[ what happened to him being mad about jizz in his eye? anyway, how about this: ]
listen, i gotta... run an errand for give or take maybe an hour but a little bird told me one of the windows on the trailer doesn't like to latch all the way so. if you wanted to come check that out...
I should definitely check that out, it sounds unsafe if anyone could just let themselves into your room while you're not around. Especially if your uncle isn't home.
you raise a good point uncle wayne left for the plant about an hour ago won't be home for the next 7-8 hours or so i guess you really should check out that window...
I'm gonna tag back our other thread later today, but if you want a second one... 👀
[ Steve doesn't reply, instead leaving Eddie to do whatever errand he has to do—or is more than likely just making up for the sake of getting out of the trailer. He appreciates the opportunity either way and tries not to think too hard about how Eddie is slowly getting him used to roleplay, or at the very least acting for the sake of setting a sexy scene. If this is his way of warming Steve up to the thought of joining a D&D campaign, well... he might be surprised how close he is to that goal.
Not that Steve is thinking about games like that when he has a mission to complete. He's hoping that an hour-long errand had been an honest approximation since it gives him enough time to freshen up and get into place. He showers in record time, styles his hair without going heavy on the products since he knows Eddie's hands will be all over it, and jumps into the Beemer to point it towards Forest Hills. There's still plenty of time left in this imaginary time limit for him to get to the trailer and start poking around at the windows. He curses a bit when the first two are closed and locked, wondering why it is that Eddie hadn't been more specific about which window had been left opened. Steve's going to get the cops called on him at this rate, and having to open the door of his boyfriend's trailer in any state of undress is going to be impossible to explain.
Finally, he figures the best window to try is one in Eddie's room, and he hits the jackpot. This is obviously used for coming and going since there are a couple of empty beer crates piled up as make-shift stairs. Duh, Steve should have started here in the first place. Clambering up and through the window, he rolls onto the floor with a grunt and sort of... lays there for a moment. He's not unfamiliar with Eddie's room—not unfamiliar with being on his back and looking up at the ceiling, either—but for a moment, he just drinks it all in as a physical manifestation of how his life has changed so much in recent years but even more so in the past few months.
He doesn't have time to get all existential, though, so he pushes up onto his feet and looks around for the shirt Eddie had left out. There it is, laid out like a goddamned present, and Steven laughs under his breath. Glancing around even though he knows that no one is around, he starts stripping out of his clothes and draping them over a nearby chair. Instead of just swapping out the shirt, he gets completely naked and then pulls Eddie's shirt on—and it just barely reaches low enough to cover anything below his waist. Well, that was the intention, right? He still combs his fingers through his hair with some nerves, shakes out his hands while he takes in a calming breath, and then goes to wait on the bed for Eddie to come back. ]
[ there is no errand. it's a lie, and they both know it, but like always, eddie's glad steve plays along. he's always doing that - rolling with whatever eddie throws at him, whether it's something dumb like a little bit of harmless roleplay, or wanting to try something new (to steve) in the bedroom. pretending eddie really does have shit to take care of, just so he can sneak into eddie's room and put on his stupid band shirt like they're both not in on it. it's truly a little bit crazy how much steve does for him. sometimes, eddie still doesn't understand how he got so lucky in that steve seems to like him just as much as he likes steve.
there is no errand, but eddie grabs his keys and his jacket and he leaves the trailer like a bat out of hell. hops right over the couple of steps leading down from his front door after he locks up and jumps in his van like he's late for something important. like there's a chance he might run into steve and spoil this whole little - scene they're setting up. scene is a decent word for it, if not the word. when he backs out of his yard, his back tires kick up a little cloud of dirt, and then he's out of forest hills.
eddie has no actual destination in mind once he's out on the main road. all he knows is he has about an hour he has to kill, which feels like an eternity when he knows what'll be waiting at the other end of it. for a little while, he just drives. takes some back roads that lead to nowhere important and chews on the edge of his thumb nail, trying not to think too hard about... steve. in his room, waiting, in one of his band's shirts and nothing else. he tries not to think about about steve, sitting on his bed, thighs spread, tries not to think about how much his shirt probably won't cover.
