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nanaslutt · 6 months

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Lol I just keep thinking about perv!geto taking her on a proper date for once lmao

PervyRoomate!Geto x reader

note: i have a running series of perv!geto u can find here // but you can read this w/ out context :3

Contains: fem reader, sex toys, exhibitionism, sexual tension, teasing, possessive!Suguru, fingering, car shenanigans, humiliation, degradation, praise, an unhealthy amount of dirty talk, Suguru has a big dick, nipple play, panty stealing, talk of masturbation, belly bulge if you squint, creampie,

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A knock was rapped on your wooden door, interrupting a very important part of the drama you were currently watching. "What?" You yelled from your bed, not taking your eyes off the messy breakup scene in front of you. Your door squeaked open to reveal a handsome Suguru, looking too dressed up at 3pm on a Friday. He wasn't adorned in anything particularly fancy, but you weren't really used to seeing him in anything other than grey joggers and some band t-shirt.

You gave him a quick one over, admiring the black slacks that fit his thighs too well, the white button-up shirt he had tucked into them, and a like-new looking belt that was half on, as his fingers made quick work to thread the prong through the belt hole. "What are you doing? I told you I was taking you out tonight." He said, raising his eyebrows. It's not that you looked bad, but you weren't exactly ready for five-star cuisine in your booty shorts and tank top. "Riiight.. are you ready to go? or?" You asked, looking around the room in confusion before your eyes landed on his.

When he finished looping the belt through the buckle, he crossed his arms and leaned against his doorframe, smirking at you. "Get that disgusting look off your face," you cringed at him, pushing your laptop aside as you pulled your body up to sit crisscross on your bed. "I'm not taking you to McDonalds baby." He laughed, confusing you even more. "Okayy.. so where are we going?" you asked. You fully expected him to name some sit-down diner that was one or two marks fancier than a Mcdonald's, but you weren't expecting him to name the most expensive and highly rated restaurant in town.

Your mouth fell agape as you stood watching the dark-haired man in the doorway laugh at you. "Don't take offense to this, but you're not exactly the most wealthy person I know." You said, still looking at him in disbelief. "If Gojo asked me out to this place, sure, that might sound a little more realis-" "Don't talk about that idiot taking you out in front of me." Geto interrupted, uncrossing his legs as he shoved his hands in his pockets and closed his eyes, giving you a smile that did little to cover up his animosity.

Ever since you and Geto had started fucking around pretty regularly, you have noticed a change in his demeanor whenever Gojo would hit on you. It wasn't like it was anything new, Gojo has been hitting on you for years, for as long as Geto has been bringing him around, you think. Before you and Suguru started hooking up, whenever Gojo would flirt with you he would brush the white-haired man off for the most part, maybe give him a scoff or incredulous look if his attempt at a pickup line was really that horrid on the ears.

Recently though, whenever Gojo tried to hit on you, or his touch would linger a little longer than it should, Geto was quick to intervene. Putting himself between the two of you physically, or butting into the conversation to shut down his attempts. Geto knew you weren't interested in Gojo in the slightest, but he couldn't help but feel that greed-eyed monster of jealousy bubble up inside him whenever you laughed a little too hard at his jokes, or in this case, brought him up in conversation unprovoked.

"Sorry~ Didnt realize he was such a sore subject for you.." You teased, "Unriquitted love, maybe?" He knew you were trying to push his buttons, but you weren't far off. Just not in the way you were thinking, because he sure as hell wasn't interested in Gojo like that either. He sighed, before gripping something in his pocket and pulling it out of his pants, keeping it concealed in his fist.

"Anyways, I don't even know what I would wear to this place!" You said exasperated, glancing over to rake your eyes through your closet to see if anything caught your eye. Without making a sound, Geto slipped out of the room and quickly returned with a dark red bag, tossing it into your lap and landing it perfectly between your crossed legs. You peeked inside the bag and saw some sort of black fabric, you crunched your eyebrows together, looking back up at him. "Wear that." He said, his smirk returning to his face.

Your lips dropped open slightly, a small gap being created between your lips. "Sugu.. If you robbed a bank you know I would never tell anyone.. right?" You said, all too seriously. The man burst out in laughter, "Fuck! I'm not as broke as you think!" He spoke through his laughter, holding his hand over his chest. "Just got a raise at work is all, couldn't think of a better way to spend my first fat check." He crossed his arms again, keeping the one fist balled up as he did so.

