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Steve is incredibly turned on. There isn't any specific reason, really. He's just high and Eddie is lying right beside him, so he's turned on. He squirms a little, eyes falling on his boyfriend who's watching him with amusement in his pretty doe eyes.
They just got home from one of their regular get-togethers with the other young adults, but this time Argyle was visiting and had brought some absolutely terrific chocolate and caramel space cake. Steve had decided to wait a bit before partaking. He had watched as Robin caught the giggles when her half-piece of cake started kicking in, and he had watched when she got lost staring at Nancy with the biggest heart eyes known to man. She really is the gayest person he knows.
After a talk with Eddie, he decided to take a bite a little before they left so he'd feel it once they were alone and Eddie could focus on him if needed. The hardest part had actually been to stop after only one piece because the cake was just this good –he'll have to ask Argyle for the recipe– but Eddie made sure he didn't eat more. Then he just kept an eye on him when he drove them back to the trailer.
Now here Steve is, laying in bed with his gorgeous boyfriend, higher than he's ever been since the whole Russian truth serum debacle, and –he can't stress this enough– he is horny as hell. His head is all fuzzy, but it's not heavy and sluggish, it's soft, and oh-so-sweet of a feeling. But he also feels hot. He’s wet, and he can feel his cunt throbbing here and there as he keeps on staring at Eddie. His boxers are probably soaked already.
"You okay in there, princess?"
It takes a few moments for Steve to register the question. He hums, a grin stretching his lips.
"Yeah, I'm good," he sighs as he reaches for his boyfriend’s cheek. "Just thinking about how pretty you'd be eating me out right now."
Eddie stays silent for a second before letting out a low whistle.
"Well, darling, the cake made you real straightforward, yeah?" he laughs, rolling on top of Steve.
"Maybe. Just want your tongue," Steve whispers in between their mouths before crashing them in a kiss. He doesn’t even bother with sweet and gentle. The kiss is messy and desperate, and it only grows filthier the longer their lips stay attached. Steve licks into Eddie's mouth, sucks on his tongue and bites his lips. It earns him low hums and breathy moans. Some of his favorite sounds. He smiles in the kiss.
Eddie's hands slip under his shirt, feeling his chest, ghosting over his nipples, and he shudders lightly, the sensation ripping a deep groan from him. He can feel his boyfriend laugh against his lips before he dips down his neck to kiss and lick the silky skin there.
"I got you, sweetheart," Eddie sighs after sucking a small bruise into Steve's collarbone. "Just relax and enjoy."
Steve’s underwear gets thrown somewhere toward the hamper, and, just like that, Eddie’s lips start traveling down his body. It's soft and sweet butterfly kisses on his scars, down his happy trail, until they latch onto his swollen dick and Eddie pushes the flat of his tongue against it. Steve can’t hold back a groaned “fuck” as he tangles his fingers in Eddie’s hair and throws his head back when his boyfriend’s clever tongue starts working its magic. It slides down and glides over his hole before going back to circle his sensitive nub.
For someone so adamant about being made to suck cock before they got together, Eddie got the hang of eating Steve’s pussy pretty quickly. He devotes all his energy to it, focusing on Steve’s reactions to give him what he wants, what he needs. And he quickly became extremely good at it, a fucking master of the art, but today feels like more to Steve.
Maybe it's the high clouding in his mind, but his body is way more sensitive than it usually is. He can’t control his voice or his limbs as they shake with each pass of Eddie’s tongue. Everything Eddie does rips a new kind of sound from him, turning him into a squirming and whimpering mess. It has him cumming without any warning in just a couple of minutes, his thighs clenching around Eddie’s head, his dick throbbing in his mouth.
Steve hears his boyfriend laughs sweetly as he continues to lap at his cunt. He kindly avoids the too-sensitive nub and focuses on his labia, suckling on the folds.
“All good, baby?” Eddie asks in a slightly raspy but soft voice.
