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“I see you shiver with antici…”
Steve didn’t get it until right now.
When he’d agreed to go with Robin to see her girlfriend’s show, it’d been begrudgingly. He didn’t care for musicals. It makes him uncomfortable when people sing and dance at him for no apparent reason.
Maybe it was the alpha in him. Or the asshole. Sometimes it was hard to tell the difference. But Robin had promised this wasn’t like any other musical he’d ever been strong-armed into attending. Judging by the large “V” painted on his forehead in cherry red lipstick, he had supposed it wasn’t.
Still, Steve didn’t get the appeal to the whole experience, especially with all the loud callbacks everyone in the audience seemed to know except him, until… Dr. Frank-N-Furter (played by Eddie Munson, according to his playbill) arrives onstage. And just like that, he’s become enraptured by the show.
He doesn’t think he’s ever seen a more stunning man in his entire life. He loves the way his dark green eyeshadow highlights his deep brown eyes. The perfect way his fishnets cling to his thighs. The very little lingerie he’s wearing. Most of all, though, he loves how the color of his glossy lips matches the mark on his forehead.
It connects them.
"...pation."
Steve thinks he’s fallen a little bit in love.
***
His lap is full of omega and Steve doesn’t know what to do with his hands. After brief deliberation, he opts for white-knuckling the arm rests on either side of him. He holds his breath, trying not to take in too much of the sweet, heady scent of omega, mixed with sweat and cheap perfume. He’s intoxicating.
“Don’t dream it,” echoes softly in his ear. Before he can fucking process that, his head is yanked to the side by the hand in his ear and a hot, wet tongue licks a stripe up his face, “Be it.”
Steve punches out his held breath.
Before he can react, the omega moves away to continue the song, but Steve catches his eye looking back more than once. His alpha screams at him to chase. Hunt.Claim.
He’s shaken out of his thoughts by his jacket being flung across his lap.
“Get it together, Harrington, geez,” he looks over at Robin. Her shoulders quake with the laughter she’s trying to cover under the hand over her mouth.
“What the fuck was that Buckley?” he breathes out, willing his erection away.
She shrugs, “I think he likes you.” She turns back to the stage, laughing at him still, as the final scenes play out. Steve barely pays attention. He’s entirely focused on the scent on his clothes, his hair. His face.
He can’t stop replaying how the omega’s hands felt in his hair, the wet slide of his tongue. The breathy whisper of his voice.
As soon as the applause starts, Steve’s on his feet, bolting out of the theater, tented pants and all.
He doesn’t stop til he’s outside in the chilly October night. He fills his lungs with cold, bracing air. He’s calming down, his erection flagging the longer he’s out in the biting, late autumn wind.
He shakes his head, leaning against the marquee of the theater. He pulls out his cigarette case and lights one up, the familiar drag of smoke soothing the ache in his teeth. He still feels on edge.
He needs a fuck.
It’s base, primal need, entirely stemming from his alpha.
He’s just thinking about where to go when a soft voice speaks up, “Got a light?”
The omega from the show, Eddie, leans against the wall next to him.
Steve nearly drops his lighter in his eagerness. He holds it out, cupping his hand around the flame to block the wind.
“Calm down, big boy, we got all night.”
***
They sit in silence in the beemer for about a second before Eddie is in his lap placing open, wet kisses on his neck. Steve barely gets his seat moved back in time so they have room. He growls into the omega’s ear, tugging his hair at the roots to pull him off his neck. Eddie’s bangs are stuck to his forehead with sweat, a flush creeping into his cheeks, his lips parted in a wide, toothy grin.
Steve crashes their mouths together, all tongue and teeth, licking into each other like they’re dying of hunger. He tries to keep his hands to himself, but Eddie puts them on his hips with a breathy, “Touch me, alpha.” He makes quick work of kissing and biting his way across Steve’s jaw and down his neck again.
Steve lets his head fall back, working one hand under Eddie’s shirt to feel the smooth planes of his back, the other gripping his ass and grinding him down on Steve’s lap. He can feel slick soaking his pants now and he bites out a groan.
He noses into Eddie’s neck, sucking bruises into his skin, “Want you, pretty baby, please.” He bites hard where his neck meets his shoulder, dangerously close to his mating gland, almost breaking the skin. He kisses and licks his way down Eddie’s chest, forcing him back against the steering wheel.
The horn honks loudly, startling both of them out of the moment. Eddie laughs and Steve is quick to follow, resting his forehead against Eddie’s chest.
Eddie runs his fingers through Steve’s hair, making him purr. Eddie chuckles again, “Take me home, big boy?”
