corroded

it all started out as a joke.

“oh, don’t give me that look, harrington,” he smirked when steve frowned, “you look like a damn puppy.”

“thank you, sweetheart,” he chuckled when steve handed him his lighter, “you’re such a good boy.”

“wait up, man!” he huffed when steve jogged ahead of him, “do i got’ta put a damn leash on you?”

a joke. so, why then, is steve standing in the pet store, staring at an array of dog collars?

“what about this one?” 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 wasn’t the one.

he shook his head. “i told you, man,” steve’s eyes flickered from the collar dangling between eddie’s fingers, ones calloused and adorning chipped black polish, to his eyes, “leather’s not my thing.”

eddie chuckled, “the man wants to be collared, but draws the line at leather.” steve rolled his eyes as eddie placed the collar back on the hook.

“i dun’no, eds, maybe,” he paused, taking interest in the floor, on his shoes, rather than the shelf of various collars, “maybe this was stupid.”

“stupid?” steve didn’t need to look up from his feet to know eddie was frowning, “your curiosity isn’t stupid, stevie. exploring your sexual desires isn’t stupid. what’s stupid is how much they’re chargin’ for a damn dog collar. twelve dollars?! you’re lucky you’re cute, harrington.”

“shut up, munson.”

-

steve moaned. delicate, airy as eddie kissed along his jaw. those calloused fingers traveled down the span of steve’s back, further and further, until they were full of soft, plushy, jean-clad ass. steve’s shirt was already long discarded on the floor of eddie’s 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 eddie’s lap, straddling it as his nails bluntly dug into the other man’s shoulders. eddie gasped sharply against olive skin.

“eddie,” steve sighed as those lips found his chest, “please, i wan’na…” he trailed off, words turning into little moans as eddie nipped just below his collarbone.

“use your words, sweetheart,” eddie whispered against his skin. warm, breathy. steve wanted to simply just melt beneath eddie’s 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?

“‘m ready,” the two little words tumbled from steve’s lips. eddie knew what he meant, just what steve was ready for, but those words wouldn’t be enough, would they? and steve knew better.

he wanted to cry when eddie pulled away from his skin. because eddie didn’t plan on collecting that little brown shopping bag on his dresser. no, not yet. he was going to make steve say it.

“c’mon, puppy,” and that earned a whine from steve’s throat, “be a good boy for me. what are you ready for?”

steve whined. he could cry right now. he really, truthfully could. “the collar, fuck. ‘m,” he pauses, throwing his head back again in defeat, “i’m ready for the stupid collar. eddie, please.”

“see?” eddie hummed, “that’s all you had to say, sweetheart.” steve pouted as he got off of eddie’s 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 ‘princess’ on it. it’s cheesy, yes, but hearing eddie mutter the name under his breath made steve’s 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, wasn’t he? if he had a tail, it’d be wagging. sat at the edge of eddie’s bed now, hazel eyes wide and cheeks flushed a soft pink. just to match his collar. how cute.

“oh, princess,” eddie teased as he unclasped the buckle, “we should get ‘property of eddie munson’ engraved on the back of this thing, huh?” when steve responded with just a roll of his eyes, eddie weaved his fingers in the brunette locks on the back of steve’s head and tugged. “when i ask a question, you answer. that’s what good boys do,” his words had little bite, and he delivered them with a playful smirk, but steve still obeyed.

“yes!” he groaned as eddie gave another harsh tug to his hair, “yes, we should, master.”

master. that was new, and fitting for tonight. eddie cooed, “say that again, princess?” he let go of steve’s hair.

eddie’s fingers then skillfully wrapped the collar around steve’s 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. “master,” he repeated.

“at’ta boy,” eddie muttered as those two fingers rested lightly upon steve’s 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 couldn’t possibly complain about that, now could he?

next, went eddie’s belt. there’s a connection a more sober steve would’ve made between the clasp around his neck and the one around eddie’s waist. there was no room in his pretty little head for that then, though. not as eddie’s 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.

“wan’na,” steve started, unprompted. eddie would have to reward him for that later, “wan’na suck your cock.”

eddie chuckled. “so eager to please me, aren’t you, princess?” he asked, and steve nodded, loose brunette waves falling into his eyes, “take those pants off and i’ll give you anything your pretty heart desires, puppy.”

with eddie’s help, steve’s pants were on the floor in seconds, forgotten with their various other articles of clothing. those infamous fingers then found the waistband of steve’s 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 steve’s cock. matching the paler skin of his hips, steve’s 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 hadn’t explicitly asked for eddie’s cock down his throat, he’d have had steve’s down his.

“oh, you’re trying to kill me tonight, aren’t you, baby?” he asked as steve leant back on his elbows, giving eddie the biggest, the wettest, the prettiest set of puppy dog eyes.

“i will if you don’t get those stupid boxers off soon, munson,” steve bit back, and that just wouldn’t fly, would it?

“it’s not munson,” eddie warned, “or eddie, or sweetheart, or baby. it’s master tonight, remember, princess?” he pushed at the waistband of his blue, plaid boxers. “i’ll also except sir,” he added as his cock spring free from his underwear, “or daddy.”

steve’s mouth watered, “yes, sir.”

