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“Look, I’m not telling you anything, baby. But just know, our boy is in for it when I see him later.” That was the only thing Eddie said when he came by the diner, picking up some lunch for the two of them and brushing a kiss against your cheek. “Come by after your shift, I think Steve would enjoy a night in.” And then the long-haired man was gone, out the door and into his van, leaving you to wonder about the rest of the day. 

It was early evening when you got to Steve’s place, dumped your bag on the kitchen bench, kicked off your sneakers at the front door and quickly made your way up to his room, and when you came through the bedroom door, you nearly fainted at the sight. 

“Oh finally.” Eddie looks up from Steve when he hears you enter, a wicked smirk on his face and dark eyes dancing with a dangerous glee. Steve’s looking like he’s trapped in a mixture of heaven and hell, pain and pleasure, hands cuffed above his head and secured to the headboard, whole body naked and a vibrator resting on his stomach, turned on and buzzing against his skin. “Look here, Stevie, our darling finally joined us.”

Steve only lets out a loud moan, desperate for some sort of touch and friction on his leaking cock. It’s certainly a sight, seeing the man so strung out against the mattress, hair a mess and face scrunched up as the tip of the vibrator brushes against the base of his cock. 

“Holy fuck, Eds. When you said you had a plan and that Steve was in for it, I just thought you were gonna mess with him, not torture.” Eddie’s at your side then, lips sucking at your pulse point without hesitation, hands already under your shirt and sliding over your sides, eliciting a shiver from you. 

“Well, I heard from dear Buckley, that our Stevie boy was flirting with some customers yesterday. You know how he is, always such an attention seeker.” Steve whines at Eddie’s statement, shaking his head furiously, fingers curling as Eddie picks up the vibrator and brushes it against the tip of Steve’s dick.

“Not true…fuck Eddie.” Steve lurches up into the touch, another lot of pre-cum dribbling out of his hard dick, eyes opening for a moment to catch your gaze. “Munson’s got it all wrong, I promise.” You knew that tone, knew that Steve was making up excuses, saying anything he could to try and get out of the punishment that Eddie had planned for him. But you weren’t going to be easy on him either. And he knew that when you moved closer to the bed, sitting on the edge and moving your hand over his chest, catching his nipples with your nails slightly. 

“Oh, hush, pretty boy. If Eddie says you deserved to be punished, then who am I to disagree?” Much to Steve’s relief, you finally kiss him, leaning down and brushing a hand through his sweaty hair, smiling against his lips as he whines into the kiss. 

Eddie’s gone back to toying with him, moving the vibrator up and down Steve’s cock, watching as Steve shivers and shakes from the waves of pleasure. You and Steve both knew Eddie could be a menace when he had all the power, would push the two of you to the brink over and over until he was satisfied, and you couldn’t help but catch the dangerous glint in his eye, suddenly knowing that Steve was in for a lot tonight. 

You loved nights like this when Steve was like putty in your hands and Eddie held all the power over the preppy rich boy. Sure, it was always fun with the two of them, but on nights like this, there was an extra level of pleasure, a strong sense of need and sweet want. The night was all about Steve, punishing him for whatever transgression Eddie thought he committed, and you were just along for the ride. 

“Now, I’m thinking, Stevie here deserves to learn what happens when he’s not the faithful boy he ought to be.” Eddie’s whispering in your ear, lips brushing against your skin and hands shucking your shirt simultaneously, tossing it away to the other side of the room. Steve’s watching the two of you, eyes hooded and lips strung in a firm line. 

“What are you suggesting, Eds?” Eddie’s hands are in your pants then, rubbing right where you need him, firm and creating enough friction that you couldn’t help but buck into him, making him groan in response, already so desperate for you. 

“Oh, come on guys. Stop teasing me!” Steve’s voice is high, glaring at the two of you, but he’s quickly eating his words when you lean forward from Eddie’s grip and pinch the tip of his cock, bringing his rising orgasm to a stuttering stop. 

“Uh, uh. You know the rules, Harrington. You wanna keep talking back, you’ll just get punished more.” Steve throws his head back in response, wanting some sort of release so desperately he was willing to beg for it. But you and Eddie never gave him a chance, especially when Eddie finally tore your jeans off you, discarding your underwear in the process. 

Steve could see everything then, your bare body next to Eddie’s, your already slick thighs, Eddie’s hardening cock, everything so perfect and all for him. Or it should have been all for him, if he didn’t fuck up like he did. 

“Aw, you see that Stevie? Our darling is all ready and perfect for us. Shame you’re not going to get anything tonight.” Eddie’s kissing you, groping at your chest and letting his lips travel up and down your neck, body splayed out between your thighs, the perfect view for Steve to watch the show. And what a show it is, for the both of you, Steve strung out with the vibrator still against his cock, not high enough for him to come, and Eddie touching you right where you need him. 

“You know, Steve looks so pretty there, Eds.” Your voice is breathy, and you feel Eddie nodding behind you, hands on your waist to keep you steady as you lean into Steve’s space. “I wonder what he’ll look like when he’s all covered in come, begging for us.”

“Fuck, sweetheart. You keep speaking like that and you’ll have me blowing too early to make tonight worth it.” Eddie watches you with a grin as you take Steve’s cock in your hand, finally giving the man some sweet relief, his body arching in response. “How about this Stevie? You get to come once with our baby’s hand around your cock, and then we get to choose how to ruin you.” 

Before Eddie’s even finished speaking, Steve is nodding his head furiously, bucking into your touch and whining for you to quicken your pace, making sure not to speak in case you’d inflict more punishments. He’s in heaven, your hand going at just the right speed against his hard and weeping cock that he’s seeing stars, doesn’t know if he’s dreaming or not. He wants to last longer, wants to be good for you and Eddie, but after already being teased for nearly an hour by a cruel metal head, Steve knows he’s at his brink. 

Except he’s not ready for your mouth suddenly on him, or Eddie’s lips against his nipples, and soon Steve’s gasping, groaning, screaming into the space of the room, bucking furiously against the bed and fucking your face with no regard for your comfort. You were truly fine with it, happy to see one of your boys so blissed out with pleasure, and when you pull away, leaving a trail of saliva on Steve’s cock, he can’t help but come, falling off the edge. 

Eddie pulls away, not wanting to overstimulate Steve too much, and turns back to you, a hand going to your head and pulling you into him, kissing you with a speed you didn’t quite expect. It’s not fast, more slow and gentle, but that didn’t mean Eddie suddenly wanted to slow things down, you knew he was just getting started when his hand went to the apex of your thighs, fingers gliding over where you needed him the most. 

“I think, it’s time we get our own back, sweetheart. You ready for Steve’s cock?” Eddie’s already put a condom on Steve, not even needing to hear your very firm “yes” or see Steve’s wanting nods. You’re already ready for Steve, followed the directions Eddie gave you before he left you at the diner, and when you sink down onto Steve, it doesn’t take you long to adjust to his girth or length. 

It’s perfect, the feel of him inside you, the way his fists clenched, the way his eyes roll back in pleasure. Eddie’s watching with a smirk, hand working over his cock as he motions you to start moving on Steve, give him the pleasure you both think he deserves. 

“Stevie, look at me for a second, doll. I’m gonna use your mouth now, but if you need to stop at all, you drop this bell.” Eddie presses the small bell into one of Steve’s hands, and the younger man is looking at him with such affection even as you ride against him, his cock finally hitting that perfect spot inside you. 

And then Eddie’s sliding into his mouth, not giving the man any time to adjust or take a breath. Steve’s already spluttering, but Eddie doesn’t care, just wants what’s his, and starts pumping his cock into Steve’s mouth. You know what Steve’s mouth can do, had him between your thighs more times than you can count at this point, and when Eddie lets out a guttural groan and leans against the headboard, you know exactly how he feels. 

“Fuck, look out our boy, sweetheart. Such a slut for both of us. I reckon if we asked him to do anything right now he wouldn’t hesitate to say yes.” Eddie’s chuckling, a hand in Steve’s hair to angle his mouth the way the metalhead wants it, and you can’t help but shiver, leaning in so your hands rest against Steve’s chest. Eddie’s watching you shift your hips on Steve’s cock, running a hand up your back in an attempt to soothe you from the pleasure that has started to rack your body. 

“Oh, I think I have the perfect idea then.” You’re looking right at Steve as you suddenly lift yourself off his cock, emitting a whine from the sweaty boy. “Aw, poor baby boy, so close to coming, aren’t you?” You’re resting on his thighs, and Steve might die right there when you leave his cock, letting it bob against his stomach, so close to another orgasm. “How about this, Steve? You make me cum first, and you might get to come afterwards, but before Eddie.” Eddie’s laughing then, knowing you’re offering Steve a deal he can’t refuse, even though he feels like he’s at the brink, but he’s still nodding, cock poking the inside of his mouth as Eddie still uses him like a breathing cock sleeve. 

You’re riding Steve again, then, rough and fast and exactly how you need it. And he’s whining against Eddie’s cock, the sound muffled and wet in his mouth, his hands clenched closed and eyelids fluttering in delight. 

