below is a masterlist of prompts i will be posting during this yearâs kinktober! all of these prompts will be steve harrington x eddie munson.
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of course, i am excited to announce that i will be completing this event alongside @honeycombmunson who has his own list of prompts and characters. you can check that out here.
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steve was just like a fucking puppy. buying a collar for him was just a must.
submissive steve harrington and dominant eddie munson
word count: 1.8k
warnings: SMUT | collaring, blowjobs, messy, messy blowjobs, face-fucking, minor feminization (eddie calls steve princess and puppy), dom/sub dynamic (steve calls eddie master and sir, daddy kink is briefly mentioned), male masturbation, slight pet play (eddie also calls him puppy)
if you prefer to read on archive of our own, follows this link!
it all started out as a joke.
âoh, donât give me that look, harrington,â he smirked when steve frowned, âyou look like a damn puppy.â
âthank you, sweetheart,â he chuckled when steve handed him his lighter, âyouâre such a good boy.â
âwait up, man!â he huffed when steve jogged ahead of him, âdo i gotâta put a damn leash on you?â
a joke. so, why then, is steve standing in the pet store, staring at an array of dog collars?
âwhat about this one?â eddie asked as he plucked a black one from its hanger. it was leather, had a gold buckle. steve had to admit it would look amazing against his olive skin, but it still wasnât the one.
he shook his head. âi told you, man,â steveâs eyes flickered from the collar dangling between eddieâs fingers, ones calloused and adorning chipped black polish, to his eyes, âleatherâs not my thing.â
eddie chuckled, âthe man wants to be collared, but draws the line at leather.â steve rolled his eyes as eddie placed the collar back on the hook.
âi dunâno, eds, maybe,â he paused, taking interest in the floor, on his shoes, rather than the shelf of various collars, âmaybe this was stupid.â
âstupid?â steve didnât need to look up from his feet to know eddie was frowning, âyour curiosity isnât stupid, stevie. exploring your sexual desires isnât stupid. whatâs stupid is how much theyâre charginâ for a damn dog collar. twelve dollars?! youâre lucky youâre cute, harrington.â
âshut up, munson.â
-
steve moaned. delicate, airy as eddie kissed along his jaw. those calloused fingers traveled down the span of steveâs back, further and further, until they were full of soft, plushy, jean-clad ass. steveâs shirt was already long discarded on the floor of eddieâs bedroom. in its rightful place, eddie thought.
as supple, pink lips trailed down his neck, steve tilted his head back with another moan. he sat in eddieâs lap, straddling it as his nails bluntly dug into the other manâs shoulders. eddie gasped sharply against olive skin.
âeddie,â steve sighed as those lips found his chest, âplease, i wanânaâŚâ he trailed off, words turning into little moans as eddie nipped just below his collarbone.
âuse your words, sweetheart,â eddie whispered against his skin. warm, breathy. steve wanted to simply just melt beneath eddieâs lips.
steve lifted his head back up, hazel eyes meeting brown. eddie was so pretty that it was almost unfair. staring up at steve with wide eyes as his big teeth grazed along his skin, along his most sensitive places. how was steve supposed to speak, let alone think?
ââm ready,â the two little words tumbled from steveâs lips. eddie knew what he meant, just what steve was ready for, but those words wouldnât be enough, would they? and steve knew better.
he wanted to cry when eddie pulled away from his skin. because eddie didnât plan on collecting that little brown shopping bag on his dresser. no, not yet. he was going to make steve say it.
âcâmon, puppy,â and that earned a whine from steveâs throat, âbe a good boy for me. what are you ready for?â
steve whined. he could cry right now. he really, truthfully could. âthe collar, fuck. âm,â he pauses, throwing his head back again in defeat, âiâm ready for the stupid collar. eddie, please.â
âsee?â eddie hummed, âthatâs all you had to say, sweetheart.â steve pouted as he got off of eddieâs lap.
eddie plucked the collar from the bag. pink. nylon. pretty. that was the one steve decided on. with a silver buckle and a little tag that said âprincessâ on it. itâs cheesy, yes, but hearing eddie mutter the name under his breath made steveâs knees weak. so, princess it was!
the pink accessory dangled from ring adorned fingers, taunting to glossy hazels. steve whined again. just like a puppy whining for a treat.
and truly, steve was just like a puppy, wasnât he? if he had a tail, itâd be wagging. sat at the edge of eddieâs bed now, hazel eyes wide and cheeks flushed a soft pink. just to match his collar. how cute.
âoh, princess,â eddie teased as he unclasped the buckle, âwe should get âproperty of eddie munsonâ engraved on the back of this thing, huh?â when steve responded with just a roll of his eyes, eddie weaved his fingers in the brunette locks on the back of steveâs head and tugged. âwhen i ask a question, you answer. thatâs what good boys do,â his words had little bite, and he delivered them with a playful smirk, but steve still obeyed.
âyes!â he groaned as eddie gave another harsh tug to his hair, âyes, we should, master.â
master. that was new, and fitting for tonight. eddie cooed, âsay that again, princess?â he let go of steveâs hair.
eddieâs fingers then skillfully wrapped the collar around steveâs throat. he fastened the buckle, but not too tight. he checked with two fingers and tugged just to ensure steve could breathe. steve felt like he might just explode. âmaster,â he repeated.
âatâta boy,â eddie muttered as those two fingers rested lightly upon steveâs chin, pushing until steve turned his head. eddie was admiring the collar, how pretty it looked against the sea of olive tones and moles.
steve missed the heat radiating off of eddie fingertips the second they dropped from his face. he nearly whined once more, but eddie was discarding his shirt onto the floor, in a pile with his own, and he couldnât possibly complain about that, now could he?
next, went eddieâs belt. thereâs a connection a more sober steve wouldâve made between the clasp around his neck and the one around eddieâs waist. there was no room in his pretty little head for that then, though. not as eddieâs pants join the pile of clothes on the floor.
steve, still adorned in his own pants, sighed as eddie stepped closer, as he weaved his fingers through his hair once again. this time, though, much more gentle.
âwanâna,â steve started, unprompted. eddie would have to reward him for that later, âwanâna suck your cock.â
eddie chuckled. âso eager to please me, arenât you, princess?â he asked, and steve nodded, loose brunette waves falling into his eyes, âtake those pants off and iâll give you anything your pretty heart desires, puppy.â
with eddieâs help, steveâs pants were on the floor in seconds, forgotten with their various other articles of clothing. those infamous fingers then found the waistband of steveâs white briefs, pulling them off until they were around his ankles. steve proceeded to kick them off, onto the floor with the rest. his cock bounced onto his tummy from there.
eddie had a hole in his heart in the shape of steveâs cock. matching the paler skin of his hips, steveâs cock stood tall with taut balls that were kissed by thick, black pubes. pink at the tip, and gooey there, too. leaking precum into the sea of hair that adorned his tummy. if steve hadnât explicitly asked for eddieâs cock down his throat, heâd have had steveâs down his.
âoh, youâre trying to kill me tonight, arenât you, baby?â he asked as steve leant back on his elbows, giving eddie the biggest, the wettest, the prettiest set of puppy dog eyes.
âi will if you donât get those stupid boxers off soon, munson,â steve bit back, and that just wouldnât fly, would it?
âitâs not munson,â eddie warned, âor eddie, or sweetheart, or baby. itâs master tonight, remember, princess?â he pushed at the waistband of his blue, plaid boxers. âiâll also except sir,â he added as his cock spring free from his underwear, âor daddy.â
steveâs mouth watered, âyes, sir.â
âgood boy,â he whispered as he rounded the foot of the bed, fingers dragging along cotton sheets, âlay down on your back for me, yeah?â
steve didnât need to be asked twice. he obeyed, falling onto his back with his head dangling off of the edge. eddie soon met up with him, leaking cockhead just a mere breath away from steveâs pink lips.
eddieâs cock was beautiful. where he lacked in girth, he made up for inches. pale like the rest of his body, standing tall from a bush of thick pubes, wild and not as well maintained as steveâs. he tapped the wet tip against pouty lips, âopen up, princess.â
steveâs lips parted just enough for eddie to slide right in. a struggled groan died in his throat as his lover pushed into it, slow, easy. right until his balls brushed against steveâs nose.
âfuck,â eddie moaned above steve as he swallowed around him. he pulled out until just the tip resided between those lips. in a desperate move to keep him from pulling completely out, to keep him from teasing, steve licked his leaky slit. eddie groaned.
he slid back in, one hand finding the edge of the bed while the other took interest in the pink nylon tied around steveâs neck. âtap my thigh twice if you need me to stop, sweetheart,â he said as his fingers dipped beneath the collar and held it. steve simply whimpered in response.
his grasp tightened around the collar as his hips increased in vigor. fast, a little sloppy. drool and precum alike split past steveâs lips as he attempted to swallow it all down. it was pointless. it would soon reach his cheeks and, ultimately, his hair. not that he truly carried, though. he couldnât when eddie was balls deep within his throat.
âoh my god,â eddie moaned as he let go of the bed. his spare hand joined his other, both wrapped around the sturdy nylon collar. âtouch yourself, princess,â he groaned, commanded, âcum with me, puppy, fuck.â
steve wrapped a large hand around his cock, the other finding eddieâs thigh. he didnât tap, however. no, he simply dug his nails into the pale, plush flesh whilst he stroked his cock eagerly and in time with eddieâs hips.
the room was so warm. humid. smelt of sex and weed and cigarettes and steve. so overwhelmingly of steve. eddie came at that thought, spilling hot streamers of white down steveâs throat. whatever he didnât swallow split past his lips, decorating his cheeks in eddieâs climax and subsequent drool.
as eddie pulled out, and steve gasped, he came all over his tummy, his hand. his throat ached as he panted, catching his breath with a crooked, fucked out smile. eddie looked down at with admiration, gently stroking his slopped cheek with his thumb.