Steve lets out a satisfied hum, eyes closed as he slowly comes down. He feels Eddie try to sit up, probably about to wipe his mouth, but he doesn’t feel any less desperate than he was before his orgasm. He feels even more aroused, if that’s possible. So he tightens his grip on Eddie’s hair to prevent him from moving and, with a breathy laugh, grinds up onto his face. He opens his eyes, looking down to search for any kind of negative reaction from his boyfriend, a look, or maybe a frown, any kind of resistance. But there’s nothing but a lustful twinkle in Eddie’s eyes from where he is looking up at him with his nose buried in Steve’s trimmed pubes. Taking it as a sign to keep going, he lets his head fall back on the pillows and rolls his hips again to chase after the wet warmth of Eddie’s mouth.
Eddie allows him to do this for a minute before he sticks his tongue out and goes back to actively participating in Steve’s pleasure. Though he doesn’t stop Steve from bucking his hips as he starts sucking on his small cock. The sounds are insanely obscene. Wet squelches from the slick and spit mixing under Eddie's skillful tongue. He's moaning unabashedly, like the trailer's walls aren't paper thin. They'll worry about the neighbors later, when he isn't high off his ass getting the best head he's ever had. And when he can articulate more words than “fuck” and “Eddie”.
He's well on his way to a second orgasm, the heat of it spreading deliciously in his guts and down his libs. He keeps guiding Eddie's head against his pussy, grinding into his mouth. His dick nudges his boyfriend's nose, sending sharp, toe-curling jolts of pleasure down his legs. When it crashes into him, his grip on Eddie's hair tightens, forcing him to bury even deeper into his groin.
"Fuck– more," Steve grunts, tugging Eddie up to crash their lips together. Eddie goes without complaint and it’s even filthier. He can taste himself on his tongue, on his lips, around his mouth. Even his chin is drenched. "Wanna ride you, c'mon."
He doesn't even wait for an answer, simply pushes on his boyfriend's shoulders to get him on his back. Eddie tugs his own boxers down his thighs and kicks them off before grabbing Steve by the hips to haul him up a little and swiftly slides his fingers between his thighs to tease at his hole.
Steve's hand shoots out to grab at his wrist, earning a slightly puzzled look from his boyfriend. He sighs and feels the blush creeping further down his chest.
"No fingers," he starts. Eddie looks even more confused, so he adds, "I want to feel all of you."
Eddie’s lips stretch into a hungry smile before he croons, “Everything you want, doll.”
He grips Steve’s hips and seats him right where his dick is resting against his stomach and encourages him to move his hips. Right after his second orgasm of the night, Steve’s cunt is dripping, covering every inch of Eddie’s cock and groin in slick. Bracing himself with his hands on Eddie’s chest, Steve starts slowly rolling his hips, testing the movement. His sensitive dick rubs against the underside of Eddie’s, and he can only moan a low “shit”. He keeps grinding down, arms already starting to shake from the overwhelming sensations. With a sigh, he lets himself fall forward to press his chest against his boyfriend’s. When his sweat-slick skin meets Eddie’s, he realizes how much he needs this contact. It grounds him. He gets something else than the all-consuming bliss rattling his bones to focus on, and it helps him clear his head some, especially when Eddie slides his hands up, pressing him even further into his chest.
Steve stays right there for a moment, catching his breath with his nose pressed against Eddie’s neck, hips rolling minutely. But he needs more than that to soothe the liquid heat in his guts.
He slides a lazy hand in between their body to palm at Eddie’s cock for a few seconds before he lifts his hips. He feels more than he hears the sigh it triggers and it only makes him more desperate for it. With trembling fingers, he guides the head to his hole and rubs it here a few times. His moan blends with Eddie’s when he finally lets it pop in.
Eddie, being the patient and caring lover that he is, doesn’t move. He keeps his arms around Steve’s body, tracing grounding patterns onto his clammy skin, and whispers sweet nothings against his temple.