"Oh shit, congratulations Sugu! I'm actually not a great liar so I probably would've told someone about the whole robbing a bank thing." You said, clicking your tongue, "Sorry." He giggled at your words, rolling his eyes. "Oh, I know." He spoke, watching your face beam as you pulled out the beautiful black dress he bought you. "Oh yeah, bought just the thing to wear with that too." He smiled in faux innocence, unballing his fist he dangled a pair of skimpy, black lace panties in front of him.

They weren't just any panties though, you could see on the crotch of those panties that would be pressed against your cunt, a flat teardrop-shaped silicone vibrator adorned the fabric. Your jaw really dropped now as you stared at the piece in disbelief. He wasn't really expecting you to wear remote-controlled panties in the fanciest restaurant in town, right? "Pretty, huh?" His voice filled the room when you didn't react. "You never change, huh?" You sighed, holding your hand out in front of you as he tossed the panties over to where you sat.

A big part of you thought this was a horrible idea, knowing how sensitive you are, but another, less rational part of you couldn't help but get excited at the thought of Suguru having full control of getting you off with a little remote control in his pocket, while the two of you dined in the fanciest atmosphere you had yet to immerse yourself in. "Pervert." You said, looking up at him under your lashes as you stretched the panties between your fingers, admiring how well made they were.

Suguru giggled, walking over to the bed you sat on, his knees bumping into the mattress as he reached out and took the panties away from you. "Hey-" "Need some help putting them on?" He asked, twirling them around on his finger. You scoffed, "Suguru, why would I need help putting on a pair of panties, just-" You tried and failed to snatch them back from his hands as he yanked them out of your reach. "You sure?" He said, continuing to twirl them as he started to back out of the room with a mischievous grin on his face. You threw your hand up in the air in defeat, giving him a 'what the hell' look before he closed the door behind him on the way out.

"How am I supposed to wear them tonight if you just kidnapped them!!" You yelled through the door, hearing his footsteps descend further away from you. With a heavy sigh, you pushed yourself off of your comfortable mattress and began getting ready for the night ahead of you.

Smoothing out your dress in the mirror, you turned your body around and checked out your own ass in the mirror, and lord was it an ass to behold. It's like Suguru had taken your measurements in the middle of the night to make sure this dress absolutely fitted your figure in the most flattering way; honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if he did. You absolutely wouldn't be mad that's for sure. You had done up your hair and face and adorned your feet with the nicest pair of black heels you owned. You looked absolutely perfect to the unknowing eye.. the only thing missing? Your panties. The absence of something hugging you down there made you feel a little vulnerable, but otherwise, you felt perfect.

After a quick one-over to make sure everything was as it should be on your figure, you stepped out of your room, shutting off the lights and closing the door as you left. Your heels clicked on the wooden floor as you made your way into the living room, where Geto had splayed himself out on your shared couch. His big thighs spread wide on the cushions, his arms spread out behind him on the back of the couch. He looked edible; the way his pecs were pressed tightly against his shirt from how he was stretching his arms apart made you want to pounce on him and play with his massive chest; who was the pervert now?

Right when you finished checking the man out, he noticed your presence, tilting his head to the side, his eyes doubled in size, his eyebrows raising to make room for them. He let his head fall back on the couch, a grin spreading across his face as he raked his eyes over your body before his eyes settled on yours, giving you a whistle. "Yeah, I chose the right dress, you look fucking edible." He complimented, licking his bottom lip before he briefly took it into his mouth.

"Wait till you see my ass." You teased, placing your hand on your hip and tipping your head at him. "Oh yeah?" Geto raised an eyebrow challengingly. Tipping his chin down he stood from his spot on the couch, heavy steps walking over to where you stood in the entrance of the living room. He stuck his hand out to you, signaling for you to grab it. "Give me a spin baby," Geto whispered into the quiet room, the tv playing some unimportant show in the background as you placed your hand in his. He lifted your arm, slowly spinning you around, making sure to get a good look at your ass in the dress.

