( the moans alone are enough to get eddie shuddering in pleasure, but then steve is goading him on, encouraging him to keep pulling on steve's hair, and now eddie is a goner. if steve's mouth wasn't already doing it for him, that right there would have sealed the deal.
but as it turns out, steve's mouth is very much doing it for him. it's a struggle to keep his eyes open and trained on steve as he takes more of him in his mouth. eddie keeps his fingers tangled in steve's hair, giving a bit of a stronger tug before guiding him along, encouraging him to go a little faster, push down a little deeper. )
'slike your mouth was made for this. So sinful, Stevie, you're gonna make me come so hard.
( eddie's words hit steve in places he didn't even know existed and he squirms on his knees with a low whine. he's not sure if his dry spell on the ship has him this worked up or if it's just eddie somehow knowing exactly how to play him — eddie being eddie — but, god, he thinks he could come untouched. it should feel pathetic but it doesn't. instead it makes his heart hammer harder in his chest and his hips rock forward in a subconscious hunt for friction as his dick aches with need.
he lets eddie's hand guide him to move faster, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks harder. he ignores the way his jaw muscles are beginning to burn and takes more of eddie in his mouth until he feels the tip of eddie's cock bump the back of his throat, but pulls back quickly before he gags. it's easy to find a faster rhythm like this, flirting with the idea of deepthroating without fully committing. )
( considering this is steve's first time on this side of a blowjob, eddie has to admit he's handling this very well. he's managed to find a rhythm and a method that works and feels so incredible that eddie swears he's about to come faster than he has in his life. which isn't saying all that much, of course, but that's besides the point.
he is especially impressed with the way steve does manage to take him in just a little deeper. just that little bit further, the way the tip of his cock hits the back of steve's throat, it's all he needs to push him over the edge. he gives another tug to steve's hair, this time as a warning.
in fact, it's all the warning eddie can get out before he starts spilling into steve's mouth. )
( as eddie comes, steve lets out a startled noise that dips sharply into a groan. with no other choice he swallows and pulls back, letting eddie’s cock slip from his lips with one last wet smack as he looks up at eddie’s face. )
Jesus Christ, ( he breathes, voice rough with want, ) You're so goddamn pretty.
( and he means it, and he thinks maybe he means it more than he’s ever meant anything. there’s no shame curling in his gut over what he’s just done. no embarrassment over being queer. he feels nothing but so much need it fucking hurts. there's no room for anything else because right now, everything is eddie. he tastes eddie, smells eddie, feels eddie, and if he doesn't get some relief soon he thinks he might (and this is not at all dramatic) actually die. he shifts on his knees, eyes still trained on eddie's face, and he finally relents, letting his hand snake down to massage himself through his pants with a sharp intake of breath. )
( a part of eddie worried that without steve's focus being on getting him off, all of the magic would be gone and steve would realize just how much he didn't want any part of this lifestyle. that for as much as he was into eddie, he wasn't into this part of dating him. it's silly, he realizes, since steve had more or less eagerly volunteered to blow him, diving right in like he had sucked cock a thousand times before.
so when steve doesn't shy away, eddie's eyes, though still dark with lust, widen with relief and surprise. he pulls steve into a fierce kiss, tasting himself on steve's lips which draws out a blush, adding to the flush that had already spread from steve sucking him off. )
C'mere, darling, let me help you see stars. ( he tugs at the collar of steve's shirt to drive the point home. ) What do you want? I can suck you off, or( he sneaks a hand under steve's shirt while he's distracted, brushing his fingers up and down steve's stomach. ) maybe you just want me to lend a...hand? ( he wiggles the fingers on the hand that he keeps all of his rings on, a smirk lighting up his face. )
( steve makes a rather undignified sound when eddie breaks the kiss, and when he's presented with options he has to take, like, five seconds to consider. his eyes linger on eddie's mouth, then flick over to those ringed fingers, and uh... the answer is both.
both is good. )
Yeah. Let's — yeah. ( that's not exactly an answer, but it's what he's got. he wants to keep kissing while eddie touches him. he wants to know how eddie's mouth feels on his dick. he's also acutely aware that he's so tightly wound right now there's a good chance he'll come the second eddie touches him and embarrass himself, but he's going to do everything in his power to make it last. ) Just touch me, ( he adds, punctuating his sentence with another kiss. ) Let's see where it goes.
( heat pools in eddie's stomach, as if he hasn't already just climaxed in steve's mouth, but that doesn't stop his dick from showing interest just at the way steve's lips don't seem to want to stay away from eddie's for very long. and eddie is all too happy to oblige, chasing after steve for kiss after kiss after kiss, all while eddie's fingers dexterously fiddle with the button on steve's pants, followed by the zipper and - aha! home free.
with a smirk, eddie slips a hand inside the pants' waistband but still keeps steve's underwear between skin and skin. )
Keep the rings on or take 'em off? ( mumbled against the corner of steve's mouth. )
( the rings have his curiosity but without lotion or lube to help ease things a little he's not so sure it's a good idea. just the thought of chafing his dick to shreds is almost enough to cool him down. )
Better take 'em off, ( he murmurs back, not without a hint of disappointment. it doesn't last long though. it can't, not with eddie's hand currently down steve's pants, and the promise that steve will find out exactly what eddie's touch feels like. rings, no rings. whatever. they have all the time in the world to figure it all out. )
( spit wouldn't be enough to keep things pleasurable for long, so it is probably for the best that eddie let go of his rings, just for now. next time they'll have to plan this out a little better so steve can get the full experience of a handjob aided along with the cool smooth metal on his fingers.
he reluctantly pulls his hand out of steve's pants before taking one of his hands and sliding each ring onto each finger, one by one. ) Keep them safe for me, will you, sweetheart? ( he accentuates this with a kiss to steve's knuckles and then gives his own palm a few licks before slipping it inside steve's boxers and finally, finally curling those long, lithe fingers around steve's length. )
Big boy, ( he comments with a smirk, ) I could tell.
