[ it's almost impossibly hard for eddie to maintain his restraint when he's got someone so fucking beautiful in front of him. someone he wants to put his hands all over, someone he wants to kiss until the air in his own lungs isn't his anymore. steve is a work of art like this, half naked, wearing one of eddie's shirts - his band's shirt, specifically. he's the kind of art people might want to keep behind glass, where no one can touch it and damage the integrity, the kind of art someone might keep in low lighting to keep it safe. remarkable and nearly untouchable, but eddie's resolve can only hold for so long.
it's the catch of steve's breath and that soft whine that does eddie in. breaks him down and makes him want to give steve whatever he wants, even though that's been the plan from the start. the quiet begging just makes eddie fold that much easier, the edges of his mouth spreading into a soft, fond little smile as he gazes down at steve, with his pupils blown wide and his eyes half closed. with his tan skin and his strong thighs and his cock hard and heavy between them.
eddie curls his hand over the back of steve's neck, leans down to kiss him again, just as teasing and just as slow, tongue tasting his lower lip this time. he hums a slow, thoughtful note into steve's mouth and then pulls away, but he doesn't goi very far. he lingers close, near enough that steve can probably still feel his breath on his chin, and he shifts his hand from the back of steve's neck to his throat, and then drifts his fingers down to the center of his chest where he flattens his palm. he presses gently, leaning into it a little. ]
All right, I got you. [ eddie puts a little more of his weight onto his knee, still pressed in the space between steve's legs, and turns his head slightly to press a kiss to his cheek, to his jaw, speaking closer to his ear, his voice quiet and somewhat gravelly. ] Why don't you lie back for me? Hmm?
[ Steve feels the grip on the nape of his neck and melts into it, tilting his head back to make it even easier for Eddie to lean down and kiss him, an invitation and a plea. Even if the pace is slow, the familiar taste of Eddie's mouth is enough for Steve at the moment like a reminder that this is someone he trusts not to leave him in the lurch. Eddie has always been so good to him any time their together, even in the ways that he teases Steve or jokes with him. It's an incredible balancing act for two sarcastic and somewhat jaded men to manage together, but there's also the understanding of how far they can take something before it's too much. No matter how desperate Steve feels at the moment, he knows that it's his own impatience rather than any failure from Eddie to take care of his needs, to tease him the perfect amount to make the climax even more worth the wait.
Eddie's fingers, heavy and cool with silver, smooth around to the front of his neck and steal his breath away until they splay over his chest so close to the heart that he could easily claim if he wanted to. Swallowing thickly like he's still working past the weight of Eddie's hand on his throat, Steve nods a reply while trying to find words in his foggy mind. He can feel the bed dipping beneath him with the pressure of Eddie's knee that is so tempting to rut against, but he's also being asked—told, the question mark thinly veils the command—to lean back and there's nothing he wants more than to be under Eddie. Maybe the desire to be good and earn further praise is stronger, but it also aligns with the need to listen.
So he goes down, folding under the gentle weight of Eddie's hand and the incredible pressure of his words on Steve's skin. He doesn't shift his legs, just lets himself lean back until he's folded in half at the knees. It feels a bit awkward, but it also leaves his body sloping down from hips to head, Eddie's shirt sliding up his torso until everything below the nipple is fully exposed. ]
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it's the catch of steve's breath and that soft whine that does eddie in. breaks him down and makes him want to give steve whatever he wants, even though that's been the plan from the start. the quiet begging just makes eddie fold that much easier, the edges of his mouth spreading into a soft, fond little smile as he gazes down at steve, with his pupils blown wide and his eyes half closed. with his tan skin and his strong thighs and his cock hard and heavy between them.
eddie curls his hand over the back of steve's neck, leans down to kiss him again, just as teasing and just as slow, tongue tasting his lower lip this time. he hums a slow, thoughtful note into steve's mouth and then pulls away, but he doesn't goi very far. he lingers close, near enough that steve can probably still feel his breath on his chin, and he shifts his hand from the back of steve's neck to his throat, and then drifts his fingers down to the center of his chest where he flattens his palm. he presses gently, leaning into it a little. ]
All right, I got you. [ eddie puts a little more of his weight onto his knee, still pressed in the space between steve's legs, and turns his head slightly to press a kiss to his cheek, to his jaw, speaking closer to his ear, his voice quiet and somewhat gravelly. ] Why don't you lie back for me? Hmm?
happens to the best of us, glad to have you back!
Eddie's fingers, heavy and cool with silver, smooth around to the front of his neck and steal his breath away until they splay over his chest so close to the heart that he could easily claim if he wanted to. Swallowing thickly like he's still working past the weight of Eddie's hand on his throat, Steve nods a reply while trying to find words in his foggy mind. He can feel the bed dipping beneath him with the pressure of Eddie's knee that is so tempting to rut against, but he's also being asked—told, the question mark thinly veils the command—to lean back and there's nothing he wants more than to be under Eddie. Maybe the desire to be good and earn further praise is stronger, but it also aligns with the need to listen.
So he goes down, folding under the gentle weight of Eddie's hand and the incredible pressure of his words on Steve's skin. He doesn't shift his legs, just lets himself lean back until he's folded in half at the knees. It feels a bit awkward, but it also leaves his body sloping down from hips to head, Eddie's shirt sliding up his torso until everything below the nipple is fully exposed. ]