âthink we should invest in a leash,â his voice was raw, utterly fucked out as he spoke up a few moments later, âjust somethinâ to think about for next time, hm?â
eddie laughed, ânext time?â
steveâs smile grew wider somehow. âyes,â he licked his lips, cleaning of eddieâs residual cum, âmaster.â
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steve was just like a fucking puppy. buying a collar for him was just a must.
submissive steve harrington and dominant eddie munson
word count: 1.8k
warnings: SMUT | collaring, blowjobs, messy, messy blowjobs, face-fucking, minor feminization (eddie calls steve princess and puppy), dom/sub dynamic (steve calls eddie master and sir, daddy kink is briefly mentioned), male masturbation, slight pet play (eddie also calls him puppy)
if you prefer to read on archive of our own, follows this link!
it all started out as a joke.
âoh, donât give me that look, harrington,â he smirked when steve frowned, âyou look like a damn puppy.â
âthank you, sweetheart,â he chuckled when steve handed him his lighter, âyouâre such a good boy.â
âwait up, man!â he huffed when steve jogged ahead of him, âdo i gotâta put a damn leash on you?â
a joke. so, why then, is steve standing in the pet store, staring at an array of dog collars?
âwhat about this one?â eddie asked as he plucked a black one from its hanger. it was leather, had a gold buckle. steve had to admit it would look amazing against his olive skin, but it still wasnât the one.
he shook his head. âi told you, man,â steveâs eyes flickered from the collar dangling between eddieâs fingers, ones calloused and adorning chipped black polish, to his eyes, âleatherâs not my thing.â
eddie chuckled, âthe man wants to be collared, but draws the line at leather.â steve rolled his eyes as eddie placed the collar back on the hook.
âi dunâno, eds, maybe,â he paused, taking interest in the floor, on his shoes, rather than the shelf of various collars, âmaybe this was stupid.â
âstupid?â steve didnât need to look up from his feet to know eddie was frowning, âyour curiosity isnât stupid, stevie. exploring your sexual desires isnât stupid. whatâs stupid is how much theyâre charginâ for a damn dog collar. twelve dollars?! youâre lucky youâre cute, harrington.â
âshut up, munson.â
-
steve moaned. delicate, airy as eddie kissed along his jaw. those calloused fingers traveled down the span of steveâs back, further and further, until they were full of soft, plushy, jean-clad ass. steveâs shirt was already long discarded on the floor of eddieâs bedroom. in its rightful place, eddie thought.
as supple, pink lips trailed down his neck, steve tilted his head back with another moan. he sat in eddieâs lap, straddling it as his nails bluntly dug into the other manâs shoulders. eddie gasped sharply against olive skin.
âeddie,â steve sighed as those lips found his chest, âplease, i wanânaâŚâ he trailed off, words turning into little moans as eddie nipped just below his collarbone.
âuse your words, sweetheart,â eddie whispered against his skin. warm, breathy. steve wanted to simply just melt beneath eddieâs lips.
steve lifted his head back up, hazel eyes meeting brown. eddie was so pretty that it was almost unfair. staring up at steve with wide eyes as his big teeth grazed along his skin, along his most sensitive places. how was steve supposed to speak, let alone think?
ââm ready,â the two little words tumbled from steveâs lips. eddie knew what he meant, just what steve was ready for, but those words wouldnât be enough, would they? and steve knew better.
he wanted to cry when eddie pulled away from his skin. because eddie didnât plan on collecting that little brown shopping bag on his dresser. no, not yet. he was going to make steve say it.
âcâmon, puppy,â and that earned a whine from steveâs throat, âbe a good boy for me. what are you ready for?â
steve whined. he could cry right now. he really, truthfully could. âthe collar, fuck. âm,â he pauses, throwing his head back again in defeat, âiâm ready for the stupid collar. eddie, please.â
âsee?â eddie hummed, âthatâs all you had to say, sweetheart.â steve pouted as he got off of eddieâs lap.
eddie plucked the collar from the bag. pink. nylon. pretty. that was the one steve decided on. with a silver buckle and a little tag that said âprincessâ on it. itâs cheesy, yes, but hearing eddie mutter the name under his breath made steveâs knees weak. so, princess it was!
the pink accessory dangled from ring adorned fingers, taunting to glossy hazels. steve whined again. just like a puppy whining for a treat.
and truly, steve was just like a puppy, wasnât he? if he had a tail, itâd be wagging. sat at the edge of eddieâs bed now, hazel eyes wide and cheeks flushed a soft pink. just to match his collar. how cute.
âoh, princess,â eddie teased as he unclasped the buckle, âwe should get âproperty of eddie munsonâ engraved on the back of this thing, huh?â when steve responded with just a roll of his eyes, eddie weaved his fingers in the brunette locks on the back of steveâs head and tugged. âwhen i ask a question, you answer. thatâs what good boys do,â his words had little bite, and he delivered them with a playful smirk, but steve still obeyed.
âyes!â he groaned as eddie gave another harsh tug to his hair, âyes, we should, master.â
master. that was new, and fitting for tonight. eddie cooed, âsay that again, princess?â he let go of steveâs hair.
eddieâs fingers then skillfully wrapped the collar around steveâs throat. he fastened the buckle, but not too tight. he checked with two fingers and tugged just to ensure steve could breathe. steve felt like he might just explode. âmaster,â he repeated.
âatâta boy,â eddie muttered as those two fingers rested lightly upon steveâs chin, pushing until steve turned his head. eddie was admiring the collar, how pretty it looked against the sea of olive tones and moles.
steve missed the heat radiating off of eddie fingertips the second they dropped from his face. he nearly whined once more, but eddie was discarding his shirt onto the floor, in a pile with his own, and he couldnât possibly complain about that, now could he?
next, went eddieâs belt. thereâs a connection a more sober steve wouldâve made between the clasp around his neck and the one around eddieâs waist. there was no room in his pretty little head for that then, though. not as eddieâs pants join the pile of clothes on the floor.
steve, still adorned in his own pants, sighed as eddie stepped closer, as he weaved his fingers through his hair once again. this time, though, much more gentle.
âwanâna,â steve started, unprompted. eddie would have to reward him for that later, âwanâna suck your cock.â
eddie chuckled. âso eager to please me, arenât you, princess?â he asked, and steve nodded, loose brunette waves falling into his eyes, âtake those pants off and iâll give you anything your pretty heart desires, puppy.â
with eddieâs help, steveâs pants were on the floor in seconds, forgotten with their various other articles of clothing. those infamous fingers then found the waistband of steveâs white briefs, pulling them off until they were around his ankles. steve proceeded to kick them off, onto the floor with the rest. his cock bounced onto his tummy from there.
eddie had a hole in his heart in the shape of steveâs cock. matching the paler skin of his hips, steveâs cock stood tall with taut balls that were kissed by thick, black pubes. pink at the tip, and gooey there, too. leaking precum into the sea of hair that adorned his tummy. if steve hadnât explicitly asked for eddieâs cock down his throat, heâd have had steveâs down his.
âoh, youâre trying to kill me tonight, arenât you, baby?â he asked as steve leant back on his elbows, giving eddie the biggest, the wettest, the prettiest set of puppy dog eyes.
âi will if you donât get those stupid boxers off soon, munson,â steve bit back, and that just wouldnât fly, would it?
âitâs not munson,â eddie warned, âor eddie, or sweetheart, or baby. itâs master tonight, remember, princess?â he pushed at the waistband of his blue, plaid boxers. âiâll also except sir,â he added as his cock spring free from his underwear, âor daddy.â
steveâs mouth watered, âyes, sir.â
âgood boy,â he whispered as he rounded the foot of the bed, fingers dragging along cotton sheets, âlay down on your back for me, yeah?â
steve didnât need to be asked twice. he obeyed, falling onto his back with his head dangling off of the edge. eddie soon met up with him, leaking cockhead just a mere breath away from steveâs pink lips.
eddieâs cock was beautiful. where he lacked in girth, he made up for inches. pale like the rest of his body, standing tall from a bush of thick pubes, wild and not as well maintained as steveâs. he tapped the wet tip against pouty lips, âopen up, princess.â
steveâs lips parted just enough for eddie to slide right in. a struggled groan died in his throat as his lover pushed into it, slow, easy. right until his balls brushed against steveâs nose.
âfuck,â eddie moaned above steve as he swallowed around him. he pulled out until just the tip resided between those lips. in a desperate move to keep him from pulling completely out, to keep him from teasing, steve licked his leaky slit. eddie groaned.
he slid back in, one hand finding the edge of the bed while the other took interest in the pink nylon tied around steveâs neck. âtap my thigh twice if you need me to stop, sweetheart,â he said as his fingers dipped beneath the collar and held it. steve simply whimpered in response.
his grasp tightened around the collar as his hips increased in vigor. fast, a little sloppy. drool and precum alike split past steveâs lips as he attempted to swallow it all down. it was pointless. it would soon reach his cheeks and, ultimately, his hair. not that he truly carried, though. he couldnât when eddie was balls deep within his throat.
âoh my god,â eddie moaned as he let go of the bed. his spare hand joined his other, both wrapped around the sturdy nylon collar. âtouch yourself, princess,â he groaned, commanded, âcum with me, puppy, fuck.â
steve wrapped a large hand around his cock, the other finding eddieâs thigh. he didnât tap, however. no, he simply dug his nails into the pale, plush flesh whilst he stroked his cock eagerly and in time with eddieâs hips.
the room was so warm. humid. smelt of sex and weed and cigarettes and steve. so overwhelmingly of steve. eddie came at that thought, spilling hot streamers of white down steveâs throat. whatever he didnât swallow split past his lips, decorating his cheeks in eddieâs climax and subsequent drool.
as eddie pulled out, and steve gasped, he came all over his tummy, his hand. his throat ached as he panted, catching his breath with a crooked, fucked out smile. eddie looked down at with admiration, gently stroking his slopped cheek with his thumb.