Steve’s thighs spasm as he starts circling his hips. He doesn’t sink further onto Eddie’s dick, not yet, he wants to build up to it or he feels like it just won’t be enough to satisfy him. He lifts his hips a little, then sits back down, testing the waters, then starts to fuck himself onto the head only. He barely catches Eddie’s frustrated groans and a bubbly laugh gets caught in his throat. He likes teasing Eddie. He likes the sound he produces and how he can feel his fingers twitch like he wants to grab Steve’s hips and slam him down. He likes that Eddie doesn’t do that, likes that he stays as still as possible, whimpering in his ear as he just takes it.
But it quickly grows frustrating for Steve as well.
Just a bit at a time, Steve lets himself sink further onto Eddie’s cock, every couple of rolls of his hips, he lets another inch fill him up. And, once he’s finally seated, he sure feels filled up but also stretched. He loves it.
“Feels so good,” he slurs, not moving his face from where it’s pressed against Eddie’s neck. “So full, so fucking full.”
Eddie emits a choked laugh that morphs into a moan as it shakes both their bodies. His hands start traveling down Steve's body, ghosting past his ass to glide down his folded legs and then coming back up to squeeze and massage both cheeks.
It's all the encouragement Steve needs to roll his hips again slowly. They both sigh and Steve drops lazy kisses down Eddie's neck, eyes closed. He focuses on the feeling of the cock inside him, of his dick rubbing against the slick drenched hairs of his boyfriend's happy trail. It's bordering on too much, really, but that's what makes it good. He picks up the rhythm a little, moaning wantonly against Eddie's sweaty skin. He feels the dick inside him throb in response, and it only makes him want more. He plants his feet a little better on the mattress, grinds his hips at a slightly different angle, and starts bouncing his ass like he didn't know he could.
Eddie's hands slide back to his hips, blunt nails digging deliciously into the meat of them as he helps guide them, helps maintain the frantic rhythm Steve has worked up to.
"Doing so good, love," Eddie praises as he shifts his head to place a tender kiss on Steve's forehead.
Steve whines at the words, pussy clenching, hips faltering. He's so wet the movement dislodges Eddie's cock, yanking a frustrated grunt from Steve. He doesn't have enough strength left to move his arms and put it back in himself, but if there's one thing he knows he's good at, it's begging Eddie until he gets what he wants. So he begs, a chant of pitiful "please" and "I need it" as he continues grinding his hips.
Eddie shushes him, a warm hand sliding in between their bodies as he whispers, "I've got you." He grabs his cock, gives it a few pumps, and twists his wrist in a way that makes him sigh before guiding the head to Steve's dripping hole. "Here you go, honey," he says with a small roll of his hips.
Steve licks a warm stripe on his collarbone as a thanks and sinks back onto his cock. He doesn't start bouncing on it, though, his thighs are burning and he needs to catch his breath again. He settles on a lazy grind, focusing on getting the angle right so Eddie's cock can reach all of the good spots inside him.
Eddie is grunting right in his ear, whimpering about too slow and not enough, but Steve's fuzzy brain doesn't really register it. He keeps on grinding hard and slow, getting off on his cock and rubbing relentlessly against Eddie's pubes. It's a sweet burn, coarse hair rough against his sensitive nub, and the pleasure turns white hot when a strong slap lands on his left butt cheek.
He screams. Another slap, on his right cheek this time, urging him to please move. His hips go faster, not quite bouncing, but it seems to satisfy Eddie. He doesn't stop with the slaps, knows how much Steve likes it, and how much time he spends looking at the hand-shaped redness in the mirror. So he smacks down, alternating sides until the skin is burning to the touch.
Steve lies there, breathing hard and loud, never stopping to move his hips. The burn on his dick grows hotter and hotter, spreading to his whole body quickly.
