Actions

Work Header

Sharing is Caring

Summary:

Eddie tries on Steve's clothes.

Notes:

3. upskirt
15. rimming
9. top Steve
16. POV Eddie
12. trans Steve

Eddie is a cis dude and Steve is AMAB non-binary in this one!

Work Text:

“You wanna try it on?”

Eddie jumped. He looked up from the shopping bag he’d found lying on the bed and saw his fiancé leaning on the doorframe with their arms crossed, sporting a mischievous grin.

“You can if you want.”

He swallowed. “You bought it for yourself, though, right? Would it even fit me?”

Steve shrugged. “One way to find out.”

“You’re…serious?” Eddie glanced back down into the bag. It contained a powder-blue, pleated miniskirt. “Do you want me to try it on?”

Steve shrugged again. They approached Eddie and reached into the bag, pulling the article out to turn it over in their hands. “I mean, I did buy it for myself. But I bet it’d look good on you.”

Eddie snorted in disbelief. But he would’ve been lying if he said he wasn’t curious.

Ever since starting to better understand their identity, Steve had been slowly filling out their wardrobe with more of the clothes they were comfortable in, expanding their horizons beyond jeans and polo shirts to include sundresses and skirts for days with a feminine vibe. Eddie loved it, because he loved Steve, and they were happier than he’d ever seen them.

Plus, they looked hot in anything.

Clothes, Eddie knew, were genderless. So, even though he was firm in the belief that he didn’t have much gender exploration of his own to do, he couldn’t help but wonder what wearing a skirt might feel like. He raised an eyebrow. “You sure it’s alright?”

“Positive.” Steve leaned forward and pecked him on the cheek. They pressed the skirt into Eddie’s hand. “Go try it on.”

A couple minutes later, Eddie stood before the full-length mirror on the back of their bathroom door. “I look ridiculous, actually,” he said.

“Are you still in your underwear?” Steve guessed.

Eddie blushed. Instead of answering, he wiggled out of them and kicked them aside. Then he looked back up at himself and twisted his hips back and forth, so that the hem of the skirt fluttered around his legs. “Oh.”

“Better?” Steve’s smirk was audible.

“Uh, yeah.” Way better. Without his boxer-briefs peeking out from under it, the skirt actually made him look…cute. Maybe even sexy.

He watched his own face split into a devious grin.

“You gonna show me, babe?” Steve called.

Eddie had already been opening the door. He slunk through it, conscious of the particular swing of his hips that came so naturally in a skirt. They popped to the side, and he put his hands on his waist before his lustful singsong uttered, “Wuddaya think?”

Steve looked up from their phone, and their jaw dropped so hard they might have dislocated it. “Baby…” They were on their feet in an instant, but they didn’t rush over to him like they obviously wanted to.

Eddie took the opportunity to lean seductively against the doorframe. He lifted his arm above his head and tilted sideways, feeling the old T-shirt he’d thrown on after his shower ride up to show off his midriff. “Cat got your tongue, Stevie?”

Steve swallowed. “I…um…holy shit, Eds.”

He started to approach them, every step slow and deliberate, with the same gentle sway as before. Oh, yeah, he thought. Definitely sexy. “You like it?” he said, feigning innocence.

“Yeah,” Steve breathed. “I do.”

“Good.” With one last step, Eddie stopped right in front of them. “So do I.”

They put a hand on his hip. “Suggestion,” they said.

“Shoot.”

“You wear my clothes more often.”

Eddie laughed. He threw his head back and chortled in that way he knew drove Steve crazy, putting his whole neck on display. As anticipated, he was rewarded with an open-mouthed kiss at the base of his throat.

“Seriously,” they murmured against Eddie’s skin. “Why do we even split our closet?”

“Well, Stevie,” Eddie replied, lifting Steve’s chin with delicate fingers and lowering his head to meet their gaze, “something tells me this ain’t the last time you’ll see me in a skirt.”

“Hm? That so?”

He smirked. The hand that had lifted Steve’s face away from his neck moved to the front of their shorts, and he trailed a single finger up the length of Steve’s cock. He was completely unsurprised to find them already rock-hard. The color in Steve’s cheeks and creeping up from under their collar had given them away long before that moment.

“You know, I think…part of it,” they sighed, their eyes falling shut and their whole body shuddering as Eddie continued to trace his fingers ever-so-lightly along their cock, “might be the fact that I know you’re going commando.”

“Fair enough,” Eddie chuckled. “Hot enough in gym shorts or whatever, but in a skirt…?”

Steve exhaled sharply through their nose. “Nothin’ in the way,” they agreed. Their eyes were still closed, but devilish delight cracked their lips apart. “Wouldn’t even have to take anything off.”

“What on earth would you wanna take my clothes off for?” Eddie purred.