He whisted again, "Oh yeah~ fucking perfect." He said, spinning you back around to face him again as he released your hand and fished for something in his pocket. "Only missing one thing~" He said, raising his eyebrows at you knowingly. "Yeah, gimmie that shit, feels weird with nothing down there." You said, holding your hand out to him. "Nuh-uh," He said, tsking at you. You scrunched your eyebrows at him in annoyance. Though he didn't give you much time to pout as he dropped on one knee, opening up the leg holes of the panties for you to step in as his eyes watched your expression from the floor.

You felt your face heat up, this position was so intimate it flustered you. "H-huh?" was the only thing you could muster. "C'mon, we gotta get going if we wanna make out reservation on time." He cooed, nodding his head at you. "Do I just-" You started, raising your heel-clad foot from the floor as you poked it into the hole of the panties. "Mhm.. and here I thought you said you didn't need any help putting your panties on?" He teased, washing away some of your embarrassment as it was replaced with irritation.

You kept quiet, stepping into the other hole of the panties and letting him slide the material up your body teasingly. He rose from his position on the floor, standing in front of you in his entirety as he kept his eyes on his hands, where he was moving the cloth up your body. The dress was being bunched up to your mid-thigh, and would soon rest on your hips the higher he dragged the panties up. Once he saw your cunt come into view, the panties only centimeters from touching your throbbing clit, he gazed back up into your eyes, watching your reaction closely.

You swallowed whatever saliva was still in your day mouth, keeping your eyes on his. He watched your eyes flutter, your nose sucking in a breath as he pulled the panties up to your hips, the cold silicone being pressed against your cunt and creating a delicious friction between your legs. Smirking, Suguru slid your dress back down your thighs and smoothed it out before placing his hands on the small of your waist and caressing the skin there. You placed your hands on his chest, feeling yourself throb between your legs with the added pressure and the intensity in which he was staring at you.

"How's that feel?" He said, sliding his hands up and down the sides of your body before sliding his hands to your ass and gripping the fat there, simultaneously pressing your body closer to his, his knee sliding between yours and making the dress wrinkle at the bottom. "Feels good." You nod. Geto tilted his head down, looking between your lips and eyes as one of his hands left your waist to dig in his pockets, out of your view. "Yeah?" He said, licking his lips. "Let's just make sure everything is in working order before we go, yeah?" He whispered agaisnt your lips, neither of you daring to close the distance.

The tension was thick in the air when you nodded, the man in front of you mimicking your nod, whispering a quiet yeah. Your breath hitched in your throat, your legs wobbling slightly when you felt the soft vibration tickle against your clit. Geto's jaw dropped as he watched your reaction to the toy buzzing against your sensitive bud. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head before closing completely when he upped the intensity of the vibrations. "It hittin' the right spot?" He asked, leaning in to whisper against your neck when you tipped it back.

"You let him pull your body tighter against his own, his knee pressing against the toy against your cunt, increasing the feeling as you let your jaw drop, moaning quietly into the air as he left soft, barely-there kisses against your throat. "Y-yes, it's on the right spot." You confirmed. Your legs felt like jello at the stimulation combined with how palpable the tension filling the room was. "Vibrating on 'ur little clit?" You knew he knew how much his voice turned you on, and fuck was it turning you on. "Yes," you whimpered breathily, squeezing your thighs around his larger one between your legs.

"Bet it feels so good." He said, biting your neck gently before pulling away to look at your face, expression painted with lust. You just gave him a nod, gasping as you started to rock yourself on his thigh. "Oh~ Horny girll~" He teased, pulling his body back to watch you hump slowly along his toned thigh. Just when you were falling into a rhythm, the buzzing stopped. When you cracked your eyes open to scold him, you were met with a cocky-looking Geto, smiling mischievously at you. You sighed, realizing how the rest of the night was going to go.

"Oh my, look at the time!" He said dramatically, holding the expensive watch Gojo got him for his most recent birthday out in front of him. "There are no batteries in that watch, Suguru." You call him out, deadpanning. "I'm all-knowing, I don't need a watch to tell me we're going to be late if we don't leave now." He said, patting your ass before he pulled away, you instantly missed the pressure his knee brought between your thighs.