he realizes too late that he didn't grab his cigarettes before he booked it out of the trailer, and there are none stashed away in the van, so he has to stop. eddie pulls into the nearest gas station, sits in his car with the engine off for a minute or two, half-aroused and willing any and all obvious... evidence to go away. he buys a pack of cigarettes and some cinnamon gum, two things to keep him occupied for however long he's got left before he can turn his van around.
eddie smokes three cigarettes and chews the flavor out of two sticks of gum and checks his watch more times that necessary, and five minutes short of an hour, he decides it's been long enough. he's patience is running thin and the anticipation is close to killing him, his imagination filling his head with all these different flash images of steve harrington and his pretty eyes and his soft hair and his plush lower lip. his broad shoulders and his narrow waist and his strong thighs. his hands, the stretch of his throat. it's all eddie can do to not blow through every stop sign and red light on the way back home.
when he pulls back into his yard, his tires skid a little in the dirt, kicking up another small cloud of dust as he slides in right next to steve's car. eddie can feel his heart kicking around at his ribs, can feel it climbing up toward his throat. he can feel his skin buzzing as he cuts the engine and hops out of the van. when he reaches the porch, he stops for a moment at the bottom of the steps, takes a second to take a breath and try and compose himself a little, even though he feels like he's going to burst. but he takes the steps one at a time, opens the screen door like a normal person, slides his key into the lock and turns it over.
when he steps into his home, he moves like his patience isn't clinging by a thread. he closes the door behind him, senses on high alert, and he hangs his keys on a hook by the door before starting to shrug out of his jacket. he leaves it on the back of a chair, and then starts to move toward the hallway, and when he makes it to the end, when he makes it to his open bedroom door, he stops in the archway.
it's better than anything and everything he'd pictured. eddie's lips part a little so he can draw in a slow, deep breath, weight tilting to the left until his shoulder leans up against the doorframe, head tilting a little as he looks at steve. right where he said he'd be, wearing his dumb corroded coffin shirt, looking like the kind of thing people write poems about. the kind of thing people paint on ceilings in places of worship. eddie pinches at the skin on his palm, like he's just trying to make sure he's not dreaming. he shakes his head a little, the corner of his mouth starting to curve upward a little.
god, how did he get so lucky? how did he get so fucking lucky? ]
You... [ he drifts off, distracted by every little detail, eyes wandering openly. he still hasn't moved from his spot in the doorway, almost like he thinks if he does, he might disturb something. ] ... Are the most incredible fucking thing I've ever seen.
[ There ends up being a little more time than Steve had expected, and it's both a blessing and a curse. He can calm down, relax a little and think saintly thoughts to mellow out because he knows that Eddie is going to rile him up like hell. But thinking about Eddie and trying to not think about all the things he might do to him are very different things, and that's where the curse of time comes into play. Steve's imagination can run wild while he sits there, slumped over and undignified on the bed because no one is there to see him yet. He can think about the way Eddie might look at him when he comes through the door, the toss-up between praising how Steve looks and teasing him for it, where he'll put his hands first with so much bare skin to choose from, if he'll want to fuck right away or take his time at first.
Steve is deep in thought, but the sound of Eddie's van skidding to a stop out front is unmistakable. Scrambling a little to get into a different position than pantless humpback, Steve gathers his legs underneath him and laments that he hadn't taking the time to think about how he should be sitting when Eddie walks through the door. He's frozen with indecision when the front door unlocks and opens, but the familiar sound sends him back into action. There's a brief flash of horror at the thought that it could be Wayne home early, that he could come into Eddie's room to see if he's home and find Steve fucking Harrington sitting on the bed with his cock out. It makes him grab at the front hem of the shirt and push it down between his thighs, but then he second guesses himself. Those sound like Eddie's footsteps coming down the hall much more slowly than Steve expected, and wouldn't he like a little more of a display to walk in on?
