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It’s a rare occasion that Eddie wants to bottom, Steve knows this. He also knows that just because his dick is going in the other man does not mean he is in charge, not by any means. So when Eddie announces he feels like bottoming tonight Steve knows he’s in for some pure debauchery. And boy, he is not wrong.
Steve lets out another whimper as Eddie clenches around him, teasing him. They’re in their bed, Steve propped up against the headboard so he can see the tv over where Eddie’s seated in his lap with Steve’s cock buried inside him. Eddie shushes him again, sparing a quick glare over his shoulder before turning back to the documentary for some band or another. Steve has no idea which one at this point despite it being right in front of him. He’s too gone, too stupid on the way Eddie feels around him.
They’ve been like this for a good forty five minutes now. Eddie had started the evening by putting a cock ring on him and ordering him to stay still before turning the TV and sinking onto Steve’s dick. Aside from a shift of his hips here and there, just adjusting slightly to a more comfortable position, Eddie hasn’t moved at all.
By the time the film ends Steve’s going crazy. He feels desperate, his head has gone all hazy at the feeling of Eddie on him.
Eddie simply turns off the tv and gets up, letting Steve’s cock slide out of him and slap back down on his stomach. He shuffles and turns, spinning to face Steve this time and reaches down to hold Steve’s cock steady as he sits back onto it. He smirks but doesn’t make any more movements.
“Eddie, please! Do something, anything,” he cries out, not even recognizing his own voice. He sounds so raspy and fucked out. He needs to come so badly, for Eddie to allow him to come.
Eddie just slaps a hand over his mouth, leaning in and whispering seductively as he holds Steve’s eyes. He looks devilish, high on the control he’s lording over Steve.
“Hush, be a good toy and be quiet. I’m gonna use you now.”
Behind Eddie’s hand Steve lets out a strangled groan before biting his lip and nodding to show he understood.
“Such a good little toy,” Eddie purrs into his ear, grinding his hips in slow circles, just barely thrusting himself down against Steve.
Steve bites his lip so hard he thinks it might actually bleed, trying to keep his noises in as Eddie uses his body for his own pleasure. Treating him like a flesh and blood dildo, with no regard for Steve’s desperation to get more, to orgasm.
“Ahh, feels so fucking good. So hot and hard inside me,” Eddie moans, and feels Steve’s cock twitch deep inside him at the praise.
He makes no move to go faster, reveling in the feeling of his boyfriend's ironclad submission under him. He loves nothing more than taking the other man apart, piece by piece, no matter what position or dynamic they try. And they’ve tried plenty.
He feels so amazing, high on adrenaline, thrumming with the desires he’s held back for the last hour. It had been hard, he’d almost failed his own plan several times over. It took every ounce of his self control not to simply ride Steve into the mattress as he felt every pulse of Steve’s cock inside of him, all while he dutifully pretended he was paying attention to the tv and not absolutely lost in his own lust.
He plants his hands on Steve’s shoulders, lifting his hips slightly higher and angling to brush his prostate with each thrust down but he keeps the same unhurried pace. He’s intent on blowing both of their minds tonight and he’s thoroughly enjoying the sensation sparking through him. It’s hair raising, spine tingling how good this feels. It’s not something he does a lot, preferring to dominate Steve in other ways, fucking his boy into the mattress until he’s shouting Eddie’s name, but right now it’s so perfect.
He tenses, throwing his head back as he continues to grind himself on Steve’s cock as he comes, drawing his orgasm out. Once the overstimulation becomes too much he lifts himself off Steve’s cock, moving to sit back against his thighs, keeping him trapped under him. He leans forward and grabs Steve by the jaw placing a soft kiss against his swollen, puffy lips.
He takes in the sight laid in front of him, the tears streaming down his boyfriend’s beautiful face. He’s flushed red all over. His cheeks, his lips, his chest. His cock. It looks a little painful to be honest. He would feel bad if he didn’t know just how much Steve loves a little pain with his pleasure.
“Good boy,” he praises, brushing Steve’s hair back from where it’s slicked against his forehead with sweat. God, he loves him. He’s Eddie’s everything.
Steve lets out a broken sob, sniffling a little. “Please, Eddie, take the cock ring off! Please let me come, I need to come. I’ll do anything just let me come. Please, please, please,” he whines pathetically, voice pitched high with desperation.
It only makes Eddie want to torture him more. He reaches down to run a finger down Steve’s length.
“This,” he drawls, “this right here, baby, is my favorite toy. I’m not done playing yet, love. Can’t have you go ruining my favorite toy so early in the night, now can I?” He says, stroking Steve’s cock.
He’s being so mean, he knows it, he’s been using Steve for what’s got to be close to two hours now. But he also knows he can take it. Not only that, he knows Steve loves it when he’s mean, when he pushes Steve to his limits before he finally gives him relief.