The edge is getting closer and closer for you, his cock hitting all the right places, and when Eddie leans over and nips at your neck, tweaks one of your nipples, you’re falling over that edge. It’s perfect, both boys not being able to look away as your body wracks with aftershocks and you ride the rest of your orgasm, skin sweaty and eyes closed in pleasure. It’s such a sight that Steve can’t hold back his own orgasm, crying out loudly and filling the condom. His body is arching, Eddie quickly pulling his cock from Steve’s mouth so the man underneath him can breathe, and Steve can’t help but shake and gasp, overwhelmed with his own pleasure, eyes clenched shut when you slowly release him, letting his softening cock hit his stomach. 

Everyone is silent for a moment, Eddie’s eyes wide and grin shining in the darkness of the room, and Steve and you both needed some time to gain your breath back, leaning against each other. 

“Holy shit, if I knew tonight was going to end like that, I would have cuffed you a lot sooner, Harrington.” Eddie’s voice is soft, still stunned as you and Steve lay in a pile, too blissed out to do anything else. But Eddie can take care of himself, wants to do it himself, and Steve lets out no objection when Eddie cums on his chest, a small moan escaping when the fluid hits his skin, Eddie sinking into the mattress next to the both of you. 

After a couple of minutes of stillness, Eddie’s uncuffed Steve’s hands and rubbed his wrists, making sure his skin wasn’t cut or rubbed too hard. Steve’s finally come down from his high, but now he’s feeling sticky and gross, and wants nothing else but a hot shower and maybe some takeout before the three of you collapse into his bed. With clean sheets of course.

You’re moving around, a wash cloth from the bathroom in your hand to wipe down you and Steve, breath mints for Steve and the lotion Eddie uses after putting restraints on someone. It’s a methodical system, each attending to the other when needed, and it works well for the three of you. And soon you’re all in Steve’s obscenely big shower, the three of you under the hot spray of water, hands against skin, lips against pulses and soap suds in hair (and Eddie’s eye much to his annoyance.) 

It’s this perfect picture, the three of you somehow managing to make it work when the forces of the world are against it. And no one argues when Steve picks up the phone and orders burgers with fries, Eddie chooses some dumb horror movie none of you will watch, and you make the bed with clean sheets. 

“We…we didn’t go too hard with you, did we, Harrington?” It’s only later when Eddie asks the question, resting against the headboard of the bed with your head in his lap and Steve’s side resting against his. You can see Steve shaking his head, chewing his food before answering the older man. 

“Eds, you know I would have told you if you were. I would have dropped the bell or used the safeword.” Eddie lets out a sigh in relief because he knows Steve is right, knows that Steve won’t put himself in harm's way with the two of you. In scenes like that, you’re there to look after him, and he’s not going to break that trust just for some moments of pleasure. “Also, to be honest…I think I like the vibrator.” Steve’s sheepish now, but you and Eddie are grinning at each other, happy with the result and that confession. 

“We’ll keep that in mind, baby. Now hush, the both of you. I’m trying to watch the movie.” Eddie and Steve laugh at your final statement, knowing you’re not really watching, but they shut up anyway, exchanging soft kisses and hand squeezes. 

It’s not conventional, the three of you, nor is it simple or always sweet and always perfect. But it’s good, and fun and what you need in this moment of time. And if that’s the little slice of paradise you get right now, then you’ll take it. You’d rather that than be strung tight all the time.

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“Look, I’m not telling you anything, baby. But just know, our boy is in for it when I see him later.” That was the only thing Eddie said when he came by the diner, picking up some lunch for the two of them and brushing a kiss against your cheek. “Come by after your shift, I think Steve would enjoy a night in.” And then the long-haired man was gone, out the door and into his van, leaving you to wonder about the rest of the day. 

It was early evening when you got to Steve’s place, dumped your bag on the kitchen bench, kicked off your sneakers at the front door and quickly made your way up to his room, and when you came through the bedroom door, you nearly fainted at the sight. 

“Oh finally.” Eddie looks up from Steve when he hears you enter, a wicked smirk on his face and dark eyes dancing with a dangerous glee. Steve’s looking like he’s trapped in a mixture of heaven and hell, pain and pleasure, hands cuffed above his head and secured to the headboard, whole body naked and a vibrator resting on his stomach, turned on and buzzing against his skin. “Look here, Stevie, our darling finally joined us.”

Steve only lets out a loud moan, desperate for some sort of touch and friction on his leaking cock. It’s certainly a sight, seeing the man so strung out against the mattress, hair a mess and face scrunched up as the tip of the vibrator brushes against the base of his cock. 

“Holy fuck, Eds. When you said you had a plan and that Steve was in for it, I just thought you were gonna mess with him, not torture.” Eddie’s at your side then, lips sucking at your pulse point without hesitation, hands already under your shirt and sliding over your sides, eliciting a shiver from you. 

“Well, I heard from dear Buckley, that our Stevie boy was flirting with some customers yesterday. You know how he is, always such an attention seeker.” Steve whines at Eddie’s statement, shaking his head furiously, fingers curling as Eddie picks up the vibrator and brushes it against the tip of Steve’s dick.

“Not true…fuck Eddie.” Steve lurches up into the touch, another lot of pre-cum dribbling out of his hard dick, eyes opening for a moment to catch your gaze. “Munson’s got it all wrong, I promise.” You knew that tone, knew that Steve was making up excuses, saying anything he could to try and get out of the punishment that Eddie had planned for him. But you weren’t going to be easy on him either. And he knew that when you moved closer to the bed, sitting on the edge and moving your hand over his chest, catching his nipples with your nails slightly. 

“Oh, hush, pretty boy. If Eddie says you deserved to be punished, then who am I to disagree?” Much to Steve’s relief, you finally kiss him, leaning down and brushing a hand through his sweaty hair, smiling against his lips as he whines into the kiss. 

Eddie’s gone back to toying with him, moving the vibrator up and down Steve’s cock, watching as Steve shivers and shakes from the waves of pleasure. You and Steve both knew Eddie could be a menace when he had all the power, would push the two of you to the brink over and over until he was satisfied, and you couldn’t help but catch the dangerous glint in his eye, suddenly knowing that Steve was in for a lot tonight. 

You loved nights like this when Steve was like putty in your hands and Eddie held all the power over the preppy rich boy. Sure, it was always fun with the two of them, but on nights like this, there was an extra level of pleasure, a strong sense of need and sweet want. The night was all about Steve, punishing him for whatever transgression Eddie thought he committed, and you were just along for the ride. 

“Now, I’m thinking, Stevie here deserves to learn what happens when he’s not the faithful boy he ought to be.” Eddie’s whispering in your ear, lips brushing against your skin and hands shucking your shirt simultaneously, tossing it away to the other side of the room. Steve’s watching the two of you, eyes hooded and lips strung in a firm line. 

“What are you suggesting, Eds?” Eddie’s hands are in your pants then, rubbing right where you need him, firm and creating enough friction that you couldn’t help but buck into him, making him groan in response, already so desperate for you. 

“Oh, come on guys. Stop teasing me!” Steve’s voice is high, glaring at the two of you, but he’s quickly eating his words when you lean forward from Eddie’s grip and pinch the tip of his cock, bringing his rising orgasm to a stuttering stop. 

“Uh, uh. You know the rules, Harrington. You wanna keep talking back, you’ll just get punished more.” Steve throws his head back in response, wanting some sort of release so desperately he was willing to beg for it. But you and Eddie never gave him a chance, especially when Eddie finally tore your jeans off you, discarding your underwear in the process. 

Steve could see everything then, your bare body next to Eddie’s, your already slick thighs, Eddie’s hardening cock, everything so perfect and all for him. Or it should have been all for him, if he didn’t fuck up like he did. 

“Aw, you see that Stevie? Our darling is all ready and perfect for us. Shame you’re not going to get anything tonight.” Eddie’s kissing you, groping at your chest and letting his lips travel up and down your neck, body splayed out between your thighs, the perfect view for Steve to watch the show. And what a show it is, for the both of you, Steve strung out with the vibrator still against his cock, not high enough for him to come, and Eddie touching you right where you need him. 

“You know, Steve looks so pretty there, Eds.” Your voice is breathy, and you feel Eddie nodding behind you, hands on your waist to keep you steady as you lean into Steve’s space. “I wonder what he’ll look like when he’s all covered in come, begging for us.”

“Fuck, sweetheart. You keep speaking like that and you’ll have me blowing too early to make tonight worth it.” Eddie watches you with a grin as you take Steve’s cock in your hand, finally giving the man some sweet relief, his body arching in response. “How about this Stevie? You get to come once with our baby’s hand around your cock, and then we get to choose how to ruin you.” 

Before Eddie’s even finished speaking, Steve is nodding his head furiously, bucking into your touch and whining for you to quicken your pace, making sure not to speak in case you’d inflict more punishments. He’s in heaven, your hand going at just the right speed against his hard and weeping cock that he’s seeing stars, doesn’t know if he’s dreaming or not. He wants to last longer, wants to be good for you and Eddie, but after already being teased for nearly an hour by a cruel metal head, Steve knows he’s at his brink. 

Except he’s not ready for your mouth suddenly on him, or Eddie’s lips against his nipples, and soon Steve’s gasping, groaning, screaming into the space of the room, bucking furiously against the bed and fucking your face with no regard for your comfort. You were truly fine with it, happy to see one of your boys so blissed out with pleasure, and when you pull away, leaving a trail of saliva on Steve’s cock, he can’t help but come, falling off the edge. 