Shifting again, Steve lets go of the front of the shirt and spreads his knees a bit wider, sitting back on his heels and hands... where the fuck does he put his hands? Eddie is nearly at the door, can probably hear the creaking of his bed while Steve tries to paint a tempting picture. Chapel ceilings have been on his brain too much, Eddie is so clearly under his skin and Steve doesn't want him to leave. At the last second he sets his palms on the top of his thighs just beneath the bottom of the shirt where it isn't leaving much to the imagination in terms of how hard he is at the moment.
Eddie steps into view a second later and Steve looks up at him immediately. He doesn't say something, keeping an uncharacteristic silence as he just... looks. Eddie is constantly in motion in one way or another, but right now his body is still while his eyes do all of the walking like a physical presence along Steve's skin. Shivering a little, pleasant chills running down his spine, Steve cocks his head to one side and smiles as his confidence comes back to him. Clearly, he delivered on being a sexy sight to come home to. ]
I'm glad you like it. [ His smile melts into a smirk and he slides his hands higher up his thighs to ruck the shirt up with the heels of his palms. ] It's all for you, you know.
[ it's better than he imagined. somehow, everything with steve is always so much better than eddie could possibly imagine, and this time is no exception. there was no doubt in his mind before that steve would look good in his band's shirt - steve looks good in everything and in nothing, so that's no surprise - but eddie what eddie hadn't expected was how much he would like it. standing in the doorway just looking at him feels like a miracle of miracles and the most awful curse at the same time, because eddie wants to stand here in this moment forever, drinking him in, memorizing every detail, but he also wants to touch every inch of him immediately. he wants his hands on steve like two minutes ago, but eddie's still a little too stunned to make himself move just yet.
it's hard not to track steve's hands as they start to move, drifting up from where they were splayed over his thighs and catching at the bottom of his borrowed shirt, hiking it up a few inches. eddie's tongue floods with saliva, the skin around the collar of his shirt suddenly warm with arousal, his palms hot like they're itching for steve's skin under them. steve is... unmistakably hard, but eddie doesn't think it'll take him very long to get there himself.
eddie wets his lips, forcing himself to take in a steady breath, let it out just as easy. when he speaks, his voice is quiet, a little rough around the edges, but he doesn't bother clearing his throat. ]
Jesus Christ, look at you... [ eddie hasn't been able to stop looking at him from the moment he turned the corner and found steve on his bed. he finally pushes away from the doorframe with his shoulder, and though the path between the door and his bed is relatively short, eddie takes his time approaching, eyes flitting here and there as he catalogues every single detail about this moment, about steve.
when he reaches the edge of his bed, he hikes a knee up in the wide space between steve's thighs, but he doesn't crowd him just yet. instead, he reaches out with one hand, ghosting his knuckles down steve's cheek before fitting a couple of his fingers beneath his chin. he cradles his jaw gently, thumb touching his bottom lip, and slowly tilts steve's head up. his pupils are a little blown, like steve is eddie's own personal drug, and he shakes his head subtly like he just can't believe steve is his. ] You're gorgeous. You're so... so fucking hot.
[ there are so many words he could say to describe how he feels about steve, right now and in general, many of which he's told him before, but instead of saying thing else, eddie wets his lips and leans down, and he kisses steve nice and slow. the hand curled loosely under his chin shifts and drifts, fingertips trailing down the length of his throat, catching briefly in the collar of his shirt before continuing just bit lower and off to one side. deliberately, he thumbs at one of steve's nipples through his shirt, then brings his hand back up to curl it against the side of steve's neck. ]
[ It feels like it takes an age for Eddie to speak, and there's a little part of Steve that worries he may have fucked up. He could have taken it too far, or not far enough, or maybe Eddie is just changing his mind about this fantasy. It's that small and cruel part of Steve's brain that he tries to ignore, arguing with himself that Eddie's face isn't one of someone unhappy with the sight in front of him. When he finally breaks the silence, voice husky with arousal, Steve's confidence wins the argument and stamps out his insecurities for another time.