Steve raises his head eagerly, like dog thrown a bone, “Really?”
Eddie smiles at him, moving his hips suggestively against Steve’s and raising an eyebrow. Steve thinks about driving off then and there, happy to have a lap full of omega again, but he helps Eddie move back into the passenger seat.
He speeds the entire way home.
***
By the time he pulls up in front of his house, he’s nearly cracked the leather of his steering wheel. He throws the beemer into park, rushing out of the car to Eddie's door. He scoops the omega into his arms, making him gasp and giggle. Steve kicks the door shut, winking at the younger man. He gets them into the house, gently setting Eddie on his feet inside the door before slamming it shut and backing him up into it.
He tips Eddie’s head to the side, scenting the omega properly for the first time all night. Vanilla and humidor fill his lungs and he moans, kissing and licking at his throat now, aiming to take every single thing about the omega will give him. Eddie chirps at him, spurring Steve on to lift him by the back of his thighs, and getting the omega to wrap his legs around his waist. He’s proud happy and horny to show off his strength, prove how good of an alpha he can be.
Eddie seems to read his mind, “Oh look at you, my big, strong alpha. Picking me up like it’s nothing. I love being thrown around and manhandled like this, but you know that don’t you, daddy?”
Steve’s hips snap at that, humping the air where Eddie had been standing. A low rumble grows in his chest when he brings his face up to meet Eddie.
They’re faces brush together, and Eddie’s eyes sparkle at his discovery. He noses into Steve's cheek, “Hi, daddy.”
Steve kisses him hungrily. He keeps trying to lick into the younger man’s mouth, but every time he gets one in, Eddie’s trying to talk.
“Steve.”
Lick.
“Daddy.” Steve shoves the whine building in the back of his throat down Eddie’s. He’s sloppy and getting sloppier with every second. He wants to claim and mark and make his. He licks down Eddie’s jaw, biting and bruising, brushing his lips against his mating gland.
“Alpha!” Eddie whispers in a breathy moan. “You are not fucking me for the first time against a door.”
Steve nearly sends them both to floor with the speed with which he spins them around before charging up the stairs to his room.
“Steve!” Eddie’s giggling, hanging on for dear life with his arms around Steve’s neck. He shoves the bedroom door open, nearly knocking it off its hinges, but he doesn’t care. All he wants is to make the younger man in his arms whine and scream and beg for his cock.
Still, he places Eddie gently on the edge of the bed before he’s ripping off his own clothes and crowding into the younger man’s space again. He’s kneeling on the bed, crawling up toward Eddie where he’s made himself comfortable on Steve’s pillows before a lovely, stockinged footpresses back on his chest.
He’s smiling coyly at him Steve, a lock of his hair twirled around his finger and pressed up to his mouth. It would be very sweet if wasn’t looking at Steve like he was gonna eat him alive. Like he wanted Steve to eat him alive.“Eat me out, daddy?” He says it like a question, innocently asking for what he wants, but Steve’s alpha takes it more as an order. A challenge. One he will happily rise to.
He runs his hand up Eddie’s calf, massaging his thumb into the muscle, enjoying the skip of his fingers over the fishnets layered on his dark stockings, “Anything for you, princess.” He kisses Eddie’s knee and starts lowering himself down into the mattress, working his way up the omega’s thigh. His other hand follows with him, running up his other leg and hooking his knee over his shoulder. He bites at the top of Eddie’s layered stockings, snapping the bands back into place. The omega jumps at that, and Steve relishes the whimper that follows. “These stay on,” he says it like a statement, but he’s asking, raising an eyebrow at the omega to make sure he’s okay.
“Whatever you want, alpha,” Eddie bless him, his eyes are blown already and Steve hasn’t even reached his pussy.
Steve growls low in his chest, biting at the smooth skin above the tights and pressing a kiss into the inside of his thigh, “You say stop, I stop, okay? I’m not trying to hurt you,” he looks up at Eddie under hooded eyes, knowing full well how it affects people in his bed.
Eddie gasps above him, running a hand through Steve’s hair roughly, pulling it hard, “If youdon’t start eating my cunt, I will walk out the door and find another alpha to do the job.”
Steve groans, immediately putting his face down between the omega’s legs. He thanks whatever gods may be out there that Eddie had pulled off his own (sinfully short) shorts off when he’d been stripping himself. His breath ghosts over the lacy black panties that meet him, already glistening in the low light of his bedroom with slick. He runs the flat of his tongue up his slit, loving the way his little cocklette bounces in the soft black fabric. Eddie grinds into his face, the hand in his hair pressing him even closer.
