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"Fuck Stevie. Tell me you want this as bad as I do." Eddie growls, before biting at the vein on Steve's neck.
Steve's only response is a choked out moan. Eddie takes this in stride, leaning back to look at the panting mess of boy, before him.
"I--yes. Yes. Eddie please. You're so--you looked so--you sounded--Fuck." He breathes and Eddie nips at his collarbone, fingers playing with the buttons on his shirt.
This, arguably, was not how Eddie expected his night to go, but he sure as hell was not complaining. He was used to unreasonable amounts of adrenaline after a gig, but throw Steve into the mix? Yeah...he was fucked.
Eddie couldn't stop himself, running his tongue along Steve's neck. "Tell me how I sounded baby." He bit at Steve's ear and Steve swallowed a cry.
"Come on Stevie, you can be as loud as you want. I locked the door, I promise." Shout out to the whiskey running through his veins, because Eddie would have been just a touch more stressed, in this dirty ass bar bathroom with the ever present object of his affections.
Steve was panting, pressed up against the wall and it was a vision. "You're just--you--" Steve stuttered as Eddie sucks at a soft spot below his ear.
Eddie can't help but laugh, before catching Steve's push lips with his own. Steve mewls into the thing. He would never have dreamed about him being this responsive. But, the gods or whatever power may be, were on Eddie's side tonight so it seems.
Eddie runs his tongue over Steve's spit slicked lips, smirked as Steve's hands claw at his back.
"God, baby. You're just a needy little thing aren't you?" Eddie asks and Steve whines. Eddie pulls back, leveling Steve with a stern glance. "Words, precious. You've got them in that pretty little head of yours. I know you do." He cocks his head, waiting.
"I--I just. Eddie, I've wanted this--wanted you, for a while." Steve is hushed, breathing out the confession like it might offend the other man.
Eddie is on cloud fucking nine.
"Oh, sweet thing. I'm sure I've wanted you longer than that." Eddie leans forward, nipping at Steve's bottom lip with his teeth. He relishes in the gasp Steve lets out, when Eddie's grasps at his perfect ass.
He wouldn't fuck him. Not tonight...but they could certainly get up to something.
"What do you want, baby?" Eddie asks between kisses to Steve's neck, his chest.
"Anything, Eddie...Anything you want."
That was... "That's dangerous princess." Eddie feels the heat that rushes up Steve's body. "You tell me, if it's too much, Stevie. You tell me, no."
Steve nods, lost to whatever was going on in that pretty little head.
Eddie grabs at Steve's chin, locking their eyes together. "Promise me."
"Fuck. I promise. I promise Eddie, please just--" Steve's eyes are swimming with gold and Eddie never wants to look at another man again. "Use me."
Something in Eddie snaps.
He isn't usually the one to fall to their knees, but he does for Steve. He looks up at the boy before him, under his lashes, smirking as he does. Steve is hard. Eddie can see the outline of his cock through skin-tight jeans.
Isn't that something.
"Oh," Eddie laughs, not unkindly, "You really are a big boy, aren't you precious." Steve just whimpers as Eddie runs his hands along toned thighs.
"Eddie, please--I--" Steve cuts himself off, with a whine when Eddie grasps at his dick through the denim. Runs his hand along the stiff outline. Steve makes the prettiest noises, Eddie has ever heard. He flicks his eyes up, pleased to See Steve looking down at him his eyes wide.
"Do you want this, Stevie?" Eddie breathes. Steve could tell him no. He probably should tell him no. Eddie would be fine...they could laugh this off. Walk out of The Hideout together and never talk about this again. It would be fine. It would totally--
Eddie is ripped out of his damning thoughts by Steve's hand tangling in his hair, pulling at the remnants of the messy bun, he had thrown it in. "Eddie Munson--" His voice is shaking. Eddie can practically feel the energy pulsing through Steve's thighs, he needy cock. The front of his jeans are sporting a damp patch--If Steve doesn't have anything on underneath these stupid tight ass jeans... "--please suck my cock. Please."
