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[ Eddie's found himself back in his room, back to the wall, pillow propped between his knees. It's been a day, and he's tried to let his brain and arousal settle by trying to go to sleep early. He's not so certain when the constant horniness will fade but certainly it can't last forever, right?

He's thought about jacking off to the porn he's realized is accessible on the device, but his brief attempt at that ended with some disappointment in being alone. So, device in hand, he thinks of the person he's used it to talk to the most: Steve.

He's only a little torn as he types, cock twitching, remembering how it did when even kissing was but a suggestion. Well he'll regret this later... ] steve. i cant stop thinking about what it felt like having you on top of me
you should come over and do that now

[ Eddie's first all-consuming aphro-induced fuckaton day. Ah. If there've been any warnings about the free energy drinks from Steve, they hadn't been seen, and he's too hard to even consider what Steve's current frame of mind is. If he's aware of the drinks or not. Oops? ]

[Steve has already learned that he should not consume anything the city is promoting unless there’s a good reason or he’s doing it with someone he wouldn’t mind exploring more with. So he’s completely sober when he gets this text, but it’s not hard to have him reacting in a certain way.]

guess you’ve adapted to technology

you want to come up here again? [Because he’s not going to turn down an offer like that.]

hey always have been a quick learner

and yeah
ill be up

[ Anticipation of getting his lips on Steve's again is really all that keeps Eddie focused as he makes the journey, jeans tight and distractions abound. Granted once he's considered being physical with Steve, it's a driving force that makes his steps go, go.

He shoots a text off as he goes. ] ya know it would be alot easier if you were like closer all the time

[ But he's moving, no problems with getting to the Up. Eddie Munson isn't one to feel the need to knock once he's made himself at home, when he's somewhere he's comfortable, so he lets himself in. And wherever he might find Steve? That's exactly the place that Eddie takes it upon himself, no words or pause, to kiss him. His lips crash against Steve's, feet getting ahead of himself and taking them both a couple of stumbling steps. Both of his hands go up, sinking into and gripping Steve's hair, the urgency to, at absolute minimum, kiss as deeply as he can. ]

means you need to get a Dom

[Not that he entirely likes the thought of him being with someone, but then that is certainly how this place operates. It doesn't take too long before Steve hears someone come in. He's not entirely surprised by the way he seems to just burst in. He sort of does that naturally, though he isn't expecting the sudden need.

The kiss is a surprise, and he actually likes it, leaning in to kiss him back. He hums against his lips, one arm moving around to draw him in.]

Well this is a surprise.

[A very good one.]

[ The break in the kiss makes Eddie whine softly, body pressing into Steve's when he feels that encouragement. ] A good one. Great. Even. The best. [ Because for all that he knows there's an effect from that energy drink, there've been moments where he's been lost in what it feels like to kiss Steve, to touch him, to have their bodies pushed against each other. He's a direct guy anyway, and now is as good a time as any to really share that bed of Steve's, isn't it?

His hips roll for some friction against Steve's crotch, rock hard in the time he's had to continue fantasizing about what they could do.

He kisses Steve again, groaning as his cock twitches. ] I wanna know what you taste like, Harrington. [ He makes a sound like a whine and a groan, reflex making the last name tumble out. ] Steve. I wanna touch you, everywhere, I-I wanna come at, at the same time as you. Wanna [ and his rambling mouth lowers to occupy itself with kisses Steve's neck, sucking on his skin ] blow you.

[ He wants to do a lot, Steve, and sharing so seems like a good route to go. His tone is thick with lust, hips grinding gently onto Steve's, lost in finally being there with him. ]

[It takes all of three seconds to realize that Eddie is definitely aphro'd. He knows what that's like and how it feels, and even know that same sort of desperation isn't mirrored in Steve, that doesn't mean he doesn't want this on some carnal level. Besides it might be best to try and get this out of his system with Steve than just let the poor guy go back into the city. Who knows where he'd end up.