The ride to the restaurant was short but dreadful. He had kept his warm hand on your thigh the entire time, rubbing his thumb teasingly against the inside of your leg, slowly rubbing higher and higher, making you think he was going to touch you, but he ultimately pulled away. You kept waiting to feel the vibration against your clit, but it never came. You just throbbed pathetically with no relief in sight during the ten-or-so-minute drive, although your increased arousal made it feel like hours.

He patted his hand on your thigh when he parked the car, turning his head to look at your hot and bothered face, giving you a charming smile before killing the engine and sliding out of his driver's seat, ordering you not to move before he shut the door. Your roommate popped open your door, holding his hand out for you to help you out of the car. "Such a gentleman." You said, half sarcastically. He smirked, closing the door behind you. He felt his heard skip a beat when you laced your arm with his as the two of you made a short stroll towards the establishment.

Even the outside of the building called you poor in twenty different languages. It was lit up beautifully, the tinted windows giving you a little peek at the rich interior of the building. "You nervous?" He asked as the two of you approached the door. "A little, I've never been somewhere so fancy before." You replied honestly. "Yeah? Just stay close to me, all you gotta do is stay on my arm and look pretty." He cooed.

Geto's confidant demeanor made you hot in the face and other places. You felt like a trophy he was showing off to the world, his confidence rubbing off on you as the two of you walked into the establishment. You approached the man in the front, dressed in a full suit, taking reservation names before you were seated. Geto didn't miss the way the blonde young man blushed as he gave you a one-over, admiring your body before clearing his throat and asking Geto for the name on the reservation. You were too busy looking around the establishment to notice the man's glances, but you did feel Geto's arm squeeze tighter around yours.

"R-right this way." He said, bowing his arm in front of him before starting a trail to the semi-secluded table he would bring you to. The lights hanging above the tables were dim and elegant, it felt strangely warm and comfortable, making you relax your shoulders. "I think our host has a little crush on you~" Geto whispered into your ear, making you jolt out of your daze. "H-huh?" You said, looking up at the dark-haired man in confusion. "You really are so oblivious." He said, giggling, "Someone might try to eat you up one day, you should be more aware." His word irritated you for some reason, but then again, everything he did irritated you.

"Asshole, I'm self-aware. Not everyone is a pervert like you." You spat, averting your gaze to the back of the host boy as you continued your pace to the table. "You'd be surprised." Was the last thing Geto said before the host stopped in front of you, raising his arm out to the table, signaling the two of you to sit. "Thank you." You said to the host, your eye contact making the young man blush as he nodded and said a quick, "My pleasure." before leaving.

"Oh, he's so into you." Geto giggled, sliding into the booth. The seating he gave you looked to be the most beautiful in the restaurant. He had sat you in the corner of the room, a beautiful vintage-looking red light hung between the two of you, the window immediately to your left giving you a view of the Holiday-esc decorated street, twinkling with white lights and garland. You ignored his comment, taking in the scenery as you relaxed into the comfortable cushion, almost forgetting about the toy hiding inside your panties.

"It's so beautiful, Suguru." You said. He fully expected you to curse him out for the comment about the host, so when he received this response instead he was quite taken aback. At that moment he felt his heart race in his chest, but simultaneously a feeling of sadness crept over him. He wished he could afford to take you to places like this more often. Maybe if you were with someone like Satoru, you would get to experience this more. "Suguru?" You called out to him, tilting your head at his far away look.

"Sorry," He replied, being snapped out of his stupor, looking back to you. You looked so beautiful under the dim glow of the red-tinted lights, he wanted to lean across the table and take your lips against his. "It is beautiful." He agreed. You still felt like something was off, but his mood didn't seem odd enough to ruin the night, so you let it be for now. "What made you want to take me here?" You asked, glancing through the wine menu in front of you. He smirked at you, "What, you don't like it? I thought it was beautiful." He teased.

You kicked his shin gently under the table. "Don't be dumb, of course I like it. I've just never been to a place with a set menu before.. and I don't think you have either." You smiled at him. "I've been to a place like this with Satoru before, just once, It seemed like somewhere you deserve to be taken." He answered honestly, grabbing the wine menu to look at himself when you slid it across the wite tablecloth. His words made you blush, you silently thanked the owner of the restaurant for choosing the red lights, it was saving you the embarrassment of Geto pointing out your flushed face.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but you know I love this just as much as when you take me to get McDonald's you know." You giggled. You were sure if anyone around you had heard the comparison of this establishment to a place light McDonalds, their heads might screw off in astonishment. Your words eased the self consciousness in his chest, only you would say something like that. "Plus, I might start acting spoiled if I don't be careful about coming to places like this." You giggled, making him smile.