He's heard enough. Steve Harrington giving Eddie enthusiastic consent is wonderful. He had asked him before they kissed outside if he had had anything to drink. Steve had told Eddie he had had half a beer before he was distracted by Eddie on stage. Eddie had certainly had a shot or three before Corroded's set, but pulling Steve Harrington in for a heated kiss had done enough to ground him on this plain of existence.
And here they were--Eddie on his knees, on a bathroom floor, that Eddie himself, had had many a boy kneel on...Steve looking down at him like a starved soul. Needing something. Needing Eddie.
Eddie's hands ripped at Steve's belt, tugging it away, before nearly pulling the button of Steve's jeans out of it's place. He tugged the jeans down, watching as Steve's cock--it was beautiful. Long, thin, weeping at the tip with precome, red with want--sprung up to his stomach.
Eddie clicked his tongue. "No panties for me, Stevie?" Eddie tore his eyes away from his cock, to meet Steve's wide-eyed stare.
Steve stuttered. "It's--I--the jeans were so tight I--" God, Steve was so red, his cheeks, the top of his throat, his perfect leaking cock.
Eddie leans forward, licking at the bead of precome on the slit and Steve chokes off. Whatever he was gonna rebuttal with is lost, replaced with another whimper.
Eddie wants more of that. More of those sweet little moans and gasps. He doesn't waste another second, leaning forward and swallowing Steve down to the root.
Steve yells. Eddie had told Steve not to worry about anyone coming into the single-stall bathroom, but he was sure someone would've heard that.
Oh well, who fucking cares. Eddie has Steve Harrington's perfect dick in his mouth as he tastes so sweet.
Eddie feels him, feels Steve pulse in his mouth as he pulls back briefly, before taking him down again. He hollows his cheeks, and Steve swears above him, when the tip of his dick hits the back of Eddie's throat.
Eddie has one hand grasped tight on the thick meat of Steve's thigh, uses the other to replace his mouth as pulls back. He can't help but run his fingers along a delicious vein on the underside of Steve's prick as he smirks up at the pretty boy, above him.
"God, you taste like sugar, baby." He grins, sharp.
He isn't sure if he prefers Steve's perfect fucking dick, or his gorgeous golden eyes--wide and hungry. For him.
Steve pants. "Eddie. Please--I--"
Eddie is nothing, if not receptive to a pretty boy begging.
He leans forward, taking Steve in his mouth again, but only the head. Steve's moan catches in his throat as Eddie hollows his cheeks, using his hand stroke up the shaft. His other is still grasped tight on Steve's thigh. It will bruise, and they should probably...definitely talk about this tomorrow, but tonight? Tonight, Eddie just wants to taste Steve coming down his fucking throat. Eddie drops the hands stroking at Steve's cock, playing with his balls instead and Steve groans, almost screams again when Eddie takes him down fully.
He reaches past his balls, runs a finger over tight, puckered skin. He moans as Steve's cock kicks in his mouth. He's close. Eddie can feel it.
"Eddie, I--I'm gonna--" Eddie squeezes at Steve's perfect ass cheek, humming as he does.
It's okay. It's perfect. Come for me, come for me, come for me.
Steve wails as he comes down Eddie's throat and Eddie is absolutely feral for it, swallowing every lost drop down. He pulls back, licking up anything and everything he can. He swirls his tongue against the sensitive head and Steve's breath hitches above him.
Eddie leans back, flicking his eyes up. Steve is still looking at him, eyes wide and in awe. God, Eddie could get used to this. He leans forward placing a soft kiss to Steve's bruised thigh. He smiles, smelling skin and sweat as He leans against Steve's leg when the boy above his sighs. Soft, sweet. Steve Harrington is sweet and he deserves the world. Eddie will give it to him. He will give Steve anything he wants.
Steve pulls at Eddie's hair. His hand had stayed planted in his hair the whole time, but his grip is soft now, light as he softly pulls Eddie's head back.
"Come here, please." Steve breathes. Eddie does, getting up to his feet quick. Steve leans forward, licking into his mouth with a groan. Eddie kisses back. This kiss isn't near as heated as they had been. It's languid, but it carries something.
Meaning, want, need.
Eddie pulls back, scanning Steve's gaze. "Tell me you'll still want this tomorrow?"
Steve laugh softly. "Yes. Tomorrow, and the day after that."