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( it would probably be a lot easier if eddie could say he had no idea how it got to this point, but in truth, he knows every single half step they've ever taken in the daddy, fill me up direction. meeting steve harrington was little more than the fluke at first, after being invited to the campus frat house's welcome freshman bash of the new school year for specific drug connections. it's not like there's an exclusivity to those things — anyone off the street could and did wander in, which is how the resident metalhead and the resident golden basketball star managed to be stuck in the same room together without it being weird. after that, going to the frat's parties seemed actually fun. he'd get to poke at steve a little and watch his cheeks get flushed on cheap beer and close proximity, and probably end the night in a shouting match with him over star wars. one party it was one shot of cheap whiskey too many, which eddie could taste once his tongue was inexorably down steve's throat. the rest, as they say, is history.
he isn't sure anyone would be surprised to hear that steve is a dream in bed, but they might be shocked to know he's a little cockslut with an equal penchant for humiliation and praise. eddie was shocked — in a giddy, delighted sort of way. the writer in him has never outgrown an elementary love for tropes, equal in parts to his love for a twist, unseen ending. jocky steve harrington, with girls fawning over him all over campus and guys pining after him in that jealous/admiring dudebro way of theirs, who gets down on his knees behind closed doors and begs for rocker daddy's cock? yeah, eddie loves that shit. loves it enough to be obsessed with it, fucking steve whenever their schedules allow it, which is quite often. eddie just can't get enough.
it's like that today — eddie heading to the frat house where he's an oddly familiar sight, passing up leisurely to steve's room on the second floor. he helps himself in, only to find steve checking himself out in his mirror, which is charming enough to eddie that he almost doesn't roll his eyes at all, coming up behind him and laying ringed fingers flat on his torso. his nose tilts, pressing against the bit of neck behind his ear — but his reflection in the mirror shows off a merry jester, eddie grinning in anticipation. )
Heya, babygirl. Looking at something pretty? ( he bites at his lobe, sliding hands up under steve's shirt to feel him up. only — he encounters lace where there would be skin otherwise. surprised, eddie twitches back slightly, eyebrows going up high on his forehead. ) What's this? Did you buy something pretty?
( stepping back, he gives steve a firm swat on the ass. )
I wanna see, show me.
he isn't sure anyone would be surprised to hear that steve is a dream in bed, but they might be shocked to know he's a little cockslut with an equal penchant for humiliation and praise. eddie was shocked — in a giddy, delighted sort of way. the writer in him has never outgrown an elementary love for tropes, equal in parts to his love for a twist, unseen ending. jocky steve harrington, with girls fawning over him all over campus and guys pining after him in that jealous/admiring dudebro way of theirs, who gets down on his knees behind closed doors and begs for rocker daddy's cock? yeah, eddie loves that shit. loves it enough to be obsessed with it, fucking steve whenever their schedules allow it, which is quite often. eddie just can't get enough.
it's like that today — eddie heading to the frat house where he's an oddly familiar sight, passing up leisurely to steve's room on the second floor. he helps himself in, only to find steve checking himself out in his mirror, which is charming enough to eddie that he almost doesn't roll his eyes at all, coming up behind him and laying ringed fingers flat on his torso. his nose tilts, pressing against the bit of neck behind his ear — but his reflection in the mirror shows off a merry jester, eddie grinning in anticipation. )
Heya, babygirl. Looking at something pretty? ( he bites at his lobe, sliding hands up under steve's shirt to feel him up. only — he encounters lace where there would be skin otherwise. surprised, eddie twitches back slightly, eyebrows going up high on his forehead. ) What's this? Did you buy something pretty?
( stepping back, he gives steve a firm swat on the ass. )
I wanna see, show me.
( the thing about steve harrington is he is confident about a few very specific things in his life (not his grades or his future, sure, but there are things!) he's got a great free throw, he's like a fish in water, he's got great hair, and he's great in bed. steve's not ashamed of it, not trying to hide that he loves sex and everything involved. so he's a bit of a slut? so what? so far, no one's complained about the harrington treatment. the ladies love him. and while he's not super experienced with dudes, a few guys on high high school swim team can attest that steve's fun to mess around with and gives good head. a few guys in the frat, too.
steve's always been open to trying new things, never shoots anything down without giving it a go first.
that is to say that steve's not really surprised that he and eddie ended up a thing or that within a few hookups, eddie had pulled out handcuffs and steve had nodded so enthusiastically that he'd nearly hurt himself. steve's aware he's got daddy issues so he'd never thought he'd be into it but that night calling eddie 'daddy' had felt like the safest thing in the world. the rest was, as they say, history.
