[ 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?
[ It feels so stupid to be upset about it when Eddie isn't, and the fact that he's being so gentle with Steve helps to calm him. Coming out of the warm haze of still obedience in this way hasn't been great, but he's going to get over it pretty easily.
Turning into one of Eddie's hands and kissing the palm, he looks up at him sheepishly. ] You told me not to come until you gave permission.
[ eddie leans forward, presses his lips to the corner of steve's mouth. fuck, how can he looks so hot like this with his doe eyes wide and when he looks so fucked out and somehow sheepish at the same time. it's really not fair.
he shifts down steve's body, casts his gaze down and back up at his face. ] Stevie, baby, sweetheart. [ he presses a kiss to the moles on steve's cheek, one after each pet name. ] You're still hard. You came dry and, shit, that's so fucking hot I couldn't be mad at you for it if I tried.
Fuck. [ and he sounds reverent, feels awed by it. ] I could probably get my hand on you, tell you you can get off and you'd be so good and come again for me.
[ Eager for affection, Steve turns into the kiss and chases Eddie for another one. The endearments help build him back up again, as do the little peppering of kisses over his face. He sighs out with relief when Eddie confirms that he's not mad, not even a little disappointed in him, and that only leaves room for him to feel achingly hard again.
Whining, he nods and kisses Eddie slow and sinful. The way he phrases it like it would be Steve on his best behavior makes his heart sing while his skin flushes hot. ] Please, I'll be good, the best ever. I can come again for you.
You're so hot, sweetheart. I'm so fucking lucky. [ and is he coming on stronger than he normally would? probably a little but eddie's normally all praise and building steve up anyway, at least at this point of a scene when the point isn't him being mean.
he kisses back, licks into steve's mouth slow and then nips at his lower lip, catches it between his teeth and tugs. ] I know you can.
[ and he knows steve can, will looks so good and wrecked when eddie gets a hand on him. he slides down his body, straddles steve's thighs so he can get a good view of him as he wraps his fingers around the base of steve's cock; he's so wet already, so hot in eddie's hand as he strokes him up from the base. ] Come on, baby, show me how good you are. Let me see you come.
[ Moaning into the kiss, buzzing from the praise, he can't help smiling against Eddie's mouth. He's always loved kissing but Eddie makes it an art with the way he plays with Steve like the easiest instrument.
He misses Eddie's proximity, but he watches him move down his body and feels his cock throb with the realization he'll be touched soon. Despite the orgasm he just had, he feels on edge already almost as if he'd never backed down from it, one wave cresting right behind the other. The first touch of calloused fingers has Steve dropping his head back with a keen of pleasure. Already leaking precome, it only takes a few more strokes for Steve's body to tense up, breath quickening, hips twitching up into the hot fist. ]
Fuck, oh fuck, Eddie. [ It's all the warning there is before he comes hard, arching off the bed again with a sharper bow of his back as his vision whites out. ]
Stevie. [ and if that's said like a prayer, who's to blame eddie who's witnessing the most beautiful sight in the goddamn world. he watches steve with eyes wide, keeps stroking him as that tidal wave crashes into him and washes through him.
he looks perfect and eddie's muttering praise through it, telling him how good he is even if he knows that steve's overwhelmed by sensation and lost to him. he wipes his hand on steve's hip as his cock stops twitching, as he falls back down on the bed and eddie realizes he's passed out from the force of that orgasm ripping through him. he leans over him, presses a kiss to steve's forehead. ] Christ. You're so perfect, baby.
[ steve won't hear it but he means it. eddie takes a moment to look around, doesn't pull steve's collar off him yet but knows it's time for them to at least draw what they're doing right now to a close. he stretches his arms over his head, pushes himself up off the bed so he can make two stops outside of the bedroom. it takes two trips but eventually there's water on the bedside table and apple slices, in case steve wants them, and eddie's coming back into the room with a warm washcloth to wipe steve's come from his stomach and chest just as he's starting to come to.
eddie drops the towel on the floor beside the bed, next to his shorts, and pulls his shirt over his head so he's left in his boxers. be crawls over steve, leans down to kiss his cheek. ] Back with me, sweetheart?
There's water for you if you can drink some right now. [ but he'll give steve a moment to come to, to let him know what state he's in before eddie figures out if he needs to help him with that. ]
[ Steve's out long enough to really be aware of it, not just a quick loss of consciousness but a drifting through a void so opposite of the high he feels during a scene yet no less enjoyable. There's a moment when he becomes vaguely aware of Eddie moving around and the noise of him in the kitchen, distant and muffled like being asleep as a child in the backseat of his parent's car. Safe and warm, a little too warm if he thinks about it, but he pushes off accepting that sensation for a while longer.
