completely. His worries are quickly soothed as Eddie thrusts forward and down Steve's throat, stinging perfectly and bringing tears to the corners of his eyes. Relaxing his mouth further, jaw going a little slack, he settles into the rhythm of sucking in air when Eddie pulls back and moaning it out again around his cock when it pushes in. He can feel the tears sliding down and into his hair, can taste precome thick on his tongue, and keens at Eddie's words. He feels like he's close to coming and fights it, focusing in on his dom's dick and rubbing his tongue against it and staying in that warm space that keeps him obedient. ]
[ steve’s tongue is such a sinful thing, feels so good even when he’s not doing everything in his power to get eddie off. part of how hot this is that Steve’s being mostly obedient, is being so good and letting eddie take what he’s willing to give.
it’s the trust, the fact that steve’s willing to give him this, is what has eddie so fucking gone for him already. ] Shit, sweetheart. Baby, your mouth. Shitshitshit.
[ he’s babbling mostly, lost to the way steve’s throat flutters around him. eddie’s not a religious guy for all his invoking of jesus h. christ at any moment but this has to be better than heaven. his hips stutter, the rhythm lost when he was never going to last long. ] Fuck. Gonna come. [ which is what he manages before he rocks forward, cockhead pressing to the back of Steve’s throat as he spills. eddie drops down to his forearms, presses his forehead into steve's stomach, pants and groans into his skin as his vision blurs. ]
[ Moaning around his mouthful, Steve starts bobbing his head in rhythm with Eddie's thrusts, quickening the time between when he pulls out and plunges back in. His head is filling with static both from the dizzying pleasure and the scarcity of air, and he keens when Eddie gives him the warning. He can taste it far back on his tongue, deep in his throat, something so distinctively Eddie that he can't help craving it. Then Eddie falls forward, his hair brushing over Steve's abs that have tensed up against the effort not to come and something snaps in him. Back arching up off the bed, an orgasm hits him hard enough to have him gasping which in turn makes him choke around Eddie's cock. His thighs twitch from the pleasure washing through him even as his stomach twists at the thought that he broke the one rule Eddie gave him, not even realizing that he came dry and his cock is still hard against his stomach. ]
[ eddie's got his face pressed to warm skin when steve arches up, pushing him up off him so eddie lifts his head and catches sight of steve's thighs twitching and muscles of his stomach spasming as he comes. maybe? he looks like he does when he comes, except he's still hard and throbbing against his own stomach. ] Holy shit.
[ and isn't he just fucking everything eddie's wanted -- and shit. eddie catches that steve gasps, that he's choking so sits back slowly and eases off of him to give him some air and pull his own oversensitive cock out of his throat and mouth, shuddering and hissing low as cool air hits spit slicked skin. ] Jesus Christ, baby. Fuck. [ sitting back on his heels, thighs spread wide, he can finally get a good look at steve, reaches out to wipe at the corners of his eyes. ]
[ Steve gasps again when his mouth is left empty, coughing at the rush of air that has him coming out of the fog of both subspace and post-orgasmic bliss. As soon as his breathing is stabilized he whines up at Eddie, fresh tears leaking from the corners of his eyes and catching on Eddie's thumbs. He's frustrated with himself for disobeying and not even for the full satisfaction of coming. The orgasm had felt great, startled him as much as it had begun to satisfy him, but it also didn't give him the same feeling of the bone-deep relief he's used to. ]
Eddie. [ His voice is hoarse, fucked out and unused and definitely in need of water. ] Fuck, I'm sorry.
[ it takes a moment for eddie to process it, to cup steve's cheek and wipe those news tears away. he cups his cheek, then feels spurred into action with the way steve sounds so wrecked but it's not in the good way. shit.
he crawls over him, turns so he's straddling steve's chest and leaning over him with his hands on steve's cheeks, thumbs wiping at his tears. his hair falls them, a little curtain to shield away the world. ] Shhh, sweetheart. It's okay. Why are you sorry?
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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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Humming as he opens his eyes again, he doesn't tilt his head as he looks up at Eddie from the corner of his eyes. He's so careful as he moves, has been astonishingly still so far, and when Eddie takes Steve's hand it's instinct to lock their fingers together with a single squeeze. No part of his mind has considered stopping this, even if his jaw is starting to ache a little. He relaxes it further, swallowing and pushing his tongue forward just a bit before settling back down again. ]
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[ which isn't true, not exactly, but eddie's not sure how much over an hour he can go. it's a miracle that he's lasted this long, really, but it's training for the two of them. if they can make it over an hour then maybe next time they can go a little longer, make it through a movie or something.
fuck, the thought of steve on his knees in front of him or stretched out on the couch as eddie watches something has his cock twitching against the back of steve's throat. the fact steve swallows does him no favors and eddie groans. ]
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Moaning softly at the way Eddie's dick throbs in his mouth, Steve closes his eyes again and easily slips back into mindless zen, only existing for the purpose of his dom. His hands flex where they've been resting against the outside of Eddie's thigh, fingers digging in a little before he relaxes them once again. ]
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ultimately, it's not like the planning part of this session is a bust and he's really enjoyed the view when he's taken a few moments to focus on the stretch of steve's lips around his cock instead of the details of the dungeon. it's a little over an hour since they started when he makes a dramatic show of piling the books and notebooks to the side, closing everything a little louder than he normally would.
he takes a moment, takes in the sight of steve so relaxed and cheeks stuffed full. eddie can't resist, reaches out to trace from the corner of steve's lip up to his cupid's bow with the pad of his thumb. he's fully hard after an hour, cock twitching and slowly leaking pre-cum against the back of steve's throat. ] Fuck, sweetheart. You look so good like this. [ and he lets himself sound as breathless as he feels, doesn't think he could control himself if he tried to hold it together. ] Did so good your first time.