Eddie pulls away, not wanting to overstimulate Steve too much, and turns back to you, a hand going to your head and pulling you into him, kissing you with a speed you didn’t quite expect. It’s not fast, more slow and gentle, but that didn’t mean Eddie suddenly wanted to slow things down, you knew he was just getting started when his hand went to the apex of your thighs, fingers gliding over where you needed him the most. 

“I think, it’s time we get our own back, sweetheart. You ready for Steve’s cock?” Eddie’s already put a condom on Steve, not even needing to hear your very firm “yes” or see Steve’s wanting nods. You’re already ready for Steve, followed the directions Eddie gave you before he left you at the diner, and when you sink down onto Steve, it doesn’t take you long to adjust to his girth or length. 

It’s perfect, the feel of him inside you, the way his fists clenched, the way his eyes roll back in pleasure. Eddie’s watching with a smirk, hand working over his cock as he motions you to start moving on Steve, give him the pleasure you both think he deserves. 

“Stevie, look at me for a second, doll. I’m gonna use your mouth now, but if you need to stop at all, you drop this bell.” Eddie presses the small bell into one of Steve’s hands, and the younger man is looking at him with such affection even as you ride against him, his cock finally hitting that perfect spot inside you. 

And then Eddie’s sliding into his mouth, not giving the man any time to adjust or take a breath. Steve’s already spluttering, but Eddie doesn’t care, just wants what’s his, and starts pumping his cock into Steve’s mouth. You know what Steve’s mouth can do, had him between your thighs more times than you can count at this point, and when Eddie lets out a guttural groan and leans against the headboard, you know exactly how he feels. 

“Fuck, look out our boy, sweetheart. Such a slut for both of us. I reckon if we asked him to do anything right now he wouldn’t hesitate to say yes.” Eddie’s chuckling, a hand in Steve’s hair to angle his mouth the way the metalhead wants it, and you can’t help but shiver, leaning in so your hands rest against Steve’s chest. Eddie’s watching you shift your hips on Steve’s cock, running a hand up your back in an attempt to soothe you from the pleasure that has started to rack your body. 

“Oh, I think I have the perfect idea then.” You’re looking right at Steve as you suddenly lift yourself off his cock, emitting a whine from the sweaty boy. “Aw, poor baby boy, so close to coming, aren’t you?” You’re resting on his thighs, and Steve might die right there when you leave his cock, letting it bob against his stomach, so close to another orgasm. “How about this, Steve? You make me cum first, and you might get to come afterwards, but before Eddie.” Eddie’s laughing then, knowing you’re offering Steve a deal he can’t refuse, even though he feels like he’s at the brink, but he’s still nodding, cock poking the inside of his mouth as Eddie still uses him like a breathing cock sleeve. 

You’re riding Steve again, then, rough and fast and exactly how you need it. And he’s whining against Eddie’s cock, the sound muffled and wet in his mouth, his hands clenched closed and eyelids fluttering in delight. 

The edge is getting closer and closer for you, his cock hitting all the right places, and when Eddie leans over and nips at your neck, tweaks one of your nipples, you’re falling over that edge. It’s perfect, both boys not being able to look away as your body wracks with aftershocks and you ride the rest of your orgasm, skin sweaty and eyes closed in pleasure. It’s such a sight that Steve can’t hold back his own orgasm, crying out loudly and filling the condom. His body is arching, Eddie quickly pulling his cock from Steve’s mouth so the man underneath him can breathe, and Steve can’t help but shake and gasp, overwhelmed with his own pleasure, eyes clenched shut when you slowly release him, letting his softening cock hit his stomach. 

Everyone is silent for a moment, Eddie’s eyes wide and grin shining in the darkness of the room, and Steve and you both needed some time to gain your breath back, leaning against each other. 

“Holy shit, if I knew tonight was going to end like that, I would have cuffed you a lot sooner, Harrington.” Eddie’s voice is soft, still stunned as you and Steve lay in a pile, too blissed out to do anything else. But Eddie can take care of himself, wants to do it himself, and Steve lets out no objection when Eddie cums on his chest, a small moan escaping when the fluid hits his skin, Eddie sinking into the mattress next to the both of you. 

After a couple of minutes of stillness, Eddie’s uncuffed Steve’s hands and rubbed his wrists, making sure his skin wasn’t cut or rubbed too hard. Steve’s finally come down from his high, but now he’s feeling sticky and gross, and wants nothing else but a hot shower and maybe some takeout before the three of you collapse into his bed. With clean sheets of course.

You’re moving around, a wash cloth from the bathroom in your hand to wipe down you and Steve, breath mints for Steve and the lotion Eddie uses after putting restraints on someone. It’s a methodical system, each attending to the other when needed, and it works well for the three of you. And soon you’re all in Steve’s obscenely big shower, the three of you under the hot spray of water, hands against skin, lips against pulses and soap suds in hair (and Eddie’s eye much to his annoyance.) 

It’s this perfect picture, the three of you somehow managing to make it work when the forces of the world are against it. And no one argues when Steve picks up the phone and orders burgers with fries, Eddie chooses some dumb horror movie none of you will watch, and you make the bed with clean sheets. 

“We…we didn’t go too hard with you, did we, Harrington?” It’s only later when Eddie asks the question, resting against the headboard of the bed with your head in his lap and Steve’s side resting against his. You can see Steve shaking his head, chewing his food before answering the older man. 

“Eds, you know I would have told you if you were. I would have dropped the bell or used the safeword.” Eddie lets out a sigh in relief because he knows Steve is right, knows that Steve won’t put himself in harm's way with the two of you. In scenes like that, you’re there to look after him, and he’s not going to break that trust just for some moments of pleasure. “Also, to be honest…I think I like the vibrator.” Steve’s sheepish now, but you and Eddie are grinning at each other, happy with the result and that confession. 

“We’ll keep that in mind, baby. Now hush, the both of you. I’m trying to watch the movie.” Eddie and Steve laugh at your final statement, knowing you’re not really watching, but they shut up anyway, exchanging soft kisses and hand squeezes. 

It’s not conventional, the three of you, nor is it simple or always sweet and always perfect. But it’s good, and fun and what you need in this moment of time. And if that’s the little slice of paradise you get right now, then you’ll take it. You’d rather that than be strung tight all the time.

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“Look, I’m not telling you anything, baby. But just know, our boy is in for it when I see him later.” That was the only thing Eddie said when he came by the diner, picking up some lunch for the two of them and brushing a kiss against your cheek. “Come by after your shift, I think Steve would enjoy a night in.” And then the long-haired man was gone, out the door and into his van, leaving you to wonder about the rest of the day. 

It was early evening when you got to Steve’s place, dumped your bag on the kitchen bench, kicked off your sneakers at the front door and quickly made your way up to his room, and when you came through the bedroom door, you nearly fainted at the sight. 

“Oh finally.” Eddie looks up from Steve when he hears you enter, a wicked smirk on his face and dark eyes dancing with a dangerous glee. Steve’s looking like he’s trapped in a mixture of heaven and hell, pain and pleasure, hands cuffed above his head and secured to the headboard, whole body naked and a vibrator resting on his stomach, turned on and buzzing against his skin. “Look here, Stevie, our darling finally joined us.”

Steve only lets out a loud moan, desperate for some sort of touch and friction on his leaking cock. It’s certainly a sight, seeing the man so strung out against the mattress, hair a mess and face scrunched up as the tip of the vibrator brushes against the base of his cock. 

“Holy fuck, Eds. When you said you had a plan and that Steve was in for it, I just thought you were gonna mess with him, not torture.” Eddie’s at your side then, lips sucking at your pulse point without hesitation, hands already under your shirt and sliding over your sides, eliciting a shiver from you. 

“Well, I heard from dear Buckley, that our Stevie boy was flirting with some customers yesterday. You know how he is, always such an attention seeker.” Steve whines at Eddie’s statement, shaking his head furiously, fingers curling as Eddie picks up the vibrator and brushes it against the tip of Steve’s dick.

“Not true…fuck Eddie.” Steve lurches up into the touch, another lot of pre-cum dribbling out of his hard dick, eyes opening for a moment to catch your gaze. “Munson’s got it all wrong, I promise.” You knew that tone, knew that Steve was making up excuses, saying anything he could to try and get out of the punishment that Eddie had planned for him. But you weren’t going to be easy on him either. And he knew that when you moved closer to the bed, sitting on the edge and moving your hand over his chest, catching his nipples with your nails slightly. 

“Oh, hush, pretty boy. If Eddie says you deserved to be punished, then who am I to disagree?” Much to Steve’s relief, you finally kiss him, leaning down and brushing a hand through his sweaty hair, smiling against his lips as he whines into the kiss. 

Eddie’s gone back to toying with him, moving the vibrator up and down Steve’s cock, watching as Steve shivers and shakes from the waves of pleasure. You and Steve both knew Eddie could be a menace when he had all the power, would push the two of you to the brink over and over until he was satisfied, and you couldn’t help but catch the dangerous glint in his eye, suddenly knowing that Steve was in for a lot tonight. 

You loved nights like this when Steve was like putty in your hands and Eddie held all the power over the preppy rich boy. Sure, it was always fun with the two of them, but on nights like this, there was an extra level of pleasure, a strong sense of need and sweet want. The night was all about Steve, punishing him for whatever transgression Eddie thought he committed, and you were just along for the ride. 