“good boy,” he whispered as he rounded the foot of the bed, fingers dragging along cotton sheets, “lay down on your back for me, yeah?”

steve didn’t 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 steve’s pink lips.

eddie’s 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 steve’s. he tapped the wet tip against pouty lips, “open up, princess.”

steve’s 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 steve’s nose.

“fuck,” 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 steve’s neck. “tap my thigh twice if you need me to stop, sweetheart,” 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 steve’s 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 couldn’t when eddie was balls deep within his throat.

“oh my god,” eddie moaned as he let go of the bed. his spare hand joined his other, both wrapped around the sturdy nylon collar. “touch yourself, princess,” he groaned, commanded, “cum with me, puppy, fuck.”

steve wrapped a large hand around his cock, the other finding eddie’s thigh. he didn’t tap, however. no, he simply dug his nails into the pale, plush flesh whilst he stroked his cock eagerly and in time with eddie’s 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 steve’s throat. whatever he didn’t swallow split past his lips, decorating his cheeks in eddie’s 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.

“think we should invest in a leash,” his voice was raw, utterly fucked out as he spoke up a few moments later, “just somethin’ to think about for next time, hm?”

eddie laughed, “next time?”

it all started out as a joke.

“oh, don’t give me that look, harrington,” he smirked when steve frowned, “you look like a damn puppy.”

“thank you, sweetheart,” he chuckled when steve handed him his lighter, “you’re such a good boy.”

“wait up, man!” he huffed when steve jogged ahead of him, “do i got’ta put a damn leash on you?”

a joke. so, why then, is steve standing in the pet store, staring at an array of dog collars?

“what about this one?” 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 wasn’t the one.

he shook his head. “i told you, man,” steve’s eyes flickered from the collar dangling between eddie’s fingers, ones calloused and adorning chipped black polish, to his eyes, “leather’s not my thing.”

eddie chuckled, “the man wants to be collared, but draws the line at leather.” steve rolled his eyes as eddie placed the collar back on the hook.

“i dun’no, eds, maybe,” he paused, taking interest in the floor, on his shoes, rather than the shelf of various collars, “maybe this was stupid.”

“stupid?” steve didn’t need to look up from his feet to know eddie was frowning, “your curiosity isn’t stupid, stevie. exploring your sexual desires isn’t stupid. what’s stupid is how much they’re chargin’ for a damn dog collar. twelve dollars?! you’re lucky you’re cute, harrington.”

“shut up, munson.”

-

steve moaned. delicate, airy as eddie kissed along his jaw. those calloused fingers traveled down the span of steve’s back, further and further, until they were full of soft, plushy, jean-clad ass. steve’s shirt was already long discarded on the floor of eddie’s 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 eddie’s lap, straddling it as his nails bluntly dug into the other man’s shoulders. eddie gasped sharply against olive skin.

“eddie,” steve sighed as those lips found his chest, “please, i wan’na…” he trailed off, words turning into little moans as eddie nipped just below his collarbone.

“use your words, sweetheart,” eddie whispered against his skin. warm, breathy. steve wanted to simply just melt beneath eddie’s 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?

“‘m ready,” the two little words tumbled from steve’s lips. eddie knew what he meant, just what steve was ready for, but those words wouldn’t be enough, would they? and steve knew better.

he wanted to cry when eddie pulled away from his skin. because eddie didn’t plan on collecting that little brown shopping bag on his dresser. no, not yet. he was going to make steve say it.

“c’mon, puppy,” and that earned a whine from steve’s throat, “be a good boy for me. what are you ready for?”

steve whined. he could cry right now. he really, truthfully could. “the collar, fuck. ‘m,” he pauses, throwing his head back again in defeat, “i’m ready for the stupid collar. eddie, please.”

“see?” eddie hummed, “that’s all you had to say, sweetheart.” steve pouted as he got off of eddie’s 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 ‘princess’ on it. it’s cheesy, yes, but hearing eddie mutter the name under his breath made steve’s 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, wasn’t he? if he had a tail, it’d be wagging. sat at the edge of eddie’s bed now, hazel eyes wide and cheeks flushed a soft pink. just to match his collar. how cute.

“oh, princess,” eddie teased as he unclasped the buckle, “we should get ‘property of eddie munson’ engraved on the back of this thing, huh?” when steve responded with just a roll of his eyes, eddie weaved his fingers in the brunette locks on the back of steve’s head and tugged. “when i ask a question, you answer. that’s what good boys do,” his words had little bite, and he delivered them with a playful smirk, but steve still obeyed.

“yes!” he groaned as eddie gave another harsh tug to his hair, “yes, we should, master.”

master. that was new, and fitting for tonight. eddie cooed, “say that again, princess?” he let go of steve’s hair.

eddie’s fingers then skillfully wrapped the collar around steve’s 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. “master,” he repeated.

“at’ta boy,” eddie muttered as those two fingers rested lightly upon steve’s 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 couldn’t possibly complain about that, now could he?

next, went eddie’s belt. there’s a connection a more sober steve would’ve made between the clasp around his neck and the one around eddie’s waist. there was no room in his pretty little head for that then, though. not as eddie’s 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.

“wan’na,” steve started, unprompted. eddie would have to reward him for that later, “wan’na suck your cock.”

eddie chuckled. “so eager to please me, aren’t you, princess?” he asked, and steve nodded, loose brunette waves falling into his eyes, “take those pants off and i’ll give you anything your pretty heart desires, puppy.”

with eddie’s help, steve’s pants were on the floor in seconds, forgotten with their various other articles of clothing. those infamous fingers then found the waistband of steve’s 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 steve’s cock. matching the paler skin of his hips, steve’s 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 hadn’t explicitly asked for eddie’s cock down his throat, he’d have had steve’s down his.

