#phil writes

“Oh, well um. Sorry to hear that?” Her voice tinged upward as Blake shook her head.

“Don’t be. He was trash and I left him on the curb where he belongs.” Her tone was final and Yang gave a soft smile.

“Well then, I’m glad he’s gone.” She leaned forward in her chair. “So, getting some new ink to commemorate the occasion?” Blake smirked and Yang felt her heart skip a beat. Fuck, she’s hot and it hurts.

“Something like that.” Yang nodded, reaching under her desk.

“Do you have an idea or should I break out the album?” She snagged the large portfolio and set it atop the wooden desk with a thud. Blake looked through the first couple images before stopping on an image of a cow skull. She smirked again.

“Something like this. Kinda poetic don’t you think? Adam Taurus’s bleached skull?” Yang let out a sharp bark of laughter.

“Alright, I can do that. Give me a bit to get the guns warmed up. Where do you want it?” Blake’s cheeks became dashed with a minute shade of blush.

“I was thinking…. On my chest?” Yang’s heart stopped. What.

“You want… a cow’s head… on your chest?” Blake’s cheeks darkened a bit more and her gaze found the floor.

“It’s stupid.” Yang shook her head.

“No it’s not. And if it was, who cares what anyone else thinks right? It’s your body and you get to decide what you wanna do with it.” A small smile found Blake’s lips.

“You’re right. Can you put it right over my heart?” Yang nodded.

“Of course. Let me get set up in the back real quick and I’ll call you in.”

It took Yang less than five minutes to get the stuff set up but another ten to mentally prepare herself. Alright, keep it together Xiao-Long. It’s just a bra. You put one on every morning. Don’t get weird or you’ll freak her out. She gave herself a soft slap to the face. Head in the game. Come on. Time to get to work. Taking some time to splash cold water in her face, she called out.

He roughly guided Steve’s head to his strap, rubbing it up against his cheek. Steve opened his mouth eagerly, letting it sit heavy on his tongue. He suckled on the tip for a moment before sliding his lips up the shaft.

“Eager, are we?”

Steve moaned around the toy in his mouth, pulling off to tongue at the sides until it was dripping with saliva.

“Gonna fuck your mouth now, okay?”

“Yes. Please.”

Eddie caressed his cheek for a moment before shallowly thrusting into his mouth, his hand a brand against the back of Steve’s skull. He quickly built up a rhythm, pressing the toy deep enough to almost trigger his gag reflex.

“You’re taking me so well, baby.”

Steve moaned and gazed up at him through his long damp lashes. Eddie smiled down at him before pulling him off roughly.

“Tongue out, darlin’.”

Steve eagerly complied, presenting his tongue. Eddie leaned forward, letting saliva pool in his mouth before spitting it onto his boyfriend’s waiting tongue. Steve’s eyes fluttered close.

“Swallow it, baby.”

Eddie watched the line of his throat as he did so, reaching out to gently thumb at his Adam's apple.

“So good for me.”

 Steve whined at the praise. He looped a finger into the strap of Eddie’s harness and gave it a light, pleading tug.

“Wanna taste you, Eddie. Please?”

Eddie felt his dick pulse at the thought, the wet heat between his legs becoming hard to ignore.

“How ‘bout I make you come on my cock and then after I sit on your pretty face? That sound good, sweetheart?”

“S’good, Eddie. So good,” Steve babbled, nodding enthusiastically.

Eddie pulled him in for a bruising kiss, pulling back with a nip on his swollen bottom lip.

“Hands and knees, princess.”

 Steve rushed to comply, presenting his ass with a teasing little shake. Eddie swatted him for his trouble but kissed away the sting.

“Brat,” he muttered as he grabbed the lube from their bedside table.

He teased a slick finger down Steve’s crack, watching as he shivered. Gently, he pressed his finger in to the first knuckle, pausing to let Steve relax a little more.

“Doing okay, baby?”

“Yeah, keep going.”

Soon he was fucking a second finger into him, curling them up to brush his prostate. Steve was moaning brokenly, head hanging between his arms as he struggled to stay upright. With the introduction of a third finger he nearly toppled over. Eddie grabbed his hip to steady him.

“Easy there, Stevie.”

“F-fuck me already,” he gasped out.

 Eddie pinched his side sharply.

“Wanna try that again, baby?”

“Please, Eddie. I need it s-so bad.”

Eddie relented, pulling his fingers out of his boyfriend, making him cry out.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you,” Eddie whispered in his ear.

He quickly slicked up his strap before draping himself over Steve’s back. Eddie pressed kisses to the freckles at the base of his neck as he guided the slick head of the strap to Steve’s hole.