( steve slips his hand beneath eddie’s hair, testing the weight of those rings as he lets his fingertips brush the nape of eddie’s neck. this whole thing – it might be clumsy and messy, the two of them fumbling in a dark theater, but god if it isn't sexy. the sight of eddie licking his own palm does something unexpected to steve and he shudders, leaning in to press their lips together hungrily as eddie’s hand snakes down his pants.
that touch is like a salve against his heated skin. soothing, but leaving him desperate for more. his cock twitches in eddie’s hand and steve makes a soft sound in his throat, an appreciative hum. )
Jesus. ( it's little more than a soft sigh into their kiss. ) You drive me crazy. You know that, right?
( not something he ever thought he'd be saying to a guy, but he means it with his whole heart. eddie has a way with words. hell, eddie has a way with everything. )
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but as it turns out, steve's mouth is very much doing it for him. it's a struggle to keep his eyes open and trained on steve as he takes more of him in his mouth. eddie keeps his fingers tangled in steve's hair, giving a bit of a stronger tug before guiding him along, encouraging him to go a little faster, push down a little deeper. )
'slike your mouth was made for this. So sinful, Stevie, you're gonna make me come so hard.
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he lets eddie's hand guide him to move faster, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks harder. he ignores the way his jaw muscles are beginning to burn and takes more of eddie in his mouth until he feels the tip of eddie's cock bump the back of his throat, but pulls back quickly before he gags. it's easy to find a faster rhythm like this, flirting with the idea of deepthroating without fully committing. )
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he is especially impressed with the way steve does manage to take him in just a little deeper. just that little bit further, the way the tip of his cock hits the back of steve's throat, it's all he needs to push him over the edge. he gives another tug to steve's hair, this time as a warning.
in fact, it's all the warning eddie can get out before he starts spilling into steve's mouth. )
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Jesus Christ, ( he breathes, voice rough with want, ) You're so goddamn pretty.
( and he means it, and he thinks maybe he means it more than he’s ever meant anything. there’s no shame curling in his gut over what he’s just done. no embarrassment over being queer. he feels nothing but so much need it fucking hurts. there's no room for anything else because right now, everything is eddie. he tastes eddie, smells eddie, feels eddie, and if he doesn't get some relief soon he thinks he might (and this is not at all dramatic) actually die. he shifts on his knees, eyes still trained on eddie's face, and he finally relents, letting his hand snake down to massage himself through his pants with a sharp intake of breath. )
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so when steve doesn't shy away, eddie's eyes, though still dark with lust, widen with relief and surprise. he pulls steve into a fierce kiss, tasting himself on steve's lips which draws out a blush, adding to the flush that had already spread from steve sucking him off. )
C'mere, darling, let me help you see stars. ( he tugs at the collar of steve's shirt to drive the point home. ) What do you want? I can suck you off, or ( he sneaks a hand under steve's shirt while he's distracted, brushing his fingers up and down steve's stomach. ) maybe you just want me to lend a...hand? ( he wiggles the fingers on the hand that he keeps all of his rings on, a smirk lighting up his face. )
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both is good. )
Yeah. Let's — yeah. ( that's not exactly an answer, but it's what he's got. he wants to keep kissing while eddie touches him. he wants to know how eddie's mouth feels on his dick. he's also acutely aware that he's so tightly wound right now there's a good chance he'll come the second eddie touches him and embarrass himself, but he's going to do everything in his power to make it last. ) Just touch me, ( he adds, punctuating his sentence with another kiss. ) Let's see where it goes.
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with a smirk, eddie slips a hand inside the pants' waistband but still keeps steve's underwear between skin and skin. )
Keep the rings on or take 'em off? ( mumbled against the corner of steve's mouth. )
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Better take 'em off, ( he murmurs back, not without a hint of disappointment. it doesn't last long though. it can't, not with eddie's hand currently down steve's pants, and the promise that steve will find out exactly what eddie's touch feels like. rings, no rings. whatever. they have all the time in the world to figure it all out. )
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he reluctantly pulls his hand out of steve's pants before taking one of his hands and sliding each ring onto each finger, one by one. ) Keep them safe for me, will you, sweetheart? ( he accentuates this with a kiss to steve's knuckles and then gives his own palm a few licks before slipping it inside steve's boxers and finally, finally curling those long, lithe fingers around steve's length. )
Big boy, ( he comments with a smirk, ) I could tell.
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that touch is like a salve against his heated skin. soothing, but leaving him desperate for more. his cock twitches in eddie’s hand and steve makes a soft sound in his throat, an appreciative hum. )
Jesus. ( it's little more than a soft sigh into their kiss. ) You drive me crazy. You know that, right?
( not something he ever thought he'd be saying to a guy, but he means it with his whole heart. eddie has a way with words. hell, eddie has a way with everything. )