Blouscail

He knows what he likes and he likes getting railed within an inch of his life. He likes when someone he barely knows pushes his face into the pillow and doesn't even touch his dick. He really likes when someone takes more than he's ready to give, leaving him with an ache that doesn't go away for days.

Steve wants to get fucked, though. He's desperate for it in a way Eddie can relate to, but Eddie's had plenty of dicks in his ass. Steve's never been able to experiment before they got together. Never even had toys. Never even a finger.

His hole flutters around nothing, trying to clench around three fingers that aren't inside him anymore. Eddie gulps as he watches.

"Everything okay?" Steve asks, turning his head to the side so he can try to see if Eddie's run away or what he's doing. "I feel pretty stretched. I think I'm ready."

He takes it so good. Eddie's actually a little jealous. It's like he was made to be fucked.

"Eddie?"

"Sorry," Eddie swallows and blinks, trying to focus back on his task. He knows what he's doing. He's fucked men before, of course. It's just that this is Steve and it's his first time with anything inside him, and he's kind of in love with the guy. He doesn't want to disappoint him. "Can you pass me the condom?"

Steve awkwardly passes it back before he crosses his arms under his head and shifts his ass up more. He looks fucking good like this. Eddie did not expect to be quite this into fucking Steve.

"You sure you're good?" Eddie asks as he spreads more lube over his hole. There's really no such thing as too much for someone's first time, but it's making a mess, dripping onto the sheets under them. The clean up is gonna be a lot.

"I'm good." Steve sighs and Eddie can see the hint of a smile curling up the corner of his mouth. "I want you."

Eddie melts. "I want you, too."

He's slow as he pushes inside, probably slower than he really needs to be. Steve doesn't even tense up. He doesn't make a sound.

When he's all the way inside him, Eddie rubs his back, slow circles. Like how Steve does it for him every time they're like this, when he's about to fuck him until he can't feel his legs, and when he's going to take his time. A touch of softness and comfort always, no matter what they're going to do after it passes.

"You feel so big," Steve finally says around a moan.

"I can't tell if that's a compliment or an insult." Eddie's laugh ends in a moan when Steve clenches around him. "I'm pretty average. You've just never had anything inside you before. Anything feels big."

"Maybe," Steve pushes back against him, silently asking for him to start moving. It's something Eddie does, too. "Feels perfect."

Eddie prefers bottoming, but he loves the way Steve's body finds a rhythm with his as he fucks into him faster and harder. Eddie prefers bottoming, but he comes at the sight of Steve biting his own arm when he spills against the sheets without touching his dick at all.

Eddie preferred bottoming, but he won't mind this sometimes. Eddie preferred bottoming, but looking down at how Steve takes him, how Steve tightens around him, is beautiful in its own way.

Eddie thinks now he just prefers Steve.