"What if I want you to be spoiled?" He responded, his tone making you squeeze your thighs together under the table. "You spoil me enough, Suguru." You respond, your sultry voice uttering his name made his pants feel tight. The mood was quickly shifting from romantic to a more lust-filled one. "Yeah?" He responded, slipping his hand into his pant pocket to find the remote connected to the panties, just rubbing his thumb around the button. You nodded, poking his shin with the tip of your heel under the table, your flirty ministrations being hidden by the long white tablecloth.

"How so?" He asked, tilting his head as he pressed the on button of the vibrator, sending a dull vibration against your clit. He watched your eyes flutter at the stimulation, humming out a "hmm?" when he did so. "You're spoiling me r-right now. Always thinking of ways to make me f-feel good." You replied, taking deep breaths to ensure a whine wouldn't slip out. "Am I?" He replied, leaning back against the booth, upping the vibration with the remote in his pants as he watched you jerk forward.

"Suguru-" You wined quietly, biting your lip as you squeezed your thighs together. "Feel good when you cross your legs, baby?" He whispered, leaning his forearms on the table as he tried to look at your expression from your head tipped forward, eyes shut at the intensity. You didn't know how he knew you were crossing your legs, but you nodded in response anyway. "The waiter is coming baby, pull yourself together." He whispered before sitting back, averting his gaze from you as he watched a new man approach your table. You grit your teeth in irritation, if he really wanted you to 'pull yourself together' he would stop the toy.

You swallowed hard, trying to take steady deep breaths into your lungs, smiling at the nice-looking waiter as he approached the table. "What do you want to drink, honey~" He cooed, egging you on by using the ridiculous pet name. The moment you opened your mouth to speak, he upped the vibration twice, making your body jerk forward. Of course, the waiter just had to ask if you were alright. "Yeah, you alright?" Geto chimed in, hiding his smile with faux concern on his face. You waved your hands in front of yourself, "Hiccups." You said, trying to muster up a smile as you glared at the dark-haired man across the table from you.

"Ill order, we'll take the-" Geto's voice faded out as he interacted with the waitor as you bit your tongue, your stomach clenching at each vibration, feeling yourself drip into the panties. You placed your elbow on the table when the man walked away, squeezing your eyes shut you covered your mouth, moans occasionally being muffled against your hand. "Fuck, that was so hot." Geto laughed, feeling himself twitch in his pants. You looked up at him once you cracked your eyes open again, eyebrows scrunched together in pleasure as your thighs squeezed tightly against one another.

"I'll give you a break." He said, reaching into his pocket he switched off the remote, making your muscles unclench as your hand fell from your mouth, gasping as quietly as you could into the air. Geto pulled the tablecloth over his lap so he could grope himself over his pants without anyone seeing him act so indecently. You had no smart remarks left in your brain, you weren't sure if Geto knew how close you had just been to cumming in front of the waitor, but with how breathless he looked you thought he might've had some idea.

You were the one with a toy pressed against your most sensitive spot right now, but just from seeing your reactions alone, Geto was feeling all hot and bothered. Every time you inhaled sharply or your body jerked, he felt his cock leak into his boxers. "Is this okay?" He asked, continuing to rub his cock slowly, giving himself some sort of relief. You nodded, your expression very obviously coated in lust.

"Good, this shit is making me so hard you know that?" He confessed, looking into your eyes. You forced a smile through the arousal, "Maybe next time, you should be the one with a vibrator on your cock." You teased, making him laugh through a groan. "Yeah, might have to let me borrow those panties when you're done here." You clenched your thighs together at the thought of a big strong Suguru with dainty panties pressed against his hard cock, undoubtedly most of his length would be poking out through the top of the panties, and that just fueled your arousal even more.

