for gygaxed

[beamer]

( to say steve's anxious and nervous is the understatement of the fucking century right now. steve's faced monsters with no faces and thousands of teeth, been dragged through an alternate dimension and survived on the other side of it all. scarred, sure, and no better off in terms of nightmares but alive. fine.

this shouldn't scare him.

he asked for this.

but here he is, sitting on his bed trying to find a way to move his legs in a way that doesn’t have his dick spilling out of the panties eddie chose for him -- that steve asked him to pick out for him -- and feeling like he looks awful. this was a terrible idea though he'd gotten so fucking hot an bothered when eddie mentioned panties.

steve doesn't get why it had him moaning back then, doesn't get it now. he doesn't want to be a girl, he doesn't want to wear girl's clothing. he doesn't. there's also a part of him that definitely hears his dad's voice right about now talking about being a man but he pushes that away because his parents are out of town, he's in his bedroom with his boyfriend. still. still this feels so different in practice than it did in the fantasies that eddie spun for him after they'd smoked and fucked around in the trailer.

still, steve really wants to pull the covers up to cover the navy and white stripped panties that barely cover his dick and are riding up his ass. he clutches at the fabric instead, tries to channel some of the confidence he can normally push forward even when he feels like he's drowning. he can't this time.

eddie's not on the bed with him, instead standing leaning on the desk across from it. watching him. he hasn't told steve what he wants from him right now and steve, who thrives when eddie gives him orders or hints about how to be good, feels like he's floundering a bit. floundering and flushed, not sure they should do this at all. )

This is probably-- Eds. Come on. Say something? ( they're not playing, technically, yet. at least eddie hasn't said so and steve really follows his lead on that so he just bites into his lower lip, feels so fucking unsure it's gnawing at him. ) Do I look okay?

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[gygaxed]

[ There aren't a lot of things that Eddie feels he's done right in his life, but somehow stumbling his way into dating Steve Harrington is definitely one of them. They fit together in a way that is so absurd, so perfect, and Eddie is completely enamored from the jump.

It's fun, working things out of Steve, finding out what he likes and what he doesn't. Eddie is always more than happy to provide, even though most of what he discovers is relatively vanilla. He thinks he would be more than happy to spend the rest of his life giving Steve nothing but simple, loving sex, and that would be more than enough for him.

Slowly but surely, he manages to work things out of Steve, little confessions, and when had Steve had floated the idea-- high and giggling, sure-- he had been quick to encourage it, quick to make it happen. Eddie had been completely confident when strolling into the shop in search of something for his "girlfriend", and as soon as he had seen the blue and white number, he knew it was exactly what he was looking for. Eddie still hadn't managed to admit just how much he had been lusting after Steve from the first time he had seen him in that dopey Scoops Ahoy uniform. ]

You look great. [ Eddie answers quickly, realizing he's been staring. It's not his fault, he thinks, because he's been focused on trying not to let his jaw hang on the floor. Eddie pushes away from the desk, crosses the room so he can cup Steve's face in his hands. ] More than that. You look so fucking hot, baby.

[ He dips his head, kisses Steve in a way that is soft and chaste and completely the opposite of how he wants to render the other completely undone. ]

You ready?

[beamer]

( a little praise shouldn't do as much as it does for him, but steve's starved of reassurance on a good day. so he leans into eddie's hands, takes a moment to feel the warmth of eddie's calloused hands and the press of metal against his skin. )

Really? ( he feels dubious about that, uncertain still as he looks down at himself and blushes again. it looks so fucking obscene and steve, who's aware he's hot and looks good in almost anything, feels like he's in a cheap porn version of his scoops uniform. which, he kind of is, but this somehow has him flushing down his neck and has his cock twitching against that way too thin fabric.

why is this so hot? why does he feel so fucking good knowing that eddie finds him hot like this.

he glances up in time to catch eddie's gaze, to meet his lips and lean forward into him. he lifts his hands to eddie's wrists, slides his hands up his arms and then wraps his arms around his shoulders so he can lean into him. which isn't exactly 'stay on the bed and look pretty for me' but, well, if this is crossing a line he'll find out soon enough but he revels in pressing up against eddie's chest. ) Yeah. Yeah, I'm ready.