"Steve, baby–" comes Eddie's raspy voice against his cheek. "Babe, 'm gonna come," he manages between two moans.
Steve can feel it in the cock inside him, hard and deep, but also in the thighs spasming against his own, in the blunt nails biting into his skin. Eddie's grip on his hips is no longer guiding, it's simply holding on until, finally, the orgasm washes over him. He spills deep inside Steve, and Steve revels in how he can feel it. He loves how hot and sticky it is, how it adds to the mess of fluids coating both his and Eddie's groin, how Eddie's hips jerk just a few times as he rides the wave of his orgasm, and how he goes limp afterward, exhausted.
Steve is shaking too, his third orgasm of the night burning hot under his skin as he keeps desperately rubbing his small dick onto Eddie's soaked pubes. When it finally hits, he can only just manage a silent moan, mouth open but no sound coming out but a whiny breath against Eddie's shoulder.
Even with his eyes open, he can't focus on anything, vision swimming from overstimulation while he can't seem to be able to stop his hips from moving. He's whining, high-pitched and pathetic, but still, he doesn't feel satisfied.
Under him Eddie starts whining too, not handling the overstimulation as well. He's pawing at Steve's hips, trying to force him to get off, and when that doesn't work, he uses both arms and legs to press him flush against his body to prevent him from moving. It takes a few tries, but in the end, Steve's hips slow down to a grind, then stop.
They stay like this for a while, both shaking and laughing breathlessly until Steve starts wiggling again. He needs more.
"Fuck, princess," Eddie coughs. "You're gonna kill me." He's beaming a gentle smile as he brushes some hair out of Steve's sweaty face.
"Eds, Eddie, please–" a strangled whine interrupts him, and he takes a few slow breaths before trying again. "Please baby, I– I need…" He can't find the words to explain how much more he needs to finally put out the fire in his core.
When Steve pushes himself up on very shaky arms, Eddie's hands come to help support him up, lazy fingers tracing intricate patterns on his skin.
"Yeah? You need more?" His voice sounds strained when he asks. Steve nods quickly and Eddie laughs softly. "Okay, Okay." With cautious hands, Eddie lifts Steve's hips, hissing when his spent cock slides out of the wet warmth it was nestled in. After a breath to come down from the overstimulation, he grips Steve at the junction between his ass and his thighs and hauls him up. "Come here, love. Up you go, take what you need."
Steve feels a new wave of heat spread from his guts at the words. He loves it when Eddie gives control and allows him to use his body as he wants.
He shuffles on weak knees to straddle Eddie's face. It's a little awkward, but he gets there eventually, not without some help. Once situated, he looks down to gorgeous doe eyes and a tender smile and sits down with no preamble. He knows Eddie can take it –they've actually done this a few times already and they both enjoyed it a lot. Eddie being Eddie already has his tongue out and flattened, spit pooling on it to smooth the glide even though Steve is dripping enough as it is. But there's no such thing as too wet for them and Steve enjoys seeing the mix of fluid drip down Eddie's chin as he rocks against his face.
Steve is grinding lazily, the exhaustion catching up to him after a full day of work, a party, and three orgasms. He watches as his cock nudges Eddie's nose and a string of whatever viscous substance keeps them connected between each roll of his hips. Eddie is even prettier like this, all messy and drenched in Steve. He smiles, content, and the flame licking his guts grows steadily.
Steve gets pulled out of his contemplation when he hears Eddie moan in against his pussy.
"What–" he starts, sitting up a little, but then he sees it. A drop of milky white that does not come from his body. Then he remembers Eddie coming deep inside him. With a wanton groan, he slams back down on Eddie's mouth, maybe a bit too hard, and grinds just as hard. "You wanna taste yourself?" he teases without knowing where he found the energy to put words together and actually articulate them. "Clean it up. Please, baby, clean it all up, eat it all–" With a twist of Eddie's skillful tongue, Steve loses his train of thought and the slight upper hand he had at that moment. Eddie is back to rendering him speechless, only moans and begging words coming out of his mouth.