Steve’s hip rut into the bed as the omega takes what he wants.
“More, daddy.”
Steve happily complies, licking in earnest at his folds, slick coating his tongue in the most delicious way, even through the fabric. It’s a mess of spit and slick and it’s the only place Steve ever wants to be. Eddie yanks his head back by his hair, grabbing his chin with his other hand. He forces his mouth open with his thumb, pressing his tongue down. Steve thinks it’s a wonder he hasn’t popped his knot.“Stop teasing me, alpha. Eat me like you mean it,” he spits in Steve’s mouth before shoving him back down between his legs. Steve thinks he’d punch out a breath if he had the room, but he’s nearly suffocating into the omega’s dripping cunt and it feels so fucking good he never wants to leave. He wants to please the omega though, so he works a hand up to pull Eddie’s soaking panties aside, trapping his cocklette in the fabric, and revealing his beautifully pink pussy.
He wastes no time in making a feast of Eddie’s slick. His tongue runs up every fold, sucking his lips lightly into his mouth, drinking up every bit of slick he finds, moving out to nip at the sensitive skin connecting the omega’s cunt and his thigh. Eddie has his hand clawed into hair, not pushing or pulling anymore, just firmly keeping him in place and it makes his hips stutter a bit into his mattress. Eddie whimpers softly, “You give head to every musical omega you meet?”
“Only the pretty ones,” Steve winks before diving back in. He works his tongue around Eddie’s sensitive little hole, pushing the tip of the muscle lightly against it. He’s met with little resistance, easily working into Eddie, fucking him with his tongue. He moans into the feeling, working his other hand up to spread Eddie’s lips and give me even more access.
Eddie punches out a breath, followed by a string of curses. And Steve glances up now to see him, beautiful and sweaty, head thrown back against his headboard. His other hand pulling on his ownhair before sliding down his chest to thumb at his nipples.
He’s the most gorgeous sight Steve has ever had the pleasure of viewing.
Steve pulls his mouth off the omega’s pussy, licking up the slick that follows him, before quickly replacing his tongue with a finger. His jaw aches but that doesn’t stop him from mouthing at the omega’s little cocklette, still trapped in black satin. He curls his finger inside Eddie, earning a high whine from the omega above him.
“That’s it daddy, take care of your omega like a good alpha. Doin so good for me Stevie, makin me feel so good,” he thinks Eddie might be delirious but he can’t help humming at the praise, pleased with himself for making this man come undone.
He may not know anything about musicals, but he’s confident in his ability to eat pussy. He pokes another finger into the omega’s tight, wet hole, stretching him open now on his fingers.He tongues the panties fully off the omega’s cocklette and easily takes him in his mouth as he shoves another finger in, curling them all up into the same spot that made Eddie chatter at him.He massages there, enjoying the feel of his little dick bouncing on his tongue as he plays with it in his mouth like a toy.“Steve,” the omega moans, “Stevie- baby- I’m gonna-”
Steve hums around his cocklette, pushing hard against the pleasure spot under his fingers and Eddie’s cumming in his mouth and clenching so goddamn tightly around his fingers, milking them like a knot. When his little, omega dick stops twitching against the roof of his mouth, he gives it one last, hard suck before pulling off and kissing it in thanks. He waits for the omega’s walls to stop trying to suck his hand in further, running his free hand up and down Eddie’s side to soothe him.
Steve watches Eddie’s face as he comes back down from the hazy, omegan clouds he’s lost in, finally able to slide his fingers out of his hole- hand, wrist, a bit of his arm absolutely coated in slick. He can’t resist licking himself clean.
He’s achingly hard, precum practically shooting out of his cock and staining the sheets beneath him but he doesn’t really care.
Not when Eddie fucking pounces on him, grabbing his face and biting at his lips and licking his teeth until he opens his mouth to let him in. He lets Eddie devour any last trace of himself from his mouth, let’s him turn them over so he’s on his back and straddle his waist before he needs to fucking breathe for a second.
He pulls back, nipping at Eddie’s lips one more time.
“Good?” He chuckles at the mean playful little glare Eddie gives him. He lets Eddie grab his jaw, hard (hoping the omega leaves bruises of his fingertips, even if they don’t stay for long) in sharp contrast to the kiss he presses into him soft and slow. Just his lips moving against his, languidly.
“Fucking perfect, daddy.” Steve rumbles in his chest at that, his hips bucking up on their own.
Eddie gets that dangerous glint back in his eye, “You wanna fuck me, daddy? Hm? Split me open on your fat knot and pup me full?” He’s speaking lowly between them, watching Steve’s face grow even darker, sweat tacking some of his hair to his face.