Steve’s eyes snapped open, and they took a deep breath, like they’d only just remembered human beings needed oxygen. There was a fire in their eyes now—one Eddie knew all too well. They tilted their head. “Why don’t you get over to the bed and find out?”

Eddie played coy, biting his lip and twirling a lock of hair around a finger as he drew away from them. He refused to break eye contact until he had to turn and crawl onto the mattress, and when he did, he relished the involuntary gasp from Steve—probably a direct result of his movements making the skirt shift and reveal just a bit more skin. It was possible, he realized, that they could actually see his junk hanging down between his legs, too, which was kind of a funny thought, if he was being honest. But his amusement didn’t begin to take away from the surprising thrill of a draft hitting him where he wasn’t quite so used to it.

He heard Steve moving closer, the wood floor creaking a little under their weight. “Goddamn, Eddie,” they said, and they sounded totally awestruck. A moment later, they laid their hands on Eddie’s hips, softly rubbing the fabric that covered them. He stopped, still on all fours, and Steve’s fingers massaged for a little while before they sighed, “Wanna eat you out.”

Eddie hummed his approval.

“Fuck,” they hissed, mostly to themself.

“Kinda want you to fuck me, too,” he said, looking cheekily over his shoulder.

Steve shot him a grin. “It’d be my pleasure, baby.” They patted the small of Eddie’s back and said, “Sit tight.” Then they moved away from Eddie’s backside to get what they needed out of the nightstand.

It only took a moment, but it was the longest moment Eddie could remember having to sit through since that dinner where he’d first met Steve’s parents.

When they returned, Steve knelt on the bed behind him, and the hand that wasn’t busy helping them balance on the mattress went right back to where it had been before. “You want me to eat your ass, huh?” they said. Their breath ghosted across the backs of Eddie’s thighs.

“More than anything, Stevie.” He smiled at the headboard. “Okay, that’s a lie. I really want your cock. That’s sort of priority numero uno.”

“We’ll get there, baby,” Steve promised. “But first…”

Slowly, with great purpose, Steve inched their hands down over the curve of Eddie’s ass. When they reached the hem of his skirt, their fingers slid underneath it and moved back up, taking the fabric with it.

Eddie couldn’t help the shiver it elicited. Here he was on what would have been a normal Wednesday night of writing the next chapter of his novel or practicing that impossible riff he’d gotten stuck in his head, and instead he was being fondled under a goddamn skirt and getting so fucking turned on by it that his cock was already starting to drip onto the sheets beneath him. And none of it would’ve happened if he hadn’t gotten curious about what sort of shopping his fiancé had been doing that afternoon.

Before tonguing his entrance, Steve pressed their lips tenderly to each of Eddie’s cheeks. It was a ridiculously sweet gesture, considering they were about two seconds from devouring his soul via rimjob, but it was so incredibly Steve of them that Eddie cracked another smile and said, “Love you, too, baby.”

Steve’s response was a soft chuckle before finally diving in. Eddie wasn’t sure how they managed to hold the skirt out of the way and spread him open with one hand, but they did, and he knew better than to underestimate just how dextrous a horny Steve Harrington could be. Still, it all made a tad more sense when he glanced over his shoulder again and saw the skirt draped over the crown of their head, and he had to hold back a guffaw at how silly it looked, afraid of making Steve self-conscious.

There was no reason for them to be, after all. Their bedroom technique had been top-notch from the day they’d met Eddie, but after the five years they’d spent with him, they knew exactly how to use anything to make him delirious with want, whether the tool was their mouth, or a hand, or their cock, or his cock, or—on one particularly strange and memorable occasion—a jar of local honey. It didn’t matter that Eddie was more than a little amused by the sight of Steve’s head bobbing up and down under a bit of pale blue fabric, because their tongue was doing things no reasonable person could be truly distracted from, least of all Eddie Munson.

“Fuck. You’re so good, Stevie,” he said, breathless. Though he meant it, saying it out loud was for Steve’s benefit, and he knew it was the right move when they groaned into his asshole and their lips moved against it with more fervor. He grinned and went on, “You eat my ass so good. You’re a goddamn professional.”

Steve pulled back for a moment to joke, “You don’t pay me.”

“You get to fuck me. That’s not enough?” Eddie ground out, trying to keep being clever even though it felt like his head was spinning around on his shoulders Exorcist-style.

“You want that, though.”

“Yeah, but—ah, fuck...you wanted this, too, huh?”

“So?”

“Even—holy fuck, yes, like that, Stevie—it’s an even trade, right?”

Steve’s mouth disappeared again. After a moment, sounding genuinely confused, they said, “What are we talking about?”

Eddie huffed. “Fuck if I know, baby, I’m getting my consciousness sucked out my ass right now. Can you—?”

Steve, without warning, shoved a slick finger inside him.

Fuuuuck,” he whined.

“Can I what?” they asked. Eddie couldn’t see them, but he knew they must have looked like the most smug little fucker on the planet.