“Now, I’m thinking, Stevie here deserves to learn what happens when he’s not the faithful boy he ought to be.” Eddie’s whispering in your ear, lips brushing against your skin and hands shucking your shirt simultaneously, tossing it away to the other side of the room. Steve’s watching the two of you, eyes hooded and lips strung in a firm line. 

“What are you suggesting, Eds?” Eddie’s hands are in your pants then, rubbing right where you need him, firm and creating enough friction that you couldn’t help but buck into him, making him groan in response, already so desperate for you. 

“Oh, come on guys. Stop teasing me!” Steve’s voice is high, glaring at the two of you, but he’s quickly eating his words when you lean forward from Eddie’s grip and pinch the tip of his cock, bringing his rising orgasm to a stuttering stop. 

“Uh, uh. You know the rules, Harrington. You wanna keep talking back, you’ll just get punished more.” Steve throws his head back in response, wanting some sort of release so desperately he was willing to beg for it. But you and Eddie never gave him a chance, especially when Eddie finally tore your jeans off you, discarding your underwear in the process. 

Steve could see everything then, your bare body next to Eddie’s, your already slick thighs, Eddie’s hardening cock, everything so perfect and all for him. Or it should have been all for him, if he didn’t fuck up like he did. 

“Aw, you see that Stevie? Our darling is all ready and perfect for us. Shame you’re not going to get anything tonight.” Eddie’s kissing you, groping at your chest and letting his lips travel up and down your neck, body splayed out between your thighs, the perfect view for Steve to watch the show. And what a show it is, for the both of you, Steve strung out with the vibrator still against his cock, not high enough for him to come, and Eddie touching you right where you need him. 

“You know, Steve looks so pretty there, Eds.” Your voice is breathy, and you feel Eddie nodding behind you, hands on your waist to keep you steady as you lean into Steve’s space. “I wonder what he’ll look like when he’s all covered in come, begging for us.”

“Fuck, sweetheart. You keep speaking like that and you’ll have me blowing too early to make tonight worth it.” Eddie watches you with a grin as you take Steve’s cock in your hand, finally giving the man some sweet relief, his body arching in response. “How about this Stevie? You get to come once with our baby’s hand around your cock, and then we get to choose how to ruin you.” 

Before Eddie’s even finished speaking, Steve is nodding his head furiously, bucking into your touch and whining for you to quicken your pace, making sure not to speak in case you’d inflict more punishments. He’s in heaven, your hand going at just the right speed against his hard and weeping cock that he’s seeing stars, doesn’t know if he’s dreaming or not. He wants to last longer, wants to be good for you and Eddie, but after already being teased for nearly an hour by a cruel metal head, Steve knows he’s at his brink. 

Except he’s not ready for your mouth suddenly on him, or Eddie’s lips against his nipples, and soon Steve’s gasping, groaning, screaming into the space of the room, bucking furiously against the bed and fucking your face with no regard for your comfort. You were truly fine with it, happy to see one of your boys so blissed out with pleasure, and when you pull away, leaving a trail of saliva on Steve’s cock, he can’t help but come, falling off the edge. 

Eddie pulls away, not wanting to overstimulate Steve too much, and turns back to you, a hand going to your head and pulling you into him, kissing you with a speed you didn’t quite expect. It’s not fast, more slow and gentle, but that didn’t mean Eddie suddenly wanted to slow things down, you knew he was just getting started when his hand went to the apex of your thighs, fingers gliding over where you needed him the most. 

“I think, it’s time we get our own back, sweetheart. You ready for Steve’s cock?” Eddie’s already put a condom on Steve, not even needing to hear your very firm “yes” or see Steve’s wanting nods. You’re already ready for Steve, followed the directions Eddie gave you before he left you at the diner, and when you sink down onto Steve, it doesn’t take you long to adjust to his girth or length. 

It’s perfect, the feel of him inside you, the way his fists clenched, the way his eyes roll back in pleasure. Eddie’s watching with a smirk, hand working over his cock as he motions you to start moving on Steve, give him the pleasure you both think he deserves. 

“Stevie, look at me for a second, doll. I’m gonna use your mouth now, but if you need to stop at all, you drop this bell.” Eddie presses the small bell into one of Steve’s hands, and the younger man is looking at him with such affection even as you ride against him, his cock finally hitting that perfect spot inside you. 

And then Eddie’s sliding into his mouth, not giving the man any time to adjust or take a breath. Steve’s already spluttering, but Eddie doesn’t care, just wants what’s his, and starts pumping his cock into Steve’s mouth. You know what Steve’s mouth can do, had him between your thighs more times than you can count at this point, and when Eddie lets out a guttural groan and leans against the headboard, you know exactly how he feels. 

“Fuck, look out our boy, sweetheart. Such a slut for both of us. I reckon if we asked him to do anything right now he wouldn’t hesitate to say yes.” Eddie’s chuckling, a hand in Steve’s hair to angle his mouth the way the metalhead wants it, and you can’t help but shiver, leaning in so your hands rest against Steve’s chest. Eddie’s watching you shift your hips on Steve’s cock, running a hand up your back in an attempt to soothe you from the pleasure that has started to rack your body. 

“Oh, I think I have the perfect idea then.” You’re looking right at Steve as you suddenly lift yourself off his cock, emitting a whine from the sweaty boy. “Aw, poor baby boy, so close to coming, aren’t you?” You’re resting on his thighs, and Steve might die right there when you leave his cock, letting it bob against his stomach, so close to another orgasm. “How about this, Steve? You make me cum first, and you might get to come afterwards, but before Eddie.” Eddie’s laughing then, knowing you’re offering Steve a deal he can’t refuse, even though he feels like he’s at the brink, but he’s still nodding, cock poking the inside of his mouth as Eddie still uses him like a breathing cock sleeve. 

You’re riding Steve again, then, rough and fast and exactly how you need it. And he’s whining against Eddie’s cock, the sound muffled and wet in his mouth, his hands clenched closed and eyelids fluttering in delight. 

The edge is getting closer and closer for you, his cock hitting all the right places, and when Eddie leans over and nips at your neck, tweaks one of your nipples, you’re falling over that edge. It’s perfect, both boys not being able to look away as your body wracks with aftershocks and you ride the rest of your orgasm, skin sweaty and eyes closed in pleasure. It’s such a sight that Steve can’t hold back his own orgasm, crying out loudly and filling the condom. His body is arching, Eddie quickly pulling his cock from Steve’s mouth so the man underneath him can breathe, and Steve can’t help but shake and gasp, overwhelmed with his own pleasure, eyes clenched shut when you slowly release him, letting his softening cock hit his stomach. 

Everyone is silent for a moment, Eddie’s eyes wide and grin shining in the darkness of the room, and Steve and you both needed some time to gain your breath back, leaning against each other. 

“Holy shit, if I knew tonight was going to end like that, I would have cuffed you a lot sooner, Harrington.” Eddie’s voice is soft, still stunned as you and Steve lay in a pile, too blissed out to do anything else. But Eddie can take care of himself, wants to do it himself, and Steve lets out no objection when Eddie cums on his chest, a small moan escaping when the fluid hits his skin, Eddie sinking into the mattress next to the both of you. 

After a couple of minutes of stillness, Eddie’s uncuffed Steve’s hands and rubbed his wrists, making sure his skin wasn’t cut or rubbed too hard. Steve’s finally come down from his high, but now he’s feeling sticky and gross, and wants nothing else but a hot shower and maybe some takeout before the three of you collapse into his bed. With clean sheets of course.

You’re moving around, a wash cloth from the bathroom in your hand to wipe down you and Steve, breath mints for Steve and the lotion Eddie uses after putting restraints on someone. It’s a methodical system, each attending to the other when needed, and it works well for the three of you. And soon you’re all in Steve’s obscenely big shower, the three of you under the hot spray of water, hands against skin, lips against pulses and soap suds in hair (and Eddie’s eye much to his annoyance.) 

It’s this perfect picture, the three of you somehow managing to make it work when the forces of the world are against it. And no one argues when Steve picks up the phone and orders burgers with fries, Eddie chooses some dumb horror movie none of you will watch, and you make the bed with clean sheets. 

“We…we didn’t go too hard with you, did we, Harrington?” It’s only later when Eddie asks the question, resting against the headboard of the bed with your head in his lap and Steve’s side resting against his. You can see Steve shaking his head, chewing his food before answering the older man. 

“Eds, you know I would have told you if you were. I would have dropped the bell or used the safeword.” Eddie lets out a sigh in relief because he knows Steve is right, knows that Steve won’t put himself in harm's way with the two of you. In scenes like that, you’re there to look after him, and he’s not going to break that trust just for some moments of pleasure. “Also, to be honest…I think I like the vibrator.” Steve’s sheepish now, but you and Eddie are grinning at each other, happy with the result and that confession. 

“We’ll keep that in mind, baby. Now hush, the both of you. I’m trying to watch the movie.” Eddie and Steve laugh at your final statement, knowing you’re not really watching, but they shut up anyway, exchanging soft kisses and hand squeezes. 

It’s not conventional, the three of you, nor is it simple or always sweet and always perfect. But it’s good, and fun and what you need in this moment of time. And if that’s the little slice of paradise you get right now, then you’ll take it. You’d rather that than be strung tight all the time.