So when he feels him press his hips against him, one arm goes around Eddie's waist with a grin, listening to him list off his fantasies. He never expected him to have a list he wanted to do, but he also kind of likes that. It makes him feel wanted in a way he isn't expecting.]

Seems like you know what you want. [And Steve isn't objecting to anything, letting his mouth travel over his own neck. It feels good as he inhales slowly.]

How about we get out of these clothes first, huh? [Makes it a little easier to start tugging him out of his jean jacket first. They can work on what to do with their bodies after.]

[ In that moment, Eddie's confident that he can list off a lot of things that he wants, focus flitting among varying acts that he's equipped to name, but Steve's acknowledgement of that leaves him breathing ] yeah, everything [ against Steve's neck.

His eyes flick up, body straightening to help shrug the jacket off, hands going to fiddle at the button of his own jeans before they shoot over to undo Steve's instead, fingertips tracing down the zipper but leaving it as is. They rise again though, slipping under the back of Steve's shirt and tracing up along flesh with a hum of contentment. ] Yeah you have too many clothes on, big boy. [ And his fingers reach to grip at fabric to urge the shirt off Steve, pulling it up encouragingly. He gives a peck of a kiss, grinning through lusty eyes, just as Steve's head and face are free from the shirt coming off.

Fingers return to Steve's waist, playing at fabric still there, face tilting to kiss his shoulder, touch drifting back to the tiny patch of exposed skin where the button of his jeans is undone. This thumb hooks the little open hole, pulling at it to tug Steve the tiniest bit toward him. ] Tell me what you want, Steve.

[It might be the aphros, but just hearing Eddie admit that he wants 'everything' definitely does something Steve. 'Everything' is a lot. 'Everything' is every little thing Steve can imagine, and while he hasn't let himself go too far, it's not as if he hasn't thought about it since the other showed up.

Of course Eddie manages to throw him off every time he comes up with some inappropriate nickname, and he's not used to it at all, but Eddie's occupying his brain by trying to get his pants off, stopping just short of his zipper before they move under his shirt. He tugs that off first, because that's easy to just get up and over his head before he's finishing getting out of his pants. His own hands are just as greedy, trying to get Eddie out of his shirt.]

You. [It seems simple, but admitting it is still something pretty big for him. Steve wasn't even sure if he was going to see Eddie again, and now he's there and telling him he wants everything. One hand slides up his cheek before leaning into kiss him again deeply, conveying that yeah, he wants everything, too.]

[ Eddie's heart races when he feels Steve tugging to get his shirt off, biting on the inside of his lip as he shifts to shrug out of it. Fingers instinctively go to start unbuttoning his jeans, cock jumping when he sees Steve getting those off himself. Then that answer, and he swears he could've cum right there, just from that, fingers frozen at his waistband when he feels Steve's hand on his cheek, that kiss revealing a great deal.

He kisses back, moaning low in his throat and working to shove his jeans down over his hips, stepping out of them and kicking awkwardly to free his ankles and feet from them. Checkered boxers don't hide his full erection, tent high as he crashes his body back onto Steve, grabbing him by the ass to grind them together with a groaning exhale. Another deep kiss, hands shifting, tips of fingers shoving down under the band of Steve's underwear to start pulling them down, letting Steve work them down the rest of the way.

His face pulls back briefly ] you got me [ before he kisses him again, deep and certain, for another several seconds. Then, he's kissing Steve's chin, his neck, hands at his back to hold onto for some sort of leverage, lips trailing kisses down his chest, eyes cast up to watch Steve's face. He lingers at his abdomen, humming onto his skin, going down, stopping just to the side of Steve's dick.