Eyes following Eddie as he moves around the room, circling like a predator, Steve feels a flush creep down the back of his neck. It's like the calm before the storm, and maybe he's imagining it but he can see Eddie practically vibrating with the energy he's holding back, the pounce that hasn't yet been sprung on Steve. Even when he's close enough that Steve could reach out and touch him, pull him close and cut the tension between them, he keeps his hands in place where they've come to rest high on the tops of his thighs with the shirt wrinkled around his wrists. Eddie's the one to touch first, reaching out so easily to catch his chin and make Steve bite back a whine as he thumbs his bottom lip, pulls it down just a bit to part from the other as his head tilts back. Steve's pupils are just as wide, but his eyelids droop a bit as he's lulled into the softness of the moment. ]
Glad you like it. [ He's smiling by the time he gets that kiss, stretching up into it eagerly though he keeps his same position. There's something sexy about holding still until he's told to do otherwise or moved how Eddie wants him, pliant and willing. Steve's breath hitches as fingers brush over his neck, wondering if they might linger there, but then they're moving even lower to tease him. He inhales sharply at the touch to his nipple, there and gone so quickly, and whines again. ]
C'mon, Eddie, please.
sry this is so late i lost so many notifications somehow!!
[ 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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[ what happened to him being mad about jizz in his eye? anyway, how about this: ]
listen, i gotta... run an errand
for give or take maybe an hour
but a little bird told me one of the windows on the trailer doesn't like to latch all the way
so. if you wanted to come check that out...
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I should definitely check that out, it sounds unsafe if anyone could just let themselves into your room while you're not around. Especially if your uncle isn't home.
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uncle wayne left for the plant about an hour ago
won't be home for the next 7-8 hours or so
i guess you really should check out that window...
I'm gonna tag back our other thread later today, but if you want a second one... 👀
i will never say no
i guess i should get to that errand
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Not that Steve is thinking about games like that when he has a mission to complete. He's hoping that an hour-long errand had been an honest approximation since it gives him enough time to freshen up and get into place. He showers in record time, styles his hair without going heavy on the products since he knows Eddie's hands will be all over it, and jumps into the Beemer to point it towards Forest Hills. There's still plenty of time left in this imaginary time limit for him to get to the trailer and start poking around at the windows. He curses a bit when the first two are closed and locked, wondering why it is that Eddie hadn't been more specific about which window had been left opened. Steve's going to get the cops called on him at this rate, and having to open the door of his boyfriend's trailer in any state of undress is going to be impossible to explain.
Finally, he figures the best window to try is one in Eddie's room, and he hits the jackpot. This is obviously used for coming and going since there are a couple of empty beer crates piled up as make-shift stairs. Duh, Steve should have started here in the first place. Clambering up and through the window, he rolls onto the floor with a grunt and sort of... lays there for a moment. He's not unfamiliar with Eddie's room—not unfamiliar with being on his back and looking up at the ceiling, either—but for a moment, he just drinks it all in as a physical manifestation of how his life has changed so much in recent years but even more so in the past few months.
He doesn't have time to get all existential, though, so he pushes up onto his feet and looks around for the shirt Eddie had left out. There it is, laid out like a goddamned present, and Steven laughs under his breath. Glancing around even though he knows that no one is around, he starts stripping out of his clothes and draping them over a nearby chair. Instead of just swapping out the shirt, he gets completely naked and then pulls Eddie's shirt on—and it just barely reaches low enough to cover anything below his waist. Well, that was the intention, right? He still combs his fingers through his hair with some nerves, shakes out his hands while he takes in a calming breath, and then goes to wait on the bed for Eddie to come back. ]
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there is no errand, but eddie grabs his keys and his jacket and he leaves the trailer like a bat out of hell. hops right over the couple of steps leading down from his front door after he locks up and jumps in his van like he's late for something important. like there's a chance he might run into steve and spoil this whole little - scene they're setting up. scene is a decent word for it, if not the word. when he backs out of his yard, his back tires kick up a little cloud of dirt, and then he's out of forest hills.
