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"Steve," Eddie gasps, and Steve swallows it down, licks into Eddie's mouth again cause he's trying to learn his taste, though really right now it's just the flavor of the soda he was drinking, but there's something else there that Steve really likes, something he'll chart down as Eddie's taste and try to get more of it. “H-Hold on-" Eddie puts his hands on Steve's hips and sort of pushes him, makes Steve recoil a bit and look down at him. God, he looks so pretty here, with his cheeks flushed and his lips covered in spit, a little swollen and red from Steve biting at them, "Are you sure you want to do this?" Eddie asks.
Steve stares at him for a moment, lost, cause nobodies ever asked him that question before, asked if he actually wanted to have sex or not, they've always just went with it, so the question almost sounds unreal, and he doesn’t know how to respond, because how do you respond to something like that? He looks at Eddie for so long that he spaces out a little, but he comes back pretty quick cause Eddie’s hands slide up and down his sides beneath his shirt, and the cold of Eddie’s rings make him shiver.
“Yeah.” Steve answers, straightening himself a little, feeling the growing hardness in Eddie’s pants, settling against it, rubbing himself against it teasingly, “Yes. Hell yes.” He reassures, nodding, watches the smile spread on Eddie’s lips, toothy and satisfied, “Please.”
Eddie nods as well, “Good,” he says, quickly moving so Steve’s back hits the couch and Eddie’s hovering over him, leaning down quick to connect their lips again. It’s still full of teeth and tongue, licking into mouths and biting lips, tasting blood. Eddie grinds down against Steve, and that earns him a groan, low in Steve’s throat and hungry. Steve gets his hands under Eddie’s shirt, forces their lips to disconnect so he can pull it over Eddie’s head, get his torso bare.
The tattoos there have always been some of Steve’s favorite. He’s always wanted to drag his fingertips over them, lick them, see if he could taste the ink despite tattoo’s definitely not working that way. Still, he wants to do it, wants, but he settles with gripping Eddie’s waist, digging his fingers in a little, enjoying the expanse of bare skin. He can sort of see Eddie’s ribs when he moves, slides his hand up so he can press his palm in there, feel the bone beneath it.
He really likes touching Eddie like this, likes the warmth beneath his palm and the way Eddie groans into the kiss when Steve slides a thumb over his nipple, just teasingly, testing if he’d get a reaction of some kind. He’s very happy that he did, he’ll definitely note that in his mind for later - assuming that there will be a ‘later’ or a ‘next time’.
”How’d you want me?” Eddie asks when he breaks away from the kiss, out of breath and soft, looking at Steve with his pupils blown so wide they almost take up the entirety of his eyes and his lips definitely swollen now. Steve wants to kiss him until he’s dead and consume him whole, know him down to the bone, inside and out.
It’s a good question, though. Steve definitely knows where he wants to go with this, but it’s scary to ask, to even suggest, cause Steve’s never been with a guy before and he doesn’t know how Eddie will react - but, he sort of does at the same time. Does Eddie wanna ‘go all the way’ with him or does he want something simple? Should Steve just get him off and move past it or should they both—
Eddie leans down and kisses between his brows, catching Steve’s attention, giving him a look like he’s expecting an answer, not appreciative of the silence. Steve smiles, soft and apologetic and let’s his hands go to Eddie’s jeans, fingers undoing the buttons, “Inside me, preferably?” Steve laughs, and Eddie makes this wide-eyed expression back at him that makes him look stupidly cute.
Touching like this is a bit terrifying, Steve won’t lie, because he’s never been with a guy and has only really had actual sex a few times despite popular belief. It’s hard to fuck people when you’re trans and not out, especially in a small town that isn’t the most accepting when it comes to things like that. He’s had sex, but it’s never been like this, he’s never wanted it this bad before, never felt himself clench around nothing at the thought of having someone inside him.