Kneeling at that point, he gives a little smile up, face angling so his warm breath can mingle with the heat he feels there, lips parting to draw his tongue up the length. He knows his way around his own penis, at least, and he's eager to find out what Steve likes, aphro helping with no hesitance to start doing something he's already wanted to do. He looks to Steve though, not nervous but still waiting for his reactions. ]

[Eddie shifts to take off his pants, and Steve is standing back enough to watch him with a little smirk. He doesn't know exactly how they got to this point, but he'll admire the view before Eddie's attacking him with such vigor, the other man actually pushes him against the wall. It's unexpected, but Steve will take it.

His lips crash back against his, hands pausing while slightly raised. He takes a moment before his hands are sliding from his cheek and into his hair. He's a little breathless when Eddie says he has him, and he feels that sort of contentment he's been looking for settle in his chest. He doesn't know what they are and nor is he going to question it now, but to Steve it just feels nice.

So he kisses him back again before Eddie's mouth starts to wander over his body, and somehow Steve is not surprised when Eddie also ends up on his knees. It's a very common occurrence that things start out like this, but it's definitely a sight to have the heavy metal enthusiast on his knees like this. Hastily he's already shoving what's left of his clothes off, letting it pool down around his ankles before he's stepping out of them.]

You wanna taste me? [He offers, a hand going around his hardening dick. Yeah, Eddie's already got that affect on him, and he's not aphro'd.]

[ Eddie grows stiffer in his boxers when Steve grabs onto his dick, breathy and faintly nodding with the prompting. Steve is so warm, hot near Eddie's skin. The man before him, that length of flesh, is all he has thoughts for, especially after most of their clothes have come off. ] I wanna.

[ He brings his lips to press against the head of Steve's cock, parting a little and breathing for a second before he engulfs only the tip, tongue drawing circles centering on the opening. A moan immediately surges from his throat, lips parting enough to breathe in and out before they close again, sliding farther down onto Steve's shaft. Eddie palms his own erection through his boxers, giving himself friction, needing it at the first taste of a Steve, over having a cock in his mouth.

There is no real teasing, all of his actions a result of how heady and needy he is, sucking up and down in deliberate strokes, trying to mirror what he knows he likes when someone's giving him a blowjob.

His free hand reaches to curl around and rest at Steve's hip before his head bobs again and he slowly releases Steve from his mouth, letting his chin rest at its tip. ] Good, babe? [ He wants to hear from Steve, no intention to stop, but his desire rushes with need to hear the other man's voice, his reactions in the verbal. ]

[Steve's head nearly spins from what's happening, not fully realizing how aphro'd Eddie is, but figuring it has to be something. He's even more glad that they had a talk before they every did anything back in his room a few days prior, because it's hard to resist the other man getting on his knees and starting to suck him off.]

Fuck-- [His hand hits the wall to lean, his knees already feeling weak at what Eddie's mouth was doing to him. He shifts a little, but he doesn't push too hard, not wanting to accidentally shove himself into his mouth. Not right now anyway. He knows this is all knew for Eddie, and the last thing he wants is for a terrible first time.

He does start to work up though, taking more into his mouth as Steve looks down and watches him bob on his cock. He can feel himself twitch a little as Eddie looks back up at him. Just that sight alone has him groaning.]

God, you look so hot with me in your mouth. [Yeah, Steve's good. Definitely good. One hand moves around to brush some of his hair out of his face, because he wants to watch as the other sucks him off. He's already getting so hard.]

[ Eddie is loud, proud, acts like he can be in charge of whatever he puts his mind to, on the regular. Intimacy and sex, he's slower with when feelings come into the mix; and his first foray into being intimate with Steve came with gradual steps, both of them clearheaded and curious, wanting to explore what they might have and enjoy together. He wants to be with Steve like this, and their friendship and conversations before are what will keep him from not feeling embarrassed over coming so hard, strong and without any real regard for more than the physical.

Thankfully, he does want this. He knows Steve does, too. Aphro or not. Having reached out to Steve when he's so aroused really may just come with the perk of no awkwardness past a groan with a laugh in the morning.