âthink we should invest in a leash,â his voice was raw, utterly fucked out as he spoke up a few moments later, âjust somethinâ to think about for next time, hm?â
eddie laughed, ânext time?â
steveâs smile grew wider somehow. âyes,â he licked his lips, cleaning of eddieâs residual cum, âmaster.â
steve was just like a fucking puppy. buying a collar for him was just a must.
submissive steve harrington and dominant eddie munson
word count: 1.8k
warnings: SMUT | collaring, blowjobs, messy, messy blowjobs, face-fucking, minor feminization (eddie calls steve princess and puppy), dom/sub dynamic (steve calls eddie master and sir, daddy kink is briefly mentioned), male masturbation, slight pet play (eddie also calls him puppy)
if you prefer to read on archive of our own, follows this link!
it all started out as a joke.
âoh, donât give me that look, harrington,â he smirked when steve frowned, âyou look like a damn puppy.â
âthank you, sweetheart,â he chuckled when steve handed him his lighter, âyouâre such a good boy.â
âwait up, man!â he huffed when steve jogged ahead of him, âdo i gotâta put a damn leash on you?â
a joke. so, why then, is steve standing in the pet store, staring at an array of dog collars?
âwhat about this one?â eddie asked as he plucked a black one from its hanger. it was leather, had a gold buckle. steve had to admit it would look amazing against his olive skin, but it still wasnât the one.
he shook his head. âi told you, man,â steveâs eyes flickered from the collar dangling between eddieâs fingers, ones calloused and adorning chipped black polish, to his eyes, âleatherâs not my thing.â
eddie chuckled, âthe man wants to be collared, but draws the line at leather.â steve rolled his eyes as eddie placed the collar back on the hook.
âi dunâno, eds, maybe,â he paused, taking interest in the floor, on his shoes, rather than the shelf of various collars, âmaybe this was stupid.â
âstupid?â steve didnât need to look up from his feet to know eddie was frowning, âyour curiosity isnât stupid, stevie. exploring your sexual desires isnât stupid. whatâs stupid is how much theyâre charginâ for a damn dog collar. twelve dollars?! youâre lucky youâre cute, harrington.â
âshut up, munson.â
-
steve moaned. delicate, airy as eddie kissed along his jaw. those calloused fingers traveled down the span of steveâs back, further and further, until they were full of soft, plushy, jean-clad ass. steveâs shirt was already long discarded on the floor of eddieâs bedroom. in its rightful place, eddie thought.
as supple, pink lips trailed down his neck, steve tilted his head back with another moan. he sat in eddieâs lap, straddling it as his nails bluntly dug into the other manâs shoulders. eddie gasped sharply against olive skin.
âeddie,â steve sighed as those lips found his chest, âplease, i wanânaâŚâ he trailed off, words turning into little moans as eddie nipped just below his collarbone.
âuse your words, sweetheart,â eddie whispered against his skin. warm, breathy. steve wanted to simply just melt beneath eddieâs lips.
steve lifted his head back up, hazel eyes meeting brown. eddie was so pretty that it was almost unfair. staring up at steve with wide eyes as his big teeth grazed along his skin, along his most sensitive places. how was steve supposed to speak, let alone think?
ââm ready,â the two little words tumbled from steveâs lips. eddie knew what he meant, just what steve was ready for, but those words wouldnât be enough, would they? and steve knew better.
he wanted to cry when eddie pulled away from his skin. because eddie didnât plan on collecting that little brown shopping bag on his dresser. no, not yet. he was going to make steve say it.
âcâmon, puppy,â and that earned a whine from steveâs throat, âbe a good boy for me. what are you ready for?â
steve whined. he could cry right now. he really, truthfully could. âthe collar, fuck. âm,â he pauses, throwing his head back again in defeat, âiâm ready for the stupid collar. eddie, please.â
âsee?â eddie hummed, âthatâs all you had to say, sweetheart.â steve pouted as he got off of eddieâs lap.
eddie plucked the collar from the bag. pink. nylon. pretty. that was the one steve decided on. with a silver buckle and a little tag that said âprincessâ on it. itâs cheesy, yes, but hearing eddie mutter the name under his breath made steveâs knees weak. so, princess it was!
the pink accessory dangled from ring adorned fingers, taunting to glossy hazels. steve whined again. just like a puppy whining for a treat.
and truly, steve was just like a puppy, wasnât he? if he had a tail, itâd be wagging. sat at the edge of eddieâs bed now, hazel eyes wide and cheeks flushed a soft pink. just to match his collar. how cute.
âoh, princess,â eddie teased as he unclasped the buckle, âwe should get âproperty of eddie munsonâ engraved on the back of this thing, huh?â when steve responded with just a roll of his eyes, eddie weaved his fingers in the brunette locks on the back of steveâs head and tugged. âwhen i ask a question, you answer. thatâs what good boys do,â his words had little bite, and he delivered them with a playful smirk, but steve still obeyed.
âyes!â he groaned as eddie gave another harsh tug to his hair, âyes, we should, master.â
master. that was new, and fitting for tonight. eddie cooed, âsay that again, princess?â he let go of steveâs hair.
eddieâs fingers then skillfully wrapped the collar around steveâs throat. he fastened the buckle, but not too tight. he checked with two fingers and tugged just to ensure steve could breathe. steve felt like he might just explode. âmaster,â he repeated.
âatâta boy,â eddie muttered as those two fingers rested lightly upon steveâs chin, pushing until steve turned his head. eddie was admiring the collar, how pretty it looked against the sea of olive tones and moles.
steve missed the heat radiating off of eddie fingertips the second they dropped from his face. he nearly whined once more, but eddie was discarding his shirt onto the floor, in a pile with his own, and he couldnât possibly complain about that, now could he?
next, went eddieâs belt. thereâs a connection a more sober steve wouldâve made between the clasp around his neck and the one around eddieâs waist. there was no room in his pretty little head for that then, though. not as eddieâs pants join the pile of clothes on the floor.
steve, still adorned in his own pants, sighed as eddie stepped closer, as he weaved his fingers through his hair once again. this time, though, much more gentle.
âwanâna,â steve started, unprompted. eddie would have to reward him for that later, âwanâna suck your cock.â
eddie chuckled. âso eager to please me, arenât you, princess?â he asked, and steve nodded, loose brunette waves falling into his eyes, âtake those pants off and iâll give you anything your pretty heart desires, puppy.â
with eddieâs help, steveâs pants were on the floor in seconds, forgotten with their various other articles of clothing. those infamous fingers then found the waistband of steveâs white briefs, pulling them off until they were around his ankles. steve proceeded to kick them off, onto the floor with the rest. his cock bounced onto his tummy from there.
eddie had a hole in his heart in the shape of steveâs cock. matching the paler skin of his hips, steveâs cock stood tall with taut balls that were kissed by thick, black pubes. pink at the tip, and gooey there, too. leaking precum into the sea of hair that adorned his tummy. if steve hadnât explicitly asked for eddieâs cock down his throat, heâd have had steveâs down his.
âoh, youâre trying to kill me tonight, arenât you, baby?â he asked as steve leant back on his elbows, giving eddie the biggest, the wettest, the prettiest set of puppy dog eyes.
âi will if you donât get those stupid boxers off soon, munson,â steve bit back, and that just wouldnât fly, would it?
âitâs not munson,â eddie warned, âor eddie, or sweetheart, or baby. itâs master tonight, remember, princess?â he pushed at the waistband of his blue, plaid boxers. âiâll also except sir,â he added as his cock spring free from his underwear, âor daddy.â
steveâs mouth watered, âyes, sir.â
âgood boy,â he whispered as he rounded the foot of the bed, fingers dragging along cotton sheets, âlay down on your back for me, yeah?â
steve didnât need to be asked twice. he obeyed, falling onto his back with his head dangling off of the edge. eddie soon met up with him, leaking cockhead just a mere breath away from steveâs pink lips.
eddieâs cock was beautiful. where he lacked in girth, he made up for inches. pale like the rest of his body, standing tall from a bush of thick pubes, wild and not as well maintained as steveâs. he tapped the wet tip against pouty lips, âopen up, princess.â
steveâs lips parted just enough for eddie to slide right in. a struggled groan died in his throat as his lover pushed into it, slow, easy. right until his balls brushed against steveâs nose.
âfuck,â eddie moaned above steve as he swallowed around him. he pulled out until just the tip resided between those lips. in a desperate move to keep him from pulling completely out, to keep him from teasing, steve licked his leaky slit. eddie groaned.
he slid back in, one hand finding the edge of the bed while the other took interest in the pink nylon tied around steveâs neck. âtap my thigh twice if you need me to stop, sweetheart,â he said as his fingers dipped beneath the collar and held it. steve simply whimpered in response.
his grasp tightened around the collar as his hips increased in vigor. fast, a little sloppy. drool and precum alike split past steveâs lips as he attempted to swallow it all down. it was pointless. it would soon reach his cheeks and, ultimately, his hair. not that he truly carried, though. he couldnât when eddie was balls deep within his throat.
âoh my god,â eddie moaned as he let go of the bed. his spare hand joined his other, both wrapped around the sturdy nylon collar. âtouch yourself, princess,â he groaned, commanded, âcum with me, puppy, fuck.â
steve wrapped a large hand around his cock, the other finding eddieâs thigh. he didnât tap, however. no, he simply dug his nails into the pale, plush flesh whilst he stroked his cock eagerly and in time with eddieâs hips.
the room was so warm. humid. smelt of sex and weed and cigarettes and steve. so overwhelmingly of steve. eddie came at that thought, spilling hot streamers of white down steveâs throat. whatever he didnât swallow split past his lips, decorating his cheeks in eddieâs climax and subsequent drool.
as eddie pulled out, and steve gasped, he came all over his tummy, his hand. his throat ached as he panted, catching his breath with a crooked, fucked out smile. eddie looked down at with admiration, gently stroking his slopped cheek with his thumb.