It’s new and exciting and his head feels so woozy from arousal, cause Eddie smells like cheap cologne and his rings are cold against the heat of Steve’s skin and it’s dizzying and addicting, and Steve just wants Eddie to fuck him already cause he’s really growing impatient, rubbing his thighs together a little for some form of relief.
Eddie looks down at where Steve rubs his thighs together, eyeing the motion curiously before the dots connect and his lips spread with this wolfish smile that almost looks predatory, canines poking out and bottom lip going between teeth, eyebrow cocked.
“Didn’t expect you to be so desperate, Harrington.” Eddie laughs, cocky and knowing, and it makes Steve want to knock his teeth in, but also kiss him until they’re both gasping for air, learn each and every little texture and taste of Eddie’s lips and mouth and tongue.
He gets Eddie’s jeans undone quickly, slides them down just far enough that they’re past his thighs, “Yeah, well,” Steve goes to argue back, going to push his own shorts down, gets them off easily, cause shorts are easier to get off compared to skinny jeans, “I’ve had a crush on you for years, so.” He says it so easily, and he doesn’t even realize he says that until he catches Eddie looking at him like he’s seen a ghost.
Way to drop the ball, right? Steve laughs a little nervously, Eddie joins him after a few seconds, then silently just pushes his hips down, lets Steve feel the outline and heat of his cock that’s hidden in his briefs right against his cunt that’s starting to grow wet in his own briefs. He clutches at Eddie’s bicep, digs his nails in, lets a moan slip from his lips without thought.
That earns him another grind of Eddie’s hips, and Steve can feel the slight dampening of Eddie’s briefs where his cock leaks precum at the slit, let’s Steve know that he’s not the only one whose feeling a bit desperate here, that he’s not alone in wanting this so bad it’s almost maddening.
He pulls Eddie down then, forces their lips to meet again so he can kiss Eddie and moan into his mouth, feel the way Eddie laughs breathlessly against his lips and makes these little noises that feel like pure adrenaline and pleasure rushing through Steve’s veins. It’s heat and it’s pushing its way all throughout him, like a drug taking its route, making itself known, causing a high.
Every grind of Eddie’s hips feels like a direct touch to his nerves, like Eddie’s taken his finger and plucked at Steve’s nerves like guitar strings, twisting and tuning them, taking them for test drives, and it’s driving Steve absolutely insane, cause every passing second he’s growing desperate and needy and he’s not used to feeling like this. It’s a completely new feeling, and he sort of likes it, likes wanting something so bad it makes him want to whine like he’s having a tantrum.
It’s when Eddie’s cock accidentally somewhat slots itself between the lips of Steve’s cunt that he realizes just how worked up he’d gotten, cause he cums, gripping Eddie’s arm and arching off the couch, eyes pinched shut and mouth hung open. It thunders through him like a parade, like nothing he’s ever felt before, and it lasts what feels like forever, long enough that it still feels good when he gets desperate again, still coming down from it when he hooks a finger in Eddie’s briefs and tugs them down, watches Eddie’s cock spring free.
Oddly, Steve thinks Eddie’s cock is pretty, which is weird, isn’t it? You’re not really supposed to find dicks pretty, but Steve definitely thinks Eddie’s got a pretty cock, flushed red at the tip and spreading down, so wet with precum that it almost looks fake, hard and twitching at the change of temperature so suddenly. Steve wants to put it in his mouth, wants to jerk him off, but he really wants it inside him, so he’ll go with that for now, save the other options for later.
“Eddie,” Steve’s practically moaning, somewhat gasping, and Eddie just nods, lets Steve know that he understands, “Want it. C’mon, don’t keep me waiting.” He’s begging, which is also new. Today is full of firsts apparently, Steve thinks, but it’s a distant thought, cause Eddie is giving him this bewildered expression that makes Steve laugh softly, takes his hand and wraps it around Eddie’s cock, stroking once, twice, watching Eddie gasp and shudder.