"Suguru." You wined, covering your mouth once more, he tilted his head at you, feeling you run your leg up his shin, teasing higher and higher as you stroked your heel-clad foot on his thigh, making him hiss in a breath, abandoning the hand on his cock and placing it on the cushion next to him. "Turn it on." You said from behind your hand, looking into his eyes with half-lidded ones. The way you were getting so into this made his face feel hot, his cock twitching under his pants when he felt the tip of your heel press softly against his balls.

He listened to your instruction, switching the vibration on once more, you sucked in a breath, continuing to rub your foot against his crotch. "So naughty." He giggled through his arousal, watching you swallow hard at how good the vibration felt. "Your wine," A voice came out of nowhere, catching the two of you off guard as the waitor seemed to appear out of thin air, filling your glass with the red liquid before repeating the same to Geto. Your heart was racing out of your chest, quickly you snapped out of whatever horny trance you had been in, retracting your foot from Geto's crotch you crossed your legs once more.

Geto smiled at you as you watched the waitor pour the wine, feeling the throbbing in his pants intensify with the loss of your foot on his cock. "Came to your senses?" Geto giggled, switching off the vibrator so you could relax once more. You blushed, embarrassed about how shameless you had just been. You had almost completely forgotten you were in public. "You make me lose them." You said, the vein on your forehead popping out at his audacity. He laughed, reaching over the table to take your hand in his, stroking his thumb over the back of your hand.

You welcomed the feeling, feeling your irritation wash away. "Sorry, truly, didn't mean to embarrass you, sweetheart." He said, smiling more authentically at your face, still screwed in annoyance. You sighed, his charm melting away your annoyance, "It's fine, dude came outta fuckin' nowhere." You complained, pouting. Geto laughed, "I didn't notice him either, sneaky bastard." His shared animosity made you laugh, easing your nerves as the two of you fell into a comfortable conversation.

The rest of the dinner had gone smoothly, the two of you almost completely forgetting about the vibrating panties as you immersed yourself in the conversation, that was until the desert was brought out. Vanilla ice cream and some fancy-looking dessert next to it, looking too pretty to eat. The both of you thanked the waiter, plastering smiles on your faces until he walked out of view. "Suguru I cant do it." "Fuck I'm so glad you said something, I need to take my belt off before I explode.. and it's not for the reason it normally is when I'm with you." He said seriously, making you laugh.

"This place is so expensive though, I feel bad just leaving this here untouched." You said, raking your eyes over the dessert. "Don't force yourself." He said, rubbing his hand over his bloated tummy. There had been 5 courses, they weren't relatively big alone, but after eating so many little dishes you were feeling like you were at your limit. They had all brought flavors you had never tasted before and never thought you would taste, so you couldn't help but think the same would be true about this desert, you didn't want to miss out.

"If you feed me I think I can do it." You teased, sticking your tongue out for the man in front of you. "Fuck." He laughed, feeling his now semi-hard cock twitch to life in his pants. "Might need to take my belt off for that other reason soon." Geto huffed out a laugh, making you giggle with your tongue out as he scooped some of the vanilla ice cream onto the spoon. "Ahhh~" He said, making you repeat the noise as he placed the spoon in your mouth and focused on your plush-looking lips that wrapped around the spoon and licked the cold cream off the spoon.

He pulled it back, sliding the spoon upwards to make sure you swallowed up everything. When he pulled it away, he noticed some of the white liquid smear against your bottom lip, his cock twitched with interest at how similar it looked to another white substance he frequently saw on your lips. Wordlessly he reached across the table and wiped his thumb against your lip, collecting the white liquid and bringing it back to his own mouth, licking it off.

You felt your heart speed up, a pulse could be felt between your legs as you watched him take his own thumb into his mouth and suck sensually, all while keeping his eyes locked onto yours, before popping it out of his mouth. "Sweet." He said. You felt your lip quiver, taking in a shaky breath you whispered. "Get the check." The man stood without another word, opening his wallet, he slapped a couple twenties onto the white cloth before tucking it back into his pants and grabbing your hand, dragging you out of the booth. "Pre-paid." He said, holding the small of your waist as he led the two of you to the entrance of the restaurant.

You looked down at Geto's slacks as the two of you made quick work to exit. The bulge in his pants was very evident to anyone with a pair of working eyes, glancing up at his face he seemed like he couldn't care less as he kept his sights on the trail in front of him. The two of you walked right past the young blonde man who had led you to your table. The man's face turned a deep shade of crimson when Geto grabbed a handful of your ass and looked back to wink at the boy, undoubtably his own pants had tented at the shameless display of Geto's claim on you.