All his alpha has wanted all night offered to him in sweet, dark words, but he needed to be sure, “Are you sure, Eddie?”
Eddie smiles genuinely sweetly at him then, and releases his grip, soothing his face where he’d held him with a soft brush of his thumbs, “I’m on birth control, baby,” he pecks Steve’s nose like he’s some kind of cute little thing, “and I promise I can show you my papers proving I’m clean and I’m sure you’d show me yours right?” Steve nods even though he doesn’t think he needs to. He doesn’t think they would have gotten this far without both of them being clean anyways. Eddie just keeps cooing at him and, speaking softly like the alpha beneath him wouldn’t tear him apart given the chance, “You wanna fuck me, right?”
Steve nods again, whining high in the back of his throat, hips fucking into the air, cock achingly hard. When Eddie reaches back and touches him, Steve throws his head back moaning like a whore. He desperately seeks the friction Eddie’s petite omega hand provides, “Please, omega, please. However you want it.”
He gasps loudly as Eddie squeezes his knot, “Not gonna last long,” he punches out as Eddie scoots back to line himself up for Steve.
“You just take what you need,” he sinks down in one fluid motion, “Daddy.”
Steve pulls Eddie down to him, crashing their lips together as he pistons his dick up into the tight, wet heat of omega.
He flips them over, loves the feeling of Eddie wrapping his legs around him, leaving their mouths close enough that his words fall right into Steve, “So good, daddy! Hhgnn. So big, splitting me open like a peach. I don’t know how! Uhnn.. you’re gonna fit your knot inside.”
Steve growls, biting hard into Eddie’s shoulder, definitely enough to bruise and leave a mark (claim, mine) for days to come. His knot’s fully inflated already, pressing against the omega’s opening and Steve gives a hard thrust, forcing himself completely inside the omega.
Eddie cries out, digging his nails into Steve’s shoulders, making him growl low in chest. “That’s it, daddy! Fill me up with your pups. I want them so bad! Want you-!” Eddie keens high, clenching down hard on Steve’s knot and the alpha quickly follows his orgasm, spilling into the empty hole.
He moans as the omega’s walls squeeze him, milking him for every drop. His eyes roll back in his head with pleasure and he takes a minute to breathe, coming down from his high fast as his alpha demands to check on the omega beneath him.
Eddie’s blissed out, a warm smile curving his lips, flushed bright pink and sweaty and he’s the most glorious thing Steve’s ever seen. He carefully scoops the willing, pliable puddle of omega into his arms and rolls them back over as gently as he can, his knot still firmly caught. He’ll gladly take the weight of another body on his, soft and warm and so, so good, for the time ittakes for his knot to deflate.
He strokes his fingers lightly up and down Eddie’s back, feeling the little bumps of his ribs and spine against his fingers. He tucks Eddie’s head into his neck so he can float back down from his omegan subspace in comfort.
Also, his alpha desperately wants this omega to like his scent enough that they do this again.And again.
As much as Eddie will let him.
Steve scents at the omega’s neck and gratefully allows the soft, sweet smell of omega fill his lungs.
It’s better than nicotine.
A nose nuzzles into his neck, the omega stirring a bit in his arms. A light kiss presses into his mating gland and Steve sighs, absolutely in love with the feeling.
“Hi,” a quiet voice speaks into his ear.
Steve smiles turning his head to get a good look at him, “Hey.”
Eddie is fucking beautiful. And Steve is completely fucking whipped for him.
“It’s been nice to meet you.”
He was not expecting that. He laughs wholeheartedly, the omega joining him in little giggles when he snorts. “Nice to meet you, he says, as if I don’t have my knot buried his cunt.”
Eddie wiggles his hips in retaliation, pulling uncomfortably at the oversensitive dick inside him and making Steve hiss at the sensation.
“Mhm, you were saying big boy?” Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at him, making Steve laugh again.
“You’re a menace, babydoll.”
“Only for you…daddy,” Eddie bites his ear and Steve groans, turning into him to kiss him again.
He could get used to this
“I could get used to this,” he confesses to the omega.
Eddie peck him on the lips, “Me too,” he feigns an innocent look on his face, “I don’t think I could ever go back to getting mediocre head.”
Steve laughs, setting Eddie off with him. And that’s how they spend the rest of their night. Laughing and joking and kissing until Steve’s knot deflates and then they do it some more. Unable to stop poking fun at each other. Having fun together. It feels so nice.
“Do you want to stay the night?” It’s the first serious thing he’s said in what feels like forever.
Eddie’s quick to respond though, soft smile on his lips.
“I would love to.”