“oh, you’re trying to kill me tonight, aren’t you, baby?” he asked as steve leant back on his elbows, giving eddie the biggest, the wettest, the prettiest set of puppy dog eyes.

“i will if you don’t get those stupid boxers off soon, munson,” steve bit back, and that just wouldn’t fly, would it?

“it’s not munson,” eddie warned, “or eddie, or sweetheart, or baby. it’s master tonight, remember, princess?” he pushed at the waistband of his blue, plaid boxers. “i’ll also except sir,” he added as his cock spring free from his underwear, “or daddy.”

steve’s mouth watered, “yes, sir.”

“good boy,” he whispered as he rounded the foot of the bed, fingers dragging along cotton sheets, “lay down on your back for me, yeah?”

steve didn’t 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 steve’s pink lips.

eddie’s 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 steve’s. he tapped the wet tip against pouty lips, “open up, princess.”

steve’s 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 steve’s nose.

“fuck,” 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 steve’s neck. “tap my thigh twice if you need me to stop, sweetheart,” 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 steve’s 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 couldn’t when eddie was balls deep within his throat.

“oh my god,” eddie moaned as he let go of the bed. his spare hand joined his other, both wrapped around the sturdy nylon collar. “touch yourself, princess,” he groaned, commanded, “cum with me, puppy, fuck.”

steve wrapped a large hand around his cock, the other finding eddie’s thigh. he didn’t tap, however. no, he simply dug his nails into the pale, plush flesh whilst he stroked his cock eagerly and in time with eddie’s 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 steve’s throat. whatever he didn’t swallow split past his lips, decorating his cheeks in eddie’s 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.

“think we should invest in a leash,” his voice was raw, utterly fucked out as he spoke up a few moments later, “just somethin’ to think about for next time, hm?”

eddie laughed, “next time?”

it all started out as a joke.

“oh, don’t give me that look, harrington,” he smirked when steve frowned, “you look like a damn puppy.”

“thank you, sweetheart,” he chuckled when steve handed him his lighter, “you’re such a good boy.”

“wait up, man!” he huffed when steve jogged ahead of him, “do i got’ta put a damn leash on you?”

a joke. so, why then, is steve standing in the pet store, staring at an array of dog collars?

“what about this one?” 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 wasn’t the one.

he shook his head. “i told you, man,” steve’s eyes flickered from the collar dangling between eddie’s fingers, ones calloused and adorning chipped black polish, to his eyes, “leather’s not my thing.”

eddie chuckled, “the man wants to be collared, but draws the line at leather.” steve rolled his eyes as eddie placed the collar back on the hook.

“i dun’no, eds, maybe,” he paused, taking interest in the floor, on his shoes, rather than the shelf of various collars, “maybe this was stupid.”

“stupid?” steve didn’t need to look up from his feet to know eddie was frowning, “your curiosity isn’t stupid, stevie. exploring your sexual desires isn’t stupid. what’s stupid is how much they’re chargin’ for a damn dog collar. twelve dollars?! you’re lucky you’re cute, harrington.”

“shut up, munson.”

-

steve moaned. delicate, airy as eddie kissed along his jaw. those calloused fingers traveled down the span of steve’s back, further and further, until they were full of soft, plushy, jean-clad ass. steve’s shirt was already long discarded on the floor of eddie’s 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 eddie’s lap, straddling it as his nails bluntly dug into the other man’s shoulders. eddie gasped sharply against olive skin.

“eddie,” steve sighed as those lips found his chest, “please, i wan’na…” he trailed off, words turning into little moans as eddie nipped just below his collarbone.

“use your words, sweetheart,” eddie whispered against his skin. warm, breathy. steve wanted to simply just melt beneath eddie’s 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?

“‘m ready,” the two little words tumbled from steve’s lips. eddie knew what he meant, just what steve was ready for, but those words wouldn’t be enough, would they? and steve knew better.

he wanted to cry when eddie pulled away from his skin. because eddie didn’t plan on collecting that little brown shopping bag on his dresser. no, not yet. he was going to make steve say it.

“c’mon, puppy,” and that earned a whine from steve’s throat, “be a good boy for me. what are you ready for?”

steve whined. he could cry right now. he really, truthfully could. “the collar, fuck. ‘m,” he pauses, throwing his head back again in defeat, “i’m ready for the stupid collar. eddie, please.”

“see?” eddie hummed, “that’s all you had to say, sweetheart.” steve pouted as he got off of eddie’s 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 ‘princess’ on it. it’s cheesy, yes, but hearing eddie mutter the name under his breath made steve’s 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, wasn’t he? if he had a tail, it’d be wagging. sat at the edge of eddie’s bed now, hazel eyes wide and cheeks flushed a soft pink. just to match his collar. how cute.

“oh, princess,” eddie teased as he unclasped the buckle, “we should get ‘property of eddie munson’ engraved on the back of this thing, huh?” when steve responded with just a roll of his eyes, eddie weaved his fingers in the brunette locks on the back of steve’s head and tugged. “when i ask a question, you answer. that’s what good boys do,” his words had little bite, and he delivered them with a playful smirk, but steve still obeyed.