The hand at his groin maneuvers his boxers to slip down enough so he can drag fingers in a rough stroke over his own cock after Steve says that, brushes hair away. ] Yeah. Makes me feel hot. [ A needy little groan, peering up at the lines of Steve's face. ] Fuck. [ He licks over his lips, sinking his mouth back over Steve's dick, that declaration of how hot what he's doing looks just going straight to his erection.

He gradually brings more of the shaft in as he goes, working up to let as much of Steve fill his mouth before he's outright about to choke. He hums around skin, groaning and moaning with his own touch to himself, liking the taste and full feeling of Steve. He angles his head for respites of wanting to just let it sink into his throat and really not being equipped for that, letting the head press and sink into the soft sides of his cheeks.

Intoxicated by the new experience, he keeps at it, moments spared for breath, lips wet and saliva running down onto his chin. Getting Steve off is really his only focus, though his body surges with wanting to explore more and more with how their bodies can tangle together. ]

[Maybe it's just because he's a simple man with simple wants, and sucking his dick can pretty much get him there, but just watching Eddie like this goes straight to his cock anyway. And when it's Eddie that's telling him that it makes him feel hot to suck his dick, yeah, he can't help the way he twitches in his mouth, fully hard now. Eddie will most likely taste a bit of pre-cum as he tries to stifle a moan.

A few more good strokes of his mouth, trying to take him all the way back and what he does with his cheeks and tongue, and Steve knows it's not going to take a whole lot longer.]

Look, dude, [He swallows to try and make the words arrange in his brain, because all the blood has flooded to his groin.] I'm gunna cum soon. If you want me to like do the same to you, that's cool. But like if you want something else, you gotta let me know.

[He also doesn't exactly know if the other is okay with him coming in his mouth or on him or if Steve should just pull back and grab an old t-shirt or something.]

[ Eddie stills for only a second, not stopping until Steve points out that he'll have to use his words if he wants something else. It's a good of a time as any to speak another fave on his list of things he's wanted to do. He shifts away, letting his own boxers finally slide off and away, a hand rising to Steve's dick and rubbing a thumb over its tip. Rising, putting a hand on the wall beside Steve for leverage, he nods once he's erect again, reaching to slide fingers onto Steve's neck just below his ear. ] Yeah, I want you to fuck me. Fill me up with this [ the teasing Steve's cock shifts so it strokes languidly, deliberately, down his shaft with a light squeeze at its base ] perfect dick of yours.

[ Eager and yearning, desperate and willing, he leans in for another kiss, twisting his tongue against Steve's and moaning in his throat, hips jutting forward so brush his cock against Steve's. He wants to taste all of Steve, have him cum in his mouth, hints of that already there, but they'll have more time to do that, too.

Pulling back, looking into Steve's eyes, he whimpers quietly at the touch of their dicks, breathing out hard. ] I've thought about it, before today. [ He adds it on, not caring that he's under the effects of an aphro, but he certainly is a virgin in this respect and, well, he doesn't want Steve to think it's only the aphro, that he wants it go that far, as complete as they can make their connection. ]

[Fuck, he's ready to abandon it all when Eddie runs a thumb over the head of his cock, groaning at just being touched right now. If Eddie asked anything right now, Steve would likely say yes even if he barely outwardly shows it other than a flutter of his lashes as the other starts to stroke him.]

Hold on-- [He pulls back only slightly, keeping his hips in place as he reaches for the bed stand table. In the drawer he's got a small bottle of lube he keeps there. He hasn't really used it, but it's just one of those things that should be just around in case of its need given the way the city operates.

He's looking up when Eddie presses his own cock against him and tells him that. His brows are raised, but he's smirking, because Eddie's not the only one who has thought about it.]

Yeah? You've thought about me taking you-- like that? [Because now he's very interested in those details.]