âthink we should invest in a leash,â his voice was raw, utterly fucked out as he spoke up a few moments later, âjust somethinâ to think about for next time, hm?â
eddie laughed, ânext time?â
steveâs smile grew wider somehow. âyes,â he licked his lips, cleaning of eddieâs residual cum, âmaster.â
steve was just like a fucking puppy. buying a collar for him was just a must.
submissive steve harrington and dominant eddie munson
word count: 1.8k
warnings: SMUT | collaring, blowjobs, messy, messy blowjobs, face-fucking, minor feminization (eddie calls steve princess and puppy), dom/sub dynamic (steve calls eddie master and sir, daddy kink is briefly mentioned), male masturbation, slight pet play (eddie also calls him puppy)
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it all started out as a joke.
âoh, donât give me that look, harrington,â he smirked when steve frowned, âyou look like a damn puppy.â
âthank you, sweetheart,â he chuckled when steve handed him his lighter, âyouâre such a good boy.â
âwait up, man!â he huffed when steve jogged ahead of him, âdo i gotâta put a damn leash on you?â
a joke. so, why then, is steve standing in the pet store, staring at an array of dog collars?
âwhat about this one?â eddie asked as he plucked a black one from its hanger. it was leather, had a gold buckle. steve had to admit it would look amazing against his olive skin, but it still wasnât the one.
he shook his head. âi told you, man,â steveâs eyes flickered from the collar dangling between eddieâs fingers, ones calloused and adorning chipped black polish, to his eyes, âleatherâs not my thing.â
eddie chuckled, âthe man wants to be collared, but draws the line at leather.â steve rolled his eyes as eddie placed the collar back on the hook.
âi dunâno, eds, maybe,â he paused, taking interest in the floor, on his shoes, rather than the shelf of various collars, âmaybe this was stupid.â
âstupid?â steve didnât need to look up from his feet to know eddie was frowning, âyour curiosity isnât stupid, stevie. exploring your sexual desires isnât stupid. whatâs stupid is how much theyâre charginâ for a damn dog collar. twelve dollars?! youâre lucky youâre cute, harrington.â
âshut up, munson.â
-
steve moaned. delicate, airy as eddie kissed along his jaw. those calloused fingers traveled down the span of steveâs back, further and further, until they were full of soft, plushy, jean-clad ass. steveâs shirt was already long discarded on the floor of eddieâs bedroom. in its rightful place, eddie thought.
as supple, pink lips trailed down his neck, steve tilted his head back with another moan. he sat in eddieâs lap, straddling it as his nails bluntly dug into the other manâs shoulders. eddie gasped sharply against olive skin.
âeddie,â steve sighed as those lips found his chest, âplease, i wanânaâŚâ he trailed off, words turning into little moans as eddie nipped just below his collarbone.
âuse your words, sweetheart,â eddie whispered against his skin. warm, breathy. steve wanted to simply just melt beneath eddieâs lips.
steve lifted his head back up, hazel eyes meeting brown. eddie was so pretty that it was almost unfair. staring up at steve with wide eyes as his big teeth grazed along his skin, along his most sensitive places. how was steve supposed to speak, let alone think?
ââm ready,â the two little words tumbled from steveâs lips. eddie knew what he meant, just what steve was ready for, but those words wouldnât be enough, would they? and steve knew better.
he wanted to cry when eddie pulled away from his skin. because eddie didnât plan on collecting that little brown shopping bag on his dresser. no, not yet. he was going to make steve say it.
âcâmon, puppy,â and that earned a whine from steveâs throat, âbe a good boy for me. what are you ready for?â
steve whined. he could cry right now. he really, truthfully could. âthe collar, fuck. âm,â he pauses, throwing his head back again in defeat, âiâm ready for the stupid collar. eddie, please.â
âsee?â eddie hummed, âthatâs all you had to say, sweetheart.â steve pouted as he got off of eddieâs lap.
eddie plucked the collar from the bag. pink. nylon. pretty. that was the one steve decided on. with a silver buckle and a little tag that said âprincessâ on it. itâs cheesy, yes, but hearing eddie mutter the name under his breath made steveâs knees weak. so, princess it was!
the pink accessory dangled from ring adorned fingers, taunting to glossy hazels. steve whined again. just like a puppy whining for a treat.
and truly, steve was just like a puppy, wasnât he? if he had a tail, itâd be wagging. sat at the edge of eddieâs bed now, hazel eyes wide and cheeks flushed a soft pink. just to match his collar. how cute.
âoh, princess,â eddie teased as he unclasped the buckle, âwe should get âproperty of eddie munsonâ engraved on the back of this thing, huh?â when steve responded with just a roll of his eyes, eddie weaved his fingers in the brunette locks on the back of steveâs head and tugged. âwhen i ask a question, you answer. thatâs what good boys do,â his words had little bite, and he delivered them with a playful smirk, but steve still obeyed.
âyes!â he groaned as eddie gave another harsh tug to his hair, âyes, we should, master.â
master. that was new, and fitting for tonight. eddie cooed, âsay that again, princess?â he let go of steveâs hair.
eddieâs fingers then skillfully wrapped the collar around steveâs throat. he fastened the buckle, but not too tight. he checked with two fingers and tugged just to ensure steve could breathe. steve felt like he might just explode. âmaster,â he repeated.
âatâta boy,â eddie muttered as those two fingers rested lightly upon steveâs chin, pushing until steve turned his head. eddie was admiring the collar, how pretty it looked against the sea of olive tones and moles.
steve missed the heat radiating off of eddie fingertips the second they dropped from his face. he nearly whined once more, but eddie was discarding his shirt onto the floor, in a pile with his own, and he couldnât possibly complain about that, now could he?
next, went eddieâs belt. thereâs a connection a more sober steve wouldâve made between the clasp around his neck and the one around eddieâs waist. there was no room in his pretty little head for that then, though. not as eddieâs pants join the pile of clothes on the floor.
steve, still adorned in his own pants, sighed as eddie stepped closer, as he weaved his fingers through his hair once again. this time, though, much more gentle.
âwanâna,â steve started, unprompted. eddie would have to reward him for that later, âwanâna suck your cock.â
eddie chuckled. âso eager to please me, arenât you, princess?â he asked, and steve nodded, loose brunette waves falling into his eyes, âtake those pants off and iâll give you anything your pretty heart desires, puppy.â
with eddieâs help, steveâs pants were on the floor in seconds, forgotten with their various other articles of clothing. those infamous fingers then found the waistband of steveâs white briefs, pulling them off until they were around his ankles. steve proceeded to kick them off, onto the floor with the rest. his cock bounced onto his tummy from there.
eddie had a hole in his heart in the shape of steveâs cock. matching the paler skin of his hips, steveâs cock stood tall with taut balls that were kissed by thick, black pubes. pink at the tip, and gooey there, too. leaking precum into the sea of hair that adorned his tummy. if steve hadnât explicitly asked for eddieâs cock down his throat, heâd have had steveâs down his.
âoh, youâre trying to kill me tonight, arenât you, baby?â he asked as steve leant back on his elbows, giving eddie the biggest, the wettest, the prettiest set of puppy dog eyes.
âi will if you donât get those stupid boxers off soon, munson,â steve bit back, and that just wouldnât fly, would it?
âitâs not munson,â eddie warned, âor eddie, or sweetheart, or baby. itâs master tonight, remember, princess?â he pushed at the waistband of his blue, plaid boxers. âiâll also except sir,â he added as his cock spring free from his underwear, âor daddy.â
steveâs mouth watered, âyes, sir.â
âgood boy,â he whispered as he rounded the foot of the bed, fingers dragging along cotton sheets, âlay down on your back for me, yeah?â
steve didnât need to be asked twice. he obeyed, falling onto his back with his head dangling off of the edge. eddie soon met up with him, leaking cockhead just a mere breath away from steveâs pink lips.
eddieâs cock was beautiful. where he lacked in girth, he made up for inches. pale like the rest of his body, standing tall from a bush of thick pubes, wild and not as well maintained as steveâs. he tapped the wet tip against pouty lips, âopen up, princess.â
steveâs lips parted just enough for eddie to slide right in. a struggled groan died in his throat as his lover pushed into it, slow, easy. right until his balls brushed against steveâs nose.
âfuck,â eddie moaned above steve as he swallowed around him. he pulled out until just the tip resided between those lips. in a desperate move to keep him from pulling completely out, to keep him from teasing, steve licked his leaky slit. eddie groaned.
he slid back in, one hand finding the edge of the bed while the other took interest in the pink nylon tied around steveâs neck. âtap my thigh twice if you need me to stop, sweetheart,â he said as his fingers dipped beneath the collar and held it. steve simply whimpered in response.
his grasp tightened around the collar as his hips increased in vigor. fast, a little sloppy. drool and precum alike split past steveâs lips as he attempted to swallow it all down. it was pointless. it would soon reach his cheeks and, ultimately, his hair. not that he truly carried, though. he couldnât when eddie was balls deep within his throat.
âoh my god,â eddie moaned as he let go of the bed. his spare hand joined his other, both wrapped around the sturdy nylon collar. âtouch yourself, princess,â he groaned, commanded, âcum with me, puppy, fuck.â
steve wrapped a large hand around his cock, the other finding eddieâs thigh. he didnât tap, however. no, he simply dug his nails into the pale, plush flesh whilst he stroked his cock eagerly and in time with eddieâs hips.
the room was so warm. humid. smelt of sex and weed and cigarettes and steve. so overwhelmingly of steve. eddie came at that thought, spilling hot streamers of white down steveâs throat. whatever he didnât swallow split past his lips, decorating his cheeks in eddieâs climax and subsequent drool.
as eddie pulled out, and steve gasped, he came all over his tummy, his hand. his throat ached as he panted, catching his breath with a crooked, fucked out smile. eddie looked down at with admiration, gently stroking his slopped cheek with his thumb.
