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[Steve groans, moving a little more steady now. His pacing has increased as Eddie's situated himself, making it easier for him to go deeper. He's still a little blown away by the fact that Eddie's come to him for this, but it's very clear how much the other had wanted this.

And really he has, too. Steve hasn't hidden it. His attraction is deeper than sexual, but being able to play that out and explore more in a setting that doesn't shame them or question it feels good. So he's taking this opportunity, kissing him hard when he finally thrusts entirely into Eddie, letting him take his full length.

There's another groan, the sensation of being inside of him, over him kissing, and the slow way his hand has been jerking him is a lot for him as well, but he's working a little more instantly when he feels Eddie start to stir in his hand.]

You like that, hmm? Feeling me inside of you like this? [Because a little dirty talk might be hot, too.]

[ So this is how Steve Harrington makes someone feel when he's inside of them. The nerve, really, to think that Eddie could conjure up words out of thin air when he's been stretched and is wide open, that perfect cock as he's referred to it as, tenderly sliding in and out of him. He hisses out at first, eyes searching for Steve's, strain and pleasure weaving together in an attempted steady stare. It's his second reaction, throbbing of his own shaft bringing his lips to crash back up onto Steve's.

Whiny moans leaving him as his head falls back once more, he digs his fingers into the other man's back, something to really hold onto as he relishes the tumult of sensations. ]

I... [ his voice breaks, stomach tightening, fingers sinking in harder, a very slight rise of his hips so he can press back, desire to feel every inch of their skin touch that can, wants to show even minute displays of the encouragement his body screams. He bites his lip, breathless for a few moments. ] Uh huh. [ He settles on that, a brief affirmative, having to steady his breath again so he can give more. ] Don't, never, think, I. I, mmm, never felt like this. This good. [ Said through lust, but he means that. There's no room for considering if his feeling that means more than the physical, but he'll come back to this thought in the future and realize there'd been more, even if he couldn't define it.

His face tilts up to nip at Steve's bottom lip, another moan tumbling out from the pleasure radiating through him around the other's cock. ] Your dick it's...just, big, perfect. Love how you, sink into me. Gonna get me off with that, ah! Your fingers.

[ You're making this hard, Steve, but Eddie's into, likes it, has felt the surge of resolve to get as many words out as he can, devoting his stamina into speaking dirty words right back. ] My tight ass gonna make you come? You gonna shoot your load into me? [ Limited experience and all, he's a quick learner; he knows what it feels like to give and receive pleasure from Steve, and he wants to help make it as amazing as he can. ]

[It's not that Steve doesn't feel it, but his control is fairly good, trying to not just drive himself into Eddie fast and hard-- not yet anyway. He's concentrating on just keeping that steady pace for now, but it's easy to get lost in the way the other feels, and even more so when he starts talking.

And who doesn't like being told their dick is big? He can feel him twitch inside of him, and he's groaning before kissing him harder, pushing his tongue into Eddie's mouth. Fuck, this feels so good, and when he tells Steve he's going to get off with him it just makes him stroke further.

Until he bucks hard at the thought of just how tight Eddie is.] Fuck, Eddie. Yes. God, you're so tight. Never had someone on you, huh? But you wanted me to fuck you.

[Which clearly he'll happily oblige.] Mmm, gunna make you cum first before I cum in your tight ass. [Another grunt as his hands tighten in the sheets, thrusting a little harder now. Fuck, it's all he wants.]

[ Eddie grabs onto the back of Steve's head, fingers sliding through his hair to dig into his scalp, tugging and tangling sections of what is undeniably one of the other's most prized physical traits and for good reason. Steve's hair is hot, and Eddie can't help wanting to touch it as much as he can as he twists his tongue with his friend's, panting harder and moaning loudly when his own cock is stroked more pointedly.

A sharp sound passes out of him with that hard buck, and he swears he's seeing stars, legs quivering when Steve shoots back more words. Fuck, it really is hotter than any other moment of Eddie's life.