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“Look, I’m not telling you anything, baby. But just know, our boy is in for it when I see him later.” That was the only thing Eddie said when he came by the diner, picking up some lunch for the two of them and brushing a kiss against your cheek. “Come by after your shift, I think Steve would enjoy a night in.” And then the long-haired man was gone, out the door and into his van, leaving you to wonder about the rest of the day. 

It was early evening when you got to Steve’s place, dumped your bag on the kitchen bench, kicked off your sneakers at the front door and quickly made your way up to his room, and when you came through the bedroom door, you nearly fainted at the sight. 

“Oh finally.” Eddie looks up from Steve when he hears you enter, a wicked smirk on his face and dark eyes dancing with a dangerous glee. Steve’s looking like he’s trapped in a mixture of heaven and hell, pain and pleasure, hands cuffed above his head and secured to the headboard, whole body naked and a vibrator resting on his stomach, turned on and buzzing against his skin. “Look here, Stevie, our darling finally joined us.”

Steve only lets out a loud moan, desperate for some sort of touch and friction on his leaking cock. It’s certainly a sight, seeing the man so strung out against the mattress, hair a mess and face scrunched up as the tip of the vibrator brushes against the base of his cock. 

“Holy fuck, Eds. When you said you had a plan and that Steve was in for it, I just thought you were gonna mess with him, not torture.” Eddie’s at your side then, lips sucking at your pulse point without hesitation, hands already under your shirt and sliding over your sides, eliciting a shiver from you. 

“Well, I heard from dear Buckley, that our Stevie boy was flirting with some customers yesterday. You know how he is, always such an attention seeker.” Steve whines at Eddie’s statement, shaking his head furiously, fingers curling as Eddie picks up the vibrator and brushes it against the tip of Steve’s dick.

“Not true…fuck Eddie.” Steve lurches up into the touch, another lot of pre-cum dribbling out of his hard dick, eyes opening for a moment to catch your gaze. “Munson’s got it all wrong, I promise.” You knew that tone, knew that Steve was making up excuses, saying anything he could to try and get out of the punishment that Eddie had planned for him. But you weren’t going to be easy on him either. And he knew that when you moved closer to the bed, sitting on the edge and moving your hand over his chest, catching his nipples with your nails slightly. 

“Oh, hush, pretty boy. If Eddie says you deserved to be punished, then who am I to disagree?” Much to Steve’s relief, you finally kiss him, leaning down and brushing a hand through his sweaty hair, smiling against his lips as he whines into the kiss. 

Eddie’s gone back to toying with him, moving the vibrator up and down Steve’s cock, watching as Steve shivers and shakes from the waves of pleasure. You and Steve both knew Eddie could be a menace when he had all the power, would push the two of you to the brink over and over until he was satisfied, and you couldn’t help but catch the dangerous glint in his eye, suddenly knowing that Steve was in for a lot tonight. 

You loved nights like this when Steve was like putty in your hands and Eddie held all the power over the preppy rich boy. Sure, it was always fun with the two of them, but on nights like this, there was an extra level of pleasure, a strong sense of need and sweet want. The night was all about Steve, punishing him for whatever transgression Eddie thought he committed, and you were just along for the ride. 

“Now, I’m thinking, Stevie here deserves to learn what happens when he’s not the faithful boy he ought to be.” Eddie’s whispering in your ear, lips brushing against your skin and hands shucking your shirt simultaneously, tossing it away to the other side of the room. Steve’s watching the two of you, eyes hooded and lips strung in a firm line. 

“What are you suggesting, Eds?” Eddie’s hands are in your pants then, rubbing right where you need him, firm and creating enough friction that you couldn’t help but buck into him, making him groan in response, already so desperate for you. 

“Oh, come on guys. Stop teasing me!” Steve’s voice is high, glaring at the two of you, but he’s quickly eating his words when you lean forward from Eddie’s grip and pinch the tip of his cock, bringing his rising orgasm to a stuttering stop. 

“Uh, uh. You know the rules, Harrington. You wanna keep talking back, you’ll just get punished more.” Steve throws his head back in response, wanting some sort of release so desperately he was willing to beg for it. But you and Eddie never gave him a chance, especially when Eddie finally tore your jeans off you, discarding your underwear in the process. 

Steve could see everything then, your bare body next to Eddie’s, your already slick thighs, Eddie’s hardening cock, everything so perfect and all for him. Or it should have been all for him, if he didn’t fuck up like he did. 

“Aw, you see that Stevie? Our darling is all ready and perfect for us. Shame you’re not going to get anything tonight.” Eddie’s kissing you, groping at your chest and letting his lips travel up and down your neck, body splayed out between your thighs, the perfect view for Steve to watch the show. And what a show it is, for the both of you, Steve strung out with the vibrator still against his cock, not high enough for him to come, and Eddie touching you right where you need him. 

“You know, Steve looks so pretty there, Eds.” Your voice is breathy, and you feel Eddie nodding behind you, hands on your waist to keep you steady as you lean into Steve’s space. “I wonder what he’ll look like when he’s all covered in come, begging for us.”

“Fuck, sweetheart. You keep speaking like that and you’ll have me blowing too early to make tonight worth it.” Eddie watches you with a grin as you take Steve’s cock in your hand, finally giving the man some sweet relief, his body arching in response. “How about this Stevie? You get to come once with our baby’s hand around your cock, and then we get to choose how to ruin you.” 

Before Eddie’s even finished speaking, Steve is nodding his head furiously, bucking into your touch and whining for you to quicken your pace, making sure not to speak in case you’d inflict more punishments. He’s in heaven, your hand going at just the right speed against his hard and weeping cock that he’s seeing stars, doesn’t know if he’s dreaming or not. He wants to last longer, wants to be good for you and Eddie, but after already being teased for nearly an hour by a cruel metal head, Steve knows he’s at his brink. 

Except he’s not ready for your mouth suddenly on him, or Eddie’s lips against his nipples, and soon Steve’s gasping, groaning, screaming into the space of the room, bucking furiously against the bed and fucking your face with no regard for your comfort. You were truly fine with it, happy to see one of your boys so blissed out with pleasure, and when you pull away, leaving a trail of saliva on Steve’s cock, he can’t help but come, falling off the edge. 

Eddie pulls away, not wanting to overstimulate Steve too much, and turns back to you, a hand going to your head and pulling you into him, kissing you with a speed you didn’t quite expect. It’s not fast, more slow and gentle, but that didn’t mean Eddie suddenly wanted to slow things down, you knew he was just getting started when his hand went to the apex of your thighs, fingers gliding over where you needed him the most. 

“I think, it’s time we get our own back, sweetheart. You ready for Steve’s cock?” Eddie’s already put a condom on Steve, not even needing to hear your very firm “yes” or see Steve’s wanting nods. You’re already ready for Steve, followed the directions Eddie gave you before he left you at the diner, and when you sink down onto Steve, it doesn’t take you long to adjust to his girth or length. 

It’s perfect, the feel of him inside you, the way his fists clenched, the way his eyes roll back in pleasure. Eddie’s watching with a smirk, hand working over his cock as he motions you to start moving on Steve, give him the pleasure you both think he deserves. 

“Stevie, look at me for a second, doll. I’m gonna use your mouth now, but if you need to stop at all, you drop this bell.” Eddie presses the small bell into one of Steve’s hands, and the younger man is looking at him with such affection even as you ride against him, his cock finally hitting that perfect spot inside you. 

And then Eddie’s sliding into his mouth, not giving the man any time to adjust or take a breath. Steve’s already spluttering, but Eddie doesn’t care, just wants what’s his, and starts pumping his cock into Steve’s mouth. You know what Steve’s mouth can do, had him between your thighs more times than you can count at this point, and when Eddie lets out a guttural groan and leans against the headboard, you know exactly how he feels. 

“Fuck, look out our boy, sweetheart. Such a slut for both of us. I reckon if we asked him to do anything right now he wouldn’t hesitate to say yes.” Eddie’s chuckling, a hand in Steve’s hair to angle his mouth the way the metalhead wants it, and you can’t help but shiver, leaning in so your hands rest against Steve’s chest. Eddie’s watching you shift your hips on Steve’s cock, running a hand up your back in an attempt to soothe you from the pleasure that has started to rack your body. 

“Oh, I think I have the perfect idea then.” You’re looking right at Steve as you suddenly lift yourself off his cock, emitting a whine from the sweaty boy. “Aw, poor baby boy, so close to coming, aren’t you?” You’re resting on his thighs, and Steve might die right there when you leave his cock, letting it bob against his stomach, so close to another orgasm. “How about this, Steve? You make me cum first, and you might get to come afterwards, but before Eddie.” Eddie’s laughing then, knowing you’re offering Steve a deal he can’t refuse, even though he feels like he’s at the brink, but he’s still nodding, cock poking the inside of his mouth as Eddie still uses him like a breathing cock sleeve. 

You’re riding Steve again, then, rough and fast and exactly how you need it. And he’s whining against Eddie’s cock, the sound muffled and wet in his mouth, his hands clenched closed and eyelids fluttering in delight. 

The edge is getting closer and closer for you, his cock hitting all the right places, and when Eddie leans over and nips at your neck, tweaks one of your nipples, you’re falling over that edge. It’s perfect, both boys not being able to look away as your body wracks with aftershocks and you ride the rest of your orgasm, skin sweaty and eyes closed in pleasure. It’s such a sight that Steve can’t hold back his own orgasm, crying out loudly and filling the condom. His body is arching, Eddie quickly pulling his cock from Steve’s mouth so the man underneath him can breathe, and Steve can’t help but shake and gasp, overwhelmed with his own pleasure, eyes clenched shut when you slowly release him, letting his softening cock hit his stomach. 