The tears flow more quickly, Steve’s chest heaving with the force of them but he simply shakes his head.
“Color, sweetheart?” Eddie knows the answer already but he’s going to make Steve say it anyway.
“Green, Eddie. Green,” he rasps out, his voice breaking a little.
Eddie leans in and kisses him again.
“You’re perfect, doll. So good for me. Doing so well. I’m gonna ride you one more time, you can make as much noise as you need but I want you to keep still for me, okay? Then for being such a good little toy I’ll give you a treat. Does that sound good, honey?”
“Yes, Eddie. I’ll be so good for you. Please, just want to come. It hurts,” drawing out the s sound a little on hurts.
“Just a little longer, baby,” Eddie says. “I’ll make it worth it, I promise.”
Steve nods and Eddie moves to slip Steve back inside him. This time he doesn’t tease, doesn’t go slow. He doesn’t have the patience to make either of them wait any longer. He moves with purpose this time, bouncing on Steve’s cock with determination.
“Ahhh, ahh, uhh, uhhh,” Steve’s gasping out these desperate moans with every downward thrust, no longer able to string any thoughts together to form words even if he could find the will to verbalize them. He just cries and whimpers and his hands shake, clenching and unclenching in the sheets, still following Eddie’s orders to hold still. Not to touch.
Eddie finds himself echoing with his own moans and little grunts as he builds towards another orgasm, setting a brutal pace and bringing a hand down to his cock to stroke it in time with the brutal pace he’s set. He bites down hard on Steve’s shoulder as he comes, making the other man shout hoarsely.
He’s still for a moment, trying to catch his breath and panting into Steve’s neck.
“Eddieee,” Steve keens, his hips finally twitching up into him, his last shred of self control gone now that Eddie’s used his cock to completion twice.
Finally he takes pity, rolling off of Steve and moving backwards to settle down between Steve’s legs. He shoves them up towards his chest, exposing Steve’s pink hole to him.
“You did so, so good. Gonna make you come now, love. Just hold your legs for me, okay? Gonna make you feel so fucking good, beautiful. Gonna give you your treat,” Eddie babbles, getting himself into position as Steve takes over the job of gripping his thighs.
Eddie dives in, brings his tongue straight to Steve’s hole, lavishing it with attention and getting it nice and wet. He allows it to be sloppy, building up saliva as he frantically licks into him. He uses his thumb to pull on Steve’s rim, stretching it a little, before pulling back to spit hard and fast directly onto Steve’s hole.
Steve wails in response, his hips twitching to thrust back against Eddie’s face. He uses his tongue to spread the spit that threatens to drip from him. He takes another moment or two to enjoy the feeling of Steve helplessly writhing against his tongue, unable to control his body anymore.
Eddie gives one last lick before trailing on hand up to Steve’s cock, the other plunging a finger inside him. He thrusts, searching for a moment for the spot that will make Steve’s eyes cross and body tense with pleasure. When he presses it Steve lets out a broken yell.
Immediately he uses the hand on Steve’s cock to relieve the pressure of the ring, simultaneously rubbing his finger against Steve’s prostate. The reaction is instantaneous and Steve clenches down on his finger so hard it almost hurts. His whole body shakes, racked with pleasure, with the release he’s been craving for hours now. The release Eddie’s finally allowed him to have.
Eddie murmurs soothing noises into his thighs as he listens to the ragged sobs Steve lets out, his body still convulsing with the strength of his orgasm. He knows it will take a while for Steve to come back down so he moves to lay beside him, cradling him with his own body and pulling him close, letting his weight and warmth ground Steve. Allows him the time to come back into himself. He gently pents his sweaty hair and murmurs sweet nothings into his ear, letting him know how well he’s done, how loved he is.
“Hey,” Steve whispers, his voice still sounding rough and a little gravelly from the way he’d cried out earlier.
“Hey, love. Are you doing okay? Was it alright, not too much?” Eddie asks, trying not to let his anxiety creep into his voice. He always gets a little nervous after a scene like this. He loves Steve so much, the thought that he could have accidentally hurt him always makes him feel sick.
Steve lets out a little chuckle, the sound of his laugh a balm on Eddie’s frazzled nerves, immediately assuaging his doubts. He looks over, meeting Eddie’s eyes with his own, speaking directly in the way he knows reassures him, “It was amazing. You were perfect.”
Eddie smiles back, laying a sweet kiss on Steve’s lips.
“Gonna go get something to clean you up and some water, okay?” He questions, ready to go into aftercare mode. Take care of Steve in a softer way than earlier this evening.
Steve yawns and nods, just basking in the afterglow and the feeling of Eddie’s love.
“Mkay, love you.”
“I love you more.”