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In the end it isn't a big speech, or any of the half dozen scenarios that Steve spent weeks thinking about.
It’s a perfectly normal morning.
Steve not having to work means that they both get to wake up without the shrill noise of the alarm. The warmth of the sun rising is what rouses them both from where they’re tangled around each other in their bed.
Steve is smiling before his eyes are even open fully. The weight of a still dozing Eddie draped across his chest is a familiar and comforting one. He traces a hand up Eddie’s back, gently feeling for his face before smoothing his loose curls behind his ear.
“Morning, sleepyhead. If you move off me I’ll make us coffee.” Steve offers quietly into the stillness of the room.
“ Mrrrpphh —Five more minutes, please sweetheart,” Eddie mumbles directly into his chest, the little puff of air from the words dampening his t-shirt.
Steve laughs, finally dragging his eyes open to see the curve of Eddie’s cheek where he’s all smushed up against him.
“If I give you five more minutes, you are going to fall asleep again and then I’ll be stuck. I’ll have to piss on you and that’s gonna be uncomfortable for both of us.” Steve digs his finger under Eddie’s ribs to rouse him further, laughing when the other boy squirms away uncomfortably.
He glares at Steve from his side of the bed, hair rumpled and face creased.
“How do you know I’m not into that? Maybe I spend all of my time thinking about you pissing on me.”
Steve laughs his ass off to the displeasure of his boy who drags the blankets up over his head.
“Now you really owe me coffee. The fancy kind with chocolate in it,” comes muffled from under the blankets.
“I was going to make you that kind anyways, you big baby. Gimme like ten minutes and you can be sleepy if you wanna. I’ll bring it up when it’s done.” Steve peels the covers off himself, taking a moment to make sure they’re tucked tight around Eddie before he leaves.
He swears that he’s never seen anybody as reluctant to leave a warm bed as Eddie Munson.
Steve pops into the bathroom in the hall to take a piss and wash his hands. When he looks in the mirror, he really looks. His hair is longer than ever, long enough to almost fully pull into a ponytail now. His eyes are bright, the dark circles that have been under his eyes for years are nearly nonexistent.
He looks genuinely happy for the first time in a long time and he knows it’s due to the boy waiting for him in their bed , in their room.
The coffee gets made in a blur, Steve routinely stirring chocolate powder and cream into Eddie’s and just a bit of sugar into his own.
As an afterthought he cuts up some of the oranges and strawberries they have in the house, something new that Eddie started bringing around because he was in love with fruit for his sweet tooth.
Eddie doesn’t know that Steve already has plans drawn up to add all his favorite fruits to the garden.
He makes a few pieces of peanut butter toast for them before tucking everything onto a tray to bring upstairs with him.
The door to the bedroom swings open with a little tap of his hip, the smell of coffee rousing Eddie from his cocoon of blankets.
He sets the tray on the end of the bed, sliding back up against the headboard before handing Eddie his mug and snatching his own.
Eddie tucks himself into Steve’s side easily, propping up pillows behind them before tugging the tray toward them.
He sets to building a peanut butter toast and strawberry monstrosity, shoving it into his mouth like he hasn’t eaten in days even though they literally managed to eat half of a tray of lasagne between them the night before.
The sight of Eddie with his cheeks stuffed full like a chipmunk, peanut butter spread over his lips breaks something in Steve.
Steve puts his coffee down, gently taking Eddie’s out of his hand as well. He moves the whole tray off the bed and out of both of their way to the confusion of Eddie.
“Steve, what in the hell are you—”
Steve cuts him off by pressing him down into the pillows, swinging his leg over Eddie’s lap so that he’s straddling him.
“Steve?” Eddie’s voice is shaking, even as his hands find their way to Steve’s waist.
“Tell me to stop and I will, sweetheart.” Steve leans in closer, noses brushing together as he speaks.
Eddie takes a deep breath, eyes searching for something he must find because he closes the distance between them with a mortifyingly soft brush of their lips.
“I don’t think I’d ever tell you to stop.” Eddie is whispering, close enough still that his lips brush against Steve’s as he speaks.
Steve surges forward, crashing into Eddie with enough force to knock their teeth together. He’s grinning too hard for the kiss to be good but it’s so very them that it’s perfect.
Steve feels the final piece of his heart slide into place where it belongs, the feeling of home and belonging and overwhelming love filling him from head to toe.
They crash together over and over like waves in the ocean beating against each other until Steve can’t tell where he ends and Eddie begins.
Time slows to a honey syrup, dripping over them as Steve tries to pour his love into Eddie’s mouth.
