[ 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.
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[ 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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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.
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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. ]