[ Eddie can't help the smug surge over getting that kind of groan from Steve, echoing it from wanting to bring him apart in his hands. There's always time for anything they might want to do, really, and his hand stays where it is when Steve speaks, shifts, his line of sight following where the movement is directed. There's a soft exhale, a silent 'oh,' the lube an essential, and he's glad Steve has some right there. The details between that moment and getting Steve's cock inside of him are, perhaps, not what he's thinking about most, though.

His thumb becomes more teasing rather than direct with that acquisition of lube, settling at the edge of the head as his gaze slides back to meet Steve's. A dead giveaway that they've both thought of doing the same thing, that classic smirk, and Eddie is left with his stomach twisting with a new wave of desire. He smiles, small and reserved for the space between them in this moment, drawing in and hotly focused as he hums low in his throat, nodding. ] Yeah. I mean, when you keep getting on top of me -- [ maybe, like, a couple times, but he's standing by this reasoning ] how could I not?

I want...you, on top of me, so I can... [ a hum mixed with a groan of want ] wrap my legs around you while you just...plow into me. [ Another heavy breath. ] So I can watch your face while you're inside me... [ and he's stroking Steve's dick again, glancing down at his hard shaft, slow but urgent in his voice. ] Other ways too, but that's what I want, first, now.

[Steve can't help the self satisfied grin as he does close that gap between them, slotting himself so he can lean over Eddie, making sure to lower and keep him against the bed. He likes that Eddie is forward, that there's something in him that wants this. It makes it easier than trying to insist that Eddie's got to keep quota to survive here.

And if he wants to do it with Steve, even better. He doesn't know how or when that like crossed from friends to more, maybe some time when they were listening to music, and that kiss turned into something heated between the two of them, but Steve isn't shy of it either. He's had a year here to explore more of his sexuality, and while the questions and exactness sometimes still lingers, Steve is also a fly by the seat of your pants man, and that's exactly what he's doing now.

So he starts pouring a little bit of the lube on himself. Eddie's hand is already stoking him, and he knows he'll see to it getting where it needs to go. Meanwhile his own hand starts lower on Eddie, slipping from his shaft down lower and lower until he's making eye contact right where his fingers mean to. He's not pushing too hard, just sort of touching, getting Eddie used to the idea.]

Yeah? I can do that.

[ Eddie's wanted to stay at Steve's however long they're allowed, following the rules closely so neither of them get into trouble. The bed in the motel isn't the worst in the world, but sharing space with Steve is preferable. Coming to Steve when he's heavily aphro'd is also mentally satiating him in ways he's really yet to realize. He's had sex with other people already too, but there's no one he's gone out of his way to seek out other than Steve. Could be due to the open invitation to help one another. Or it's more, an urge that hasn't become fully realized, nuanced and threatening to deepen.

He likes it when Steve eases him down onto the bed, takes the lead and goes with the flow that the two of them are wide and willing to participate in. It may have been a tease, Steve getting on top of him and that being why he wants him to fuck him that way, but the crux of that desire is center in Eddie's desires. All they've done so far, touching and coming together, kissing and making out, he's felt guided by Steve, and he yearns for more of that as he explores further into his attraction to the other man.

He looks down when the lube is opened, humming in pleasure as his fingers lift and rise to bring it down to coat over the whole of Steve's cock. Attention downward for a couple moments more, he grunts, stomach and groin clenching and feeling twisty when he's touched, eyes closing and eyelids fluttering from the sensation of Steve's hand on him. He's making eye contact again before fingers drift down, his own stroking having stopped so his fingers rest at the base of Steve's shaft.

For a young man who explores in a lot of ways in life, his dick has always been pretty fine at getting the deed of climaxing done. It's the first time this area of his body's being touched, intimately, and he inhales sharply, shifting and partially wriggling until he eases against Steve's fingers. ] Yeah? You promise? 'Cause... [ he spreads his legs a little, thinking more room for this is likely for the better, a sound verging on a whine rumbling in his throat ] really, really wanna feel you, inside me. [ His face tilts up, stretching to kiss Steve, hand at the other's cock stroking a thumb just along the base, impatience roiling in his stomach. ]

[It's just easier if he doesn't think about it. It's not like things ever really go in his favor when he does, so Steve figures he's just going to go with whatever happens. Eddie came to him. He wants him. And yeah, they haven't really talked about what all of this means. They just find each other when one of them needs the other, and that isn't surprising that it's happened now when Eddie's clearly aphro'd.