“yes!” he groaned as eddie gave another harsh tug to his hair, “yes, we should, master.”

master. that was new, and fitting for tonight. eddie cooed, “say that again, princess?” he let go of steve’s hair.

eddie’s fingers then skillfully wrapped the collar around steve’s 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. “master,” he repeated.

“at’ta boy,” eddie muttered as those two fingers rested lightly upon steve’s 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 couldn’t possibly complain about that, now could he?

next, went eddie’s belt. there’s a connection a more sober steve would’ve made between the clasp around his neck and the one around eddie’s waist. there was no room in his pretty little head for that then, though. not as eddie’s 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.

“wan’na,” steve started, unprompted. eddie would have to reward him for that later, “wan’na suck your cock.”

eddie chuckled. “so eager to please me, aren’t you, princess?” he asked, and steve nodded, loose brunette waves falling into his eyes, “take those pants off and i’ll give you anything your pretty heart desires, puppy.”

with eddie’s help, steve’s pants were on the floor in seconds, forgotten with their various other articles of clothing. those infamous fingers then found the waistband of steve’s 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 steve’s cock. matching the paler skin of his hips, steve’s 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 hadn’t explicitly asked for eddie’s cock down his throat, he’d have had steve’s down his.

“oh, you’re trying to kill me tonight, aren’t you, baby?” he asked as steve leant back on his elbows, giving eddie the biggest, the wettest, the prettiest set of puppy dog eyes.

“i will if you don’t get those stupid boxers off soon, munson,” steve bit back, and that just wouldn’t fly, would it?

“it’s not munson,” eddie warned, “or eddie, or sweetheart, or baby. it’s master tonight, remember, princess?” he pushed at the waistband of his blue, plaid boxers. “i’ll also except sir,” he added as his cock spring free from his underwear, “or daddy.”

steve’s mouth watered, “yes, sir.”

“good boy,” he whispered as he rounded the foot of the bed, fingers dragging along cotton sheets, “lay down on your back for me, yeah?”

steve didn’t 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 steve’s pink lips.

eddie’s 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 steve’s. he tapped the wet tip against pouty lips, “open up, princess.”

steve’s 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 steve’s nose.

“fuck,” 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 steve’s neck. “tap my thigh twice if you need me to stop, sweetheart,” 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 steve’s 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 couldn’t when eddie was balls deep within his throat.

“oh my god,” eddie moaned as he let go of the bed. his spare hand joined his other, both wrapped around the sturdy nylon collar. “touch yourself, princess,” he groaned, commanded, “cum with me, puppy, fuck.”

steve wrapped a large hand around his cock, the other finding eddie’s thigh. he didn’t tap, however. no, he simply dug his nails into the pale, plush flesh whilst he stroked his cock eagerly and in time with eddie’s 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 steve’s throat. whatever he didn’t swallow split past his lips, decorating his cheeks in eddie’s 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.

“think we should invest in a leash,” his voice was raw, utterly fucked out as he spoke up a few moments later, “just somethin’ to think about for next time, hm?”

eddie laughed, “next time?”

it all started out as a joke.

“oh, don’t give me that look, harrington,” he smirked when steve frowned, “you look like a damn puppy.”

“thank you, sweetheart,” he chuckled when steve handed him his lighter, “you’re such a good boy.”

“wait up, man!” he huffed when steve jogged ahead of him, “do i got’ta put a damn leash on you?”

a joke. so, why then, is steve standing in the pet store, staring at an array of dog collars?

“what about this one?” 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 wasn’t the one.

he shook his head. “i told you, man,” steve’s eyes flickered from the collar dangling between eddie’s fingers, ones calloused and adorning chipped black polish, to his eyes, “leather’s not my thing.”

eddie chuckled, “the man wants to be collared, but draws the line at leather.” steve rolled his eyes as eddie placed the collar back on the hook.

“i dun’no, eds, maybe,” he paused, taking interest in the floor, on his shoes, rather than the shelf of various collars, “maybe this was stupid.”

“stupid?” steve didn’t need to look up from his feet to know eddie was frowning, “your curiosity isn’t stupid, stevie. exploring your sexual desires isn’t stupid. what’s stupid is how much they’re chargin’ for a damn dog collar. twelve dollars?! you’re lucky you’re cute, harrington.”

“shut up, munson.”

-

steve moaned. delicate, airy as eddie kissed along his jaw. those calloused fingers traveled down the span of steve’s back, further and further, until they were full of soft, plushy, jean-clad ass. steve’s shirt was already long discarded on the floor of eddie’s 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 eddie’s lap, straddling it as his nails bluntly dug into the other man’s shoulders. eddie gasped sharply against olive skin.

“eddie,” steve sighed as those lips found his chest, “please, i wan’na…” he trailed off, words turning into little moans as eddie nipped just below his collarbone.

“use your words, sweetheart,” eddie whispered against his skin. warm, breathy. steve wanted to simply just melt beneath eddie’s 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?

“‘m ready,” the two little words tumbled from steve’s lips. eddie knew what he meant, just what steve was ready for, but those words wouldn’t be enough, would they? and steve knew better.

he wanted to cry when eddie pulled away from his skin. because eddie didn’t plan on collecting that little brown shopping bag on his dresser. no, not yet. he was going to make steve say it.