steve's learned a lot about himself. sure he'd always like when his partners got a little rougher, when the girls dug their nails into his scalp as he ate them out. the first time nancy wheeler had told him he could do better, he'd nearly creamed his pants. yeah. okay, that happened. but eddie's unlocked a new sort of beast in him, one that wants to be good for him as much as he wants to see how far he can push his boyfriend and learn what he can get away with.
today their schedules have aligned and steve wants to push those limits, even if they haven't talked about playing. they normally end up messing around when they hang out, sure, but sometimes eddie likes to schedule play dates as if steve's not a sure thing every time. it's frustrating, gets steve all worked up when eddie swats his hands away because it's not time as if they both can barely keep their hands off of each other. but steve loves that too, probably too much.
he's pretty sure he was the one that first brought up the lingerie, but he's not sure. eddie gets him to confess a lot of things he probably wouldn't otherwise, when he's stretched on eddie's dick and babbling, begging for more. now steve's got a collection he adds to occasionally. it's full of soft, lacy things he wears hidden under his jeans or sweats.
when eddie slips into the room, steve's trying to tell if the polo he's got on hides that he's upped the ante a little. that it's not just panties underneath the grey sweats he's wearing, but a matching little lace bralette underneath the hoosier's jersey. it's red and black, eddie's favorite colors. and steve is pretty sure eddie will clock him immediately, is surprised when he doesn't. ) Hi.
( he leans into eddie, flushes because eddie doesn't miss a beat with 'babygirl' and 'pretty'. that always gets steve going, always has him wanting to preen and also squirm a little. eddie's hands are hot on his skin, the rings cold, but they always feel so good as they creep up and-- steve tries not to smirk in the mirror but he does, even if he schools it into a shier smile a moment later. he can be daddy's babygirl. ) Uh huh, something really nice. Got it just for you, Daddy.
But you're late, so I don't think you get to see. ( instead of doing what he should, what eddie wants, he crosses his arms over his chest and looks at him in the mirror with a defiant little glint in his eyes. )
steve's always been open to trying new things, never shoots anything down without giving it a go first.
that is to say that steve's not really surprised that he and eddie ended up a thing or that within a few hookups, eddie had pulled out handcuffs and steve had nodded so enthusiastically that he'd nearly hurt himself. steve's aware he's got daddy issues so he'd never thought he'd be into it but that night calling eddie 'daddy' had felt like the safest thing in the world. the rest was, as they say, history.
steve's learned a lot about himself. sure he'd always like when his partners got a little rougher, when the girls dug their nails into his scalp as he ate them out. the first time nancy wheeler had told him he could do better, he'd nearly creamed his pants. yeah. okay, that happened. but eddie's unlocked a new sort of beast in him, one that wants to be good for him as much as he wants to see how far he can push his boyfriend and learn what he can get away with.
today their schedules have aligned and steve wants to push those limits, even if they haven't talked about playing. they normally end up messing around when they hang out, sure, but sometimes eddie likes to schedule play dates as if steve's not a sure thing every time. it's frustrating, gets steve all worked up when eddie swats his hands away because it's not time as if they both can barely keep their hands off of each other. but steve loves that too, probably too much.
he's pretty sure he was the one that first brought up the lingerie, but he's not sure. eddie gets him to confess a lot of things he probably wouldn't otherwise, when he's stretched on eddie's dick and babbling, begging for more. now steve's got a collection he adds to occasionally. it's full of soft, lacy things he wears hidden under his jeans or sweats.
when eddie slips into the room, steve's trying to tell if the polo he's got on hides that he's upped the ante a little. that it's not just panties underneath the grey sweats he's wearing, but a matching little lace bralette underneath the hoosier's jersey. it's red and black, eddie's favorite colors. and steve is pretty sure eddie will clock him immediately, is surprised when he doesn't. ) Hi.
( he leans into eddie, flushes because eddie doesn't miss a beat with 'babygirl' and 'pretty'. that always gets steve going, always has him wanting to preen and also squirm a little. eddie's hands are hot on his skin, the rings cold, but they always feel so good as they creep up and-- steve tries not to smirk in the mirror but he does, even if he schools it into a shier smile a moment later. he can be daddy's babygirl. ) Uh huh, something really nice. Got it just for you, Daddy.
But you're late, so I don't think you get to see. ( instead of doing what he should, what eddie wants, he crosses his arms over his chest and looks at him in the mirror with a defiant little glint in his eyes. )
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