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Humming contentedly at the gentle path Eddie's thumb takes, Steve smiles as much as he can with his lips already stretched to this extent. The only real sign that there's been any passage of time is how hard they both are, Eddie thick and heavy on Steve's tongue where the taste of him is stronger than ever. The praise settles over his skin that flushes hot, hotter than the humidity between their bodies or the summer heat that's crept inside. He doesn't want to give up his mouthful despite how much his jaw aches, but he also wonders what Eddie might have in mind next. ]
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he slips his fingers through steve's hair, gives a gentle tug. ] I want to fuck your throat, sweets, but you're going to have to give up your treat for a moment so you can get on your back for me.
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Groaning at the tug, Steve frowns a bit at the thought of giving up what's become such a comfortable fullness in his mouth. As if determined to prove Eddie wrong, he backs off just enough to give himself some room to maneuver and then twists from his side onto his back until his head is resting between Eddie's thighs and he's smirking in triumph. ]
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[ and it's said with a bit of that sharpness reserved for when they're deeper into a scene. more often than not eddie praises and build up but he loves that flush that steve gets when he calls him out for how much he loves to suck him off.
eddie slips his hands under steve's neck so he can support his head, keep him on him since now he has to maneuver himself on his knees so he can have some leverage to fuck his throat. it's an effort that wouldn't be this much of a problem if not for the brat between his legs. ] You've been so good for me. Shit. I should give you what you want. [ but not everything he wants, not so fast when steve hadn't listened and eddie wants to give him that moment to adjust before slowly rocking into his throat. ]
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Eddie's hands go to his neck and even like this, it's a touch that makes Steve's cock twitch. He moves with him as much as he can to make the transition onto his knees a smooth one, and once they're settled, he tilts his head back to the right angle to open up his throat for Eddie. Despite saying he'll give in, though, Eddie makes him wait until he whines around the mouthful and seems to jumpstart Eddie into moving and pulling a pleased moan from Steve. ]
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realistically, after an hour stretching steve's mouth and throat around him he's not going to last long. eddie's already worked up, cock sensitive and leaking like he's going to lose it soon.
he does start slow, then pulls back until he's only got and inch or so left in steve's mouth before sliding forward, snaps his hips forward just the way steve's like the last few times they've done this right before he's nearly settled in his mouth. there's a pace they're both used to, not as brutal one like if he were buried between steve's asscheeks but steady and familiar, rough and quick enough that he knows steve's face will be slick with tears. it'll leave steve's throat sore, his voice hoarse for days. ] Fuck, baby. Feels so good, so tight and hot around me. So good when you're moaning for me, crying on my dick.
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When Eddie starts to move back, Steve has a moment of panic that maybe he'll pull out completely. His worries are quickly soothed as Eddie thrusts forward and down Steve's throat, stinging perfectly and bringing tears to the corners of his eyes. Relaxing his mouth further, jaw going a little slack, he settles into the rhythm of sucking in air when Eddie pulls back and moaning it out again around his cock when it pushes in. He can feel the tears sliding down and into his hair, can taste precome thick on his tongue, and keens at Eddie's words. He feels like he's close to coming and fights it, focusing in on his dom's dick and rubbing his tongue against it and staying in that warm space that keeps him obedient. ]
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it’s the trust, the fact that steve’s willing to give him this, is what has eddie so fucking gone for him already. ] Shit, sweetheart. Baby, your mouth. Shitshitshit.
[ he’s babbling mostly, lost to the way steve’s throat flutters around him. eddie’s not a religious guy for all his invoking of jesus h. christ at any moment but this has to be better than heaven. his hips stutter, the rhythm lost when he was never going to last long. ] Fuck. Gonna come. [ which is what he manages before he rocks forward, cockhead pressing to the back of Steve’s throat as he spills. eddie drops down to his forearms, presses his forehead into steve's stomach, pants and groans into his skin as his vision blurs. ]
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[ and isn't he just fucking everything eddie's wanted -- and shit. eddie catches that steve gasps, that he's choking so sits back slowly and eases off of him to give him some air and pull his own oversensitive cock out of his throat and mouth, shuddering and hissing low as cool air hits spit slicked skin. ] Jesus Christ, baby. Fuck. [ sitting back on his heels, thighs spread wide, he can finally get a good look at steve, reaches out to wipe at the corners of his eyes. ]
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Eddie. [ His voice is hoarse, fucked out and unused and definitely in need of water. ] Fuck, I'm sorry.
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he crawls over him, turns so he's straddling steve's chest and leaning over him with his hands on steve's cheeks, thumbs wiping at his tears. his hair falls them, a little curtain to shield away the world. ] Shhh, sweetheart. It's okay. Why are you sorry?
You've been so good for me.
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