“c’mon, puppy,” and that earned a whine from steve’s throat, “be a good boy for me. what are you ready for?”

steve whined. he could cry right now. he really, truthfully could. “the collar, fuck. ‘m,” he pauses, throwing his head back again in defeat, “i’m ready for the stupid collar. eddie, please.”

“see?” eddie hummed, “that’s all you had to say, sweetheart.” steve pouted as he got off of eddie’s 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 ‘princess’ on it. it’s cheesy, yes, but hearing eddie mutter the name under his breath made steve’s 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, wasn’t he? if he had a tail, it’d be wagging. sat at the edge of eddie’s bed now, hazel eyes wide and cheeks flushed a soft pink. just to match his collar. how cute.

“oh, princess,” eddie teased as he unclasped the buckle, “we should get ‘property of eddie munson’ engraved on the back of this thing, huh?” when steve responded with just a roll of his eyes, eddie weaved his fingers in the brunette locks on the back of steve’s head and tugged. “when i ask a question, you answer. that’s what good boys do,” his words had little bite, and he delivered them with a playful smirk, but steve still obeyed.

“yes!” he groaned as eddie gave another harsh tug to his hair, “yes, we should, master.”

master. that was new, and fitting for tonight. eddie cooed, “say that again, princess?” he let go of steve’s hair.

eddie’s fingers then skillfully wrapped the collar around steve’s 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. “master,” he repeated.

“at’ta boy,” eddie muttered as those two fingers rested lightly upon steve’s 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 couldn’t possibly complain about that, now could he?

next, went eddie’s belt. there’s a connection a more sober steve would’ve made between the clasp around his neck and the one around eddie’s waist. there was no room in his pretty little head for that then, though. not as eddie’s 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.

“wan’na,” steve started, unprompted. eddie would have to reward him for that later, “wan’na suck your cock.”

eddie chuckled. “so eager to please me, aren’t you, princess?” he asked, and steve nodded, loose brunette waves falling into his eyes, “take those pants off and i’ll give you anything your pretty heart desires, puppy.”

with eddie’s help, steve’s pants were on the floor in seconds, forgotten with their various other articles of clothing. those infamous fingers then found the waistband of steve’s 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 steve’s cock. matching the paler skin of his hips, steve’s 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 hadn’t explicitly asked for eddie’s cock down his throat, he’d have had steve’s down his.

“oh, you’re trying to kill me tonight, aren’t you, baby?” he asked as steve leant back on his elbows, giving eddie the biggest, the wettest, the prettiest set of puppy dog eyes.

“i will if you don’t get those stupid boxers off soon, munson,” steve bit back, and that just wouldn’t fly, would it?

“it’s not munson,” eddie warned, “or eddie, or sweetheart, or baby. it’s master tonight, remember, princess?” he pushed at the waistband of his blue, plaid boxers. “i’ll also except sir,” he added as his cock spring free from his underwear, “or daddy.”

steve’s mouth watered, “yes, sir.”

“good boy,” he whispered as he rounded the foot of the bed, fingers dragging along cotton sheets, “lay down on your back for me, yeah?”

steve didn’t 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 steve’s pink lips.

eddie’s 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 steve’s. he tapped the wet tip against pouty lips, “open up, princess.”

steve’s 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 steve’s nose.

“fuck,” 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 steve’s neck. “tap my thigh twice if you need me to stop, sweetheart,” 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 steve’s 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 couldn’t when eddie was balls deep within his throat.

“oh my god,” eddie moaned as he let go of the bed. his spare hand joined his other, both wrapped around the sturdy nylon collar. “touch yourself, princess,” he groaned, commanded, “cum with me, puppy, fuck.”

steve wrapped a large hand around his cock, the other finding eddie’s thigh. he didn’t tap, however. no, he simply dug his nails into the pale, plush flesh whilst he stroked his cock eagerly and in time with eddie’s 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 steve’s throat. whatever he didn’t swallow split past his lips, decorating his cheeks in eddie’s 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.

“think we should invest in a leash,” his voice was raw, utterly fucked out as he spoke up a few moments later, “just somethin’ to think about for next time, hm?”

eddie laughed, “next time?”

it all started out as a joke.

“oh, don’t give me that look, harrington,” he smirked when steve frowned, “you look like a damn puppy.”

“thank you, sweetheart,” he chuckled when steve handed him his lighter, “you’re such a good boy.”

“wait up, man!” he huffed when steve jogged ahead of him, “do i got’ta put a damn leash on you?”

a joke. so, why then, is steve standing in the pet store, staring at an array of dog collars?

“what about this one?” 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 wasn’t the one.

he shook his head. “i told you, man,” steve’s eyes flickered from the collar dangling between eddie’s fingers, ones calloused and adorning chipped black polish, to his eyes, “leather’s not my thing.”

eddie chuckled, “the man wants to be collared, but draws the line at leather.” steve rolled his eyes as eddie placed the collar back on the hook.

“i dun’no, eds, maybe,” he paused, taking interest in the floor, on his shoes, rather than the shelf of various collars, “maybe this was stupid.”

“stupid?” steve didn’t need to look up from his feet to know eddie was frowning, “your curiosity isn’t stupid, stevie. exploring your sexual desires isn’t stupid. what’s stupid is how much they’re chargin’ for a damn dog collar. twelve dollars?! you’re lucky you’re cute, harrington.”