Steve has to pull away eventually to breath, unwilling to really be detached from Eddie so he trails his kisses down his neck, sinking his teeth into the hollow behind his jaw.
Eddie moans loudly enough that the noise reverberates through his whole body, before he pushes Steve away from him gently.
“Baby, we gotta slow down for a second. What’s going on?” Eddie is breathing hard, a grin still splitting his face practically in two. “This is not unwelcome but it is very early in our morning for you to be ravishing me I think.”
Steve takes in the flush of Eddie’s cheeks, the soft red lips that are puffy from the force of their kisses and everything he’s been thinking just spills out of him like an overflowing river.
“I’m so in love with you, Eddie.” He pulls him into a quick kiss just because he can do that now. “We live in this house we built, and we have like seven kids already. I’ve just been waiting for the perfect time.”
Eddie laughs, pulling away so that he’s in full view for Steve.
“And you thought that this morning, while my mouth was full of peanut butter toast and coffee, was the perfect time?” His thumbs are rubbing gentle circles on the bare skin of Steve’s hips, tucked just under his shirt and it’s driving Steve insane.
“Honestly, any time was the perfect time with you. We woke up in our bed, in our room, and I knew I couldn’t wake up tomorrow without you knowing that I am so in love with you it could drown me and I’d be happy.” Steve shuffles closer, sliding his hips into the cradle of Eddie’s so he can drape his arms around his shoulders.
The movement makes Eddie groan, their dicks making contact through the thin material of their sleep shorts.
“You know I’m in love with you too, right babylove? I don’t think I could survive without you.” The words fill Steve with a rush of adoration he’s never felt before, the tenuous hold he had on his self control snapping.
He uses the hands he has on Eddie’s shoulders to thread through his curls, tugging them together with more force than needed. He bites harshly on Eddie’s bottom lip, following it up with his tongue when Eddie lets out a loud moan that Steve wants to record so he can hear it forever.
Steve uses his leverage to grind down into the boy below him, a slow and filthy drag of their hips together. He can feel how hard Eddie is, barely rivaled by his own erection that feels like it could cut steel.
He tugs at the bottom of Eddie’s shirt, pulling back so he can yank it over his head before letting Eddie follow it with his own. The newly exposed skin isn’t anything new but the context makes Steve feel nearly dizzy with want.
It’s easy to smooth a thumb over the scar where Eddie’s missing nipple was, following his thumb with his tongue. The grooves of the demobat scars are smooth under his mouth, giving him plenty to explore while he pinches and pulls at the remaining nipple with his fingers.
Eddie is pliant underneath him, head thrown back in ecstasy. His hands are tight enough on Steve’s hips that Steve just knows there's going to be little fingerprint bruises that linger for days.
He’s kind of hoping that maybe he can just continue to have Eddie replenish them for the rest of his life.
A plan is forming for how he can call out of work at least the next day so that they don’t have to leave the bed when Eddie tugs his head up from where he’s started to leave his own marks across his chest.
“Babylove, I need to know how far you want this to go right now because I am fine with whatever.” Eddie peppers little kisses along Steve’s cheeks in between words.
Babylove might actually be the best thing anyone has ever called him, making him feel like he’s flying.
“I want you to fuck me.” He blurts out much too quickly. “If, uh– if you want that too.”
Eddie buries his head in between Steve's pecs with a loud groan.
“You want me to fuck you, baby? I’ve been dreaming about that for so long you have no fucking clue. Wanna make you fall apart so badly. I wanna love you inside and out.” The words vibrate out across Steve’s skin, warm air tickling his chest hair as Eddie speaks.
A keening noise escapes Steve at the way Eddie talks to him, the love he can feel just from his voice.
“Please, Eddie. I want to be able to have you inside me. Want to not leave this bed until we absolutely have to.” In a moment of divine inspiration, he grabs at Eddie’s shoulders, easily pulling him down while he rolls onto his back.
Eddie’s weight settles easily on top of him, hair mussed from the sudden movement.
“Oh it’s like that huh? You wanna let me take you apart, sweetheart ? Just relax and let me make you feel good, okay?” Eddie pulls back, tucking his fingertips into Steve’s waistband before pausing.
He waits until Steve nods before dragging both his shorts and his briefs off his body, tossing them onto the floor beside the bed.
Steve’s dick pops up to slap against his stomach , leaving a sticky drip of precome where the tip sits.
“You too,” he whines, pushing at Eddie’s shorts until he sits back to strip his own off as well.
Steve’s whole world narrows to the view of Eddie Munson naked in their bed. There’s a soft trail of hair that leads to where his dick is nestled into dark curls.