Everyone is silent for a moment, Eddie’s eyes wide and grin shining in the darkness of the room, and Steve and you both needed some time to gain your breath back, leaning against each other. 

“Holy shit, if I knew tonight was going to end like that, I would have cuffed you a lot sooner, Harrington.” Eddie’s voice is soft, still stunned as you and Steve lay in a pile, too blissed out to do anything else. But Eddie can take care of himself, wants to do it himself, and Steve lets out no objection when Eddie cums on his chest, a small moan escaping when the fluid hits his skin, Eddie sinking into the mattress next to the both of you. 

After a couple of minutes of stillness, Eddie’s uncuffed Steve’s hands and rubbed his wrists, making sure his skin wasn’t cut or rubbed too hard. Steve’s finally come down from his high, but now he’s feeling sticky and gross, and wants nothing else but a hot shower and maybe some takeout before the three of you collapse into his bed. With clean sheets of course.

You’re moving around, a wash cloth from the bathroom in your hand to wipe down you and Steve, breath mints for Steve and the lotion Eddie uses after putting restraints on someone. It’s a methodical system, each attending to the other when needed, and it works well for the three of you. And soon you’re all in Steve’s obscenely big shower, the three of you under the hot spray of water, hands against skin, lips against pulses and soap suds in hair (and Eddie’s eye much to his annoyance.) 

It’s this perfect picture, the three of you somehow managing to make it work when the forces of the world are against it. And no one argues when Steve picks up the phone and orders burgers with fries, Eddie chooses some dumb horror movie none of you will watch, and you make the bed with clean sheets. 

“We…we didn’t go too hard with you, did we, Harrington?” It’s only later when Eddie asks the question, resting against the headboard of the bed with your head in his lap and Steve’s side resting against his. You can see Steve shaking his head, chewing his food before answering the older man. 

“Eds, you know I would have told you if you were. I would have dropped the bell or used the safeword.” Eddie lets out a sigh in relief because he knows Steve is right, knows that Steve won’t put himself in harm's way with the two of you. In scenes like that, you’re there to look after him, and he’s not going to break that trust just for some moments of pleasure. “Also, to be honest…I think I like the vibrator.” Steve’s sheepish now, but you and Eddie are grinning at each other, happy with the result and that confession. 

“We’ll keep that in mind, baby. Now hush, the both of you. I’m trying to watch the movie.” Eddie and Steve laugh at your final statement, knowing you’re not really watching, but they shut up anyway, exchanging soft kisses and hand squeezes. 

It’s not conventional, the three of you, nor is it simple or always sweet and always perfect. But it’s good, and fun and what you need in this moment of time. And if that’s the little slice of paradise you get right now, then you’ll take it. You’d rather that than be strung tight all the time.

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Oh finally.” Eddie looks up from Steve when he hears you enter, a wicked smirk on his face and dark eyes dancing with a dangerous glee. Steve’s looking like he’s trapped in a mixture of heaven and hell, pain and pleasure, hands cuffed above his head and secured to the headboard, whole body naked and a vibrator resting on his stomach, turned on and buzzing against his skin. “Look here, Stevie, our darling finally joined us.”

Steve only lets out a loud moan, desperate for some sort of touch, some sort of friction on his leaking cock. It’s certainly a sight, seeing the man so strung out against the mattress, hair a mess and face scrunched up as the tip of the vibrator brushes against the base of his cock.

But you’d never gone this far, never invited someone else into your cozy abode, even if you’d always wanted it. So when Eddie came to you with the idea for someone else to watch, you couldn’t help but nod, then nearly shake with glee when he told you that Steve was the person in mind.

And here you were, on Steve’s bed, between the two men, trying to control yourself as you rutted against Eddie’s thigh, already so high with need. It was like the heat was overwhelming, Eddie’s hands on your hips and Steve’s gaze on your lust-filled face, watching you with kiss-bitten lips and a hand that couldn’t help but rub against the front of his jeans.

“You see that, baby? See how horny Stevie is already? Keep moving, just like that doll. Let him watch.” Eddie’s hot breath fanned against the skin of your neck, his long hair brushing your face and when he littered kisses down the side of your jaw, you couldn’t help but gasp, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. 

But then there’s Steve, tapping your naked knee with a wicked smirk, eyes locked with yours as he starts to trace patterns against your knee.

“C’mon now, do what Eddie told you. Eyes on me, pretty thing. You don’t want to be punished, do you?” His sudden change in attitude shocked you, expecting him to be this sweet and soft man that is barely brave enough to kiss you with Eddie near, let alone tease you. Yet here you are, and soon Steve’s middle and pointer finger are at your lips, pressing against them and wordlessly asking to enter. He moans without hesitation when you lick between his fingers, watching you with hooded eyes, and Eddie is in heaven.

None of you has really touched yourselves, trying desperately to hold off until you’re all at the peak, but suddenly you’re so close, the denim of Eddie’s jeans right up against your groin, the friction so good. You don’t want to come too early, want to enjoy it with your boys, push them to the edge a bit more before you’re spilling with need, but then Eddie’s taking you by the hips and moving you harder, faster against his thigh, and Steve is kissing you, all up in your space and sucking the air from your lungs in the most delicious way. 

‘Eddie, please, oh fuck, please.” You’re begging in the way Eddie loves, leaning your back against him and trying to get him to do more, push you further, but he just laughs, smirking at Steve as the brown-haired ex-jock sucks a mark into the skin of your shoulder. 

“You hear that, Harrington? Hear how well they beg? Best sound in the world, I swear.” Steve’s shaking his head eagerly to Eddie’s words, his hand squeezing the soft flesh of your waist. “C’mon darlin’, a little more for me, I think Stevie boy wants to see you come.”

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, keep rocking on Eddie’s thigh for me, such a good little thing.” You’re coming then, with hardly any touches to your core apart from tough denim. It’s the words that got you, the harsh breaths in the warm room, the slight touches between Eddie and Steve, passed off as accidental brushes even though you knew they were anything but. You were sinking into Eddie, moaning against the material of his band shirt, and he was laughing like the cruel man he was, still moving you along his thigh, soaking the juices into the denim. 

Steve’s patting your hair, helping you calm down as the aftershocks rattle your body and Eddie lets you drop down to the soft mattress below. You know it isn’t over, don’t want it to be over, and you can see how hard Eddie and Steve are straining against their jeans, but you need a minute. 

And they give you that minute, when Eddie pulls Steve to him, eliciting a surprised sound from Steve, with the metal head shoving a hand into Steve’s jeans. Steve lets out a breath like he’s been punched in the gut, the sudden feeling of friction on his cock is overwhelming, and Eddie is so close, senses near overloading as Eddie jacks him quickly, pants pushed down to thick thighs and Eddie’s hand tangled in Steve’s hair.

It’s a sight, a sight you want to take a photo of and treasure forever if they’d let you, and it’s even better when Eddie turns to you, a gleeful smile on his face like he’s the cat that got the cream, the dog that got the bone, and whistles lowly.

“Look at this, doll. See how Steve likes my hand around his cock, likes you watching him, god he’s so hard, baby. Don’t think the poor boy is gonna last long.” Eddie’s leaning in to kiss Steve, and Steve keens into the kiss, eyes closing in delight, whimpering when Eddie pulls away too soon for his liking. “You wanna see him come, sugar?” 

You don’t even get to answer, because before you can even say a word, Steve is coming, cum covering your stomach and thighs, his breath coming out in shocked gasps. Eddie’s sweet then, soft and oh so gentle to the man, letting him lean against Eddie. 

“Jesus, Munson, give a man some warning before you try and kill them.” It’s a joke, and Eddie can’t help but let out a loud laugh and turns to press kisses into the side of Steve’s head. 

“Yeah well, had to make sure my favourite people were feeling good, always the gentlemen.” You roll your eyes with affection, watching as Eddie flops down on the mattress, still hard in his jeans but somehow, for the sake of you and Steve if you had to guess, ignoring it. 

“Oh, hang on a minute, pretty boy, we aren’t done yet.” And before Eddie knows it, you’re on him, with Steve right by your side. 

Eddie expected you to be the show, expected you to be the grand prize of the evening in a way that you loved, but you could always share. And with Steve Harrington in the mix, you always would want to.

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But you’d never gone this far, never invited someone else into your cozy abode, even if you’d always wanted it. So when Eddie came to you with the idea for someone else to watch, you couldn’t help but nod, then nearly shake with glee when he told you that Steve was the person in mind.

And here you were, on Steve’s bed, between the two men, trying to control yourself as you rutted against Eddie’s thigh, already so high with need. It was like the heat was overwhelming, Eddie’s hands on your hips and Steve’s gaze on your lust-filled face, watching you with kiss-bitten lips and a hand that couldn’t help but rub against the front of his jeans.

“You see that, baby? See how horny Stevie is already? Keep moving, just like that doll. Let him watch.” Eddie’s hot breath fanned against the skin of your neck, his long hair brushing your face and when he littered kisses down the side of your jaw, you couldn’t help but gasp, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. 

But then there’s Steve, tapping your naked knee with a wicked smirk, eyes locked with yours as he starts to trace patterns against your knee.