Eddie nods again, “Been waiting for you to say that,” he laughs shakily, leaning back on his calves to pull Steve’s briefs down, expose his cunt that’s wet with slick and excitement. Eddie licks at his lips, and Steve flushes an even deeper red at that, cause it feels like Eddie wants to eat him, like he’s prey being eyed by a predator, and that feeling is thrilling, makes his blood run hot and rush straight to his dick.
Leaning back into that previous position, Eddie grabs Steve’s wrist and leads his hand to his cock, let’s Steve wrap his fingers around it again, let’s him have the lead, make the decision, set the pace. It’s kind, letting Steve have the reins of this, cause it’s new and a bit scary but he’s also so desperate he feels almost carsick. He takes Eddie’s cock and lines it with his hole, let’s Eddie feel the slick that’s grown there, the heat of his cunt, watches how he shivers and lets out a groan, bites at his lip to quiet himself.
That’s enough motivation, Steve thinks. “Okay,” he says, nodding, “Please.” He adds, giving Eddie another reassuring nod before he feels Eddie move, hips pushing forward, cock sliding inside of him. Steve can feel every inch as the seconds pass, head tipped back as he moans. Thankfully, Eddie’s not huge, he’s a good size, so Steve doesn’t have too much to adjust to, but it’s enough to be overwhelming, to make him clutch at the couch beneath him and make him moan like he’s been paid for it.
Eddie goes easy, he pushes in slowly, eases himself at a pace that isn’t forceful, just slow and easy, lets Steve get used to the feeling of being full so suddenly, the heat of Eddie’s cock and the girth. It takes him a second, but he eventually meets Steve with his hips, pressed together close, completely inside. The feeling is definitely different, Steve’s used toys before but this is definitely more overwhelming, but in a good way. There’s heat to it, a body attached, different grooves and a different type of fullness.
Steve likes it.
For a moment Eddie just breathes, and Steve breathes with him, allows himself to relax a bit, let his muscles go loose. Eddie’s flushed from his cheeks down to his chest, and it’s the cutest shit Steve’s ever seen, so he’s grabbing at Eddie and forcing him down into a kiss. It’s still messy, still teeth and licking and filthy, makes Steve move his hips on his own, get the motions started. It earns him a muffled moan from Eddie, quickly swallowed by Steve but very motivating, to say the least.
“Eddie,” Steve moans against his mouth, arms moving to wrap around Eddie’s torso, meeting at the middle of his back and pulling him down, chests flush against one another, “Fuck me. Please. I want—“ Steve’s trying to beg, and even though he isn’t the best at it, it’s enough to get Eddie to start moving his hips. Steve’s still a little sensitive from cumming beforehand, but it’s good, a feeling he really enjoys, like being at a concert and you’re covered in sweat and the music is loud and the crowd is too close, but you’re full of adrenaline and endorphins and having the time of your life.
Eddie picks up a good pace, not too hard or rough, just these deep strokes that Steve swears he can feel all the way up his spine, like a faint tingle that’s growing more intense with every thrust. There’s the sound of skin meeting, a slick noise that’s making Steve chuckle a little, cause he’s never been this wet before, but it figures that it’d be Eddie to make him wet as hell, right?
They’re moaning into each others necks, Steve’s face hidden in Eddie’s with Eddie panting hot against the skin of Steve’s throat, noises coming from them both, a mix of whimpers and moans and these deep groans that sound almost like growls. Steve holds Eddie, and Eddie fucks into him desperately, but not hard, he’s still being cautious, which Steve appreciates. Steve digs his nails into Eddie’s back, leaves red welts to grow irritated there, a little piece of himself for Eddie to carry around, like a reminder of how good this feels.
Pressure starts to build in his gut, one he’s familiar with, and with it comes the desperation for more, for friction and stimulation, the need for more so he can fall over that edge and cum.
