#substeveseptember

After your first foray into you fucking him, he's been more than enthusiastic about exploring this aspect of things, and it's led to a number of very exciting experiences. You fingered him, he's fingered you, you've had him bent over the couch, and he filled both of your holes when he bent you over a pile of pillows and gently slid your new dildo into you as he took you from behind. It's been dazzling and mind blowing, and you've never felt more connected, as well as so deliciously full.

Steve went back to the store a week ago to collect a special order of a positioning wedge, hearing it would be sturdier and more stable than the pillows you have been using, and you have to agree that it is. You've bent each other over it and got yourselves into various other, very rewarding, positions, and despite your apartment not being very big you don't have to hide it away as you can also lean against when you read in bed; it really is multi-functional.

It also provided an excellent excuse to interact with Eddie again. Steve asked him if he wanted to come over for dinner, and tonight's the night. You're fussing and primping and fiddling with your outfit, repeatedly asking Steve whether it's okay, and if what you've cooked will be alright. He's patiently reminding you that Eddie’s cool and everything will be just fine, soothing your nerves by running his hands up and down your arms and kissing your hairline.

He, of course, looks fabulous, absolutely stunning in that effortless way of his. His hair is glossy and styled but looks soft, inviting you to run your fingers through It. He's chosen comfortable but smart light-coloured twill jeans that fit extremely nicely around his hips and ass, and has added a crisp, white tee, one that makes his skin appear even more golden and hugs his torso and biceps just right without looking slutty. Although you definitely wouldn't have minded if it did, and you can't imagine Eddie would either…

Eddie's right on time, and after fixing your outfit once more, and Steve reminding you that you have nothing to worry about because I keep telling you, Eddie's a good guy, you open the door to your guest. 

Eddie stands at your threshold, a friendly smile adorning his features. He's just as pretty as you remember, maybe even more so if that's even possible, thanks to his hair being down now, clearly washed and tamed with a little product. It's shiny and attractive, and you want to touch it. Fuck it, you want to touch him. You can't take the rest of him in as his entire upper half is obscured by a large bunch of flowers, a bouquet of scarlet roses that he holds out towards you. You feel your cheeks heat at the gesture. You've rarely been gifted flowers, and certainly not by someone who barely knows you. You realise you must look surprised when Eddie proffers them a little closer, and you take them with a bashful smile. 

“Thank you, Eddie, they're beautiful! That's very kind, you didn't have to. Please, come in! Dinner’s almost ready, so I'll arrange these later.” 

As you bustle away to the kitchen Steve slaps Eddie on the shoulder, grinning. Unbeknownst to you Eddie had probed him about your favourite colour, and had chosen the blooms with this in mind. 

“Thanks, man. She loves them. You're making a good impression already.”

Eddie grins back at him, relieved. He'd never tell you, but he's nervous too. After all, you guys are in an established relationship, and he doesn't want to overstep, no matter what plans you might have for tonight. 

You put the entire bouquet, cellophane and all, in a vase of water and plop it down on the dining table. It's not glamorous, but you have to admit they set off the atmosphere beautifully. And now that Eddie's free of his botanical burden you're able to appreciate him fully. He places his messenger bag down next to your couch, and Steve takes his leather jacket. It looks like this is a much loved piece of clothing, appearing soft and worn, and although it's plain now you think you can see evidence of past pins and patches, small holes and weathered areas that probably have stories to tell. As he slips it off you watch his shoulders moving beneath a smart-looking, three-quarter sleeved, black raglan shirt. It's a snug fit, and you can see hints of defined musculature beneath. And the sleeves were clearly designed by the devil himself, drawing all your attention to the thickest parts of his forearms and exposing teasing amounts of black ink as well as his numerous leather and chain bracelets. He pushes them up a little, exposing even more forearm, and you can barely breathe as his large, veiny hands clasp and unclasp around the enticing flesh, a selection of silver rings glinting in the lamplight. He's wearing the same heavy belt he had on when you first met, and his jeans, whilst equally as well-fitting as before, are a deep black with no rips. His heavy boots are the same too, and you take a moment to appreciate how well they set off his muscular legs. 

A timer beeps in the kitchen, and, tearing your eyes away from Eddie's form, you instruct Steve to get Eddie a drink and he gets them both seated while you retrieve the food. 

Dinner goes really well. Eddie's friendly and easy to talk to, he brought you all a nice bottle of wine to share, and by the end of dessert you're all chatting like you've known each other for years. But Eddie's no slouch, he clearly knows something's up. He gently starts to question you about how you found your purchases, how your afternoon went, and even though it's the most personal activity you've ever talked about with someone who wasn't a partner, you find yourself openly sharing things about the experience. Steve squeezes your hand over the tabletop, his hot palm against yours, and he runs the pad off his thumb along the sensitive skin of your wrist. It's simultaneously grounding and arousing, as Eddie asks Steve how he felt being in a submissive role, and whether he found the toys comfortable. 

He's also keen to discover how effective the grinder was, couching his questions as product research though his deep chocolate eyes never leave yours and his teeth gently chew his bottom lip. You relay your experience as best you can, realising your physical experience has developed faster than your vocabulary. For the most part, Eddie’s keeping it together, but you can't help notice a slight tick in his jaw occasionally, or the way he shifts in his seat, at one point bringing a hand to his lap beneath the table. You can't be certain, but you make an educated guess that he's pressing his hand against himself during at least parts of your conversation.

When you move to the living room with a nightcap, all three of you cram onto your little sofa, Steve in the middle. You both ask Eddie questions, and here's a frank discussion about BDSM, sub/dom dynamics and the traffic light system, as well as testing and how you're all clear. With Eddie's openness and willingness to share information you and Steve learn so much from just a short conversation. Eddie relays some of his previous experiences as well, and as the evening moves on an undeniable heat develops around the three of you. 

Eddie finally asks Steve the questions he's been dying to know the answers to, like how much he wants to sub, and what his boundaries are. You see Steve start to drift as Eddie runs a soft knuckle over his cheek and along his jaw, and you watch your boyfriend visibly relax under Eddie’s skilled questioning and delicate touch.

And Eddie's not missing how you're wriggling in place, your knees and thighs rubbing together and your hips squirming as you watch the two of them interact. He's giving you plenty of attention too, looking over at you with those warm whiskey eyes, reaching over to run a fingertip down your arm or squeeze your fingers, eventually softly tangling your hands on Steve's lap as the other traces over your boyfriend's temple and behind his ear. 