Humming as Eddie speaks to him, he cracks open his eyes and smiles sleepily. His entire body feels like it's been filled with warm water, heavy and sluggish but not unenjoyably so. He licks his lips, tries to swallow, and then groans at the sandpaper that is his tongue. ]
Yeah, of course. Let's get you sitting up a little. [ which really just means that eddie's going to tuck himself behind steve, maneuver them so he's half-sitting against the pillow and steve's resting against his chest instead of laying down so he'll choke if he drinks.
it also means more points of contact between them, skin pressed against warm skin which would be better without the summer heatwave. eddie had turned the fan back on before getting on the bed and with the low light in the room, hopefully they'll cool down a little soon. he reaches for the glass of water, lifts it to steve's lips to help him drink it slowly.
he has his free hand splayed over steve's chest, fingers gliding through the soft hair there. ]
[ Pliant enough to be easy to move though making an effort not to just be dead weight, Steve is as grateful for Eddie behind him to relax into as he is for the water. He gulps it down greedily, nearly draining the glass in one go, and then gasps for breath when he's done. Tilting his head to the side and catching sight of the apple slices, he smiles and leans his head back to look up at Eddie. ]
Did you make me apple slices? [ His tone is nothing but endearment because it's a sweet gesture that shows Eddie's concern as much as his care. Eyes drifting closed for a moment, he lifts a hand to cover Eddie's on his chest not to stop him from the soft touches but to make sure he keeps going. ] Did you have fun?
Yeah. You want some? [ eddie asks as he stretches out his arm and sets the glass on his bedside table. then he wraps that arm around steve's chest, threads that hand over the one steve covered his with. he lifts their intertwined hands until he can press his lips to steve's wrist, over his pulse point. ] I did. You're a fucking dream, you know that?
[ he asks and tilts his head down, presses a kiss to the top of steve's head as he drops their hands down to steve's stomach. his other hand remains on steve's chest, blunt nails barely scraping along his skin. ] Did you? [ because that matters more than if eddie did, ultimately, and eddie's not pressing for the answer he'd like as much as he wants to hear the honest one. ]
In a minute. [ If Steve's eyes weren't already closed, he'd have to screw them up against the wave of affection he feels for Eddie. They've just spent an hour with his cock in Steve's mouth, made him come dry and then again within the span of minutes, and made him pass out from the pleasure, and here he is kissing Steve's wrist and making him a snack and doing everything to make him feel cared for. This is one of Eddie's strengths, the aftercare that he uses to temper the heightened emotions of a scene and remind Steve that they're boyfriends as much as they are dom and sub. It's a little silly to think about it having such a profound impact on Steve, but it feels big. ]
Yeah, it was incredible. [ It's his turn to lift their hands so he can kiss Eddie's right on the heel of his palm. ] Like I want to do it again sometime.
Good. Before you fall asleep on me, okay? [ because as much as it was a question, eddie does want steve to eat a little before he drifts off completely. he presses another kiss above steve's ear, nips at it but doesn't bite down before kissing the same spot. ] Yeah?
[ he smiles at that press of lips, squeezes steve's hand gently. ] We can definitely do it again. Maybe during a movie or something where I'm not moving so much.
[ but really they have plenty of time ahead of them to figure that out, there's no need to rush toward the next time when they're still technically not done for the day. ]
Promise. [ He knows the importance of keeping up strength after physical exertion, so there's no reason to be a brat about snacks.
Humming under Eddie's kisses, he gives in to the urge to yawn. Sometimes he feels guilty for getting sleepy like this after a fantastic orgasm, but also he can rest easy knowing he made Eddie come as well. It's also reassuring that they're on the same page about doing it again, maybe upping the stakes when it comes to the amount of time they go for; even just the thought of being on his knees in front of Eddie while he watches a movie has Steve shuddering. ]
Good boy. [ he can throw out a little praise now, is more generous with it though steve hasn't eaten the apples yet. he's promised, that's a step.
eddie chuckles as steve yawns, feels a bit tired himself and worn out even though he'd spent most of his time just try to hold himself together instead of stuffed full and floating. yawning is contagious so a moment later he's hiding a yawn in steve's hair. ] Mmm.
[ he presses a kiss to that spot, then another. ] My pleasure, sweetheart. And thank you. For letting me take care of you.
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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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Turning into one of Eddie's hands and kissing the palm, he looks up at him sheepishly. ] You told me not to come until you gave permission.
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he shifts down steve's body, casts his gaze down and back up at his face. ] Stevie, baby, sweetheart. [ he presses a kiss to the moles on steve's cheek, one after each pet name. ] You're still hard. You came dry and, shit, that's so fucking hot I couldn't be mad at you for it if I tried.
Fuck. [ and he sounds reverent, feels awed by it. ] I could probably get my hand on you, tell you you can get off and you'd be so good and come again for me.