“shut up, munson.”

-

steve moaned. delicate, airy as eddie kissed along his jaw. those calloused fingers traveled down the span of steve’s back, further and further, until they were full of soft, plushy, jean-clad ass. steve’s shirt was already long discarded on the floor of eddie’s 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 eddie’s lap, straddling it as his nails bluntly dug into the other man’s shoulders. eddie gasped sharply against olive skin.

“eddie,” steve sighed as those lips found his chest, “please, i wan’na…” he trailed off, words turning into little moans as eddie nipped just below his collarbone.

“use your words, sweetheart,” eddie whispered against his skin. warm, breathy. steve wanted to simply just melt beneath eddie’s 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?

“‘m ready,” the two little words tumbled from steve’s lips. eddie knew what he meant, just what steve was ready for, but those words wouldn’t be enough, would they? and steve knew better.

he wanted to cry when eddie pulled away from his skin. because eddie didn’t plan on collecting that little brown shopping bag on his dresser. no, not yet. he was going to make steve say it.

“c’mon, puppy,” and that earned a whine from steve’s throat, “be a good boy for me. what are you ready for?”

steve whined. he could cry right now. he really, truthfully could. “the collar, fuck. ‘m,” he pauses, throwing his head back again in defeat, “i’m ready for the stupid collar. eddie, please.”

“see?” eddie hummed, “that’s all you had to say, sweetheart.” steve pouted as he got off of eddie’s 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 ‘princess’ on it. it’s cheesy, yes, but hearing eddie mutter the name under his breath made steve’s 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, wasn’t he? if he had a tail, it’d be wagging. sat at the edge of eddie’s bed now, hazel eyes wide and cheeks flushed a soft pink. just to match his collar. how cute.

“oh, princess,” eddie teased as he unclasped the buckle, “we should get ‘property of eddie munson’ engraved on the back of this thing, huh?” when steve responded with just a roll of his eyes, eddie weaved his fingers in the brunette locks on the back of steve’s head and tugged. “when i ask a question, you answer. that’s what good boys do,” his words had little bite, and he delivered them with a playful smirk, but steve still obeyed.

“yes!” he groaned as eddie gave another harsh tug to his hair, “yes, we should, master.”

master. that was new, and fitting for tonight. eddie cooed, “say that again, princess?” he let go of steve’s hair.

eddie’s fingers then skillfully wrapped the collar around steve’s 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. “master,” he repeated.

“at’ta boy,” eddie muttered as those two fingers rested lightly upon steve’s 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 couldn’t possibly complain about that, now could he?

next, went eddie’s belt. there’s a connection a more sober steve would’ve made between the clasp around his neck and the one around eddie’s waist. there was no room in his pretty little head for that then, though. not as eddie’s 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.

“wan’na,” steve started, unprompted. eddie would have to reward him for that later, “wan’na suck your cock.”

eddie chuckled. “so eager to please me, aren’t you, princess?” he asked, and steve nodded, loose brunette waves falling into his eyes, “take those pants off and i’ll give you anything your pretty heart desires, puppy.”

with eddie’s help, steve’s pants were on the floor in seconds, forgotten with their various other articles of clothing. those infamous fingers then found the waistband of steve’s 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 steve’s cock. matching the paler skin of his hips, steve’s 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 hadn’t explicitly asked for eddie’s cock down his throat, he’d have had steve’s down his.

“oh, you’re trying to kill me tonight, aren’t you, baby?” he asked as steve leant back on his elbows, giving eddie the biggest, the wettest, the prettiest set of puppy dog eyes.

“i will if you don’t get those stupid boxers off soon, munson,” steve bit back, and that just wouldn’t fly, would it?

“it’s not munson,” eddie warned, “or eddie, or sweetheart, or baby. it’s master tonight, remember, princess?” he pushed at the waistband of his blue, plaid boxers. “i’ll also except sir,” he added as his cock spring free from his underwear, “or daddy.”

steve’s mouth watered, “yes, sir.”

“good boy,” he whispered as he rounded the foot of the bed, fingers dragging along cotton sheets, “lay down on your back for me, yeah?”

steve didn’t 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 steve’s pink lips.

eddie’s 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 steve’s. he tapped the wet tip against pouty lips, “open up, princess.”

steve’s 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 steve’s nose.

“fuck,” 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 steve’s neck. “tap my thigh twice if you need me to stop, sweetheart,” 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 steve’s 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 couldn’t when eddie was balls deep within his throat.

“oh my god,” eddie moaned as he let go of the bed. his spare hand joined his other, both wrapped around the sturdy nylon collar. “touch yourself, princess,” he groaned, commanded, “cum with me, puppy, fuck.”

steve wrapped a large hand around his cock, the other finding eddie’s thigh. he didn’t tap, however. no, he simply dug his nails into the pale, plush flesh whilst he stroked his cock eagerly and in time with eddie’s 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 steve’s throat. whatever he didn’t swallow split past his lips, decorating his cheeks in eddie’s 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.

“think we should invest in a leash,” his voice was raw, utterly fucked out as he spoke up a few moments later, “just somethin’ to think about for next time, hm?”

eddie laughed, “next time?”

it all started out as a joke.

“oh, don’t give me that look, harrington,” he smirked when steve frowned, “you look like a damn puppy.”