âthink we should invest in a leash,â his voice was raw, utterly fucked out as he spoke up a few moments later, âjust somethinâ to think about for next time, hm?â
eddie laughed, ânext time?â
steveâs smile grew wider somehow. âyes,â he licked his lips, cleaning of eddieâs residual cum, âmaster.â
steve was just like a fucking puppy. buying a collar for him was just a must.
submissive steve harrington and dominant eddie munson
word count: 1.8k
warnings: SMUT | collaring, blowjobs, messy, messy blowjobs, face-fucking, minor feminization (eddie calls steve princess and puppy), dom/sub dynamic (steve calls eddie master and sir, daddy kink is briefly mentioned), male masturbation, slight pet play (eddie also calls him puppy)
if you prefer to read on archive of our own, follows this link!
it all started out as a joke.
âoh, donât give me that look, harrington,â he smirked when steve frowned, âyou look like a damn puppy.â
âthank you, sweetheart,â he chuckled when steve handed him his lighter, âyouâre such a good boy.â
âwait up, man!â he huffed when steve jogged ahead of him, âdo i gotâta put a damn leash on you?â
a joke. so, why then, is steve standing in the pet store, staring at an array of dog collars?
âwhat about this one?â eddie asked as he plucked a black one from its hanger. it was leather, had a gold buckle. steve had to admit it would look amazing against his olive skin, but it still wasnât the one.
he shook his head. âi told you, man,â steveâs eyes flickered from the collar dangling between eddieâs fingers, ones calloused and adorning chipped black polish, to his eyes, âleatherâs not my thing.â
eddie chuckled, âthe man wants to be collared, but draws the line at leather.â steve rolled his eyes as eddie placed the collar back on the hook.
âi dunâno, eds, maybe,â he paused, taking interest in the floor, on his shoes, rather than the shelf of various collars, âmaybe this was stupid.â
âstupid?â steve didnât need to look up from his feet to know eddie was frowning, âyour curiosity isnât stupid, stevie. exploring your sexual desires isnât stupid. whatâs stupid is how much theyâre charginâ for a damn dog collar. twelve dollars?! youâre lucky youâre cute, harrington.â
âshut up, munson.â
-
steve moaned. delicate, airy as eddie kissed along his jaw. those calloused fingers traveled down the span of steveâs back, further and further, until they were full of soft, plushy, jean-clad ass. steveâs shirt was already long discarded on the floor of eddieâs bedroom. in its rightful place, eddie thought.
as supple, pink lips trailed down his neck, steve tilted his head back with another moan. he sat in eddieâs lap, straddling it as his nails bluntly dug into the other manâs shoulders. eddie gasped sharply against olive skin.
âeddie,â steve sighed as those lips found his chest, âplease, i wanânaâŚâ he trailed off, words turning into little moans as eddie nipped just below his collarbone.
âuse your words, sweetheart,â eddie whispered against his skin. warm, breathy. steve wanted to simply just melt beneath eddieâs lips.
steve lifted his head back up, hazel eyes meeting brown. eddie was so pretty that it was almost unfair. staring up at steve with wide eyes as his big teeth grazed along his skin, along his most sensitive places. how was steve supposed to speak, let alone think?
ââm ready,â the two little words tumbled from steveâs lips. eddie knew what he meant, just what steve was ready for, but those words wouldnât be enough, would they? and steve knew better.
he wanted to cry when eddie pulled away from his skin. because eddie didnât plan on collecting that little brown shopping bag on his dresser. no, not yet. he was going to make steve say it.
âcâmon, puppy,â and that earned a whine from steveâs throat, âbe a good boy for me. what are you ready for?â
steve whined. he could cry right now. he really, truthfully could. âthe collar, fuck. âm,â he pauses, throwing his head back again in defeat, âiâm ready for the stupid collar. eddie, please.â
âsee?â eddie hummed, âthatâs all you had to say, sweetheart.â steve pouted as he got off of eddieâs lap.
eddie plucked the collar from the bag. pink. nylon. pretty. that was the one steve decided on. with a silver buckle and a little tag that said âprincessâ on it. itâs cheesy, yes, but hearing eddie mutter the name under his breath made steveâs knees weak. so, princess it was!
the pink accessory dangled from ring adorned fingers, taunting to glossy hazels. steve whined again. just like a puppy whining for a treat.
and truly, steve was just like a puppy, wasnât he? if he had a tail, itâd be wagging. sat at the edge of eddieâs bed now, hazel eyes wide and cheeks flushed a soft pink. just to match his collar. how cute.
âoh, princess,â eddie teased as he unclasped the buckle, âwe should get âproperty of eddie munsonâ engraved on the back of this thing, huh?â when steve responded with just a roll of his eyes, eddie weaved his fingers in the brunette locks on the back of steveâs head and tugged. âwhen i ask a question, you answer. thatâs what good boys do,â his words had little bite, and he delivered them with a playful smirk, but steve still obeyed.
âyes!â he groaned as eddie gave another harsh tug to his hair, âyes, we should, master.â
master. that was new, and fitting for tonight. eddie cooed, âsay that again, princess?â he let go of steveâs hair.
eddieâs fingers then skillfully wrapped the collar around steveâs throat. he fastened the buckle, but not too tight. he checked with two fingers and tugged just to ensure steve could breathe. steve felt like he might just explode. âmaster,â he repeated.
âatâta boy,â eddie muttered as those two fingers rested lightly upon steveâs chin, pushing until steve turned his head. eddie was admiring the collar, how pretty it looked against the sea of olive tones and moles.
steve missed the heat radiating off of eddie fingertips the second they dropped from his face. he nearly whined once more, but eddie was discarding his shirt onto the floor, in a pile with his own, and he couldnât possibly complain about that, now could he?
next, went eddieâs belt. thereâs a connection a more sober steve wouldâve made between the clasp around his neck and the one around eddieâs waist. there was no room in his pretty little head for that then, though. not as eddieâs pants join the pile of clothes on the floor.
steve, still adorned in his own pants, sighed as eddie stepped closer, as he weaved his fingers through his hair once again. this time, though, much more gentle.
âwanâna,â steve started, unprompted. eddie would have to reward him for that later, âwanâna suck your cock.â
eddie chuckled. âso eager to please me, arenât you, princess?â he asked, and steve nodded, loose brunette waves falling into his eyes, âtake those pants off and iâll give you anything your pretty heart desires, puppy.â
with eddieâs help, steveâs pants were on the floor in seconds, forgotten with their various other articles of clothing. those infamous fingers then found the waistband of steveâs white briefs, pulling them off until they were around his ankles. steve proceeded to kick them off, onto the floor with the rest. his cock bounced onto his tummy from there.
eddie had a hole in his heart in the shape of steveâs cock. matching the paler skin of his hips, steveâs cock stood tall with taut balls that were kissed by thick, black pubes. pink at the tip, and gooey there, too. leaking precum into the sea of hair that adorned his tummy. if steve hadnât explicitly asked for eddieâs cock down his throat, heâd have had steveâs down his.
âoh, youâre trying to kill me tonight, arenât you, baby?â he asked as steve leant back on his elbows, giving eddie the biggest, the wettest, the prettiest set of puppy dog eyes.
âi will if you donât get those stupid boxers off soon, munson,â steve bit back, and that just wouldnât fly, would it?
âitâs not munson,â eddie warned, âor eddie, or sweetheart, or baby. itâs master tonight, remember, princess?â he pushed at the waistband of his blue, plaid boxers. âiâll also except sir,â he added as his cock spring free from his underwear, âor daddy.â
steveâs mouth watered, âyes, sir.â
âgood boy,â he whispered as he rounded the foot of the bed, fingers dragging along cotton sheets, âlay down on your back for me, yeah?â
steve didnât need to be asked twice. he obeyed, falling onto his back with his head dangling off of the edge. eddie soon met up with him, leaking cockhead just a mere breath away from steveâs pink lips.
eddieâs cock was beautiful. where he lacked in girth, he made up for inches. pale like the rest of his body, standing tall from a bush of thick pubes, wild and not as well maintained as steveâs. he tapped the wet tip against pouty lips, âopen up, princess.â
steveâs lips parted just enough for eddie to slide right in. a struggled groan died in his throat as his lover pushed into it, slow, easy. right until his balls brushed against steveâs nose.
âfuck,â eddie moaned above steve as he swallowed around him. he pulled out until just the tip resided between those lips. in a desperate move to keep him from pulling completely out, to keep him from teasing, steve licked his leaky slit. eddie groaned.
he slid back in, one hand finding the edge of the bed while the other took interest in the pink nylon tied around steveâs neck. âtap my thigh twice if you need me to stop, sweetheart,â he said as his fingers dipped beneath the collar and held it. steve simply whimpered in response.
his grasp tightened around the collar as his hips increased in vigor. fast, a little sloppy. drool and precum alike split past steveâs lips as he attempted to swallow it all down. it was pointless. it would soon reach his cheeks and, ultimately, his hair. not that he truly carried, though. he couldnât when eddie was balls deep within his throat.