“C’mon now, do what Eddie told you. Eyes on me, pretty thing. You don’t want to be punished, do you?” His sudden change in attitude shocked you, expecting him to be this sweet and soft man that is barely brave enough to kiss you with Eddie near, let alone tease you. Yet here you are, and soon Steve’s middle and pointer finger are at your lips, pressing against them and wordlessly asking to enter. He moans without hesitation when you lick between his fingers, watching you with hooded eyes, and Eddie is in heaven.

None of you has really touched yourselves, trying desperately to hold off until you’re all at the peak, but suddenly you’re so close, the denim of Eddie’s jeans right up against your groin, the friction so good. You don’t want to come too early, want to enjoy it with your boys, push them to the edge a bit more before you’re spilling with need, but then Eddie’s taking you by the hips and moving you harder, faster against his thigh, and Steve is kissing you, all up in your space and sucking the air from your lungs in the most delicious way. 

‘Eddie, please, oh fuck, please.” You’re begging in the way Eddie loves, leaning your back against him and trying to get him to do more, push you further, but he just laughs, smirking at Steve as the brown-haired ex-jock sucks a mark into the skin of your shoulder. 

“You hear that, Harrington? Hear how well they beg? Best sound in the world, I swear.” Steve’s shaking his head eagerly to Eddie’s words, his hand squeezing the soft flesh of your waist. “C’mon darlin’, a little more for me, I think Stevie boy wants to see you come.”

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, keep rocking on Eddie’s thigh for me, such a good little thing.” You’re coming then, with hardly any touches to your core apart from tough denim. It’s the words that got you, the harsh breaths in the warm room, the slight touches between Eddie and Steve, passed off as accidental brushes even though you knew they were anything but. You were sinking into Eddie, moaning against the material of his band shirt, and he was laughing like the cruel man he was, still moving you along his thigh, soaking the juices into the denim. 

Steve’s patting your hair, helping you calm down as the aftershocks rattle your body and Eddie lets you drop down to the soft mattress below. You know it isn’t over, don’t want it to be over, and you can see how hard Eddie and Steve are straining against their jeans, but you need a minute. 

And they give you that minute, when Eddie pulls Steve to him, eliciting a surprised sound from Steve, with the metal head shoving a hand into Steve’s jeans. Steve lets out a breath like he’s been punched in the gut, the sudden feeling of friction on his cock is overwhelming, and Eddie is so close, senses near overloading as Eddie jacks him quickly, pants pushed down to thick thighs and Eddie’s hand tangled in Steve’s hair.

It’s a sight, a sight you want to take a photo of and treasure forever if they’d let you, and it’s even better when Eddie turns to you, a gleeful smile on his face like he’s the cat that got the cream, the dog that got the bone, and whistles lowly.

“Look at this, doll. See how Steve likes my hand around his cock, likes you watching him, god he’s so hard, baby. Don’t think the poor boy is gonna last long.” Eddie’s leaning in to kiss Steve, and Steve keens into the kiss, eyes closing in delight, whimpering when Eddie pulls away too soon for his liking. “You wanna see him come, sugar?” 

You don’t even get to answer, because before you can even say a word, Steve is coming, cum covering your stomach and thighs, his breath coming out in shocked gasps. Eddie’s sweet then, soft and oh so gentle to the man, letting him lean against Eddie. 

“Jesus, Munson, give a man some warning before you try and kill them.” It’s a joke, and Eddie can’t help but let out a loud laugh and turns to press kisses into the side of Steve’s head. 

“Yeah well, had to make sure my favourite people were feeling good, always the gentlemen.” You roll your eyes with affection, watching as Eddie flops down on the mattress, still hard in his jeans but somehow, for the sake of you and Steve if you had to guess, ignoring it. 

“Oh, hang on a minute, pretty boy, we aren’t done yet.” And before Eddie knows it, you’re on him, with Steve right by your side. 

Eddie expected you to be the show, expected you to be the grand prize of the evening in a way that you loved, but you could always share. And with Steve Harrington in the mix, you always would want to.

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But you’d never gone this far, never invited someone else into your cozy abode, even if you’d always wanted it. So when Eddie came to you with the idea for someone else to watch, you couldn’t help but nod, then nearly shake with glee when he told you that Steve was the person in mind.

And here you were, on Steve’s bed, between the two men, trying to control yourself as you rutted against Eddie’s thigh, already so high with need. It was like the heat was overwhelming, Eddie’s hands on your hips and Steve’s gaze on your lust-filled face, watching you with kiss-bitten lips and a hand that couldn’t help but rub against the front of his jeans.

“You see that, baby? See how horny Stevie is already? Keep moving, just like that doll. Let him watch.” Eddie’s hot breath fanned against the skin of your neck, his long hair brushing your face and when he littered kisses down the side of your jaw, you couldn’t help but gasp, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. 

But then there’s Steve, tapping your naked knee with a wicked smirk, eyes locked with yours as he starts to trace patterns against your knee.

“C’mon now, do what Eddie told you. Eyes on me, pretty thing. You don’t want to be punished, do you?” His sudden change in attitude shocked you, expecting him to be this sweet and soft man that is barely brave enough to kiss you with Eddie near, let alone tease you. Yet here you are, and soon Steve’s middle and pointer finger are at your lips, pressing against them and wordlessly asking to enter. He moans without hesitation when you lick between his fingers, watching you with hooded eyes, and Eddie is in heaven.

None of you has really touched yourselves, trying desperately to hold off until you’re all at the peak, but suddenly you’re so close, the denim of Eddie’s jeans right up against your groin, the friction so good. You don’t want to come too early, want to enjoy it with your boys, push them to the edge a bit more before you’re spilling with need, but then Eddie’s taking you by the hips and moving you harder, faster against his thigh, and Steve is kissing you, all up in your space and sucking the air from your lungs in the most delicious way. 

‘Eddie, please, oh fuck, please.” You’re begging in the way Eddie loves, leaning your back against him and trying to get him to do more, push you further, but he just laughs, smirking at Steve as the brown-haired ex-jock sucks a mark into the skin of your shoulder. 

“You hear that, Harrington? Hear how well they beg? Best sound in the world, I swear.” Steve’s shaking his head eagerly to Eddie’s words, his hand squeezing the soft flesh of your waist. “C’mon darlin’, a little more for me, I think Stevie boy wants to see you come.”

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, keep rocking on Eddie’s thigh for me, such a good little thing.” You’re coming then, with hardly any touches to your core apart from tough denim. It’s the words that got you, the harsh breaths in the warm room, the slight touches between Eddie and Steve, passed off as accidental brushes even though you knew they were anything but. You were sinking into Eddie, moaning against the material of his band shirt, and he was laughing like the cruel man he was, still moving you along his thigh, soaking the juices into the denim. 

Steve’s patting your hair, helping you calm down as the aftershocks rattle your body and Eddie lets you drop down to the soft mattress below. You know it isn’t over, don’t want it to be over, and you can see how hard Eddie and Steve are straining against their jeans, but you need a minute. 

And they give you that minute, when Eddie pulls Steve to him, eliciting a surprised sound from Steve, with the metal head shoving a hand into Steve’s jeans. Steve lets out a breath like he’s been punched in the gut, the sudden feeling of friction on his cock is overwhelming, and Eddie is so close, senses near overloading as Eddie jacks him quickly, pants pushed down to thick thighs and Eddie’s hand tangled in Steve’s hair.

It’s a sight, a sight you want to take a photo of and treasure forever if they’d let you, and it’s even better when Eddie turns to you, a gleeful smile on his face like he’s the cat that got the cream, the dog that got the bone, and whistles lowly.

“Look at this, doll. See how Steve likes my hand around his cock, likes you watching him, god he’s so hard, baby. Don’t think the poor boy is gonna last long.” Eddie’s leaning in to kiss Steve, and Steve keens into the kiss, eyes closing in delight, whimpering when Eddie pulls away too soon for his liking. “You wanna see him come, sugar?” 

You don’t even get to answer, because before you can even say a word, Steve is coming, cum covering your stomach and thighs, his breath coming out in shocked gasps. Eddie’s sweet then, soft and oh so gentle to the man, letting him lean against Eddie. 

“Jesus, Munson, give a man some warning before you try and kill them.” It’s a joke, and Eddie can’t help but let out a loud laugh and turns to press kisses into the side of Steve’s head. 

“Yeah well, had to make sure my favourite people were feeling good, always the gentlemen.” You roll your eyes with affection, watching as Eddie flops down on the mattress, still hard in his jeans but somehow, for the sake of you and Steve if you had to guess, ignoring it. 

“Oh, hang on a minute, pretty boy, we aren’t done yet.” And before Eddie knows it, you’re on him, with Steve right by your side. 

Eddie expected you to be the show, expected you to be the grand prize of the evening in a way that you loved, but you could always share. And with Steve Harrington in the mix, you always would want to.

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But you’d never gone this far, never invited someone else into your cozy abode, even if you’d always wanted it. So when Eddie came to you with the idea for someone else to watch, you couldn’t help but nod, then nearly shake with glee when he told you that Steve was the person in mind.

And here you were, on Steve’s bed, between the two men, trying to control yourself as you rutted against Eddie’s thigh, already so high with need. It was like the heat was overwhelming, Eddie’s hands on your hips and Steve’s gaze on your lust-filled face, watching you with kiss-bitten lips and a hand that couldn’t help but rub against the front of his jeans.

