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In retrospect, Steve is a little confused how they got here. They started the night flipping through random channels while getting comfortable on the couch. Turns out, they both have fond memories of movie Hook so when they found it, only about twenty minutes in, they settle in for some good snuggles and nostalgia. Somewhere between the food fight and the climax, they get distracted by each other. Now, the movie is long over. The channel had moved on to another 90s movie they were ignoring in favor of intense making out. Steve covers Eddie with his whole body, licking and sucking at Eddie’s lips and gently rutting his erection against Eddie's pubic bone. They had fooled around some before in their going-on-three-month relationship, but stayed within the vicinity of third base. Eddie was not shy or ashamed of his body (one of the many things Steve loved about him), but Steve had been doing his level best to be respectful and not take the lead.
Maybe it was Dustin Hoffman with kohl around his eyes serving bad daddy vibes. Maybe it was Robin Williams with wild hair, clad in a pair of green tights. Maybe it was connecting with Steve on a mutually loved movie while curled up together. Probably a combination of those. Whatever it was, Eddie has gone borderline feral and is currently whimpering non-specific pleas into Steve’s mouth that are getting harder to ignore by the second. Something has to give soon, or Steve is going to lose hold of his threadbare tapestry of self-control.
With a groan that is equal parts frustration and mourning, Steve pushes up to detach their lips and look into Eddie’s beautiful, big eyes. Eddie is practically vibrating with want and actually pouts at the new gap between their bodies.
“Steeeeve.” Steve can feel grabby hands at his sides, and he can’t help but grin at the neediness.
“What do you want, baby?”
“You...” Eddie breathes, rolling his hips up into Steve’s hard length suggestively, still pulling at his sweatshirt insistently. “Inside me.”
Steve huffs out a curse, dipping his head down to rest their foreheads together. He can’t maintain his composure anymore looking down at Eddie so hot and bothered. Eddie’s soft curls tickle his face and it grounds him, some.
“I... um. W-where?”
He can’t see it when Eddie’s face flushes, but the spot where their faces touch warms. Eddie whines softly. There is about a half of a second where Steve nearly puts a stop to all this so they can talk about it more rationally, later. Before he can even inhale to speak, Eddie leans up to whisper directly onto Steve’s lips.
“Please fuck my ass, big boy.”
Steve shudders and moans against Eddie’s mouth, nearly creaming his pants on the spot. Drunk on arousal, he can only nod dumbly as he pushes up to yank at the hem of his sweatshirt. His self-control is now worthless, tattered rags that fall away piece by piece to the floor with every item of their clothing they are now racing to get rid of.
Again Steve is wondering how exactly this happened. He had never even seen all of Eddie’s nude form before today, and he is enraptured. Steve kisses every exposed bit of skin he can reach, and then Eddie’s face when he blushes at the attention. Apparently ‘not ashamed of your body’ doesn’t always translate into ‘used to being worshipped’ - but Steve has every intention of helping with that as often as Eddie allows.
There is a moment of hesitation when the time comes, when the important bits are lubed and ready. Eddie flashes a toothy grin at his sweet, contentious lover.
“I believe in you, Peter Pan." He quips, quoting the movie. Steve laughs and it eases some of the awkwardness. Eddie moves, rotates a little to lie on his right side. He cants up his top leg to dangle off the side of the couch and reaches with long ringed fingers to pull, exposing himself. Steve loses the ability to breathe. Eddie winks at him.
“Second star to the right, and straight on ‘til morning.”