Besides this is why Steve gave the open invitation anyway. He wants Eddie to feel like he can actually come to him for anything. He's been here a year now, and while he's not a Dom, he can still help. Steve really does want to help, and he knows that he actually does give a damn about Eddie. A whole hell of a lot of damns if he does think about it.

Which he's decidedly not right not. Instead he's just focused on the way the lube feels, coating his own hard length before he's working Eddie not with two fingers before slipping a third. He's tight, so he's not pushing him too deeply. Steve's pretty sure he's the first guy he's done this with, and while Steve's been here a year, he's only done this with a few himself. There was someone he had done regular sex with that was a guy, but he left recently, and it's not like Steve has been in a hurry to replace him.

But he knows Eddie trusts him, so as he kisses the other back, he can feel the way he strokes at his length, and there's a stifled groan before he's finally withdrawing his digits and leaning in.]

You good with this? [He's checking in once more, just to make sure Eddie's okay with what he's about to do. And once Eddie does give his consent, Steve's slowly guiding his own cock right to him, just feeling how Eddie's body reacts before he's just pushing his head gently into him.]

[ Eddie's body screams with heat and pleasure at every sensation from being like this with Steve. He curses, a 'fuck' interwoven into bitten down groans with the way Steve's fingers feel inside of him, the fuller feeling slick and intoxicating.

He may have gotten lost in the physical then if not for Steve verbally checking in, and he gives a shaky nod. ] Yeah, man, better than good. Promise. Please.

[ A deep breath fills his lungs when he feels how he stretches against the start of Steve's cock, both of his hands shifting to grab onto the other man's back. ] Fuck, Steve. [ Fingertips push into warm muscled flesh, stuttered groan as he peers into Steve's eyes through fluttering lashes. His head bobs in a brief nod, legs spreading more and back arching just a hair to encourage him to slide in more, stilling to let Steve set the pace when there's a harsher tug of an ache than he anticipates. He trusts Steve to take care of him, be sure that it's good, positive, memorable.

He's not thinking of how he's perceived, not currently a dervish of exclaimed need and forward physical acts. He's caught in each moment as it occurs, fueled by how their bodies are starting to connect and hitting sensitives Eddie wasn't aware of having.

He hadn't completely thought about wanting Steve to be the first guy he has penetrative sex with, though that had tickled at his brain here and there. The energy drink's effect so far left him sleeping with only a woman and once he's clearheaded again, he'll be grateful that he reached out to Steve to allow for this to happen. For now, there's a silent adoration for Steve, how he's set each step so smoothly, carefully.

Rushing the adjustment to having a dick in his ass is quickly a choice Eddie decides not to make, breath panting, and a whining moan slipping from him. ] Kiss me? [ He could do it, Steve's face is right there, but he'd wanted to ask for it, wanting even more tenderness. ]

[It's the 'please' that does something to him, like he can't get enough of Eddie asking him to fuck him. Steve's ego was once big enough for that to certainly be a thing, and while it still does things to him, he knows it's because it's Eddie, asking him, Steve Harrington, to fuck him for the first time. That feeling goes to his gut, and he takes that confirmation as what it is.

It's clear it's what they both want. He only pauses to just slick himself up one more time, making sure they're both coated before the head of his cock pushes against him, feeling the pressure of the ring of muscles.]