[gygaxed]

Of course you do.

[ Eddie almost can't understand it, the way Steve doesn't seem himself the way Eddie does. From his point of view, Steve is perfect, more than that, deserves every good thing in the world. Sometimes Eddie can't understand how no one has stepped up to give that to him until now, but he should complain. Steve is his now, in every meaning of the word. ]

You're so fucking sexy, babe.

[ That doesn't cover the half of how he feels, especially seeing Steve like this. Eddie lets his hand drag down Steve's chest, makes a slow line before he cups the panties he'd picked out with a greedy palm. ]

You know, I used to do laps around the mall just trying to get a look at you in that stupid uniform. [ Eddie chuckles, slips closer as he lets his fingers slip beneath the waistband of the panties. ] I would look at you and then go home and jerk it in my bed. That uniform should've been illegal if you ask me.

[beamer]

( maybe it's that whole toxic masculinity thing they've grown up with that has steve expecting to give, give, give and not receive anything in return. his value in being a partner has heavily been weighed by if the girl he's with is happy and, well, nancy wheeler definitely did a number there.

not that steve's thinking about nancy now.

objectively, he's also aware that eddie's words are true. steve got popular because he was hot, good at sports and great in bed once he figured that out. but having eddie say it still makes him flush, still has him smiling shyly as he bites into his lip. he shudders when eddie touches his chest, sensitive to his touch even after all the times he's felt it.)

No way. You should have come in and gotten a closer look for your spank bank material. ( and then he's moaning, a gasp melting into a needy sound as eddie cups him through the too-thin panties. it feels so good, the fabric soft against his skin, but it's better when eddie sneaks his hand inside. steve rocks forward toward, his touch, fists a handful of eddie's curls as he leans in to try to catch his mouth. ) I bet you would have really liked the first pair of shorts they gave me. They were shorter than the ones I wore in the end.

[gygaxed]

Jesus, think I might have died if I actually went in there.

[ It's meant to sound confident, aloof and sexy, but it's tinged with his own feeling of need. Every single word of what he's said is true, and Steve and that stupid fucking uniform had nearly the foundation of his spank bank. Even now, when he's got Steve all but naked, the thought of him in even shorter shorts than what he'd seen is almost enough to make him crazy. Eddie makes a mental to note to try and dig up that old uniform, if Steve still has it. ]

You sure that place was really about the ice cream?

[ He manages a breathy sort of laugh, letting his fingers curl carefully around Steve's hardening cock. The temptation to rip the panties away and have his way with Steve is already overwhelming, but Eddie is resolved to draw this out as long as possible. That's part of the fun, after all.

When Steve leans in to kiss him, Eddie purposefully tilts his head away, denies it for the fun of seeing Steve wanting. ]

Have I ever told you how fucking pretty you are? [ The hand not going to work beneath Steve's panties captures his chin, his thumb brushing over Steve's lower lip. ] It's almost a shame I'm gonna have to ruin you, baby.

[beamer]

I'm like seventy-five percent sure it was. There was a lot of getting sticky involved. ( which isn't true, actually, but steve likes that he gets to tease eddie a little too.

steve does have that uniform but he's bulked up enough now that it'd probably look more obscene than it did before, stretched over his ass and thighs. he hums softly, maybe a bit more flustered by the hints of need he hears in eddie's voice. it does something to him, to feel that wanted by the person he's with. it's not that steve hasn't been wanted before but it's different with eddie, something he can't quite describe but knows it feels right; better than anything before. and it's not eddie's calloused fingers wrapping around him through the thin material of the panties -- of his panties -- that have him feeling that way.

steve groans softly, still leaning forward until eddie leans back. the sound melts into a whine. ) Eddie. ( he wants to try again, suddenly wants to push it, but eddie's hand on his chin stops that train of thought a second after he does lean forward again.

steve gasps, goes easy. he parts his lips and that's so instinctual now, so easy, that that coupled with the praise, with the word 'pretty' has him flushing down his chest and wanting to squirm. ) Well, I like it when you ruin me.