eddie has no actual destination in mind once he's out on the main road. all he knows is he has about an hour he has to kill, which feels like an eternity when he knows what'll be waiting at the other end of it. for a little while, he just drives. takes some back roads that lead to nowhere important and chews on the edge of his thumb nail, trying not to think too hard about... steve. in his room, waiting, in one of his band's shirts and nothing else. he tries not to think about about steve, sitting on his bed, thighs spread, tries not to think about how much his shirt probably won't cover.
he realizes too late that he didn't grab his cigarettes before he booked it out of the trailer, and there are none stashed away in the van, so he has to stop. eddie pulls into the nearest gas station, sits in his car with the engine off for a minute or two, half-aroused and willing any and all obvious... evidence to go away. he buys a pack of cigarettes and some cinnamon gum, two things to keep him occupied for however long he's got left before he can turn his van around.
eddie smokes three cigarettes and chews the flavor out of two sticks of gum and checks his watch more times that necessary, and five minutes short of an hour, he decides it's been long enough. he's patience is running thin and the anticipation is close to killing him, his imagination filling his head with all these different flash images of steve harrington and his pretty eyes and his soft hair and his plush lower lip. his broad shoulders and his narrow waist and his strong thighs. his hands, the stretch of his throat. it's all eddie can do to not blow through every stop sign and red light on the way back home.
when he pulls back into his yard, his tires skid a little in the dirt, kicking up another small cloud of dust as he slides in right next to steve's car. eddie can feel his heart kicking around at his ribs, can feel it climbing up toward his throat. he can feel his skin buzzing as he cuts the engine and hops out of the van. when he reaches the porch, he stops for a moment at the bottom of the steps, takes a second to take a breath and try and compose himself a little, even though he feels like he's going to burst. but he takes the steps one at a time, opens the screen door like a normal person, slides his key into the lock and turns it over.
when he steps into his home, he moves like his patience isn't clinging by a thread. he closes the door behind him, senses on high alert, and he hangs his keys on a hook by the door before starting to shrug out of his jacket. he leaves it on the back of a chair, and then starts to move toward the hallway, and when he makes it to the end, when he makes it to his open bedroom door, he stops in the archway.
it's better than anything and everything he'd pictured. eddie's lips part a little so he can draw in a slow, deep breath, weight tilting to the left until his shoulder leans up against the doorframe, head tilting a little as he looks at steve. right where he said he'd be, wearing his dumb corroded coffin shirt, looking like the kind of thing people write poems about. the kind of thing people paint on ceilings in places of worship. eddie pinches at the skin on his palm, like he's just trying to make sure he's not dreaming. he shakes his head a little, the corner of his mouth starting to curve upward a little.
god, how did he get so lucky? how did he get so fucking lucky? ]
You... [ he drifts off, distracted by every little detail, eyes wandering openly. he still hasn't moved from his spot in the doorway, almost like he thinks if he does, he might disturb something. ] ... Are the most incredible fucking thing I've ever seen.
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Steve is deep in thought, but the sound of Eddie's van skidding to a stop out front is unmistakable. Scrambling a little to get into a different position than pantless humpback, Steve gathers his legs underneath him and laments that he hadn't taking the time to think about how he should be sitting when Eddie walks through the door. He's frozen with indecision when the front door unlocks and opens, but the familiar sound sends him back into action. There's a brief flash of horror at the thought that it could be Wayne home early, that he could come into Eddie's room to see if he's home and find Steve fucking Harrington sitting on the bed with his cock out. It makes him grab at the front hem of the shirt and push it down between his thighs, but then he second guesses himself. Those sound like Eddie's footsteps coming down the hall much more slowly than Steve expected, and wouldn't he like a little more of a display to walk in on?