âoh my god,â eddie moaned as he let go of the bed. his spare hand joined his other, both wrapped around the sturdy nylon collar. âtouch yourself, princess,â he groaned, commanded, âcum with me, puppy, fuck.â
steve wrapped a large hand around his cock, the other finding eddieâs thigh. he didnât tap, however. no, he simply dug his nails into the pale, plush flesh whilst he stroked his cock eagerly and in time with eddieâs hips.
the room was so warm. humid. smelt of sex and weed and cigarettes and steve. so overwhelmingly of steve. eddie came at that thought, spilling hot streamers of white down steveâs throat. whatever he didnât swallow split past his lips, decorating his cheeks in eddieâs climax and subsequent drool.
as eddie pulled out, and steve gasped, he came all over his tummy, his hand. his throat ached as he panted, catching his breath with a crooked, fucked out smile. eddie looked down at with admiration, gently stroking his slopped cheek with his thumb.
âthink we should invest in a leash,â his voice was raw, utterly fucked out as he spoke up a few moments later, âjust somethinâ to think about for next time, hm?â
eddie laughed, ânext time?â
steveâs smile grew wider somehow. âyes,â he licked his lips, cleaning of eddieâs residual cum, âmaster.â
steve was just like a fucking puppy. buying a collar for him was just a must.
submissive steve harrington and dominant eddie munson
word count: 1.8k
warnings: SMUT | collaring, blowjobs, messy, messy blowjobs, face-fucking, minor feminization (eddie calls steve princess and puppy), dom/sub dynamic (steve calls eddie master and sir, daddy kink is briefly mentioned), male masturbation, slight pet play (eddie also calls him puppy)
if you prefer to read on archive of our own, follows this link!
it all started out as a joke.
âoh, donât give me that look, harrington,â he smirked when steve frowned, âyou look like a damn puppy.â
âthank you, sweetheart,â he chuckled when steve handed him his lighter, âyouâre such a good boy.â
âwait up, man!â he huffed when steve jogged ahead of him, âdo i gotâta put a damn leash on you?â
a joke. so, why then, is steve standing in the pet store, staring at an array of dog collars?
âwhat about this one?â eddie asked as he plucked a black one from its hanger. it was leather, had a gold buckle. steve had to admit it would look amazing against his olive skin, but it still wasnât the one.
he shook his head. âi told you, man,â steveâs eyes flickered from the collar dangling between eddieâs fingers, ones calloused and adorning chipped black polish, to his eyes, âleatherâs not my thing.â
eddie chuckled, âthe man wants to be collared, but draws the line at leather.â steve rolled his eyes as eddie placed the collar back on the hook.
âi dunâno, eds, maybe,â he paused, taking interest in the floor, on his shoes, rather than the shelf of various collars, âmaybe this was stupid.â
âstupid?â steve didnât need to look up from his feet to know eddie was frowning, âyour curiosity isnât stupid, stevie. exploring your sexual desires isnât stupid. whatâs stupid is how much theyâre charginâ for a damn dog collar. twelve dollars?! youâre lucky youâre cute, harrington.â
âshut up, munson.â
-
steve moaned. delicate, airy as eddie kissed along his jaw. those calloused fingers traveled down the span of steveâs back, further and further, until they were full of soft, plushy, jean-clad ass. steveâs shirt was already long discarded on the floor of eddieâs bedroom. in its rightful place, eddie thought.
as supple, pink lips trailed down his neck, steve tilted his head back with another moan. he sat in eddieâs lap, straddling it as his nails bluntly dug into the other manâs shoulders. eddie gasped sharply against olive skin.
âeddie,â steve sighed as those lips found his chest, âplease, i wanânaâŚâ he trailed off, words turning into little moans as eddie nipped just below his collarbone.
âuse your words, sweetheart,â eddie whispered against his skin. warm, breathy. steve wanted to simply just melt beneath eddieâs lips.
steve lifted his head back up, hazel eyes meeting brown. eddie was so pretty that it was almost unfair. staring up at steve with wide eyes as his big teeth grazed along his skin, along his most sensitive places. how was steve supposed to speak, let alone think?
ââm ready,â the two little words tumbled from steveâs lips. eddie knew what he meant, just what steve was ready for, but those words wouldnât be enough, would they? and steve knew better.
he wanted to cry when eddie pulled away from his skin. because eddie didnât plan on collecting that little brown shopping bag on his dresser. no, not yet. he was going to make steve say it.
âcâmon, puppy,â and that earned a whine from steveâs throat, âbe a good boy for me. what are you ready for?â
steve whined. he could cry right now. he really, truthfully could. âthe collar, fuck. âm,â he pauses, throwing his head back again in defeat, âiâm ready for the stupid collar. eddie, please.â
âsee?â eddie hummed, âthatâs all you had to say, sweetheart.â steve pouted as he got off of eddieâs lap.
eddie plucked the collar from the bag. pink. nylon. pretty. that was the one steve decided on. with a silver buckle and a little tag that said âprincessâ on it. itâs cheesy, yes, but hearing eddie mutter the name under his breath made steveâs knees weak. so, princess it was!
the pink accessory dangled from ring adorned fingers, taunting to glossy hazels. steve whined again. just like a puppy whining for a treat.
and truly, steve was just like a puppy, wasnât he? if he had a tail, itâd be wagging. sat at the edge of eddieâs bed now, hazel eyes wide and cheeks flushed a soft pink. just to match his collar. how cute.
âoh, princess,â eddie teased as he unclasped the buckle, âwe should get âproperty of eddie munsonâ engraved on the back of this thing, huh?â when steve responded with just a roll of his eyes, eddie weaved his fingers in the brunette locks on the back of steveâs head and tugged. âwhen i ask a question, you answer. thatâs what good boys do,â his words had little bite, and he delivered them with a playful smirk, but steve still obeyed.
âyes!â he groaned as eddie gave another harsh tug to his hair, âyes, we should, master.â
master. that was new, and fitting for tonight. eddie cooed, âsay that again, princess?â he let go of steveâs hair.
eddieâs fingers then skillfully wrapped the collar around steveâs throat. he fastened the buckle, but not too tight. he checked with two fingers and tugged just to ensure steve could breathe. steve felt like he might just explode. âmaster,â he repeated.
âatâta boy,â eddie muttered as those two fingers rested lightly upon steveâs chin, pushing until steve turned his head. eddie was admiring the collar, how pretty it looked against the sea of olive tones and moles.
steve missed the heat radiating off of eddie fingertips the second they dropped from his face. he nearly whined once more, but eddie was discarding his shirt onto the floor, in a pile with his own, and he couldnât possibly complain about that, now could he?
next, went eddieâs belt. thereâs a connection a more sober steve wouldâve made between the clasp around his neck and the one around eddieâs waist. there was no room in his pretty little head for that then, though. not as eddieâs pants join the pile of clothes on the floor.
steve, still adorned in his own pants, sighed as eddie stepped closer, as he weaved his fingers through his hair once again. this time, though, much more gentle.
âwanâna,â steve started, unprompted. eddie would have to reward him for that later, âwanâna suck your cock.â
eddie chuckled. âso eager to please me, arenât you, princess?â he asked, and steve nodded, loose brunette waves falling into his eyes, âtake those pants off and iâll give you anything your pretty heart desires, puppy.â
with eddieâs help, steveâs pants were on the floor in seconds, forgotten with their various other articles of clothing. those infamous fingers then found the waistband of steveâs white briefs, pulling them off until they were around his ankles. steve proceeded to kick them off, onto the floor with the rest. his cock bounced onto his tummy from there.
eddie had a hole in his heart in the shape of steveâs cock. matching the paler skin of his hips, steveâs cock stood tall with taut balls that were kissed by thick, black pubes. pink at the tip, and gooey there, too. leaking precum into the sea of hair that adorned his tummy. if steve hadnât explicitly asked for eddieâs cock down his throat, heâd have had steveâs down his.
âoh, youâre trying to kill me tonight, arenât you, baby?â he asked as steve leant back on his elbows, giving eddie the biggest, the wettest, the prettiest set of puppy dog eyes.
âi will if you donât get those stupid boxers off soon, munson,â steve bit back, and that just wouldnât fly, would it?
âitâs not munson,â eddie warned, âor eddie, or sweetheart, or baby. itâs master tonight, remember, princess?â he pushed at the waistband of his blue, plaid boxers. âiâll also except sir,â he added as his cock spring free from his underwear, âor daddy.â
steveâs mouth watered, âyes, sir.â
âgood boy,â he whispered as he rounded the foot of the bed, fingers dragging along cotton sheets, âlay down on your back for me, yeah?â
steve didnât need to be asked twice. he obeyed, falling onto his back with his head dangling off of the edge. eddie soon met up with him, leaking cockhead just a mere breath away from steveâs pink lips.
eddieâs cock was beautiful. where he lacked in girth, he made up for inches. pale like the rest of his body, standing tall from a bush of thick pubes, wild and not as well maintained as steveâs. he tapped the wet tip against pouty lips, âopen up, princess.â
steveâs lips parted just enough for eddie to slide right in. a struggled groan died in his throat as his lover pushed into it, slow, easy. right until his balls brushed against steveâs nose.
âfuck,â eddie moaned above steve as he swallowed around him. he pulled out until just the tip resided between those lips. in a desperate move to keep him from pulling completely out, to keep him from teasing, steve licked his leaky slit. eddie groaned.
he slid back in, one hand finding the edge of the bed while the other took interest in the pink nylon tied around steveâs neck. âtap my thigh twice if you need me to stop, sweetheart,â he said as his fingers dipped beneath the collar and held it. steve simply whimpered in response.
his grasp tightened around the collar as his hips increased in vigor. fast, a little sloppy. drool and precum alike split past steveâs lips as he attempted to swallow it all down. it was pointless. it would soon reach his cheeks and, ultimately, his hair. not that he truly carried, though. he couldnât when eddie was balls deep within his throat.