One leg shifts, sliding up against Steve's and wrapping around him at his ass, moans constant with every dirty word that falls out of man who's fucking him, so tender and slow up until Eddie could take all of him. He grunts, chest rising and falling fast, the start of a nod that, yep, he's never done this before, a higher pitched whining moan at having wanted Steve to fuck him.

His cock getting stiffer, sending a course of being close to climax up through his body, sparks shooting all through him, Eddie bucks back up against Steve's thrusts, captivated by each drive of that cock inside of him.

He lifts his face, lips pushing onto Steve's, shoving his tongue in and moaning into his mouth, head snapping back, hitting the bed as he groans. ] Fuck, yeah, fill me up, Steve. Show me what it's like, your hot jizz in my ass, where no one's fucked before you. [ And he gets the words out, cry of pleasure rocketing out of his lips as he comes hard, body shaking, stomach tensing and trying to release, muscles of his ass tightening harder around Steve's dick. ]

[His pace is getting a little faster, holding at him a little rougher. Steve isn't going full force at him for it just being his first time, but it feels good, and he can obviously tell that Eddie likes it, too. He's watching his face carefully, even though he knows it would be so easy to get lost in the feeling of how he was clenching him, the tighter muscles of his ass, and he wants to, but right now the more important thing is getting Eddie off to it, too.

So that's where he keeps his attention, hand stroking over him even as he feel some of the precum leak onto his finger. It's hot, and he rolls his hips a little more, having him take all of him now.

The fact Eddie is so verbal isn't a surprise, and it makes him hard to hear all the filthy words stumble out of his mouth. He watches as the other tumbles into his own orgasm, and he leans down to kiss him, masking his cries with his own mouth as he gets Eddie's come between them, still fucking him through it.]

Fuck, you're hot like this. [He's almost panting himself, thrusts getting a little more erratic, but trying to not buck too hard. He wants to come inside of him so bad though, it's hard to focus on anything else.]

[ Eddie's orgasm spurts harder when Steve kisses him, panting in between the unabated sounds of being fully absorbed with his climax, loving every thrust of the whole of Steve's cock.

He whimpers, whining another moan at Steve's words, dick sensitive and still somewhat hard from coming. It really has been as close to perfect as he could imagine, and he wants Steve to get off as hard as he can too. Eddie reels from endorphins, the effects of the aphro still in his body too, so he decides to be more forward. If it's too much, if he's struck with some pain, he really doesn't care, is sure of what he's about to say. ]

So are you. [ Whispered out, little murmurs before he kisses Steve again. ] Fuck me harder, Steve. Give it to me, want you to shoot hard inside me. [ And he shifts, moaning from the extra sensation, bringing his other leg up along Steve's hip, wanting to spread himself out more. ] I need your cum, Steve, come on.

[ A touch urgent, force behind his words, wanting to give Steve even more of a reason to come. ]

[A hand comes down to Eddie's hip to hold him right where he needs him. Likely there will be small, finger shaped bruises around his hip in the morning, but right now Steve's just concentrating on how tight and hot Eddie feels with his own cock buried inside of him.

He's concentrating on that, on the feeling of Eddie's come already on him, on the way his lips feel on his skin. Fuck, he groans louder when he tells him that he needs him come, and God, he's so close. He's so close, and he wants nothing more than to do that.

There's a few last rough, erratic thrusts, pumping in and out of him with a few quick slams into him. He can hear the way his body slaps against him before he's finally giving in and letting go. It's a hard, low moan before he finally stills, keeping himself pressed into his friend as he comes.]

[ Eddie's still on the high of coming, long set of shaky moans over how Steve grasps onto his hip. Those sounds continue through harder thrusts, skin crackling with sensation as they slap together, muscles of his chest clenching and rolling under the intensity. He's tighter around Steve, groaning and looking through needy eyes at the other man's face to watch him as he empties into him, moaning when he can sense the extra heat, biting down on his lip at the sensation of cum shooting out of his friend and pooling within him.