Shifting again, Steve lets go of the front of the shirt and spreads his knees a bit wider, sitting back on his heels and hands... where the fuck does he put his hands? Eddie is nearly at the door, can probably hear the creaking of his bed while Steve tries to paint a tempting picture. Chapel ceilings have been on his brain too much, Eddie is so clearly under his skin and Steve doesn't want him to leave. At the last second he sets his palms on the top of his thighs just beneath the bottom of the shirt where it isn't leaving much to the imagination in terms of how hard he is at the moment.
Eddie steps into view a second later and Steve looks up at him immediately. He doesn't say something, keeping an uncharacteristic silence as he just... looks. Eddie is constantly in motion in one way or another, but right now his body is still while his eyes do all of the walking like a physical presence along Steve's skin. Shivering a little, pleasant chills running down his spine, Steve cocks his head to one side and smiles as his confidence comes back to him. Clearly, he delivered on being a sexy sight to come home to. ]
I'm glad you like it. [ His smile melts into a smirk and he slides his hands higher up his thighs to ruck the shirt up with the heels of his palms. ] It's all for you, you know.
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it's hard not to track steve's hands as they start to move, drifting up from where they were splayed over his thighs and catching at the bottom of his borrowed shirt, hiking it up a few inches. eddie's tongue floods with saliva, the skin around the collar of his shirt suddenly warm with arousal, his palms hot like they're itching for steve's skin under them. steve is... unmistakably hard, but eddie doesn't think it'll take him very long to get there himself.
eddie wets his lips, forcing himself to take in a steady breath, let it out just as easy. when he speaks, his voice is quiet, a little rough around the edges, but he doesn't bother clearing his throat. ]
Jesus Christ, look at you... [ eddie hasn't been able to stop looking at him from the moment he turned the corner and found steve on his bed. he finally pushes away from the doorframe with his shoulder, and though the path between the door and his bed is relatively short, eddie takes his time approaching, eyes flitting here and there as he catalogues every single detail about this moment, about steve.
when he reaches the edge of his bed, he hikes a knee up in the wide space between steve's thighs, but he doesn't crowd him just yet. instead, he reaches out with one hand, ghosting his knuckles down steve's cheek before fitting a couple of his fingers beneath his chin. he cradles his jaw gently, thumb touching his bottom lip, and slowly tilts steve's head up. his pupils are a little blown, like steve is eddie's own personal drug, and he shakes his head subtly like he just can't believe steve is his. ] You're gorgeous. You're so... so fucking hot.
[ there are so many words he could say to describe how he feels about steve, right now and in general, many of which he's told him before, but instead of saying thing else, eddie wets his lips and leans down, and he kisses steve nice and slow. the hand curled loosely under his chin shifts and drifts, fingertips trailing down the length of his throat, catching briefly in the collar of his shirt before continuing just bit lower and off to one side. deliberately, he thumbs at one of steve's nipples through his shirt, then brings his hand back up to curl it against the side of steve's neck. ]
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Eyes following Eddie as he moves around the room, circling like a predator, Steve feels a flush creep down the back of his neck. It's like the calm before the storm, and maybe he's imagining it but he can see Eddie practically vibrating with the energy he's holding back, the pounce that hasn't yet been sprung on Steve. Even when he's close enough that Steve could reach out and touch him, pull him close and cut the tension between them, he keeps his hands in place where they've come to rest high on the tops of his thighs with the shirt wrinkled around his wrists. Eddie's the one to touch first, reaching out so easily to catch his chin and make Steve bite back a whine as he thumbs his bottom lip, pulls it down just a bit to part from the other as his head tilts back. Steve's pupils are just as wide, but his eyelids droop a bit as he's lulled into the softness of the moment. ]
Glad you like it. [ He's smiling by the time he gets that kiss, stretching up into it eagerly though he keeps his same position. There's something sexy about holding still until he's told to do otherwise or moved how Eddie wants him, pliant and willing. Steve's breath hitches as fingers brush over his neck, wondering if they might linger there, but then they're moving even lower to tease him. He inhales sharply at the touch to his nipple, there and gone so quickly, and whines again. ]
C'mon, Eddie, please.
sry this is so late i lost so many notifications somehow!!
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. ]