“thank you, sweetheart,” he chuckled when steve handed him his lighter, “you’re such a good boy.”

“wait up, man!” he huffed when steve jogged ahead of him, “do i got’ta put a damn leash on you?”

a joke. so, why then, is steve standing in the pet store, staring at an array of dog collars?

“what about this one?” 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 wasn’t the one.

he shook his head. “i told you, man,” steve’s eyes flickered from the collar dangling between eddie’s fingers, ones calloused and adorning chipped black polish, to his eyes, “leather’s not my thing.”

eddie chuckled, “the man wants to be collared, but draws the line at leather.” steve rolled his eyes as eddie placed the collar back on the hook.

“i dun’no, eds, maybe,” he paused, taking interest in the floor, on his shoes, rather than the shelf of various collars, “maybe this was stupid.”

“stupid?” steve didn’t need to look up from his feet to know eddie was frowning, “your curiosity isn’t stupid, stevie. exploring your sexual desires isn’t stupid. what’s stupid is how much they’re chargin’ for a damn dog collar. twelve dollars?! you’re lucky you’re cute, harrington.”

“shut up, munson.”

-

steve moaned. delicate, airy as eddie kissed along his jaw. those calloused fingers traveled down the span of steve’s back, further and further, until they were full of soft, plushy, jean-clad ass. steve’s shirt was already long discarded on the floor of eddie’s 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 eddie’s lap, straddling it as his nails bluntly dug into the other man’s shoulders. eddie gasped sharply against olive skin.

“eddie,” steve sighed as those lips found his chest, “please, i wan’na…” he trailed off, words turning into little moans as eddie nipped just below his collarbone.

“use your words, sweetheart,” eddie whispered against his skin. warm, breathy. steve wanted to simply just melt beneath eddie’s 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?

“‘m ready,” the two little words tumbled from steve’s lips. eddie knew what he meant, just what steve was ready for, but those words wouldn’t be enough, would they? and steve knew better.

he wanted to cry when eddie pulled away from his skin. because eddie didn’t plan on collecting that little brown shopping bag on his dresser. no, not yet. he was going to make steve say it.

“c’mon, puppy,” and that earned a whine from steve’s throat, “be a good boy for me. what are you ready for?”

steve whined. he could cry right now. he really, truthfully could. “the collar, fuck. ‘m,” he pauses, throwing his head back again in defeat, “i’m ready for the stupid collar. eddie, please.”

“see?” eddie hummed, “that’s all you had to say, sweetheart.” steve pouted as he got off of eddie’s 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 ‘princess’ on it. it’s cheesy, yes, but hearing eddie mutter the name under his breath made steve’s 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, wasn’t he? if he had a tail, it’d be wagging. sat at the edge of eddie’s bed now, hazel eyes wide and cheeks flushed a soft pink. just to match his collar. how cute.

“oh, princess,” eddie teased as he unclasped the buckle, “we should get ‘property of eddie munson’ engraved on the back of this thing, huh?” when steve responded with just a roll of his eyes, eddie weaved his fingers in the brunette locks on the back of steve’s head and tugged. “when i ask a question, you answer. that’s what good boys do,” his words had little bite, and he delivered them with a playful smirk, but steve still obeyed.

“yes!” he groaned as eddie gave another harsh tug to his hair, “yes, we should, master.”

master. that was new, and fitting for tonight. eddie cooed, “say that again, princess?” he let go of steve’s hair.

eddie’s fingers then skillfully wrapped the collar around steve’s 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. “master,” he repeated.

“at’ta boy,” eddie muttered as those two fingers rested lightly upon steve’s 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 couldn’t possibly complain about that, now could he?

next, went eddie’s belt. there’s a connection a more sober steve would’ve made between the clasp around his neck and the one around eddie’s waist. there was no room in his pretty little head for that then, though. not as eddie’s 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.

“wan’na,” steve started, unprompted. eddie would have to reward him for that later, “wan’na suck your cock.”

eddie chuckled. “so eager to please me, aren’t you, princess?” he asked, and steve nodded, loose brunette waves falling into his eyes, “take those pants off and i’ll give you anything your pretty heart desires, puppy.”

with eddie’s help, steve’s pants were on the floor in seconds, forgotten with their various other articles of clothing. those infamous fingers then found the waistband of steve’s 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 steve’s cock. matching the paler skin of his hips, steve’s 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 hadn’t explicitly asked for eddie’s cock down his throat, he’d have had steve’s down his.

“oh, you’re trying to kill me tonight, aren’t you, baby?” he asked as steve leant back on his elbows, giving eddie the biggest, the wettest, the prettiest set of puppy dog eyes.

“i will if you don’t get those stupid boxers off soon, munson,” steve bit back, and that just wouldn’t fly, would it?

“it’s not munson,” eddie warned, “or eddie, or sweetheart, or baby. it’s master tonight, remember, princess?” he pushed at the waistband of his blue, plaid boxers. “i’ll also except sir,” he added as his cock spring free from his underwear, “or daddy.”

steve’s mouth watered, “yes, sir.”

“good boy,” he whispered as he rounded the foot of the bed, fingers dragging along cotton sheets, “lay down on your back for me, yeah?”

steve didn’t 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 steve’s pink lips.

eddie’s 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 steve’s. he tapped the wet tip against pouty lips, “open up, princess.”

steve’s 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 steve’s nose.

