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It’s been a long day of Christmas celebrations.
Eddie and Steve were woken up bright and early by an eager Robin for breakfast and opening presents at Steve’s house. After that they dropped her off at her house on their way to the trailer for lunch with Wayne. Then they picked her up again in the evening and together they went to the Hopper-Byers house for Christmas dinner with the whole party. They exchanged Secret Santa gifts and did a gingerbread house contest which was won by the girls and ended up with Eddie covered in candy and icing.
Now that they’re both back at his house, Steve sends Eddie to shower first so he doesn’t get any candy or icing on the bed sheets or on him. Then he takes one himself.
After putting on his boxers, Eddie gets an idea. He’s been wearing Christmas themed boxers all week– right now he’s wearing a pair with wrapped gift boxes. Instead of reaching for a shirt and sweatpants next, he puts on the Santa hat he was wearing earlier. Then he grabs the mistletoe that’s sitting on the nightstand that he’s been using to tease Steve all month– holding it over his head any time he wanted a kiss.
Right now he sets it up on the bed frame with a grin.
Eddie hears Steve turn off the shower and lays down on his side on the bed with his head propped up against his hand.
Steve walks out of the bathroom with sweatpants low on his waist and a towel around his shoulders. Eddie takes a moment to stare appreciatively at his damp chest before looking up into Steve’s eyes and giving him an exaggerated wink and eyebrow waggle.
Steve laughs, big and loud, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Is this my final Christmas gift?” He asks, looking Eddie over with molten eyes.
Eddie nods. “Sorry I couldn’t get a bow for it.”
Steve throws his towel in the hamper and crawls onto the bed and over Eddie. “I like it like this,” he says with a lopsided grin, leaning down to give Eddie a kiss. “Is that what you wanted?” He asks, gesturing at the mistletoe hanging from the headboard.
Eddie bobs his head from side to side, a smirk on his lips. “Little more than that,” he croons, pulling Steve down with a hand on his neck.
They kiss slowly and gently. Eddie threads his fingers through Steve’s hair and tugs just enough to get a moan out of him that allows him to slip his tongue into his mouth. Steve’s hand runs up and down Eddie’s side, squeezing his hip every now and then, dragging soft gasps from his lips.
They break for air, and Eddie breathes out, “Do you like your gift?” Steve nods. “Did you enjoy today? I know it wasn’t a big fancy Harrington Christmas party–”
Steve kisses Eddie’s pulse point. “It was perfect, Eds. Best Christmas ever.”
Eddie hums happily, pulling on Steve’s hair to drag him into another open-mouthed kiss. Steve’s hand slips between them and palms Eddie through his boxers. Then he works his way down Eddie’s body, leaving kisses and bites on his chest and stomach.
He pauses at the waistline of Eddie’s dorky Christmas boxers and smirks up at him. “So, am I supposed to unwrap you?”
Eddie groans, making Steve’s smirk turn into giggles. “It’s your– uh,” he pauses, his breath hitching when Steve repeatedly squeezes him through his boxers. “It’s your present, sweetheart. You can do– uh, whatever you want.”
Steve winks and finally pulls Eddie’s boxers down, wrapping a hand around him and moving it up and down at a steady pace until Eddie is hard enough to go into his mouth.
Steve starts slow. He keeps his hand on Eddie’s dick and kisses the tip. Then he slips his tongue out and teases Eddie by swirling it around his length.
“Baby,” Eddie whines. The pet name encourages Steve to wrap his lips around Eddie’s dick and move up and down.
Pleased noises slip past Eddie’s lips at the warm feeling of Steve’s mouth surrounding him and Steve’s hands holding his hips down. He lets out his loudest moan yet when Steve takes every inch of him.
He keeps doing all the things he knows Eddie loves after only a couple of months of being together. He knows how much Eddie likes it when he flicks his tongue a certain way, or that he can get an oddly specific whine out of him if he squeezes his base and licks gently at his tip. He knows exactly how to bring Eddie to the edge.
When his body starts shaking and his hips twitch upwards, Steve grabs onto them and prepares to swallow. Eddie comes with Steve’s name on his lips and it’s not until he goes limp and falls back against the pillows that Steve pulls back, wiping at his chin.
Eddie makes grabby hands and Steve makes his way up to lay by his side.
“My turn to kiss you under the mistletoe,” Eddie mumbles, pulling him in for another kiss.
Steve huffs out a laugh. “Dork.”
Eddie hums in response and pushes Steve’s sweatpants down and eagerly starts stroking him. Steve groans, pushing his hips against Eddie’s thigh as he continues working his hand at a quick, steady pace while also bringing his thigh closer for Steve to rub against.
He swallows the sounds coming from Steve’s mouth but kissing him gets harder and messier when Eddie uses his free hand to stroke and tug on Steve’s chest hair and play with his nipples.
When Steve finally comes all over Eddie’s stomach and thighs, he does it with his head tucked into his neck.
He flops down next to him so they both catch their breath.
When they do, Eddie smiles down at Steve, whispering, “Merry Christmas, Stevie.”
Steve holds him a little tighter. “Merry Christmas, Eddie.”