His mouth waters at the way Eddie looks when he’s fully hard, dick straining upward and a dark, shiny pink at the tip. He wants to taste him, wants to live on his knees for a while just to be able to hold him in his mouth.
Steve has always loved giving pleasure more than taking it, content to go down on girls until his jaw aches and his tongue is numb. He knows that this isn’t going to be any different than that.
He’s gonna want to get his mouth on Eddie anytime he physically can.
He really hopes Eddie is going to be okay with that.
He’s interrupted in his staring by a laugh bubbling up from Eddie.
“I don’t think I’m ever going to turn that down from you, baby.” Eddie is looking at him with barely concealed laughter. Steve immediately realizes he must have been speaking out loud and feels his face flush bright red.
“I’ve never done that before, but I’d really like to try.” He’s very tempted to pin Eddie down to the bed so he can get his mouth on him when Eddie settles a bit further into his lap. The miles of exposed skin sliding against his own renders him speechless.
“Some other time, okay? This time I want you to just relax and let me take the lead.” Eddie slides gentle fingers into the hair at the base of Steve’s scalp, not to pull but just tight enough that he can guide his head back.
Eddie glides soft lips down the column of Steve’s throat, leaving barely there kisses along the scar that bisects his neck.
Steve feels like he’s melting, unable to move closer or pull away even if he wanted to. It feels like every sunny summer day has made a home in his chest, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as Eddie pours love into every touch he places on Steve’s skin.
Eddie carefully lays him back onto their pillows, lips never leaving Steve's skin as he trails his way down his body.
Steve nearly wriggles out of his skin when he feels Eddie’s teeth latch onto his hip bone, bite sinking deep enough to leave a pretty imprint that Steve thinks he would get tattooed in an instant.
He only has a minute to adjust before there’s a wet tongue lapping at the head of his dick, causing the tears that were gathering to finally start to spill over his cheeks.
The overwhelming sense of love permeates the room, even as Eddie fits his lips over the tip of Steve’s cock and sucks .
Eddie’s mouth feels like heaven, soft and warm and so overwhelmingly wet it makes Steve instinctually buck his hips up.
Eddie pops off with a grin, using his hands to pin Steve to the bed with no resistance.
“I’ve got you, baby. Let me take care of you, okay? Do you wanna pass me the lube you think is hidden in our bedside drawer?” Eddie holds out an expectant hand, ignoring the way Steve blushes at being known so well.
He does easily feel through his bedside table for the lube that's tucked away in the back. The bottle is nearly full since he bought it only a month or so before he asked Eddie to move in with him and hasn’t had the chance to utilize it yet.
Eddie grins before drizzling a generous amount over his fingers and nearly swallowing Steve to the hilt. Steve barely manages to keep himself from driving his cock into Eddie’s throat when he feels fingertips brush against his entrance.
It only takes a moment before a lubed fingertip breaches his entrance, slowly but surely pressing into him until the entirety of Eddie's finger is buried inside of him.
It feels a little weird at first, but not in a bad way. It’s hard to focus on anything but the way Eddie’s mouth feels on him anyhow.
Eddie matches the rhythm he’s got going already with his finger, giving it only another moment or two before slowly working a second finger in. Two is a bigger stretch than Steve is expecting, but there’s something about being fully surrounded by Eddie that is intoxicating, leaving him feeling like he could float away at any moment.
He’s brought back to earth very abruptly as Eddie curls his fingers in a particular way that sends a lightning bolt of pleasure through his body. He can feel the grin on Eddie’s face without even seeing it as he pulls away with a wet pop.
“There you are, sweetheart. Thought I lost you to the clouds for a bit.” He very carefully starts to work a third finger in beside the first two, hitting that same spot on every few thrusts. It’s enough to leave Steve nearly begging for more, but also wanting to pull away, the sensations overwhelming him.
Eddie sucks deep marks along the soft lines of his stomach and along his hips, leaving another set of teeth marks on his thigh before he fully pulls his fingers out and away. Steve grumbles when he sees Eddie wipe the excess lube off on their sheets.
“You do know that there’s about to be other stuff on these sheets that's dirtier than a little lube, right babe?” Eddie rolls his eyes before crawling his way back up Steve’s body.
He bumps their noses together softly, kissing both of his cheeks before slotting their lips back together. Steve sighs happily into the kiss, hands making their way to both of Eddie’s cheeks just so he can feel him.
The love in the room weighs him down like a warm blanket, making him feel like the world can’t touch him.