He's the one to eventually broach the subject properly, looking at both of you very seriously but with a hungry gaze as he asks,

“So, do you guys wanna… take this to the bedroom?”

You and Steve share a quick but loaded glance, and immediately look back at Eddie, nodding and smiling. 

Eddie grabs his bag and Steve leads the way, taking Eddie by the hand with you following. As you pass by your dining area Eddie asks if you can grab the bunch of flowers, for ambience, he says. You think it's a little odd, but do so anyway. Maybe he has a flower fetish or something, you're not gonna judge. 

Once in your room, you're nervous as fuck. You've cleaned and tidied, just in case things got this far, and you've laid out your favourite comforter, the one with a red pattern. As Eddie drops his bag down by the side of the bed you notice that it somehow matches perfectly with the flowers Eddie brought, and you consider that perhaps there was something in his ambiance theory after all. 

You decide together that having Eddie take charge is the most sensible choice given his experience, and he seems more than willing to take on this role for both of you. But it's the first time either of you have done anything with more than one person, and you're terrified you're going to fuck it up, or make fools of yourselves. Thankfully, he instantly puts you both at ease, cracking a couple of jokes and reassuring you. You've also decided that this evening should be mostly about Steve, so Eddie starts by situating him on the end of your bed, with you and Eddie sitting on either side. 

You all still for a moment, just breathing, absorbing the situation you've found yourselves in, before Eddie lifts a hand and fires the starting pistol. He runs the back of one finger softly down Steve's cheek, and his voice is a low but audible whisper as he murmurs in Steve's ear,

“You ready to be good for us, Stevie? You've been so good so far, but I need to show me how good you can be for both of us.”

Steve shudders as Eddie's finger trails down the side of his neck, and he holds back a whine as Eddie continues, 

“You gonna let us make you feel good, Stevie? And let us feel good too?”

Steve hums and nods rapidly, but apparently that's not enough for Eddie.

“Oh no sweet boy, we need your words. Need you to tell us.”

Steve practically chokes as he swallows, mumbling out,

“Yes. I wanna be good for you. For both of you.”

Eddie's voice is dark, thick and sweet like molten licorice as he elongates his vowels and responds,

“Oh, good boy Stevie. That's so good.”

Steve hums at the praise, and Eddie runs his palm across his cheek, cupping it and gently turning Steve's face towards his own. Their eyes flicker around each other's, absorbing the myriad colours, blown pupils, how neither of them can even blink right now. Steve's jaw is slack and his lips are parted, his breath lightly skimming Eddie's features. Breathing heavily, Eddie whispers,

“Stevie, I'd really like to kiss you now. Would that be okay?”

Steve nods almost imperceptibly, and on his next exhale his gaze drops to Eddie's inviting lips as he breathes out a soft but loaded,

“Uh-huh.”

Eddie leans forward until pauses, lips only an inch from Steve's. Their hot breaths mingle and Eddie's tongue flicks out to wet his bottom lip, and there's a beat of silence before he closes the minimal gap, pressing his mouth to Steve's. From your vantage point you see the plushness of both boys melding together, huffing shallow breaths through their noses as they feel each other for the first time. Your insides clench at the sight of the two hottest people you've ever met enjoying each other like this. 

Surprisingly, Steve is the first to move things further, tilting his head and opening his mouth over Eddie's in an invitation. Eddie responds immediately, plunging his tongue past Steve's lips and into his mouth. All you can hear is the smacking of wet flesh and quiet hums as they investigate each other, Eddie's thumb tracing patterns over Steve's cheek and Steve's hands running over the taught fabric on his thighs.

After a few searingly hot moments, it's Eddie who breaks the kiss, gently holding Steve's shoulder in place as he pulls back, his face flushed and breath ragged. He holds his thumb and index fingers around Steve's chin, and ever so gently turns his face towards yours. He catches your eye as he murmurs again,

"Now, kiss your lady."

You smile and move forward to take Steve's lips in your own. You both immediately open up, tongues dancing, and vibrations in your throat as you moan around his wet muscle. You can taste a hint of Eddie on his tongue, a mix of dinner, his post meal cigarette that he took outside, and the wine he brought. You can't wait to taste it firsthand, and wonder if you'll get the chance. 

One of Steve's hands comes to rest on your leg, his palm hot and his grip strong as he slides it up and down over your clothes. His other hand comes to clasp the back of your head, just behind your ear, and he pulls you towards him, his tongue delving as deep as you've ever felt it. Your hand slips over his thick, twill-covered thigh, your fingertips dipping between his legs, and you feel the slightest shift as he tries to move his hips towards you to gain friction where he needs it most.

You're about to move your hand further up, but you feel a gentle touch on your wrist, and realise Eddie has hooked his thumb around it and is discouraging you from touching Steve any further. You let out a tiny whimper, a little out of frustration, but mostly from arousal at the way Eddie is taking charge. You don't even hesitate before you move your hand away and break your kiss with Steve, his spit cooling on your lips as you breathe heavily and look between the two men. Eddie's gaze burns into yours as he asks you something now, 

“Now you and me, sweetheart? Is that okay?"

Your thighs clench and your jaw is still open as you gaze between Eddie's deep, swirling eyes and his oh-so inviting mouth. Steve makes room for you, shuffling backwards on the bed as with laser focus you and Eddie move forwards and crash your lips together, directly in front of Steve.

Eddie's soft yet forceful as he presses his lips to yours, and pushes the tip of his tongue against you, almost begging to lick into your mouth. You grant him access, and sigh heavily as he slides into your mouth. He feels so good, tastes so good, and you moan around him, closing your eyes and submerging yourself in all the new feelings and sensations that are everything Eddie. 

At your side you hear Steve groaning, and you're surprisingly aroused by the notion of him getting turned on watching you kissing someone else. Instinctively, the hand not on Steve's thigh moves into Eddie's hair, and you roam through the soft tresses, gently grabbing a handful at the back. Eddie clearly doesn't mind this, and he presses into you with greater fervour, running a hand up the side of your ribs to the back of your shoulder and pulling you towards him.

You don't know how long you kiss Eddie for, it could be moments it could be forever, but you eventually break the kiss, pausing as you both turn to look at Steve. Kissed out and frenzied, you're all trembling and startled at how hot things have got so quickly. Eddie's lips are swollen, Steve's jeans are tenting and showing off his substantial bulge, and your core is sodden and wanting. Somehow you're all managing to keep it relatively together, and Eddie keeps ahold of your unhurried pace by quietly asking Steve,

“We're gonna undress you now, is that okay?”

This time he doesn't wait for verbal confirmation, and grabs gently at the hem of Steve's shirt on one side. His eyes flick to yours and he smiles as you immediately take the hint and take hold of the other side, the pair of you lifting it in tandem over Steve's head. You watch with vicarious pride as Eddie’s eyes rove Steve's naked torso, his gaze flitting over his perked nipples and chest hair and tracking his constellations of moles. You're wondering whether he has the same urge as you to nuzzle and lick all over Steve's skin, when his voice comes out a little breathy as he remarks, still staring,

“Oh, Stevie. I knew you'd be pretty, but I didn't imagine you'd be quite this pretty…”

Steve keens at the compliment, his chest and neck blushing a delightful shade of pink. You continue to remove his clothing, jointly pulling off his jeans, socks and underwear, and you find it surprisingly intimate and stimulating to slowly undress him with someone else.

You're prepared for Steve to get all the attention right now, but once he's naked Eddie surprises you by focusing on you almost as much. With your permission he helps you to stand and undress, informing Steve that can watch, but he isn't allowed to touch himself. You smile at the memory of your first weekend of experimentation, and you're impressed that Eddie's taken on board one of the things that Steve really liked and is incorporating it into your first session together. 

As Eddie removes your clothes he's reverent and gentle, and with each area of your skin that becomes exposed his gaze becomes increasingly awestruck and hungry. You've never felt more desired, the two men in the room clearly barely able to restrain themselves from touching you but somehow managing it, but then Eddie opens his filthy mouth again and it ratchets up tenfold.

“Jeezus, sweetheart. You're so fucking hot. Stevie is such a lucky boy, getting to kiss you and lick you, taste you whenever he wants. I almost don't want to touch you, because I know when I do, I won't wanna stop. Fuck.”

With a touch that's unexpectedly featherlight coming from someone who dresses and acts like he does, Eddie allows himself to lightly skim one of your peaked nipples with the pad of a finger. Your breath stutters at the contact, and goosebumps erupt over your flesh. You hold eye contact with Eddie for a few extremely loaded seconds, before he turns his attention back to Steve, who's been watching you this whole time, breath catching in his throat.

“Okay Stevie, how about I show you how to suck your girlfriend's cock?”

A muted groan that sounds something like gnnnn leaves Steve's chest, and you're surprised and delighted at how into this he sounds. You don't know exactly what Eddie's plan is, but you're relieved to realise that there's not an ounce of embarrassment or bashfulness associated with being naked in front of him, or the presence of your sex toys as you retrieve them from your dresser, and in fact you're finding it incredibly arousing. 

As Steve's neglected cock stands proud and twitches against his belly, Eddie insists on aiding you to put on your strap, his diligent attention and the delicate touches of his clearly talented fingers igniting a flame within you that's usually reserved for interactions with your boyfriend. Eddie's certainly not unaffected either, the significant bulge in the front of his jeans letting you know that it's definitely both of you that are garnering his interest.

Eddie begins Steve's ‘lesson’ by positioning you in front of him, your silicone member presented perfectly at mouth level. Eddie first asks him to lick it, Steve's tongue lolling out and sliding over the tip. He looks surprisingly good like this, and you make a mental note to definitely do this again. Then Eddie instructs him to wrap his lips around the tip, encouraging him to suck in his cheeks and experiment with swirling his tongue around the textured silicone. Even though you can't feel it, you can see Steve's cheeks hollowing and the hint of his tongue moving inside his mouth, and it's unbelievably erotic.

“Okay my good boy, now I want you to take the whole thing in. Just slide down, feel it in your mouth, take it as far as you can, but stop when you need to.”

Steve does as he's told, moving his head towards your pelvis until he's almost to the bottom of the dildo. He hollows his cheeks and sucks again, closing his eyes as he begins to bob his head forwards and backwards without Eddie even asking. You can't help yourself and you begin to gently thrust in time with Steve's bobbing motions, imagining how this might feel when you add the grinder. You run your fingers through his bangs, gently steadying yourself, your jaw slack and an adoring look on your face as you gaze down at your cock-drunk boyfriend. You glance across and notice that Eddie's been palming himself this whole time. He's clearly impressed with Steve's technique because he blurts out, around a little chuckle,

“Fucking hell, Stevie. You're a natural. Might have to see whether you're as good with the real thing one day.”

Eddie continues to stare at the tableau before him, breathily mumbling,

“Oh my god, you two are so beautiful.”

You enjoy a few moments more of this before Eddie encourages Steve to slide off of your strap and give his jaw a rest. There's no break for the rest of him though, as Eddie instructs him to get onto all fours. He helps you to take off your strap and then he's giving you instructions too,

“Go sit up there by the headboard. You're gonna spread your legs and give us both a show while you watch me finger your boyfriend.”

You let out a delighted squeak, but just as you start to move Eddie stills you, saying,

“Wait, I've just gotta…”

A warm, broad hand comes up to squeeze one of your butt cheeks, and he makes playful chomping noises as he nips his teeth at the flesh of your hip. It's fun, and hot, and sexy, and bewildering, and your knees almost give out, but just as quickly he's releasing you, giving your ass a tiny tap to send you on your way. A big part of you wishes he would run those hands and teeth all over you, ravaging you and holding you down.

Eddie moves to stand behind Steve as you climb onto the bed, leaning back and getting comfortable as your positioning wedge puts you at the ideal angle. You languidly open your thighs and expose yourself to their hungry gaze. Again there's no embarrassment at all, and you're enjoying their lascivious attention and the way Eddie licks his lips as you reveal yourself to them and slowly drag a finger along your folds. You wonder whether he's thinking about what he said about tasting you; you know you are. Eddie palms Steve's cheeks, kneading and spreading them, his gaze dipping down to watch the display a couple of times but very much concentrating on your face and the scene between your legs. You're soaked, glistening, displaying yourself and starting to rub your clit until your whole core is slick and puffy. 

At one point, Eddie allows a string of his spit to land on Steve's crack, and he begins smoothing up and down with the pad of his thumb. You see the exact moment his digit makes contact with Steve's hole as his whole body shudders and freezes for a moment before relaxing, his hips pushing back slightly towards Eddie, who smirks in your direction. Breaking your gaze only for a moment, Eddie reaches for the conveniently placed lube, briefly warming some on his fingers before he slides them between Steve's cheeks again and probes with his slick index finger. Again, you can tell the exact moment he breaches your boyfriend's tight hole when Steve lets out an unholy moan, and the gaze that so far hasn't left your cunt is momentarily broken as his eyes slam closed. Eddie doesn't waste any time, and he presses forward until his palm connects with Steve's skin. He pumps his finger forward and back, and Steve subtly increases the movement by moving his whole body back-and-forth at the opposite pace. Steve’s gaze is now entirely on yours, you're not sure whether it's grounding him or he wants to see your reaction, but whatever it is, as Eddie pulls back and adds a second finger, instantly crooking it just right, the moan Steve lets out attunes you both in ways you could never have imagined.

Your hips buck towards your own hand and the movements of your finger around your clit speed up, and it's at this moment that Eddie suggests you take a closer look at that bunch of flowers he brought. As you quizzically lean over to your nightstand, you notice something that doesn't look quite like all the other flowers nestled in the centre. It's red and rose-shaped, but it's moulded and smooth, and as you lift it from the bouquet you realise it's a bright red suction vibrator.

You gape with surprise, your other hand coming up to your mouth in mild shock. You look back at Eddie with a look of fondness and excitement.

“Can I… Can I use it now?”

He smirks and lifts his eyebrows as he replies,

“Oh please honey, I was hoping you would.”

You get settled against the headboard again and fiddle with the toy. You've not had one like this before and you're concentrating on understanding the controls and positioning it when one of your fingers finds the switch.

“How do I…? So I just– oh holy FUCK!”

Eddie lets loose one of his devastating grins, and, fingers still buried in Steve's ass, he slaps one rounded cheek with his other hand before kneading it as he runs his palm affectionately around the flesh of Steve's hip, murmuring,

“Oh, look Stevie. I think she likes it!”

As you watch your boyfriend get opened up by your gorgeous metalhead guest and your new toy brings an intensity of sensation that you've heard about but never believed, it's all simultaneously too much and not enough, and your hands press the rose closer to you as your hips ineffectually try to move away, their path entirely blocked by your wedge and the headboard. Your climax builds quickly and suddenly, abruptly overtaking you and whiting out your vision as it fizzes up your spine and throughout your entire body, leaving you jerking and trembling intensely. You open your eyes to see Steve's jaw go slack and his eyes become glassy as he watches you fall apart before he begins shaking himself, and he presses backwards hard against Eddie's hand as his abdomen contracts, he clamps around the fingers inside him and his cock pulses, emptying his pearly white spend over the comforter.

You're all panting, even Eddie, and there's a brief moment of respite as you try to gather yourselves. But it doesn't last long, as Eddie's velvety voice breaks through your reverie and questions,

“Are you ready to try something else now, Stevie?”

The sound of clanking metal encourages you and Steve to look in Eddie's direction. As you both watch, Eddie undoes his belt and jeans deftly with one hand, clearly well-practiced in the movement, and he shimmies everything open enough to be able to reach into his underwear and release his hard cock. As he pulls it from its confines your jaw drops at its size. It's long and thick, veiny with a large head, and as he grasps it in his large hand his fingers don't even touch. He runs up and down the length of it a couple of times, squeezing a pearly bead of precum from the fat crown and revelling in the attention you're giving it, before he angles it away from his body, pointing it towards you both and exposing his neatly manicured public bush. You have to swallow before you drool, and you hear Steve's quietly breathless,

“Holy shhhh…”

Eddie definitely likes the attention, his pearly teeth flashing as he grins wide and rumbles,

“I saw you in the shop eyeing up that big purple number. You think you can handle something that big, Stevie? You wanna try? You think you can take me?”

Steve whimpers again, but he pushes himself back on Eddie's fingers as he nods and swallows hard, before he replies, with surprising confidence,

“Uh-huh. Wanna try. Wanna be good for you.”

He wiggles his ass a little, and Eddie hums with approval before murmuring,

“Good boy, Stevie. I was hoping you'd say that. Now, I'm gonna have to take my fingers away so I can get ready, but don't worry, you won't be empty for long, I promise.”

You watch him, rapt, as Eddie gently removes his fingers from Steve, takes half a step back and starts to pull off his fitted black tee. His hair flows upwards before settling, now slightly more voluminous, around his defined shoulders. The contrast between the dark of the garment and the lightness of his skin is striking, and as your gaze is able to rove all over the detailed artwork on his torso for the first time you find yourself entranced. His pecs twitch and jump and you watch his biceps and forearms tense and release as he bends to remove the rest of his clothes. The swirling, living ink continues over the defined jut of his hips and down and around his solid thighs. You had your suspicions, but now it's entirely confirmed – you already thought he was pretty, but it turns out this man is devastatingly beautiful. 

You obviously know this is also true of your boyfriend, and as your gaze wanders over the curve of his strong neck and the planes of his back, almost ethereally illuminated by your bedside lamp, you can't quite believe you get to have both of them like this. 

Eddie’s already lubing up his generously proportioned member, and the slick sounds are divine as you watch his brows furrow a little and his lips pinch together. He seems to hold back a whimper as he runs his thumb around Steve's wet rim, saying,

“Come closer, sweetheart. Come kiss Stevie while I slide into him."

You immediately clamber towards your boy and kneel in front of him, knees apart, while you cup his cheeks and bring your mouth to his. He moans with delight as you push your tongue into his mouth, and you know the exact moment that Eddie pushes himself past his rim as the sound gets deeper and louder. Eddie moves gently but steadily, and it doesn't take long before his hips are flush with Steve's, and you hear him grunt as their bodies connect. You keep kissing Steve, his breath now coming in stuttered gasps as Eddie begins to gently move in and out of him. Eddie's breathing isn't exactly steady either, and his voice tremors a little as he checks in and asks.

“You doing okay there, Stevie?”

You break your kiss so that Steve can respond, but he seems to be incapable of proper speech as all he can manage is a few guttural syllables like yu– and pl–. Eddie takes this as a good sign, and begins to thrust deeper, experimenting with the angle of his hips until Steve lets out a delighted yelp as Eddie's fat tip connects with his most sensitive spot. You look up to see Eddie has a self-satisfied smirk on his face, but you have to concede it's well deserved.

He increases his pace, and Steve begins to tremble, his breath ragged and his hands gripping the sheets. Eddie's doing his best to remain composed, but you can see his chest heaving and his palms running circles over the meat of Steve's ass, his fingertips occasionally pausing and digging into the flesh of Steve's hips. There's a glistening sheen of sweat over both of them, and you can't think of when you've seen a more beautiful sight. You're watching both of them intently, craning your neck to try to get a look at the place where they meet, and yeah, maybe Eddie's ass too, when Eddie notices and asks,

“You wanna come see, sweetheart? Wanna watch where your boyfriend’s getting well and truly fucked?”

You let out a surprisingly girly giggle before nodding and moving to climb off the bed, your legs a little wobbly beneath you. As you step to the end of your bed and walk around them both, you take a moment to admire Eddie's physique in all its glory. His alabaster skin, the intricate tattoos, the subtle builtness; he's wiry but with an obvious latent strength simmering beneath. You wonder how much he could throw you around, maybe even Steve too. You run fingertips over the swell of his shoulder, across to the back of his neck and down part of his spine, and you swear you feel him shiver. Bringing a palm to his waist, you drift downwards, eventually cupping one of his pert and perfect ass cheeks and giving it a tentative squeeze as he works forward and back, clenching and releasing as he slides his dick in and out of Steve. It's then that you notice something shining where you weren't expecting it. Your eyebrows raise and you gasp a little, and Eddie obviously realises what you've seen, as he comments,

“Oh, yeah, that's for you guys too. I didn't know exactly what you'd want to do, so I thought I'd come prepared, y’know, cover all bases.”

He's turned his head so he's half facing you over his shoulder, and you can see his gorgeous dimples up close and the deliciously lascivious smirk on his face as he gives you a cunt-clenching wink. You're not sure whether or not you make a noise as your thighs clamp together, but at this point you're past caring. The tip of your tongue peeks out as you skim your hand down the cleft of Eddie's ass, running it over the metallic plug that's nestled securely there. You can't suppress your curiosity, and as your fingers drift over it, you give it a little push and a wiggle. Eddie, buried to the hilt inside Steve, lets out a stuttering whimper and his hips buck involuntarily, shoving him even harder into your boyfriend, and the joint noises they let out are a symphony to your ears. You can't help but grab Eddie's other hip and press the entire length of your body against him, enjoying the feel of him and the noises you're pulling from both of them. 

But it's not enough though, and you're desperate for those noises to get even louder. You give Eddie's shoulder blade and biceps some gentle kisses before shimmying back onto the bed, but as you move to retrieve one of your favourite dildos, leaning over towards your bedside cabinet, Eddie stops you and directs you to rummage in the top of his bag. You reach in with mild trepidation, and feel around until your hand connects with something familiar yet subtly different. Eddie sees your reaction and instructs you to pull it out. It's another gift - the shimmery purple dildo that you and Steve were admiring when you first met him in the shop. Your eyes widen and your jaw drops as you realise not only has your guest brought yet another thoughtful present, but it bears a startling resemblance to the swollen appendage that's currently buried in your boyfriend, and he sees your eyes flicking between the toy and where his member is disappearing and reappearing. You didn't think his smile could get any more devilish, but he surprises you by lowering his chin and looking through his bangs at you and, dropping his voice to an even more Lucifer-like timbre, he murmurs,

“I'm glad you like that, sweetheart. You think you can handle it? I'd love to see you try…”

You have no qualms about shuffling back onto the bed and bringing the pretty toy straight to your wanting hole. Your eyes are locked with Eddie's as you press it against you and drag it through your folds, gathering your wetness before pushing it past your lips, and nudging the very tip inside of you. You let out a high-pitched gasp at the welcome intrusion, and you notice that Eddie's expression has morphed from lasciviousness to one of pure wonder as he watches the purple silicone disappearing into you. He mumbles through a stuttering breath,

“You have no idea how crazy hot you look right now, sweetheart. Wish it was me sliding into you like that, I'd fill you so fucking good.”

Goddammit, you wish it was him too, though the dildo is currently an acceptable facsimile. You settle yourself against the headboard and groan as you slowly push the dildo fully inside you, your fingers ghosting over your sopping clit. Trying to muster even an ounce of Eddie's salacious courage, your voice is surprisingly steady as you challenge them,

“Come on then, boys. Why don't you show me what you've got?”

Steve moans, long and low, as he realises what's to come, and Eddie redoubles his pace, the sound of skin slapping against sweat-slicked skin adding to the music of your combined grunts and moans. After a few moments more of pounding into Steve, Eddie slips his forearm around his chest and encourages him to kneel up. His pace doesn't falter as Steve slides further down his cock, letting gravity do the work and impaling him on Eddie's substantial member. A muted gurgle leaves his throat as Eddie reaches around with his other hand and takes hold of his neglected cock, hard and sensitive and up until now completely untouched, making him gasp and moan.

Steve looks a lot like a fuck toy, jaw slack, hair flopping, his eyes glassy and barely focussing. However, he does manage to make eye contact with you, smiling softly as he watches you play with yourself, a hunger in his eyes that you recognise all too well. Eddie gives Steve a few more strokes before he hooks his arm around the front of Steve's shoulder and sticks his first two fingers into his own mouth, drenching them with his spit, watching you the whole time. You can't help but wonder what it would be like to have them inside your mouth, on your skin, or elsewhere… He brings them around to Steve's mouth and pushes them inside, pressing down on his tongue and making him suck on them. One of Steve's hands moves behind him to grip Eddie's thigh, and the other grips hard onto his forearm, his fingertips making white crescents in his flesh. His hips buck into the hand wrapped around his cock, and you can see the telltale signs that he's close to another orgasm. Eddie obviously notices too, encouraging Steve to let go with more dirty words,

“You gonna cum for us, Stevie? You gonna be a good boy and let go, make another mess all over these lovely sheets? Show us what you've got, huh? Show your lady how good I'm making you feel.”

Steve doesn't have a choice. His body starts quivering and he releases Eddie's fingers before he's even managed to garble out an unintelligible noise of affirmation, his head tipping back and his jaw slack as his unseeing gaze faces the ceiling. You watch with unrestrained delight as his dick starts to pulse and his whole body jerks with the force of his release. Thick ropes of his cum spurt from his tip, less than before but still an impressive amount, coating Eddie's hand and forearm and decorating the bed linens. Your boyfriend has never looked so beautiful. Eddie talks him through it, and keeps going as Steve begins to come down. 

“That's it, give us all of it. You're such a good boy. So fuckin’ hot. Such a good boy for us.”

Eventually, Steve's throat dries out and he can barely make a sound, and Eddie encourages him to drop his upper body forwards onto the bed to take some form of a rest. It doesn't last long though, as it's now Eddie’s turn to take what he needs.

“Gonna use your pretty little ass to get what's mine, okay?”

Your mind is fuzzy and full, but you can appreciate that Eddie's still checking in and subtly giving Steve the opportunity to back out. Steve grunts into the bedclothes beneath him, nodding slowly and emitting a muffled,

“Uh-huh.”

He groans again as Eddie picks up his pace, pistoning his hips into Steve's as he chases the release he's been holding in all evening. His skin glistens and his hair sways, and you watch his large hands gripping Steve's waist and hips, finding yourself longing, not for the first time, for him to do the same to you. He seems to notice, and suddenly there's a tirade of filthy scenarios spilling from his perfect lips,

“You want some of this, honey? Want me to fuck you while Stevie watches? He'd look so pretty sitting on a cuck chair, looking at us. Or maybe he could fuck me while I eat you out and make you cum all over my face. Or I'll get him to fuck himself on a toy while I take you from behind. Would you like that? Huh?”

His dirty words do something to your insides, and another climax builds in your centre, hot and glorious. Eddie watches you with an intensity you've never experienced as you fall apart, your cunt spasming around your new toy, gaze locked with his.

A choked sound and a few thrusts later, Eddie's hips stutter and still, pumping his release deep into Steve and low, feral grunts leaving his exquisite chest and throat as Steve groans in response to being filled with Eddie's hot spend. You barely notice that your fingers roll around your clit again and you grind down onto the toy, eyes locked with Eddie's as you watch him cum inside your boyfriend. It's intense and filthy and one of the most intimate interactions you've ever had with anyone. A small part of you wonders whether Eddie genuinely wants to look at you or is checking your response to this new endeavour – you guess that situations like this can be unpredictable – but whichever it is he seems satisfied, in more ways than one. 

He eventually breaks your gaze and looks down at Steve, who's a crumpled, non-verbal mess face down on your bed with his ass still in the air, and with a reverence you weren't expecting rubs his palms over his back and hips, humming softly as he checks in once more,

“You okay there, Stevie? You okay for me to pull out now?”

Steve makes the cutest little noise of protest, wiggling his hips back and spearing himself one last time on Eddie's softening member before assenting and pulling himself forwards at the same time Eddie gently withdraws from behind. Steve collapses fully now onto his front, and despite being exhausted and lying in a sticky mess, he has a soft smile on his face and looks utterly satisfied and happy. You remove your toy and shuffle down the bed to sit by Steve, stroking his hair and giggling a little at his incapacity. You smile softly up at Eddie, hoping it conveys at least some of your gratitude for what he's done for you and Steve this evening. Steve begins to wriggle up the bed towards you as Eddie asks,

“Is it okay if I go and clean up a little?”

Before he can get far Steve shoots out an arm and waggles his hand. Eddie lets him grab ahold of some of his fingers as he mumbles though a dopey smile,

“Thank you.”

Eddie chuffs a little chuckle before squeezing Steve's hand in return and responding,

“You're very welcome, Steve.”

His use of Steve's usual name effectively ends the scene, and you appreciate the little detail that lets you know that you're all back to your usual relationships. He gestures towards the other side of the bed, and you're a little confused until he adds,

“Can I, uh, take those for you?”

You realise he's gesturing towards your toys, and a light blush appears across your cheeks as you coyly hand them to him, mumbling thanks of your own, not expecting this level of attentiveness.

You grab some soft cloths that you left handy for just this purpose, and start to wipe Steve down. Eddie turns and heads to the bathroom, not missing how you and Steve start to huddle, intently discussing something.  

You're still cuddling, snuggled together against the headboard with the sex-sullied comforter pulled over your legs and running your fingers over each other's exposed and still sensitive flesh, when Eddie renters the room, freshened up and with your clean toys in hand. You don't notice him at first, and he watches the pair of you for a moment, how you're so soft and loving with each other, and clearly engrossed in whatever cutesy conversation you're having. He smiles softly, enjoying the fact that he gets to witness such intimacy and the connection you two so obviously have, but then looks away, something in him pricklingly envious that he hasn't yet managed to find that for himself. 

He sets your toys on your dresser, and moves to the foot of the bed to pick up some of his clothes, and that's when you spot him. His chin is dropped and his eyes are on the floor as he mumbles,

“Well, I guess I'll head out.”

Keeping one hand grasped in Steve's, your other reaches out across the disheveled sheets as Eddie passes you with his clothes clutched to his chest, and you quickly reply,

“No! Eddie, wait!”

Steve sits up straighter, eyes widening as he peers at Eddie over your shoulder. 

“Yeah, don't go. The bed’s big enough for all of us. Do you maybe… wanna stay?”

Something like fondness mixed with relief washes over Eddie's face, and his shoulders loosen and a smile creeps over his features as Steve relaxes beside you. At the same time a tension that you didn't realise you were holding in your chest releases. 

Eddie dumps his clothes back onto the floor and climbs in with you, and you all cuddle in, you in the middle. The boys trace their hands over your naked form, occasionally linking digits and tangling their fingers together. You look towards Steve and he nods almost imperceptibly, giving you the go ahead. 

“Eddie?”

He's busy mouthing and kissing at your fingers, barely registering as he responds,

“Mm-hmm?”

“Would you maybe wanna do this again? Like… regularly?”

He snorts before answering,

“Oh, fuck yeah. All that stuff I said about wanting to fuck you both six ways from Sunday? That wasn't just hyperbole, I meant every goddamn word.”

You're smiling broadly as Steve jumps in, and all the words tumble out quickly as he expresses something that the two of you were just discussing.

“Look, I know this is really sudden, and m-maybe a bit too fast. But we had a really great time tonight, and… we've been talking, and we wondered whether you'd wanna make it official? Be a proper three? A-and you don't have to answer now, or at all, y'know, if this isn't your thing or whatever, but–”

Eddie cuts him off.

“Steve, please stop talking. You'd really want to? With me?”

You both jabber over the other, supplying valid and enticing reasons why you think it's a good idea, layered with just a little erotic pleading. 

“Okay, okay! Jeez, you can stop now. You had me at official and three. Yes, I'd love to. It would be an honour. My god, you two are so amazing.”

You spend the rest of the evening sealing your new arrangement with a kiss, well, technically a lot of kisses, and discussions about what this might look like and what the three of you want to do together. At one point, unsurprisingly you suppose, the conversation turns to sex toys, and your gaze drifts to the gifts Eddie so kindly brought you. 

“Eddie…”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

Your chest flutters at the pet name, and you don't think you'll ever get tired of hearing it spill from this man's beautiful lips. 

“That purple dildo. Does it really look like you, or is my mind playing tricks on me?”

Eddie's face crumples in the sweetest bashful smile, and for the first time this evening you think you see a light dusting of pink appear across the top of his cheeks. 

“Oh, you noticed that, huh? Well, it should bear a resemblance to me because, well, it kinda is me.”

You and Steve probe for more details, tickling and stroking him as incentives, and eventually he relents, with a good-natured huff and a soft expression on his face,

“Okay, fine. I'm never gonna be able to say no to you guys, am I? Well, it started when a rep from one of the sex toy companies paid a visit to the store. I'd just tried out one of their dick-cloning mould kits, and I happened to have the result behind the counter. They saw it, wanted to have a closer look and… asked me if they could use its likeness for part of their new range. Of course I said yes, I mean imagine that, having your dick give pleasure to people you've never even met? Such an awesome legacy, right? Anyway, I get a tiny royalty each time they sell one, so not only does that give me a huge thrill, and maybe a little material for my spank bank, but I'm also saving the cash to treat myself to something I wouldn't otherwise be able to afford. I'm thinking maybe a glittery purple guitar. What do you think?”

You know it's not common around here, the whole polyamory thing. Hawkins isn't exactly known for its open-mindedness or progressive thinking, and you reckon most people wouldn't even be able to spell the word ‘throuple’. But tonight felt really fucking special, and the prospect of being able to do it long term with Steve and Eddie? Bring it the fuck on, taboos be damned... 

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One Saturday you wake up, as you so often do, with Steve's hard length hot against the back of your thigh. His head shifts to join yours on your pillow as he snuggles into your space, his warm breath cascading over your skin as he kisses your cheek and ruts into you gently, quietly whispering about how beautiful you are.

You hum and squeak a little as you try to fully rouse yourself, feeling him smile against your neck; you know he finds it adorable when you’re all tired and pleasantly fussy. You turn, still humming, and he presses into your front now, his thick chest hair brushing delightfully against your stiffening nipples and his athlete’s thighs and taut abs tensing with every gentle thrust. You boop your noses, and he pokes out his tongue, tickling your lips with the tip. Moving in closer, smiling, you open your mouth and allow him access. Your tongues languidly dance together as you run your hand over his toned flank, his muscled back, the solid globes of his ass. His mouth barely leaves yours as he mumbles,

“Good morning, sunshine.”

Your lips curl into a cheeky smile as you answer,

“Morning, handsome.”

This seems to rile him up even more, and he presses his lips to yours with increased fervour. You give his ass a firm squeeze, and you feel his cock kick against your stomach in the space between you. 

You love this liminal period between sleep and real life, it seems so far removed from time and space and schedules and reality, and you savour it at every opportunity. The devil in you has clearly woken up faster than the rest of you however, and this morning she's decided to exploit this precious moment to try something new. You find yourself hooking an ankle behind one of Steve's knees, encouraging his leg to nestle between your widening thighs. You trap it there, applying delicate pressure to your most sensitive areas and eliciting a groan from your still-dozy boyfriend. 

Much as you’re enjoying that alone, you have an ulterior motive, as this has him opening his legs for you. Tracing your hand over his ass again, you slip your fingers down into the space between his cheeks, feeling the fuzz there and the softness of his taint and balls. He shivers a little but doesn't pull away, and his thigh tenses, pressing him further against you. A soft groan leaves you as you feel a wave of heat in your core and your wetness beginning to coat his skin. Breaking your kiss, and keeping your face close to his, you peck at his lips and chin as you ask him something that’s been on your mind for a few weeks now.

“Baby? Has anyone ever, y’know…”

“Mmm? Has anyone what, honey?”

Slipping your fingers further into the crease of him, you breathe in, and, more confidently than you thought possible, ask, 

“Have you… ever done anything… here?”

He stiffens a minuscule amount, pulling up and away slightly to look at you with a look of mild consternation.

“Baby… Are you asking me if I’ve had a gay awakening?”

“No. I mean, not necessarily.” 

The solid erection currently pressing at your belly illustrates this nicely, 

“And even if you were, or you were bisexual or pan or whatever, it wouldn’t matter to me. No, what I mean is, have you ever tried, I dunno, putting anything here? By yourself, or with anyone else? Y’know, out of curiosity, or for pleasure, or anything?”

To your great relief he visibly relaxes, and rests his head on your pillow again, his golden hair flopping adorably over his forehead and into his eyes.

“In all honesty, no. I guess I’d be open to it though, with someone I trust. I have heard it can be.. invigorating.”

You both giggle at his choice of words. Face becoming more serious for a moment, his eyes search yours as he asks,

“Why? You wanna try something with me, precious?”

You admit to him that you’ve thought about it, telling him you've fantasised about wearing a strap and using it to give him as much pleasure as he gives you. 

You didn’t think he could look at you with any more adoration, but he somehow manages it. You can feel his heart beating fast in his chest as, flushed and pink-cheeked, he responds,

“Fuck, honey. When you put it like that, how could I say no?”

He kisses you again now, deeper and more intense, full wakefulness drawing closer as you move together and your desire to consume each other burns hotter. But just as he rolls you into your back and you think he's about to slide home into you, Steve pauses again.

“You know, seeing as we're chatting, there's something I've been wanting to ask you about too.”

You raise your eyebrows and give him what you hope is a gentle smile, but you both know how hard it is to keep your emotions hidden from him, and he chuckles at the obvious excitement plastered all over your face.

“Yeah, it's just… Uhh…”

He looks bashful for a second.

“I dunno… I guess I'm just so used to being the one calling the shots. Y'know, in the past. And that's great and everything. But with you, I feel like I could try new things. Like, I kinda wanna know what it'd be like if… if you took control.”

“So, I choose what we do?”

He nods, but his perfect teeth softly chewing at his bottom lip suggest that's not all. 

“Yeah, but I think… more. Like, a lot more.”

“Steve, are you saying you want me to dominate you? Do you wanna be a sweet little sub for me?”

He shudders almost imperceptibly.

“Yeah, exactly that. Like, not all the time or anything, just for a little while. But only if you want. I just thought, if you wanna play a little, maybe we could combine the two?”

You talk about it further, each asking questions and establishing each other's curiosities and boundaries. You’d assumed you’d perhaps spend more time mulling things over, maybe experimenting a little before committing to any particular scenario. But to your surprise Steve suggests you go shopping straightaway, this very morning in fact. His enthusiasm is infectious and you’re always excited to try something new with him, so you readily agree.

“Okay, let’s do it! But, could we maybe try a little groundwork first..? Confirm whether it's as… invigorating as people say?”

Your hand drifts down between his cheeks again, and at the same time you grasp his length, which seems even harder now if that’s at all possible. He gasps as your soft pads nudge at his delicate flesh, probing gently as you start to tug on him, slipping your tongue into his mouth again…

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Now, you're browsing the bewildering array of dildos. You’ve both been eyeing a pretty purple one, thick and veiny with a subtle shimmer, but you agree that you should probably start with something a little less… intimidating.

The guy running the store has been watching you since you came in. Not in a creepy way, in a ‘just in case you needed any help’ kind of a way. Now, he’s standing at the end of the aisle, and when he speaks it’s in a deep, rumbling baritone that says,

“Can I… help you two with anything..?”

You turn to look at him properly for the first time, and you can't help but notice how striking he is. He's tall, with wavy dark hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, and skintight black jeans and a heavy belt buckle doing all kinds of good things for his physique. A ripped black muscle shirt exposes too many tattoos for you to even begin to explore without staring, and the whole look is finished off with heavy, unlaced black combat boots, well-worn but polished to a lustrous shine. But by far the most startling element is the pair of eyes staring at you, so big and dark you feel like they’re boring into your very soul. The question tumbles from plump, pink lips, and it flusters you, given the setting. Steve, however, is completely unfazed, and replies with a cheery,

“Eddie, hey! How’s it going, man?”

“Steve? I thought that was you. I’m good, dude, really good. How the devil are you?”

The boys give each other a bro handshake and loud backslaps, and Steve explains that he and Eddie went to high school at around the same time, though they mostly ran in different circles. He introduces you, and you take Eddie’s proffered hand, feeling his warm palm slide pleasantly against yours as his large fingers wrap easily around your hand, and finding yourself entirely believing him when he responds,

“It's an absolute and genuine pleasure to meet you, darlin’.”

Steve fills Eddie in on what he's doing work-wise, Eddie nodding knowledgeably as he mentions a few of his dad’s business ventures, before Steve concludes, gesturing at the shop,

“So, looks like you really landed on your feet here, huh?”

Eddie chuckles quietly, and it's a delightful sound. He nods slowly and looks around before admitting,

“Yep, sure did! This place suits me down to the ground. I plan campaigns when the place is quiet, I have enough time off to still be able to practice with the guys, and I'm even Assistant Manager now. People come in for all kinds of things, products obviously, but also advice, signposting to other resources, sometimes just for a chat. I just wish there'd been somewhere like this around when we were coming up, y'know?”

For the first time you notice the posters and fliers decorating the shop counter in various colour combinations, leaflets for different clinics and club nights, and a little sign pointing towards the back of the store. There’s comfortable chairs set out in a secluded corner, with posters advertising social events and various informative workshops. It turns out this isn't just a shop, it's an entire sexual wellness centre. You're impressed.

Eddie’s eyes drift down to your basket and he spots the strap and bottle of fruit-scented lube already in there. He asks, again using that deep, velvety voice,

“Are you guys here for anything specific? Or just browsing?”

Your voice surprises you by sticking in your throat, and you have to cough slightly before you reply,

“Kinda both, actually.”

There’s a subtle glint in Eddie’s eyes, something you can't quite place, as he murmurs,

“Well, I’ve tried out most of the things in the store. For, y’know, product knowledge and customer service purposes.”

He smirks slightly before continuing, and you can't help notice an extremely cute dimple threatening to appear in one of his cheeks.

“Actually, if you're shopping for what I think you might be, you may also wanna check out the end of this aisle, it's our new range of grinders.”

He points to a display further down of what look a bit like silicone tortoise shells. You’ve heard about these - they fit over the flared end of a dildo inside a strap, and Eddie confirms your suspicions by adding,

“Ribbed, for her pleasure, if you know what I mean… Anyway, if you guys need me for anything you just lemme know, ‘kay?”

The potential implications of that statement clatter through your mind, but Steve brings you back to the present by gripping your hand and responding,

“Sure thing dude. You'll be the first person we come to.”

Your brain manages to formulate some kind of reply and you bumble out,

“Thanks, Eddie. I-it was nice to meet you.”

Eddie grins at your responses, wide and unabashed, that gorgeous dimple appearing fully at the same time as a flutter appears in your stomach, which only gains momentum as he replies,

“You too, sweetheart. Good to see you, Harrington.”

You don’t miss either the effect of the pet name or how Eddie’s eyes rove over the both of you as he backs up before turning out of the aisle. But you can’t really talk, you’ve been checking him out since he started speaking. Steve spots the direction of your gaze, which is flitting between the slope of his neck, his broad shoulders and his ass, and observes you as you watch Eddie walk away. With a wry smile, he asks,

“See something you like, baby?”

Cheeks heating, you turn your attention back to what you came here for, working your hand into Steve’s tight back pocket and squeezing as he continues,

“It’s okay, Eddie’s a good looking dude. Honestly? If I ever was gonna experiment, he'd be my first choice. He’s totally bi, by the way. Has been since school, was one of the first people to come out. Brave guy.”

Steve’s brazen honesty surprises but also delights you. It's most definitely a day for all sorts of discovery.

You and Steve browse some more before settling on a modestly-sized black silicone model with a lightly spiralled surface texture and a secure, flared base. Thanks to Eddie’s suggestion, and Steve’s insistence that this should be as enjoyable as possible for you too, you pick out a pretty marbled pink grinder with a pleasant texture and add it to your stash.

Eddie rings up your purchases with a smile on his face, giving you a knowing look as he gets to the bumper. He's doing that thing again, roving his gaze over the pair of you, quite obviously checking out his old friend, your boyfriend, in his light wash jeans and that damned polo that's at least a size too small. He drops his contact card and a couple of shop fliers into one of your bags, and his eyes lock with yours as he comments,

“Customer feedback is always welcome, you know. I'd just love to know how you guys get on with all of these.”

You can feel your cheeks heating, but for some reason it's not in a bashful or self-conscious way. In fact, you find you're relishing it, and notice that subtle flutter from earlier is beginning to merge with a warmth elsewhere.

You and Steve grab each other's hands and share excited smiles as you pick up your bags, and Eddie sends you off with a smile, a wave and a cheeky,

“Have a good afternoon, you two!”

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