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Eddie is up and scrambling for his camera, almost tripping over the coffee table as he runs back Polaroid in hand.
Steve lifts the shirt up exposing his pussy, less puffy, the head of his t-dick peaking out, equally red and purple as his puffy lips and glistening with new arousal, he keeps pulling it up until his tits are out, heaving with how deep he's breathing. Eddie just takes a moment to take it all in. He kneels like to worship before a god, before Apollo himself glistening in the sun. His body moves on its own as he begins to lean forward, needing to taste, to smell, to feel.
Steve catches him by the chin and forces him to look up into his golden eyes. “A picture will last longer”
Eddie’s hands shake as he lifts the camera to capture the sight before him. Steve splayed wantonly before him, bare for only him to see. The flash goes off and Eddie sets down the camera and leaves the photo to develop. He does not move. Wanting to stay here for as long as his deity would let him.
“May I?” he asks his gaze locked onto the path to paradise that laid between Steve’s legs.
“No.” Steve’s gentle tone cushions the blow as Eddie takes the rejection, grateful for Steve giving him this much. “You haven't even kissed me yet. Come on man, I’m not a total slut”
He is stunned for only a moment before he surges up, capturing Steve’s lips with his own. He licks into his mouth greedily, like he is a starved beast that has found sustenance after far too long, the feeling so overwhelming, unable to keep his hips from rocking into the couch, and when Steve lets out a soft moan Eddie is unable to stop himself from biting.
Steve gasps and turns his head away for air. Eddie, not willing to take his lips off Steve for even a second now that he has been given permission, moves to his neck, licking and kissing and sucking and biting his way down to his collarbone, his shoulder, his tits.
Eddie noses at the soft flesh before slipping his nipple into his mouth and giving it a similar treatment. Steve groans in pleasure before he grabs one of Eddie's hands that had been resting on the couch, having been given permission to kiss, but not to touch and not wanting to risk losing the privilege. Steve brings Eddie's palm to his breast, arching into the touch as Eddie massages the soft flesh. His thumb catches on Steve's nipple and Steve lets out a desperate whine that goes straight to Eddie's cock.
Eddie's eyes dart down and catch sight of the growing wet spot on the couch beneath Steve. He groans and starts kissing down Steve's stomach, leaving marks as he goes. He pauses between Steve's legs, breathing in the heady scent of his arousal.
"Please," Steve whimpers, threading his fingers into Eddie's hair.
Eddie looks up at Steve through his lashes before diving in to ascend to Nirvana. He licks up the seam of his puffy lips, Steve sighs in relief, the warm caress of Eddie’s tongue feeling like a balm to his tender cunt, he licks over his t-dick and Eddie can feel it twitch under his tongue. Eddie sucks his cock into his mouth and moans at how perfectly it rests on his tongue, the vibrations causing Steve to cry out and the wet spot under him to grow bigger. Eddie contentedly suckles on Steve’s dick only popping off when Steve lets out a chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” he asks, giving Steve’s nipple a teasing pinch.
“Nothing” Steve gasps, “I just think this is the longest you’ve been quiet. I miss your voice”
“Don’t worry Sweetheart,” Eddie lowers back down to continue his work, “I promise to talk your ear off once I’m done with you.”
He collects Steve’s arousal on his tongue, he moans at the taste, vibrations making Steve's thighs tremble. Eddie spreads him open with his thumbs, exposing his pretty dark pink hole before diving back into lap at his entrance. Steve tasted even better than he could have dreamed, he was sweet and musky and tasted like summer and Eddie needed more. Eddie presses in deeper, licking with fervor until Steve tugs sharply at his hair.
"Gentle," Steve gasps out, "Still sensitive."
Eddie immediately softens his approach, switching to feather-light kitten licks that have Steve melting into the couch. He traces delicate patterns with just the tip of his tongue, worshiping Steve's tender flesh with utmost care. He eases between his lips and licks at his entrance, fluttering under Eddie’s tongue, Steve’s breathing becomes more labored as Eddie gently eases the tip of his tongue past his entrance and Eddie swears he can feel Steve’s heartbeat.
When Eddie's tongue finally slips inside, Steve's thighs begin to quiver. The gentle pressure of Eddie's nose against his t-dick sends sparks of pleasure through his oversensitive body. His walls flutter around Eddie's tongue as another orgasm rolls over him like a wave, gentler this time but no less intense.
Steve comes with a soft cry, his body trembling as Eddie works him through it with slow, careful licks. His fingers loosen their grip in Eddie's hair as he slumps back, utterly spent. Eddie surges up to kiss Steve again, and Steve moans at being forced to taste himself. Eddie resumes humping the couch, determined to cum with Steve on his lips. His rhythm falters when he feels a hand at his zipper. He breaks the kiss to look down and see Steve's hand pulling him out of his boxers and pointing his cock at his entrance.
“Cum on my pussy.” Steve demands and like a dog Eddie obeys, paying tribute to his God with this meager offering. Steve sighs, content as he runs his fingers through his pubes rubbing Eddie's spend into the hairs. Eddie just watches transfixed, still not believing any if this is real. He lets out a shocked laugh and Steve is unable to resist joining in. He rests his forehead on Eddie's and just soaks in his joy and laughter. When they get a moment to catch their breath Steve kisses Eddie, just a peck, not a kiss out of lust and desperation, but a seal, a promise.
Eddie stands on shaky legs and stumbles to grab a warm washcloth. When he returns Steve is still sitting on the couch, shirt rucked up and dozing. Eddie pauses to grab his camera, he takes a moment to appreciate the picture from earlier before taking another. Steve wakes just enough to spread his legs, showing off the prize on his lips. He moans when the warm washcloth makes contact, mourning the loss of Eddie’s cum but soothed at the warm touch.
Eddie finishes cleaning them both up and moves to put away the washcloth, but Steve catches his wrist. "Stay," he murmurs, tugging Eddie back towards him. "Just hold me for a while?"
Eddie's heart melts at the request. He can't resist pressing a soft kiss to Steve's temple. "Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you want."
"Can we watch Aladdin?" Steve asks, already curling into Eddie's side as Eddie reaches for the remote.
"Your wish is my command," Eddie says with a grin, settling back onto the couch. Steve groans at the terrible pun but snuggles closer as the movie starts to play, his head resting on Eddie's chest. Eddie wraps his arms around Steve, holding him close as the familiar opening notes begin to play.
Steve is softly snoring before Aladdin becomes a prince.
When they wake they will talk. They will discuss what this all means, what they want, what they like, hard limits and fantasies, how Eddie liked submitting to him, how Steve liked Eddie on his knees, how they want this to mean something, mean everything. When they wake they will be boyfriends, lovers, they'll discuss moving into the same room, they'll discuss plans for the future, babies, a house, a dog.
When they wake everything will be different.
And as Eddie nodded off with Steve in his arms he couldn't wait.