“You know what? Forget it,” he said, adopting a light and airy tone that belied the last dregs of his composure swirling down the drain. “Not important. Proceed.”

“Right,” Steve said. Eddie could feel their tongue-in-cheek skepticism in the crooking of the finger inside him even more than he heard it in their voice.

“Christ, Stevie.”

Neither of them spoke again—not right away. Instead, Steve focused on pressing first one finger, then two fingers past Eddie’s rim, over and over. They worked agonizingly slowly, loosening him up enough to take their cock as hard as they were willing to give it to him. It was around the time Steve started pressing their thumb against Eddie’s taint and swirling the tip of their tongue around his balls that he spoke up again.

It was a simple request, because he wasn’t sure he could get another word out if he tried: “More.”

Steve obliged, easily adding a third finger. They curled downward to ghost over the sweet spot, prompting Eddie to take a sharp breath in. “Gotta get you ready so I can fuck you good,” they said, and their voice was starting to sound strained, too, like they were reminding themself as much as they were reassuring him.

“M’good, baby,” Eddie mumbled.

“You want my cock now?”

“Yeah,” he breathed.

“M’kay. Gimme a sec.”

When Steve lifted their head out from under the skirt, the hem landed on Eddie’s skin near the fingers still stretching him open. It reminded him once again of where this had all started, and he realized Steve was never gonna be able to wear their brand new skirt in public, because if Eddie saw it, he might come on the spot at the memory of this.

Steve pulled away their fingers, only to replace them with the blunt head of their cock. It nudged at Eddie’s hole, but it didn’t enter him just yet. Steve, it seemed, had another surprise in them.

“Here,” they said, and they rucked the skirt up to Eddie’s waist, bunching it up there so that for the first time since crawling up into his position, his ass was on full display. Steve cupped their hands around it and dug their fingertips into his skin, the same way they had dug into the fabric before. “See? Easy access.”

“Mhm,” Eddie whimpered.

“Okay, Eds,” Steve chuckled. “You’ve been patient enough.” Their grip on Eddie’s hips tightened as they pulled him backward, at the same time sliding forward until they were fully seated. They sighed and let out a soft whimper, themself. “Fuck, baby. You squeeze me just right.” They pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back home.

They both cried out, but Eddie was the one to speak. “Rough,” he grunted. “Gimme rough.”

Steve repeated the motion. They groaned from deep in their chest, then they said, “You ready?”

“Fuck. Yeah.” Eddie felt his cock, still hanging heavy between his legs and weeping steadily, throbbing in anticipation. “Yeah, baby, give it to me.”

The gratification that washed over him when Steve started to gain steam wasn’t unexpected, but just like he was every time, Eddie ended up surprised by how immediate it was. His arms trembled under his weight, and the force of every thrust made his whole body bounce and release some of the momentum as a short ah that echoed off the headboard back to his own ears.

“Fuck,” Steve kept repeating, and Eddie used the pitch to keep track of how close they were. Once it reached a certain height, he decided it was time to start using his words again.

He hummed as Steve still drilled into him, and he murmured through ragged breaths, “That’s it, Stevie. Fuck. Fuck me. Your cock…feels like heaven.”

“Eddie,” they gasped in response—a sign for him to keep going.

“Keep fillin’ me up. Want you to fuck me ’til it’s too much. Wanna feel your cock while you come. Fuck me all the way through it. Don’t stop ’til you come, baby.”

“Fuck, Eddie,” Steve groaned. “I’m—uh—I need…”

“Do it, Stevie.” It was a command, and Eddie knew they couldn’t resist those. He balanced on one hand so he could start stroking his own cock, and having that friction at long last made his next words more breathless than he’d originally intended: “Wanna feel it dripping out.”

“Oh, fuck. Fuck,” Steve said once more. Their fingers flexed and tugged on Eddie’s waist even harder, and they shouted as they came.

Eddie moaned at the sensation of Steve’s cock pulsing, shooting wet heat deep inside him. He stroked himself frantically, chasing his climax before Steve got too sensitive and had to pull out.

Steve was still thrusting, though, doing what Eddie had asked for—pistoning in and out until they couldn’t take it anymore, painting Eddie’s insides with their cum and whimpering as their cock twitched through the aftershocks. It was enough to bring Eddie’s pleasure to its peak; he stilled and gasped Steve’s name as his orgasm tore through him.

Steve—bless them in all their mercy—waited until his body started to go limp before pulling out, even though they were shaking like a leaf and still whimpered softly with every little involuntary spasm of Eddie’s asshole.

Once he’d caught his breath a bit, Eddie managed to say, “Okay. That’s it.”

“What…what’s it?” Steve panted. They were gently stroking his leg, probably working up the energy to go get something to clean them both up.

“I’m goin’ shopping tomorrow.”

Series this work belongs to: