UNDEAD CORTEZ

kit was so pretty like this.

dewed, pale skin with an arch to his back. face buried in the plush pillows, fingers already curling against cotton sheets. displayed on your bed, ready for the taking. it took a lot of convincing to get him like this.

okay, maybe not convincing. kit was very much into this. you could see it in the way his cock dripped onto the bedspread, all gooey, flushed in a pretty pink, and painfully hard. you could hear it in his moans, his whimpers when you touched him, when you praised him. it’s just, when you first brought it up, kit wasn’t into it. he said no. and you dropped it, of course.

it was brought up again a few weeks ago. kit had just returned home from work, covered in oil and sweat. adorned in just a wife beater, and his blue work pants. he kicked off his shoes, and in seconds, hovered in the doorway to the kitchen while you prepared dinner. something simple, though you can’t remember what. not when kit—

“so, i was thinkin’,” kit started, voice enveloped in nerves. you couldn’t even be upset at the lack of a real greeting. not when you turned around and kit looked like that. with his lip tucked between his teeth, cheeks flushed a deep pink. “about what you asked me the otha’ day, and i—,” he paused, hesitated, “i wan’na try it.”

a smile spread along your lips. “first off,” you stepped forward, ditching whatever food was on the stove, “welcome home.” you chuckled, wrapping your arms around your lover’s neck, tangling your fingers in his brunette curls. you planted a quick kiss onto his lips. chaste, and loving. simple. “secondly, what were you thinking about, sweet cheeks? i have an idea, but i need you to be specific. use your words, baby.”

kit felt gooey at your words. “about the uh,” his blush deepened, which you didn’t know was even possible, “the peggin’ thing?”

“oh, you are just too cute, walker,” you cooed, pushing her another brief kiss to his lips, “let me finish making us dinner and then we can talk about what’s been running through that pretty head of yours.”

that’s what led you here. standing at the foot of the bed with a hot pink silicone toy strapped to your waist. it was heavy, resembling a six inch cock with thick veins decorating the length of it. and of course, kit was the one who chose it. he picked it out at the local sex shop just that morning.

speaking of kit, he was growing impatient. a whimper of your name tumbling past his lips. “please,” he whispered, “‘m so empty,” as if he had any idea of what it felt like to be full.

“hush, pretty boy,” you shushed him, “be patient. i know you know how. if i gave it to you now, it’d just hurt. you don’t want that, do you?” he shook his head in response and no, that just wouldn’t do, would it? “words, baby,” you cooed, “use your words.”

“no!” he cries out, and you didn’t need to see his face to know it was flushed, to know that tears pricked at those big, brown eyes, threatening to spill over, “no, i don’t want that. wan’na feel good.”

his words were followed by a little click, the sound of you pushing open the cap to the bottle of lube. squirting a generous amount onto two of your fingers, your pointer and middle, you hummed. “good boy,” you whispered, “thank you.”

kit’s hole was puckered. tight, and untouched. pink with little kisses of thick, brown hair sprinkled around the edges of it. and as your pointer finger, wet and calculated, ran along the ring of muscle, it was soft. kit tensed under your touch, naturally pulling away from the unfamiliar touch. you placed your free hand on his hip, holding him lovingly. you rubbed gentle circles into his freckled skin.

“would you like me to stop, baby?” the question resulted in a whine, and before you could ask kit to use his words again, he answered.

“please, don’t,” he begged, and the boy hasn’t even really been touched yet, and he’s letting out a choked sob. so unbelievably sensitive. “i want it. i want you, please. i swear. wan’na be full.”

you smiled; you really couldn’t help it. “okay, sweet boy,” you whispered and pushed your pointer finger against his hole once more. this time, you weren’t met with squirming, but with kit rather relaxed, letting out a soft noise akin to a sigh as you massaged gently under the tip of your finger. and as you finally pushed it in, kit showed little resistance, eating it up to the knuckle with ease. you moaned.

“shit,” he murmured into the pillows. your smile only grew. it brought you pleasure to see him in so much of it.

it wasn’t long before you introduced a second finger into play. that soaked middle one began to push at his entrance, applying just a bit pressure before popping right in beside your pointer. kit groaned. “you’re doing so good for me, baby,” you praised, earning another groan from his throat.

you fingered him for a while. sinking into your knuckles before pulling them back out, earning moan after moan from the pretty boy beneath your palm. and eventually, you began curling them, pushing against the tender, plushy parts of kit’s walls. you could’ve done this for hours if not for—

“‘m gonna cum.”

that.

you halted your movements, drawing a guttural whine from kit. edged. and even though you couldn’t see it past your palm, you knew his cock was purple and kicking in frustration with tight, utterly taut balls.

“i’m sorry, baby boy,” you apologized, sincerely, “but i know we’ll only be able to get one out of you tonight, and i want it to be on my cock.”

you knew kit was ready for it. when you pulled your fingers out, his hole had a little gape to it. hungry, ready. and with a few more generous squirts of lube, a couple on the toy and one on kit’s hole, you were lining up the pink, silicone cockhead with his entrance.

however, you didn’t push in. not yet, and that earned another pitiful noise from deep within kit’s throat. “please,” he repeats as if it’s the only word he knows, “fuck m-!”

kit’s words got stuck in his throat as you slid inside of him. “so impatient tonight,” you cooed, stopping about halfway as your lover caught his breath. a deep gasp entered his lungs and wracked through his entire body as he got used to the thick intrusion. and if you could feel him, you’d feel his tight, warm walls clench around you. he was made to be full.

after a good moment of letting kit adjust to the size of your faux cock, you slid out, completely, leaving kit a trembling mess. “suga’, please,” he begged with a strain to his voice— he’s holding back sobs. you chuckled.

“get on your back, pretty boy,” you commanded, letting go of his hip so he can obey, “i wan’na see your pretty face when i fuck you.”

in seconds, kit was on his back. his brunette curls splayed on the pillows beneath him, eyes as you expected: glossy from crying. his cheeks were flushed under those infamous freckles and his lips were swollen, wet and drooly. he looked utterly fucked out already, and it was so pretty. kit was so pretty like this.

thick, hairy thighs occupied your hands now as you pushed on the undersides and exposed kit’s hole at a different angle. you were also right about his cock. it was an angry purple, resting on his tummy in neglect, leaking precum like a fountain. as you slid back in the bulbous, pink tip, and watched kit tense up beneath you with a struggled moan, you granted him some leeway, “you can touch yourself, baby.” it was the least you could do.

his breath hitched as he wrapped a large hand around his dick, stroking it slowly to start off. it had to be painfully sensitive with the way he hissed between his teeth. you would’ve felt bad if kit didn’t seem so into it. the second he was done making strained hisses and whimpers, he was moaning. and that’s when you decided it was best to bottom out.

little pink silicone balls pushed against kit’s sweat-sticky skin. he gasped beneath you, jaw hung open as wide eyes flickered over all the features of your face. “can— fuck,” he paused with wobbly lips as tears silently rolled down his temple and into his brunette locks, “can feel you in my fuckin’ throat.”

you smiled down at him. “isn’t that what you wanted, baby? to be so full?” you teased as you pulled your hips back and pushed back in. kit’s body shook, and before you could actually move your hips any more, kit was squirting thick strands of hot, white cum onto his tummy.

you watched as the man beneath you trembled and worked his dick until he was sobbing again. reduced to nothing, but a pretty, dewey little thing under your gaze. it was silent for a moment besides his desperate panting, attempting to calm down from his climax. and when he did, that’s when he finally spoke back up.

“thank you,” he whispers, and after a moment, he adds, “maybe, uh, we could try to get a second one out’ta me?”

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?”