Relax. [He knows what that feeling is like, though he's only experienced it a few times himself. He gives into the request, too. That's the last thing he says before he dips down to kiss him. He's got one hand over him as the second moves down to prop on an elbow so his arm is under Eddie's. He groans into the kiss, all of his senses overcome by Eddie at once. The way he feels, how tight he is, how he tastes, it's all overwhelming in the best sense, and Steve knows he has to pace himself or this will be over before it ever begins.

And he wants so much more for them both to have been too quick on their first time. So hips are very slow to see just how much he can take, getting about mid-shaft before he's pulling back. He never stops moving, just going slow enough to see if it's painful at all for him and if Steve needs to stop at all.]

[ Being a young man with a very frequently active sex drive under normal circumstances, Eddie's thought about exploring further with Steve. He'd wanted to fuck him that day, no former moments seeming to call directly for sauntering up to his friend to ask if he wanted to have anal sex. His fantasies have certainly featured Steve, though. The feel of his fingers, his lips, the way he's held onto Eddie before today, how he'd given him one of the best orgasms of his life. Without having experience to draw on, the fantasy has been more about what they'd already done, Steve's hips grinding down into his having mapped out what it could start to be like if they became even more connected. So, Eddie's thought about this, jerked off to how Steve has made him feel, to recent memories of fooling around.

The single word from Steve makes Eddie's breath hitch, muscles tensing around the cock starting to slide inside of him. He hadn't really thought about what it might be like to actually feel fuller, the sensation nearly taking over.

He doesn't do much of a great job of relaxing, focus on the visceral, Steve kissing him just as he'd wanted. Relying on the other man to move it along naturally, safely, his lips tremble under the renewed heat of the kiss, mouth parting far more frequently than it usually has when they've made out. Jaw clenching a little, he has to remind himself -- Relax -- before he tries to steady breaths, soft whine into Steve's mouth before he finds the ability to kiss him again, flipping between breathing and kissing.

His cognizance of how precisely Steve moves, how he's pacing this, is limited, hands still resting on the other's back. The closeness Steve made in situating himself over Eddie, slipping an arm in the right spot, propping himself up just so, is everything he needs, too. Body adjusting to the size of Steve's dick stretching him, hole slick, Eddie's legs spread a little wider. No pushing forward this time, just moaning into Steve's mouth. ] Fuck. Fuck me, Steve. [ A statement of exclamation rather than a request, but it causes his cock to twitch. ] Feels, mmm, really...fucking...amazing.

[He can tell Eddie isn't doing the best job of relaxing, but then even Steve can't think of a single time the other kid has been relaxed. Being loud and having theatrics is kind of his thing. So he works harder at kissing him and wrapping his hand around Eddie's cock. If he has to distract him with other things, so be it, but he's clenching so tightly around him that it's hard for Steve to move.

He thrusts halfway in again, setting a steady pace before he feels Eddie move to meet him, and he sinks down further with a low moan. Eddie's cock twitches in his hand, and he starts to work him a little harder, liking the fact that Eddie's telling him what he needs. If he can take this, he'll give him the entirety of his cock, sinking fully into how tight Eddie was.]

[ There's just more to it than slipping in and going, more work and patience than Eddie was anticipating. The deeper kisses and stroking of his dick really center his attention, reframing it back to sinking into what Steve's doing, how he's making his body feel.

Eddie kisses, breathes and moans, into Steve's mouth, groaning with the extra inches that slide into him, legs parting as far as they can so there's room. It's instinctual to do, he's not thinking anymore, absorbed in every way Steve is touching him. Full length inside of him and brushing deep within, a new set of sparks rocket through Eddie's body, and he grabs tighter onto Steve, fingernails digging hard into his back. Panting, doing his damn best to keep the kissing up as his head spins, he throbs in Steve's hand, moaning and ready to take all that Steve gives him.

He's closer to coming than not, pleasure shooting through him, cock stiffer and pre-cum dripping out. There're really no words he has the capacity to conjure up, just drunk on how Steve is making him feel while they're fully connected. ]

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they're perfect ;; end?