“Harder,” he says into Eddie’s skin, moves his head a little, as if it’ll make Eddie hear him better, “Harder, please. ‘M close, so close.” He repeats, feels Eddie nod against him and position himself better, pulling away from Steve’s body and sitting up, lifting Steve’s hips so he can hold them up, fucking into him harder, rough, just like Steve asked.
It’s good to have a partner who listens, even better to have one that’ll go the extra mile. Eddie takes his thumb and rubs at Steve’s dick, hard circles that make Steve cuss under his breath and moan Eddie’s name shamelessly. The pressure builds and builds, like water pressing behind a dam, it gets more and more intense, almost unbearable.
Eddie keeps going, “Fuck, Steve,” he hears Eddie groan, throaty, almost hoarse, “I’m gonna cum,” he warns, makes Steve look at him and nod, like confirmation of some kind, maybe motivation, Steve doesn’t really know. All he knows is that he wants to feel Eddie cum and wants to cum as well, wants it so bad it’s almost enough to make him cry. “You want that? Want me to c-cum in you?” Eddie asks.
Steve nods, “Yes,” he answers, hips moving to grind on both Eddie’s cock and into the feeling of his thumb rubbing against his own cock, “So bad, want it so bad, Eddie, please.” He begs, so close he can taste it on the tip of his tongue, coats the roof of his mouth, all he can taste as it fills his mouth, as he finally reaches that peak and frantically clutches at the couch, “Eddie—!” He’s moaning, arching off the couch’s cushion again and shivering as he cums, hard and around Eddie’s cock, tightening as he rides it out.
There’s a few moments of what feels like static, like he’s not entirely there, but he’s aware of Eddie gripping his hips so hard it feels like he’s gonna make him bleed and going impossibly harder, thrusting once, twice, one more time before he cums shortly after Steve, let’s Steve feel it spill inside him, hot and a whole new type of fullness.
Eddie drops onto him, and they breathe each other in, the smell of sex and sweat and a faint scent of cigarettes. It makes Steve feel like he’s floating on a cloud, all endorphins and woozy, satisfied.
“Fucking hell, Harrington,” Eddie laughs, making Steve laugh with him.
That feels like a good reaction, Steve thinks. Eddie’s breathing so hard it seems like he’d run a marathon. Steve rubs his back where he’d dug his nails in, like an apology despite knowing Eddie definitely doesn’t mind.
It’s nice like this, to breathe with each other and bask in the moment, in all the feel-good emotions, the buzz of an afterglow. Eddie’s still got his dick in him, which feels sort of odd, but the fullness is comforting, makes Steve shudder, feels Eddie’s cum inside him, two different fullnesses that are oddly, almost grossly, satisfying.
“Yeah..” Steve says back, boneless and limp.
Eddie presses kisses to Steve’s throat, gentle ones that feel like praise, wordless yet so loud.
He lets the silence linger for a moment, just cause he’s satisfied with the silence, “Not bad for your first time.”
Another pause, then a laugh, “What makes you assume that was my first time?” Eddie asks, sounding offended, but not genuinely.
“Just a guess.” He replies, feeling Eddie laugh into his neck, his own hand sliding up and down Eddie’s spine.
More silence, then Steve chuckles, “So what’s my rating, Munson?” He asks, it’s a dumb question, just a joke because he’s feeling floaty and sort of like he’d just smoked a ton of weed.
A second of silence passes before Eddie pushes himself up and smiles down at Steve mischievously, “Can I grade you after a round two?” He asks instead.
Oh.
His hand goes to grab at the back of Eddie’s neck, pulls him down for a kiss that’s soft for a moment before it’s just as hard as all the other ones, smiling against his lips, “Definitely.” He answers, feels Eddie roll his hips again, making Steve whine at the over sensitivity.
They’re bound to be tired after this, but this time ‘round Steve gets to attach himself to Eddie’s throat and leave red marks scattered about, he knows they’ll turn purple and dark in a few days, and only Steve will know where they came from.
Steve smiles when they kiss again.
He’s really, really glad Eddie decided to come over.