“You see that, baby? See how horny Stevie is already? Keep moving, just like that doll. Let him watch.” Eddie’s hot breath fanned against the skin of your neck, his long hair brushing your face and when he littered kisses down the side of your jaw, you couldn’t help but gasp, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. 

But then there’s Steve, tapping your naked knee with a wicked smirk, eyes locked with yours as he starts to trace patterns against your knee.

“C’mon now, do what Eddie told you. Eyes on me, pretty thing. You don’t want to be punished, do you?” His sudden change in attitude shocked you, expecting him to be this sweet and soft man that is barely brave enough to kiss you with Eddie near, let alone tease you. Yet here you are, and soon Steve’s middle and pointer finger are at your lips, pressing against them and wordlessly asking to enter. He moans without hesitation when you lick between his fingers, watching you with hooded eyes, and Eddie is in heaven.

None of you has really touched yourselves, trying desperately to hold off until you’re all at the peak, but suddenly you’re so close, the denim of Eddie’s jeans right up against your groin, the friction so good. You don’t want to come too early, want to enjoy it with your boys, push them to the edge a bit more before you’re spilling with need, but then Eddie’s taking you by the hips and moving you harder, faster against his thigh, and Steve is kissing you, all up in your space and sucking the air from your lungs in the most delicious way. 

‘Eddie, please, oh fuck, please.” You’re begging in the way Eddie loves, leaning your back against him and trying to get him to do more, push you further, but he just laughs, smirking at Steve as the brown-haired ex-jock sucks a mark into the skin of your shoulder. 

“You hear that, Harrington? Hear how well they beg? Best sound in the world, I swear.” Steve’s shaking his head eagerly to Eddie’s words, his hand squeezing the soft flesh of your waist. “C’mon darlin’, a little more for me, I think Stevie boy wants to see you come.”

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, keep rocking on Eddie’s thigh for me, such a good little thing.” You’re coming then, with hardly any touches to your core apart from tough denim. It’s the words that got you, the harsh breaths in the warm room, the slight touches between Eddie and Steve, passed off as accidental brushes even though you knew they were anything but. You were sinking into Eddie, moaning against the material of his band shirt, and he was laughing like the cruel man he was, still moving you along his thigh, soaking the juices into the denim. 

Steve’s patting your hair, helping you calm down as the aftershocks rattle your body and Eddie lets you drop down to the soft mattress below. You know it isn’t over, don’t want it to be over, and you can see how hard Eddie and Steve are straining against their jeans, but you need a minute. 

And they give you that minute, when Eddie pulls Steve to him, eliciting a surprised sound from Steve, with the metal head shoving a hand into Steve’s jeans. Steve lets out a breath like he’s been punched in the gut, the sudden feeling of friction on his cock is overwhelming, and Eddie is so close, senses near overloading as Eddie jacks him quickly, pants pushed down to thick thighs and Eddie’s hand tangled in Steve’s hair.

It’s a sight, a sight you want to take a photo of and treasure forever if they’d let you, and it’s even better when Eddie turns to you, a gleeful smile on his face like he’s the cat that got the cream, the dog that got the bone, and whistles lowly.

“Look at this, doll. See how Steve likes my hand around his cock, likes you watching him, god he’s so hard, baby. Don’t think the poor boy is gonna last long.” Eddie’s leaning in to kiss Steve, and Steve keens into the kiss, eyes closing in delight, whimpering when Eddie pulls away too soon for his liking. “You wanna see him come, sugar?” 

You don’t even get to answer, because before you can even say a word, Steve is coming, cum covering your stomach and thighs, his breath coming out in shocked gasps. Eddie’s sweet then, soft and oh so gentle to the man, letting him lean against Eddie. 

“Jesus, Munson, give a man some warning before you try and kill them.” It’s a joke, and Eddie can’t help but let out a loud laugh and turns to press kisses into the side of Steve’s head. 

“Yeah well, had to make sure my favourite people were feeling good, always the gentlemen.” You roll your eyes with affection, watching as Eddie flops down on the mattress, still hard in his jeans but somehow, for the sake of you and Steve if you had to guess, ignoring it. 

“Oh, hang on a minute, pretty boy, we aren’t done yet.” And before Eddie knows it, you’re on him, with Steve right by your side. 

Eddie expected you to be the show, expected you to be the grand prize of the evening in a way that you loved, but you could always share. And with Steve Harrington in the mix, you always would want to.

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But you’d never gone this far, never invited someone else into your cozy abode, even if you’d always wanted it. So when Eddie came to you with the idea for someone else to watch, you couldn’t help but nod, then nearly shake with glee when he told you that Steve was the person in mind.

And here you were, on Steve’s bed, between the two men, trying to control yourself as you rutted against Eddie’s thigh, already so high with need. It was like the heat was overwhelming, Eddie’s hands on your hips and Steve’s gaze on your lust-filled face, watching you with kiss-bitten lips and a hand that couldn’t help but rub against the front of his jeans.

“You see that, baby? See how horny Stevie is already? Keep moving, just like that doll. Let him watch.” Eddie’s hot breath fanned against the skin of your neck, his long hair brushing your face and when he littered kisses down the side of your jaw, you couldn’t help but gasp, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. 

But then there’s Steve, tapping your naked knee with a wicked smirk, eyes locked with yours as he starts to trace patterns against your knee.

“C’mon now, do what Eddie told you. Eyes on me, pretty thing. You don’t want to be punished, do you?” His sudden change in attitude shocked you, expecting him to be this sweet and soft man that is barely brave enough to kiss you with Eddie near, let alone tease you. Yet here you are, and soon Steve’s middle and pointer finger are at your lips, pressing against them and wordlessly asking to enter. He moans without hesitation when you lick between his fingers, watching you with hooded eyes, and Eddie is in heaven.

None of you has really touched yourselves, trying desperately to hold off until you’re all at the peak, but suddenly you’re so close, the denim of Eddie’s jeans right up against your groin, the friction so good. You don’t want to come too early, want to enjoy it with your boys, push them to the edge a bit more before you’re spilling with need, but then Eddie’s taking you by the hips and moving you harder, faster against his thigh, and Steve is kissing you, all up in your space and sucking the air from your lungs in the most delicious way. 

‘Eddie, please, oh fuck, please.” You’re begging in the way Eddie loves, leaning your back against him and trying to get him to do more, push you further, but he just laughs, smirking at Steve as the brown-haired ex-jock sucks a mark into the skin of your shoulder. 

“You hear that, Harrington? Hear how well they beg? Best sound in the world, I swear.” Steve’s shaking his head eagerly to Eddie’s words, his hand squeezing the soft flesh of your waist. “C’mon darlin’, a little more for me, I think Stevie boy wants to see you come.”

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, keep rocking on Eddie’s thigh for me, such a good little thing.” You’re coming then, with hardly any touches to your core apart from tough denim. It’s the words that got you, the harsh breaths in the warm room, the slight touches between Eddie and Steve, passed off as accidental brushes even though you knew they were anything but. You were sinking into Eddie, moaning against the material of his band shirt, and he was laughing like the cruel man he was, still moving you along his thigh, soaking the juices into the denim. 

Steve’s patting your hair, helping you calm down as the aftershocks rattle your body and Eddie lets you drop down to the soft mattress below. You know it isn’t over, don’t want it to be over, and you can see how hard Eddie and Steve are straining against their jeans, but you need a minute. 

And they give you that minute, when Eddie pulls Steve to him, eliciting a surprised sound from Steve, with the metal head shoving a hand into Steve’s jeans. Steve lets out a breath like he’s been punched in the gut, the sudden feeling of friction on his cock is overwhelming, and Eddie is so close, senses near overloading as Eddie jacks him quickly, pants pushed down to thick thighs and Eddie’s hand tangled in Steve’s hair.

It’s a sight, a sight you want to take a photo of and treasure forever if they’d let you, and it’s even better when Eddie turns to you, a gleeful smile on his face like he’s the cat that got the cream, the dog that got the bone, and whistles lowly.

“Look at this, doll. See how Steve likes my hand around his cock, likes you watching him, god he’s so hard, baby. Don’t think the poor boy is gonna last long.” Eddie’s leaning in to kiss Steve, and Steve keens into the kiss, eyes closing in delight, whimpering when Eddie pulls away too soon for his liking. “You wanna see him come, sugar?” 

You don’t even get to answer, because before you can even say a word, Steve is coming, cum covering your stomach and thighs, his breath coming out in shocked gasps. Eddie’s sweet then, soft and oh so gentle to the man, letting him lean against Eddie. 

“Jesus, Munson, give a man some warning before you try and kill them.” It’s a joke, and Eddie can’t help but let out a loud laugh and turns to press kisses into the side of Steve’s head. 

“Yeah well, had to make sure my favourite people were feeling good, always the gentlemen.” You roll your eyes with affection, watching as Eddie flops down on the mattress, still hard in his jeans but somehow, for the sake of you and Steve if you had to guess, ignoring it. 

“Oh, hang on a minute, pretty boy, we aren’t done yet.” And before Eddie knows it, you’re on him, with Steve right by your side. 

Eddie expected you to be the show, expected you to be the grand prize of the evening in a way that you loved, but you could always share. And with Steve Harrington in the mix, you always would want to.

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