âoh my god,â eddie moaned as he let go of the bed. his spare hand joined his other, both wrapped around the sturdy nylon collar. âtouch yourself, princess,â he groaned, commanded, âcum with me, puppy, fuck.â
steve wrapped a large hand around his cock, the other finding eddieâs thigh. he didnât tap, however. no, he simply dug his nails into the pale, plush flesh whilst he stroked his cock eagerly and in time with eddieâs hips.
the room was so warm. humid. smelt of sex and weed and cigarettes and steve. so overwhelmingly of steve. eddie came at that thought, spilling hot streamers of white down steveâs throat. whatever he didnât swallow split past his lips, decorating his cheeks in eddieâs climax and subsequent drool.
as eddie pulled out, and steve gasped, he came all over his tummy, his hand. his throat ached as he panted, catching his breath with a crooked, fucked out smile. eddie looked down at with admiration, gently stroking his slopped cheek with his thumb.
âthink we should invest in a leash,â his voice was raw, utterly fucked out as he spoke up a few moments later, âjust somethinâ to think about for next time, hm?â
eddie laughed, ânext time?â
steveâs smile grew wider somehow. âyes,â he licked his lips, cleaning of eddieâs residual cum, âmaster.â
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steve was just like a fucking puppy. buying a collar for him was just a must.
submissive steve harrington and dominant eddie munson
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warnings: SMUT | collaring, blowjobs, messy, messy blowjobs, face-fucking, minor feminization (eddie calls steve princess and puppy), dom/sub dynamic (steve calls eddie master and sir, daddy kink is briefly mentioned), male masturbation, slight pet play (eddie also calls him puppy)
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it all started out as a joke.
âoh, donât give me that look, harrington,â he smirked when steve frowned, âyou look like a damn puppy.â
âthank you, sweetheart,â he chuckled when steve handed him his lighter, âyouâre such a good boy.â
âwait up, man!â he huffed when steve jogged ahead of him, âdo i gotâta put a damn leash on you?â
a joke. so, why then, is steve standing in the pet store, staring at an array of dog collars?
âwhat about this one?â eddie asked as he plucked a black one from its hanger. it was leather, had a gold buckle. steve had to admit it would look amazing against his olive skin, but it still wasnât the one.
he shook his head. âi told you, man,â steveâs eyes flickered from the collar dangling between eddieâs fingers, ones calloused and adorning chipped black polish, to his eyes, âleatherâs not my thing.â
eddie chuckled, âthe man wants to be collared, but draws the line at leather.â steve rolled his eyes as eddie placed the collar back on the hook.
âi dunâno, eds, maybe,â he paused, taking interest in the floor, on his shoes, rather than the shelf of various collars, âmaybe this was stupid.â
âstupid?â steve didnât need to look up from his feet to know eddie was frowning, âyour curiosity isnât stupid, stevie. exploring your sexual desires isnât stupid. whatâs stupid is how much theyâre charginâ for a damn dog collar. twelve dollars?! youâre lucky youâre cute, harrington.â
âshut up, munson.â
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steve moaned. delicate, airy as eddie kissed along his jaw. those calloused fingers traveled down the span of steveâs back, further and further, until they were full of soft, plushy, jean-clad ass. steveâs shirt was already long discarded on the floor of eddieâs bedroom. in its rightful place, eddie thought.
as supple, pink lips trailed down his neck, steve tilted his head back with another moan. he sat in eddieâs lap, straddling it as his nails bluntly dug into the other manâs shoulders. eddie gasped sharply against olive skin.
âeddie,â steve sighed as those lips found his chest, âplease, i wanânaâŚâ he trailed off, words turning into little moans as eddie nipped just below his collarbone.
âuse your words, sweetheart,â eddie whispered against his skin. warm, breathy. steve wanted to simply just melt beneath eddieâs lips.
steve lifted his head back up, hazel eyes meeting brown. eddie was so pretty that it was almost unfair. staring up at steve with wide eyes as his big teeth grazed along his skin, along his most sensitive places. how was steve supposed to speak, let alone think?
ââm ready,â the two little words tumbled from steveâs lips. eddie knew what he meant, just what steve was ready for, but those words wouldnât be enough, would they? and steve knew better.
he wanted to cry when eddie pulled away from his skin. because eddie didnât plan on collecting that little brown shopping bag on his dresser. no, not yet. he was going to make steve say it.
âcâmon, puppy,â and that earned a whine from steveâs throat, âbe a good boy for me. what are you ready for?â
steve whined. he could cry right now. he really, truthfully could. âthe collar, fuck. âm,â he pauses, throwing his head back again in defeat, âiâm ready for the stupid collar. eddie, please.â
âsee?â eddie hummed, âthatâs all you had to say, sweetheart.â steve pouted as he got off of eddieâs lap.
eddie plucked the collar from the bag. pink. nylon. pretty. that was the one steve decided on. with a silver buckle and a little tag that said âprincessâ on it. itâs cheesy, yes, but hearing eddie mutter the name under his breath made steveâs knees weak. so, princess it was!
the pink accessory dangled from ring adorned fingers, taunting to glossy hazels. steve whined again. just like a puppy whining for a treat.
and truly, steve was just like a puppy, wasnât he? if he had a tail, itâd be wagging. sat at the edge of eddieâs bed now, hazel eyes wide and cheeks flushed a soft pink. just to match his collar. how cute.
âoh, princess,â eddie teased as he unclasped the buckle, âwe should get âproperty of eddie munsonâ engraved on the back of this thing, huh?â when steve responded with just a roll of his eyes, eddie weaved his fingers in the brunette locks on the back of steveâs head and tugged. âwhen i ask a question, you answer. thatâs what good boys do,â his words had little bite, and he delivered them with a playful smirk, but steve still obeyed.
âyes!â he groaned as eddie gave another harsh tug to his hair, âyes, we should, master.â
master. that was new, and fitting for tonight. eddie cooed, âsay that again, princess?â he let go of steveâs hair.
eddieâs fingers then skillfully wrapped the collar around steveâs throat. he fastened the buckle, but not too tight. he checked with two fingers and tugged just to ensure steve could breathe. steve felt like he might just explode. âmaster,â he repeated.
âatâta boy,â eddie muttered as those two fingers rested lightly upon steveâs chin, pushing until steve turned his head. eddie was admiring the collar, how pretty it looked against the sea of olive tones and moles.
steve missed the heat radiating off of eddie fingertips the second they dropped from his face. he nearly whined once more, but eddie was discarding his shirt onto the floor, in a pile with his own, and he couldnât possibly complain about that, now could he?
next, went eddieâs belt. thereâs a connection a more sober steve wouldâve made between the clasp around his neck and the one around eddieâs waist. there was no room in his pretty little head for that then, though. not as eddieâs pants join the pile of clothes on the floor.
steve, still adorned in his own pants, sighed as eddie stepped closer, as he weaved his fingers through his hair once again. this time, though, much more gentle.
âwanâna,â steve started, unprompted. eddie would have to reward him for that later, âwanâna suck your cock.â
eddie chuckled. âso eager to please me, arenât you, princess?â he asked, and steve nodded, loose brunette waves falling into his eyes, âtake those pants off and iâll give you anything your pretty heart desires, puppy.â
with eddieâs help, steveâs pants were on the floor in seconds, forgotten with their various other articles of clothing. those infamous fingers then found the waistband of steveâs white briefs, pulling them off until they were around his ankles. steve proceeded to kick them off, onto the floor with the rest. his cock bounced onto his tummy from there.
eddie had a hole in his heart in the shape of steveâs cock. matching the paler skin of his hips, steveâs cock stood tall with taut balls that were kissed by thick, black pubes. pink at the tip, and gooey there, too. leaking precum into the sea of hair that adorned his tummy. if steve hadnât explicitly asked for eddieâs cock down his throat, heâd have had steveâs down his.
âoh, youâre trying to kill me tonight, arenât you, baby?â he asked as steve leant back on his elbows, giving eddie the biggest, the wettest, the prettiest set of puppy dog eyes.
âi will if you donât get those stupid boxers off soon, munson,â steve bit back, and that just wouldnât fly, would it?
âitâs not munson,â eddie warned, âor eddie, or sweetheart, or baby. itâs master tonight, remember, princess?â he pushed at the waistband of his blue, plaid boxers. âiâll also except sir,â he added as his cock spring free from his underwear, âor daddy.â
steveâs mouth watered, âyes, sir.â
âgood boy,â he whispered as he rounded the foot of the bed, fingers dragging along cotton sheets, âlay down on your back for me, yeah?â
steve didnât need to be asked twice. he obeyed, falling onto his back with his head dangling off of the edge. eddie soon met up with him, leaking cockhead just a mere breath away from steveâs pink lips.
eddieâs cock was beautiful. where he lacked in girth, he made up for inches. pale like the rest of his body, standing tall from a bush of thick pubes, wild and not as well maintained as steveâs. he tapped the wet tip against pouty lips, âopen up, princess.â
steveâs lips parted just enough for eddie to slide right in. a struggled groan died in his throat as his lover pushed into it, slow, easy. right until his balls brushed against steveâs nose.
âfuck,â eddie moaned above steve as he swallowed around him. he pulled out until just the tip resided between those lips. in a desperate move to keep him from pulling completely out, to keep him from teasing, steve licked his leaky slit. eddie groaned.
he slid back in, one hand finding the edge of the bed while the other took interest in the pink nylon tied around steveâs neck. âtap my thigh twice if you need me to stop, sweetheart,â he said as his fingers dipped beneath the collar and held it. steve simply whimpered in response.
his grasp tightened around the collar as his hips increased in vigor. fast, a little sloppy. drool and precum alike split past steveâs lips as he attempted to swallow it all down. it was pointless. it would soon reach his cheeks and, ultimately, his hair. not that he truly carried, though. he couldnât when eddie was balls deep within his throat.