“fuck,” 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 steve’s neck. “tap my thigh twice if you need me to stop, sweetheart,” 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 steve’s 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 couldn’t when eddie was balls deep within his throat.

“oh my god,” eddie moaned as he let go of the bed. his spare hand joined his other, both wrapped around the sturdy nylon collar. “touch yourself, princess,” he groaned, commanded, “cum with me, puppy, fuck.”

steve wrapped a large hand around his cock, the other finding eddie’s thigh. he didn’t tap, however. no, he simply dug his nails into the pale, plush flesh whilst he stroked his cock eagerly and in time with eddie’s 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 steve’s throat. whatever he didn’t swallow split past his lips, decorating his cheeks in eddie’s 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.

“think we should invest in a leash,” his voice was raw, utterly fucked out as he spoke up a few moments later, “just somethin’ to think about for next time, hm?”

eddie laughed, “next time?”

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 Eddie’s own, humble opinion; a state in which Steve Harrington looks his prettiest. His most,, well, what’s 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 doesn’t 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 Eddie’s shirts (one, very loved, very worn Black Sabbath shirt, cut tastefully into a crop top). His lips parted, and puffy, and is that— 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.

Steve’s brows pinch at the bridge of his nose. His lips turn downwards into a soft little frown within seconds, and Eddie’s 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 couldn’t help it though! Not with Steve’s ass on display like that. Luckily for Eddie though, his counterpart wouldn’t mind all that much. After all, Steve was the one to bring up this whole idea. He was the one to confess that he’d dreamt of being played with, ogled over during his sleep. By Eddie. Came to him with a whole, huge spiel about it actually.

“So— I mean,, you don’t think I’m some total freakshow for it? Because like— look, man, I totally get it if you do. It’s not everyday some guy,, some guy asks for something like that, right?”

Like that. Hesitant, as if Steve can’t even begin to even think about what he just asked for. Like it was embarrassing. Something that shouldn’t even be spoken, lest he be outed as some kind of kinky freak in the sheets. And to be fair, he was.

“Steve,” Eddie can’t 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. “Stevie, darling, light of my life, please tell me you’re joking. Take a look at who you’re talking to. If anyone should be judged here, it’s me, really!”

Steve isn’t convinced. Nor, is he amused. That look on his face doesn’t falter in any capacity. In fact, it deepens. Those pursed lips turn into a scowl, and he huffs yet again, but before he can retaliate— Eddie can hear him now! ‘Come on Eddie, can’t you ever take me seriously?’— he jumps in.

“Look— I’m just saying… you don’t have anything to worry about, man. Not with me. I’m into much worse shit, and you know it, baby. Plus,,” 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 Eddie’s ring clad hands finds Steve’s cheek. “I think it’s cute. Honorable even. I shouldn’t waste my time just watching you all night. Not when you just want to make yourself useful, even in sleep,, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

That finally gets a smile. The corners of Steve’s pouty, pink lips quirk up, and his skin burns under Eddie’s touch. “Right.”

Right. Of course, deeper, more in depth conversations were a must before they could’ve gotten to this point, and they’ve had them, multiple times over but if anything, Steve’s been waiting for this. He was very specific too in his request. He didn’t want to know when Eddie might do it. He didn’t 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 they’ll get tonight. He guesses he’ll have to just wait and see.

Now though. Now, he’s reaching out. His hand, large with calloused fingers finds the span of Steve’s 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!

“Oh, Stevie,,” 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 couldn’t 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 wasn’t called Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington for nothing, right?

He groans. Watches with intent as he lets the tips of two— yes, you heard it correctly, two— fingers massage the entrance of his hole, and really, it’s 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 didn’t need any of the extra help, but it wouldn’t hurt right? Just in case. It gets Steve hard too. A half chub bulging, and still enveloped in nothing but green shorts as they’ve just been pushed down to reveal what’s needed. Eddie leans in closer, and pushes his lips against Steve’s 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 Steve’s body language. Squirming, heavy breathing, furrowed brows, a rosiness to his skin. He can’t help but wonder if he’s dreaming. If Steve was just the slightest bit aware of what was happening right now. His fingers slip out.

“You ready, big boy?” He teases, rhetorical, of course because he isn’t looking for an answer here. No, Steve was to stay asleep, but Eddie couldn’t help but run his mouth, even when the situation didn’t 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 he’s 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 Steve’s hole. Gaped open, and ready for the taking. “You’ve been so good for me.”

As he pushes in, he’s 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 doesn’t cum. Yet. First the tip. Then he sinks in halfway. He has to stop again there, one hand, lubed covered on Steve’s 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, until— Jesus Christ.

“Eddie.” Hazel eyes snap open, frantic, just for a moment, though they’re clearly glazed over with a certain sleepiness. A hand finds Eddie’s hip, weak, and fingernails dig into his skin, but Steve doesn’t push. He doesn’t voice any sort of want for it to stop. “Daddy. Oh, s’full. S’so,, shit. M’tired.”

Eddie smiles. Let’s out a breathy excuse of a laugh, and leans in. He noses at Steve’s 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 wasn’t he? So pliant, and by the looks of it, seconds away from letting Eddie fuck him right back to sleep.

October 5th- Hematolagnia (Blood Play)

October 13th- Double Penetration

October 19th- Spanking

October 27- Irrumatio (Facefucking)