He grabs Steve by the back of his head, pulling him down for a fierce kiss, long and hard, a sharp inhale to maintain some air supply so it can lost as long as Eddie needs. He's not going to be the one to break it, willing to go lightheaded, already so from the way Steve has fucked him.

He pushes into Steve, holding him in place with one leg, wanting to relish in the way bodies feel tangled and connected, humming into the kiss. ]

[He's not entirely there in the moment, able to be pliable and bent for Eddie to kiss him. It's his lips that pull him back, groaning into the kiss when his body seems to feel every point their body is touching. His cock is still in him, and he isn't moving, yet. Eddie has him too twisted, and the kiss feels like too much.

Something else is there, he notes. He knows he's already accepting Eddie as one of his own. He doesn't know everything that transpired in Hawkins, and he doesn't need to. All that really matters is the shit they've already gone through here, and Steve isn't going to take this for granted again. He's glad Eddie's there even if it means they're both stuck in this hell hole for a city. It could be worse.

So he kisses him back, trying to convey the words he just doesn't have. One hand pushes onto the mattress, keeping their bodies right where they are and pressed together.]

[ Eddie's mind is heavy with how amazing he feels, that another person could send these kinds of waves through his body, that he could really be this connected to anyone else. It's more than physical, though that doesn't translate fully for him, sparks of aftershocks radiating between them, a desire swept over him to keep Steve's cock inside of him for a long as it rightly can be.

His lips pause only when they're forced to from a need to draw in oxygen, sharp inhale, face shifting back to try to meet Steve's. A rumbling, delighted sound rolls in from his throat to his belly, forehead creasing with the way even that action sends shivers down through his dick and into his ass, knowing Steve can feel it too, the otherwise inconsequestional laugh brushing over how sensitive his own skin is. ]

See? [ Whispered out, lips jutting to press against the others again, a smile behind what could be a fuller kiss, but instead he speaks into Steve's mouth. ] Knew you'd be...amazing like this. Like that.

[ Then though, he has to kiss Steve again, pushing up into his already spent cock, whining from the stimulation, tangling their tongues together and waiting for Steve to be the first one to make a move to start slipping out, to move from a position that, now, is officially one of Eddie's favorites. Who ever could've imagined he'd lose his anal v-card to Steve Harrington? In that moment, he can't think of it happening literally any other way.]

[Steve does have to eventually move, the feeling of still being inside of him sending a shiver down his spine. It takes a moment to adjust and pull out, but he just moves to his side with his arms still around Eddie. He's tired, and that was a lot, but he looks mostly pleased despite how messy they both got.

Eddie's words get a soft hum out of him in agreement, eyes looking over at him at the thought of Eddie thinking about this before now. He had, too, when Eddie was in his bed the last time, but he didn't want to jump straight to fucking him when he was pretty sure he hadn't had much experience with men. Steve takes a breath then and just leans into Eddie for a moment.]

Stay over? You can take a shower later if you want. [Right now he just wants to lay with someone he feels connected to, not having that for awhile now.]

[ Eddie whines, brows knitting hard when Steve pulls out, breathing out as his body goes slacker, muscles relaxing even as his body still hums with sensation. He slides his head so it's snuggling into the crook of Steve's neck, his own arms wrapping around the other man, body shifting to stay close as he can, not wanting any separation.

First time being fucked by a man, first kiss with a man, first handjob and blowjob with a man. Lots of firsts for Eddie with Steve, and he's glowing with pleasure now that they've done this physical act, too. He's wanted to, yearned to, wanted to dive in once their lips first touched, but even now as it's happened with an aphro-laden brain, he's glad for every step their path has taken them on.

He sighs out, slowly, nodding, shifting so he can meet Steve's eyes. ] Absolutely. And yeah. Later. [ Because they are of one mind about this, the want to stay connected, to be close, and really drink in one another. ]

Couldn't stand up right now if I wanted to. [ He leans to give him a quick kiss before he settles back, putting his head where he'd had it before, hair pressing up against Steve's skin, hands happily resting without intent to move. ]

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they're perfect ;; end?