“Breathe out for me.”

As Steve let out a breath, he slid in smoothly and placed a gentling hand low on his stomach. Steve started to push back against it, but Eddie squeezed his hip to still him. Slowly, he bottomed out. Steve groaned low in his throat and Eddie kissed the nape of his neck.

“So good. Doing so good for me, Stevie.”

Eddie set a slow pace, watching his cock sink into the tight furl of Steve’s body. He held a bruising grip on Steve’s hip as he aimed for the place that had him choking on a sob. His own need coiled in his gut, making his thighs grow slick as he relentlessly hit his boyfriend’s prostate.

“Ed-Eddie, m’close.”

Eddie’s nails dug into his side, hand flat on Steve’s back to press his chest to the mattress.

“Yeah? You gonna come just from my cock, baby?” He asked, thrusts picking up speed.

Steve mumbled incoherently beneath him, hands scrabbling at the sheets. Eddie thought he could come from this alone. Just watching his baby fall apart under him with his pretty face flushed and sweaty, perfect hair sticking to his temples. His dick twitched at a particularly loud moan and he grabbed Steve by the hair to better hear him cry out.

“C’mon, babygirl. Come for me.”

He punctuated the command with a sharp smack to his ass that had Steve falling over the edge, crying out a garbled version of his name. Eddie fucked him through it, whispering praise in his ear as he spilled onto the sheets below. He stilled his hips but stayed inside him, rubbing Steve’s back soothingly.

“So good, sweetheart. You did so good for me.” He brushed the hair off his sweaty forehead. “I’m gonna pull out now, okay?”

Once he’d pulled out, he spread Steve’s cheeks to look at his puffy hole. Steve whined high in his throat.

“Mm, so pretty, Stevie. Even here.”

Eddie licked over it, ignoring the taste of lube in favor of making his boy shake. He gave it a delicate kiss before spitting directly in it. Steve moaned loudly, hole clenching in a feeble attempt to keep it inside him.

"Need more, baby?" Eddie asked, idly circling his hole with his thumb.     

Steve shook his head but didn't move, letting Eddie play with his body however he pleased. Eddie finally unstrapped the harness and got Steve to roll onto his back. He tossed the strap aside before crawling over his boyfriend and kissing him deeply.

“My good boy. My sweet Stevie,” he murmured against his lips.

Steve blinked up at him, reaching up to tug at a stray curl.

“Still wanna taste you. Please, Eds.”

 Eddie smirked, petting a hand through his chest hair.

“Yeah? Wanna show me what that mouth was made for, baby?”

 Steve nodded, grabbing at Eddie’s hips to urge him over. Giving in, he moved until his pussy was hovering over his boyfriend’s face. Steve pressed a gentle kiss to his inner thigh before firmly tugging Eddie closer and fitting his lips around his dick. Eddie keened at the suction, bracing his hands against the wall to keep himself upright.

“So good, Stevie. You’re making me feel so good.”

 Steve hummed at the praise, making Eddie’s hips jerk with the vibration. He was already dripping. He could feel the way his slick coated Steve's chin as he focused his attention on his dick. A gentle scrape of teeth had him nearly over the edge, thighs clamping around his boyfriend's head.

"Fuck, Steve. Your fucking mouth."

He thrust his hips, humping his face as he neared his climax. He felt one of Steve's fingers trail up his leg and trace his folds.

"Yes, yes. C'mon baby, give it to me."

Steve hummed against him as he coated two of his fingers in Eddie's wetness. Slowly, he pressed them inside him, curling them just right to hit his g-spot. Eddie curled in on himself, feeling his dick pulse as he reached the verge of his orgasm.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck. I'm gonna come, babe," he grunted, one hand gripping his boyfriend's hair while the other pinched his nipple.

It only took a few more thrusts of his fingers for Eddie to come. He rode out his orgasm, steadily grinding his hips down onto Steve's fingers. Steve licked up what he could of the mess until Eddie had enough, lifting himself up and off his boyfriend's face.

"Jesus H Christ, Stevie. Fuck."

​​Steve smiled dopily at him, eyes hazy and mouth slick. Eddie couldn't help but to press close and kiss him, tasting himself on his boyfriend's tongue. Eddie threw a leg over Steve's, tucking himself into his side. He buried his face partly in his armpit and took a deep breath.

"Are you sniffing me?" Steve asked, sounding fond.

"Yeah. What about it, Harrington?"

Eddie punctuated the question by licking a stripe up his underarm.

"You're such a weirdo." 

“What does that make you? You are what you eat, ya know,” he teased. 

Steve gave an exaggerated sigh before kissing his forehead. 

“Whatever you say, Eds.”