#studding fic

"I don't know. It's… nothing."

Alarm bells go off. Eddie immediately sits up straighter on the bed. "That doesn't sound like nothing. Are you okay?"

Steve's gaze flicks up briefly, meeting Eddie's gaze for barely a second before he looks away again.

"I don't know. Can the answer be both yes and no?"

"It can, but if it's no we're gonna have to talk about this. Did we do something you didn’t like?"

And maybe that was exactly it, because Steve kind of just… crumbles. His whole posture just sinks, shoulders drooping and head falling forward.

"Yes and no," Steve repeats miserably, pressing the pillow harshly into his lap in frustration, and ah, yeah, it's gotta suck to be upset and still not be able to get rid of your boner. "It's nothing bad, it’s just confusing. I think I feel… guilty?"

"What would you even have to feel guilty about, baby?" Eddie asks, because now he's feeling pretty confused as well.

“Uh. It feels a bit stupid after what you just said, but I feel like I didn’t do a very good job.”

“Uh, yeah, you were amazing to me, but maybe it wasn’t good for you?”

Steve stills, looking at him with a contemplating expression.

“I liked it,” he reassures Eddie. “But… that last part. There was nothing wrong with it, everything's okay, but I got really nervous when… when I was in charge."

I love how I mentioned O/O with studding without saying which dynamic and it just got clocked (correctly) as Guangshi, lollll (unless Nonny looked at my list of WIPs, in which case I’m just being an idiot 😅)

"Talk to me, baby. I'll take the reins if you need me to, but you still gotta talk me through this, okay?"

"I'll try to. Promise. But it's hard," Steve says quietly, voice coming out all strained from how labored his breathing is getting.

And of course Eddie can't resist.

"Oh, I know it's hard. The question is if you want me to do anything about it?"

Steve makes a sound that's a mix between a whine and laughter, and sends a palm into Eddie's chest in a weak shove.

"Please. But I'm sensitive, use lube, please?"

He looks up at him, studying the way Steve's expression is pinched together in feverish frustration.

"Steve," Eddie prompts him, trying to get his attention.

"Yeah?"

As they make eye contact Eddie slides a hand down his own chest, over his stomach, until finally moving the whole way down between his legs. He sees Steve watching in wide eyed fascination as he twists his fingers in.