“I need you.” Steve murmurs directly into Eddie’s mouth. “Please, Eddie I need you to fuck me.”
Eddie drops his head to Steve’s shoulder with a drawn out groan.
“You’re gonna kill me, Sunshine, but your wish is my command.” He settles easily between Steve’s legs, thumbs sweeping over the inside of his thighs.
Steve can’t help but giggle at the feeling, unable to stop himself from kicking out at Eddie.
“Are you ticklish, Stevie?” Eddie crows, digging his thumbs in a little further just to make Steve squirm even more.
“Yes, yes you asshole! I am a little fucking ticklish!” He’s laughing out right now, trying to shuffle away but unable to get anywhere with Eddie’s hands clasped around his thighs to hold him in place.
“Sorry baby, I promise I’ll quit it.” Eddie says with an apologetic grin. He drags Steve toward him easily, pushing his knees up and apart in a way that Steve’s never been on the receiving end of.
Suddenly he feels nerves starting to rise, the reality of how exposed he is and how much this means to him starting to overwhelm him.
Eddie notices immediately, smoothing gentle hands up and down his sides in a comforting gesture.
“We can stop here, you know. We don’t have to do this right now, or ever if you’re not sure.” The smile is gone off of Eddie’s face but he doesn’t seem upset. The simple offer clearly being the truth is enough to douse the doubt simmering in Steve’s veins.
“No. I just needed a minute. This means a lot to me and I’m nervous about screwing it up.” Steve takes a deep breath before sitting up, catching Eddie’s lips in a quick kiss before employing some of his old wrestling club moves to flip Eddie onto his back. He easily settles into his lap, grinning at the look of surprise across Eddie’s features.
“That was so hot, you have no idea.” Eddie looks up at him with an awestruck smile, rolling his hips upward in a filthy grind. “You wanna ride me, sweetheart? I’m never going to say no to that.”
Steve can't help the happy laugh that bubbles up at the sight of the beautiful boy sprawled beneath him. He’s feeling impatient now, reaching around for the little bottle of lube so he can slick up Eddie’s cock.
It only takes him a moment to line the tip up with his entrance, focusing on the feeling of Eddie’s hands on his waist as he starts to slowly sink down. He has to pause to breathe when the tip finally sinks inside of him, the stretch intense even with all of the careful prep that Eddie did.
Eddie encourages him with soft hands, guiding him as he sinks down until their hips are flush. Steve throws his head back when he’s fully seated, the pressure and fullness more intense than any sex he’s ever had in his life.
It takes him some time but he manages to build himself a steady rhythm, Eddie rolling his hips up to meet him with every thrust. He’s distantly aware that noise is dripping out of his mouth, filling up the room with moans that he’s never heard himself make before.
He’s so caught up in his own head that he doesn’t see the wicked grin that overtakes Eddie’s face before he feels him shift underneath him. Eddie plants his feet against the bed before driving his hips upward, the force and angle taking Steve off guard. It feels like heaven, his cock driving hard against that place that makes Steve see stars on every thrust of his hips.
“ Fuck, fuck, fuck–” Steve bites out harshly, wrapping a hand around his dick thats been slapping against his stomach, precome making it easy to time his own strokes to Eddie’s movement. “I’m gonna come if you keep that up.”
“That’s the point, Stevie. Come for me, baby.” Eddie’s voice is strained, all of his effort being expended to fuck Steve into oblivion.
It only takes a few more pulls before Steve is wailing, come splashing over both of their stomachs as he finds his release. Eddie’s hips only stutter another handful of times before he throws his head back and stills, cock pulsing inside of Steve as he too falls over the edge.
Steve can’t hold himself up any longer, energy completely sapped as he falls forward to lay across Eddie’s chest.
“I love you so much.” He whispers into Eddie’s damp hair, melting when he feels arms wrap around his waist.
“I love you more than anything too, Sunshine.” Eddie presses the words into his skin like they might escape otherwise.
It's only quiet for a moment before Steve speaks up.
“I’m gonna marry you. I don’t care if the government says I can’t.” He pulls away slightly so he can look Eddie in the eyes, tears pricking at his own again. “Marry me?”
Eddie’s mouth drops, tears welling up in his own eyes as he plasters Steve’s entire face with kisses.
“Fuck yeah baby. I’ll be your husband.” He laughs wetly into the juncture of Steve’s neck. “I’ll marry you today, here and now if you want me to.”
Steve can’t help the whoop of happiness he lets out before he peels himself up and off of Eddie, curling up onto the mattress beside him.
“Maybe tomorrow, sweetheart. Maybe tomorrow.”