It's mind-blowing to Steve, the idea of Eddie eating his own cum out of his pussy, tasting both of them on his tongue. He wants to taste it too. He rolls his hips faster, harder, chasing his final orgasm as he begs his boyfriend not to swallow, at least not yet, not until he can suck the taste out of his mouth.
The room is once again filled with only wet squelches and loud moans, none of the boys caring about being heard. At this point, the only thing that matters is where their bodies connect and how they work together to finally bring Steve to the edge. Steve keeps working his hips, dragging his dick against Eddie's upper lips and nose, and Eddie hooks his tongue in Steve's hole and sucks his jizz out of his throbbing cunt. The combination of their efforts seems to do the trick, as, barely a couple of minutes later, Steve is coming with a strangled wail, his whole body shaking with the strength of it. At least his thighs cooperate enough for him to avoid smothering his boyfriend.
He doesn't know how long it takes for his fuzzy mind to come back to his body, but until it does, he stays there, hovering above Eddie's face, arms and forehead pressed against the cool wall. He slowly registers Eddie's hands moving up and down his thighs and hips, touch grounding and soothing. He heaves a long sigh and opens his eyes, not aware that he had closed them.
The sight under him is divine. Eddie is lying there, the whole lower half of his face covered in a mix of slick, spit and come, including the tip of his nose. His eyes are soft, the corner crinkling from the absolutely adoring smile that stretches his lips. He is delicate despite the absolute mess on his skin and Steve feels a little residual heat from the fire that was burning through his whole body barely a few minutes ago. Then his smile turns into a smirk and he opens his mouth, a sticky glob of come sitting on his tongue.
Steve scrambles down his boyfriend's body to smash their mouths in a messy kiss, licking the come on Eddie's tongue to spit it back into his mouth. It's gross, really, but Steve doesn't care and Eddie doesn't look like he cares either, so they keep kissing like this until they're forced to separate to breathe and swallow, forehead pressed together.
Slowly, Steve leans back, sitting on Eddie's upper thighs with a boyish smile.
"Fuck, I love you."
Eddie's face softens even more.
"I love you too, sweetheart."
They keep looking at each other, reveling in the afterglow as their hands run on the other's body, finding comfort in simple touches after such an overwhelming experience.
Steve's head doesn't feel as fuzzy as it was when it all started, but his whole body is tired. His thighs are screaming at him every time he so much as twitches a toe and he doesn't know if he'll be capable to get off Eddie any time soon. When he says so, Eddie snorts at him.
"Might want to move or it'll be worse, you're straining your thighs, love." He squeezes the sore muscles to prove his point. "You should know, Mister Sportsman," he adds with a teasing laugh.
Steve huffs with fake indignation as he throws his leg over Eddie to slump next to him and land on his side.
"Everything fucking hurts…"
He closes his eyes, trying to will away the way his head swims a little. Maybe he still is fuzzy, after all.
He hears Eddie get off the bed but doesn't open his eyes and the sound of the faucet in the bathroom clues him in on what he has gone to do. His guess is confirmed when the mattress dips next to him and a warm cloth slides up his thigh and a steady hand nudges his knee. He twists his hips so his legs fall open, and Eddie brings the washcloth to his groin to clean all the fluids that have already started drying there.
When the cloth lifts off his skin, Steve feels content and satisfied like he's never been. Maybe he should get high more often, it seems to work well for him. For both of them, really, or Eddie would have put a stop to it at some point. But he didn't, and now he's taking care of Steve, only cleaning himself up after making sure that Steve is as clean as possible first.
"I love you, so fucking much, Eds," he whispers as Eddie settles back next to him on the bed. He's already half asleep, his brain definitely feels a little fuzzy, still, but he doesn't miss Eddie's echo to his confession.
"And I love you so fucking much as well, Stevie."