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Whining, he nods and kisses Eddie slow and sinful. The way he phrases it like it would be Steve on his best behavior makes his heart sing while his skin flushes hot. ] Please, I'll be good, the best ever. I can come again for you.
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he kisses back, licks into steve's mouth slow and then nips at his lower lip, catches it between his teeth and tugs. ] I know you can.
[ and he knows steve can, will looks so good and wrecked when eddie gets a hand on him. he slides down his body, straddles steve's thighs so he can get a good view of him as he wraps his fingers around the base of steve's cock; he's so wet already, so hot in eddie's hand as he strokes him up from the base. ] Come on, baby, show me how good you are. Let me see you come.
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He misses Eddie's proximity, but he watches him move down his body and feels his cock throb with the realization he'll be touched soon. Despite the orgasm he just had, he feels on edge already almost as if he'd never backed down from it, one wave cresting right behind the other. The first touch of calloused fingers has Steve dropping his head back with a keen of pleasure. Already leaking precome, it only takes a few more strokes for Steve's body to tense up, breath quickening, hips twitching up into the hot fist. ]
Fuck, oh fuck, Eddie. [ It's all the warning there is before he comes hard, arching off the bed again with a sharper bow of his back as his vision whites out. ]
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he looks perfect and eddie's muttering praise through it, telling him how good he is even if he knows that steve's overwhelmed by sensation and lost to him. he wipes his hand on steve's hip as his cock stops twitching, as he falls back down on the bed and eddie realizes he's passed out from the force of that orgasm ripping through him. he leans over him, presses a kiss to steve's forehead. ] Christ. You're so perfect, baby.
[ steve won't hear it but he means it. eddie takes a moment to look around, doesn't pull steve's collar off him yet but knows it's time for them to at least draw what they're doing right now to a close. he stretches his arms over his head, pushes himself up off the bed so he can make two stops outside of the bedroom. it takes two trips but eventually there's water on the bedside table and apple slices, in case steve wants them, and eddie's coming back into the room with a warm washcloth to wipe steve's come from his stomach and chest just as he's starting to come to.
eddie drops the towel on the floor beside the bed, next to his shorts, and pulls his shirt over his head so he's left in his boxers. be crawls over steve, leans down to kiss his cheek. ] Back with me, sweetheart?
There's water for you if you can drink some right now. [ but he'll give steve a moment to come to, to let him know what state he's in before eddie figures out if he needs to help him with that. ]
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Humming as Eddie speaks to him, he cracks open his eyes and smiles sleepily. His entire body feels like it's been filled with warm water, heavy and sluggish but not unenjoyably so. He licks his lips, tries to swallow, and then groans at the sandpaper that is his tongue. ]
Hey, can you... help me?
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it also means more points of contact between them, skin pressed against warm skin which would be better without the summer heatwave. eddie had turned the fan back on before getting on the bed and with the low light in the room, hopefully they'll cool down a little soon. he reaches for the glass of water, lifts it to steve's lips to help him drink it slowly.
he has his free hand splayed over steve's chest, fingers gliding through the soft hair there. ]
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Did you make me apple slices? [ His tone is nothing but endearment because it's a sweet gesture that shows Eddie's concern as much as his care. Eyes drifting closed for a moment, he lifts a hand to cover Eddie's on his chest not to stop him from the soft touches but to make sure he keeps going. ] Did you have fun?
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[ he asks and tilts his head down, presses a kiss to the top of steve's head as he drops their hands down to steve's stomach. his other hand remains on steve's chest, blunt nails barely scraping along his skin. ] Did you? [ because that matters more than if eddie did, ultimately, and eddie's not pressing for the answer he'd like as much as he wants to hear the honest one. ]
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Yeah, it was incredible. [ It's his turn to lift their hands so he can kiss Eddie's right on the heel of his palm. ] Like I want to do it again sometime.
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[ he smiles at that press of lips, squeezes steve's hand gently. ] We can definitely do it again. Maybe during a movie or something where I'm not moving so much.
[ but really they have plenty of time ahead of them to figure that out, there's no need to rush toward the next time when they're still technically not done for the day. ]
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Humming under Eddie's kisses, he gives in to the urge to yawn. Sometimes he feels guilty for getting sleepy like this after a fantastic orgasm, but also he can rest easy knowing he made Eddie come as well. It's also reassuring that they're on the same page about doing it again, maybe upping the stakes when it comes to the amount of time they go for; even just the thought of being on his knees in front of Eddie while he watches a movie has Steve shuddering. ]
Thanks, Eds. For all of this.
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eddie chuckles as steve yawns, feels a bit tired himself and worn out even though he'd spent most of his time just try to hold himself together instead of stuffed full and floating. yawning is contagious so a moment later he's hiding a yawn in steve's hair. ] Mmm.
[ he presses a kiss to that spot, then another. ] My pleasure, sweetheart. And thank you. For letting me take care of you.
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