âoh my god,â eddie moaned as he let go of the bed. his spare hand joined his other, both wrapped around the sturdy nylon collar. âtouch yourself, princess,â he groaned, commanded, âcum with me, puppy, fuck.â
steve wrapped a large hand around his cock, the other finding eddieâs thigh. he didnât tap, however. no, he simply dug his nails into the pale, plush flesh whilst he stroked his cock eagerly and in time with eddieâs hips.
the room was so warm. humid. smelt of sex and weed and cigarettes and steve. so overwhelmingly of steve. eddie came at that thought, spilling hot streamers of white down steveâs throat. whatever he didnât swallow split past his lips, decorating his cheeks in eddieâs climax and subsequent drool.
as eddie pulled out, and steve gasped, he came all over his tummy, his hand. his throat ached as he panted, catching his breath with a crooked, fucked out smile. eddie looked down at with admiration, gently stroking his slopped cheek with his thumb.
âthink we should invest in a leash,â his voice was raw, utterly fucked out as he spoke up a few moments later, âjust somethinâ to think about for next time, hm?â
eddie laughed, ânext time?â
steveâs smile grew wider somehow. âyes,â he licked his lips, cleaning of eddieâs residual cum, âmaster.â
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Sleep. A state of reduced mental and physical activity in which consciousness is altered and sensory activity is inhibited to a certain extent. And in Eddieâs own, humble opinion; a state in which Steve Harrington looks his prettiest. His most,, well, whatâs the word for it? Relaxed! His most relaxed. Most nights at least. When there are no furrowed brows plaguing his features, no frowns that might warrant any signs of aging, ones that Steve would only fret about later; and the cycle continues. A state in which he doesnât have to worry about all of the problems of the world outside of this bed. No parents, no kids getting themselves into trouble, no inter-dimensional monsters reigning down on Hawkins. It was just him, and Eddie. And blissful slumber. And the best part; Steve looked absolutely delectable like this.
Dressed in nothing but his stupid little green basketball shorts, and one of Eddieâs shirts (one, very loved, very worn Black Sabbath shirt, cut tastefully into a crop top). His lips parted, and puffy, and is thatâ is that drool? It was! Glistening at the corner of his mouth and pooling on his pillow. He looks dewey, flushed. Ethereal. Eddie could write novels about him. He just might change professions and do so.
Steveâs brows pinch at the bridge of his nose. His lips turn downwards into a soft little frown within seconds, and Eddieâs big brown, doe eyes watch as he rolls over to be on his tummy, rather than on his side, and facing him. His head is turned away, and he hikes a leg up. The mattress squeaks the slightest bit underneath them, and the sheets fall delicately from his body with his movements. And Eddie would surely be ostracized if anyone ever found out the filth that runs rampant behind an innocent gaze. He couldnât help it though! Not with Steveâs ass on display like that. Luckily for Eddie though, his counterpart wouldnât mind all that much. After all, Steve was the one to bring up this whole idea. He was the one to confess that heâd dreamt of being played with, ogled over during his sleep. By Eddie. Came to him with a whole, huge spiel about it actually.
âSoâ I mean,, you donât think Iâm some total freakshow for it? Because likeâ look, man, I totally get it if you do. Itâs not everyday some guy,, some guy asks for something like that, right?â
Like that. Hesitant, as if Steve canât even begin to even think about what he just asked for. Like it was embarrassing. Something that shouldnât even be spoken, lest he be outed as some kind of kinky freak in the sheets. And to be fair, he was.
âSteve,â Eddie canât help the smile that spreads out across his cheeks, and god, help him when he snorts trying to choke back a laugh, only to receive a warning in the form of Steve exhaling rather hastily through pursed lips, crossing his arms in front of his broad chest. âStevie, darling, light of my life, please tell me youâre joking. Take a look at who youâre talking to. If anyone should be judged here, itâs me, really!â
Steve isnât convinced. Nor, is he amused. That look on his face doesnât falter in any capacity. In fact, it deepens. Those pursed lips turn into a scowl, and he huffs yet again, but before he can retaliateâ Eddie can hear him now! âCome on Eddie, canât you ever take me seriously?ââ he jumps in.
âLookâ Iâm just saying⌠you donât have anything to worry about, man. Not with me. Iâm into much worse shit, and you know it, baby. Plus,,â And Eddie smiles. Bashful in a way because Steve is the expert at that, his eyes twinkling as he climbs up onto his knees to inch his way closer to the brunette tucked into the corner of his bed. Their noses brush, and he hums. One of Eddieâs ring clad hands finds Steveâs cheek. âI think itâs cute. Honorable even. I shouldnât waste my time just watching you all night. Not when you just want to make yourself useful, even in sleep,, isnât that right, sweetheart?â
That finally gets a smile. The corners of Steveâs pouty, pink lips quirk up, and his skin burns under Eddieâs touch. âRight.â
Right. Of course, deeper, more in depth conversations were a must before they couldâve gotten to this point, and theyâve had them, multiple times over but if anything, Steveâs been waiting for this. He was very specific too in his request. He didnât want to know when Eddie might do it. He didnât want to be warned. He just wanted to be woken up, stuffed full. Or better yet! He wanted to wake up in the morning with cum dripping down his thighs. Having been completely unaware of what happened while he was unconscious. Eddie wonders what outcome theyâll get tonight. He guesses heâll have to just wait and see.
Now though. Now, heâs reaching out. His hand, large with calloused fingers finds the span of Steveâs back, and rubs lightly as he coaxes himself into a new position, propped up on an elbow. He runs it down the curve of his spine, and lifts up the hem of his crop top. Fingers tread carefully over olive toned, mole-kissed skin. He traces over them for a moment, his breath shaky as he connects mole to mole, as if creating little constellations with every single little mark. And then his fingers dip down further. Dipping past the waistband of those shorts, and tugging them down, slowly as he can possibly bear to go. Further, and further, until⌠there we go!
âOh, Stevie,,â Whispered, gentle words, as if this was some sort of sight to be marveled, completely awe-struck. If there was one thing about Steve that Eddie couldnât get enough of, it was the hair that covered nearly every crevice of his damn body. His chest, his ass, his tummy, his thighs,, that iconic head of hair. He wasnât called Steve âThe Hairâ Harrington for nothing, right?
He groans. Watches with intent as he lets the tips of twoâ yes, you heard it correctly, twoâ fingers massage the entrance of his hole, and really, itâs criminal the way they slip inside so easily. Stretched out already from that morning, with residual cum coating the pads of his fingers already. He didnât need any of the extra help, but it wouldnât hurt right? Just in case. It gets Steve hard too. A half chub bulging, and still enveloped in nothing but green shorts as theyâve just been pushed down to reveal whatâs needed. Eddie leans in closer, and pushes his lips against Steveâs shoulder. Places kiss after kiss to the broadness, until his fingers have sunk in down to the knuckle, and just as he does, it gets a soft gasp in response. A little shift in movement, Steve rutting his hips backwards. Eddie halts.
It turns out to be a false alarm. Always such a deep sleeper, this one is. Thank god.
He begins to move. Fingering Steve slow, but deep, until he begins curling them. Pushing against plushy, searing hot walls, sinking them in, and bringing them back out in fluid motions, over and over again, until all of those little intricate subtitles of an oncoming orgasm begin to sprinkle their way into Steveâs body language. Squirming, heavy breathing, furrowed brows, a rosiness to his skin. He canât help but wonder if heâs dreaming. If Steve was just the slightest bit aware of what was happening right now. His fingers slip out.
âYou ready, big boy?â He teases, rhetorical, of course because he isnât looking for an answer here. No, Steve was to stay asleep, but Eddie couldnât help but run his mouth, even when the situation didnât call for it. He reaches blindly for the lube in his bedside drawer, and snaps it open with an ease you can only really achieve with pure muscle memory. His other hand pushes down his boxers until his cock bounces out from its confines, and in seconds heâs lubing it up. He hisses when it makes contact with his skin, cold to the touch as it squirts out of the bottle. With that tacky bottle discarded somewhere on the bed, he scoots over, one hand on his cock as he spreads the slippery lubricant over it, fully, lining up with Steveâs hole. Gaped open, and ready for the taking. âYouâve been so good for me.â
As he pushes in, heâs met with no resistance. Steve is supple, and warm, tight around him, and it takes all the effort Eddie can muster not to live the rest of his life as a one pump chump, but miraculously, he doesnât cum. Yet. First the tip. Then he sinks in halfway. He has to stop again there, one hand, lubed covered on Steveâs hip, and the other positioned above his head. He wrings his pillow between his fingers with a groan, a strained nose that he tries to hold back. Holy shit. Closer, closer. He eases back in, just a few more inches, untilâ Jesus Christ.
âEddie.â Hazel eyes snap open, frantic, just for a moment, though theyâre clearly glazed over with a certain sleepiness. A hand finds Eddieâs hip, weak, and fingernails dig into his skin, but Steve doesnât push. He doesnât voice any sort of want for it to stop. âDaddy. Oh, sâfull. Sâso,, shit. Mâtired.â
Eddie smiles. Letâs out a breathy excuse of a laugh, and leans in. He noses at Steveâs jaw, his breath hot and damp against his skin. He ruts his hips forward, knocking out another gasp from the boy beneath him. Oh, Steve was so perfect wasnât he? So pliant, and by the looks of it, seconds away from letting Eddie fuck him right back to sleep.
âOh, you poor thing. Just rest your head for me, Stevie,, daddyâs got you.â
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Iâm so excited to announce that after a bit of a hiatus in writing, Iâll be participating in kinktober this year! below is my compiled list of stranger things one shots that iâll be adding here once theyâre released fully, and the other half will be listed on my american horror story account, @twinkiemaximoff â Iâm also collaborating with the lovely @munsoncoffin who will be posting a list of their own!
note; this list will include steddie, and a hint of harringroveson!! i wonât be writing x reader, nor will i be writing any other ships!!