The cold air felt relieving once the two of you made it outside, easing the burning heat your cheeks were experiencing. "I wanted to treat you like a lady tonight but you make me lose control when I'm around you, know that?" He confessed, keeping his eyes glued in front of him as his car came into view. "Were the vibrating panties part of you treating me like a lady?" You teased, looking up at him. "Maybe not, saw them in the window of some sex shop on the way home last night." He said, finally reaching the car. He gave your ass one last squeeze before he opened the door for you and helped you inside.

"Cant help it, just wanna slut you out every chance I get." He said, winking at you before he shut the door softly, leaving you flustered as you crossed your hands in your lap, waiting for him to enter the car. You gasped when you felt the vibration start up suddenly, moments later Geto's door popped open and he slid inside, keeping the car off as he shut the door behind him. Leaning into your face, he placed his hand on the side of your soft cheek, "Cmere baby." He whispered before he connected your lips together.

You moaned against his lips, his other hand coming to rub against your clothed cunt, pressing the vibrator harder against you. He was panting into the kiss, the exchange was filled with teeth and tongue as he devoured you with his lips. Your hands came up to wrap around his wrist that held your face, making him hum against your lips. Your moans into the kiss increased in volume as he frantically rubbed back and forth against the vibrator, simultaneously making the silicone rub your clit, creating a heavenly feeling.

"Want you to cum right here in my car before we leave, need to see you cum." Geto panted against your lips, making you wine. He was throbbing in his pants, there was nothing he needed more in this moment than to see you fall apart on his fingers and the vibrator he got you, wearing the dress he bought you. You moaned into the kiss, tangling your tongue with his as you felt your orgasm creep up on you alarmingly fast. You dug your nails into his wrist, arching your back your legs spread themselves apart instinctually as you teetered on the edge of your orgasm.

"Sug-uru- Sugu-" You moaned his name breathlessly against his lips, he knew you were about to cum. He kept the same pace and pressure against you as your hips started bucking into his hand to get yourself there. "Take it baby- take it cmon-" He whispered against your lips. He moved his kisses to the side of your mouth and cheek when you became unable to kiss him back, your jaw going slack as the dam broke and you came hard against the vibrator.

His hand gripped your thigh hard, his nails digging into the fat as he moaned with you as you came. He felt lightheaded watching your body jerk and spasm in his hold. "Yeah, that's my girl~ good fucking girl~" He praised, continuing to rub your clit as he worked you through the last shocks of your orgasm. Once you came down from your high and your brain started functioning regularly again, you registered his words in your head. 'my girl' the words echoed over and over in your head.

Surely those words were only uttered from the heat of the moment, but it sure as hell sounded nice rolling off his tongue. You pushed his hand away in overstimulation as the vibration continued, making you twitch against the car seats. "Sorry baby, I got you." He whispered, pulling away from your face he reached into his pocket and switched the vibrator off. "I feel better now." He said, making you come to your senses as you giggled. "You?" You said incredulously. "It makes me feel good to make you cum, you should know that by now." He said honestly.

You believed his words wholeheartedly. His cock was still rock hard and twitching in his pants but he did look more relieved than he did when he first pulled you into the car. His breath had evened out too. "Want me to suck you off while you drive us home?" You asked, glancing between his hard-on poking through his pants and his handsome face. He laughed, "Such a vulgar mouth you have, roomie." He teased, grabbing your face he squshed your cheeks together, shaking your head back and forth. "I plan to fuck you nice and good when we get home if that sounds okay with you, so I can wait."

You nodded frantically, he didn't have to look over at you to know your answer, your head shaking his arm with the intensity with which you nodded. "You're so sweet, yknow that?" He said, his words catching you off guard. "Why are you bein' so sappy? Got a crush on me?" You joked, not expecting the silence that followed as he released your face as started the car, signaling before he pulled out into the dark street, heading for your shared apartment.

You looked over to Geto's face and noticed a light blush dusting his cheeks every time he drove under a streetlight, illuminating his features. You suddenly felt very self-conscious, your own cheeks heating up the longer he took to respond. "Oh." You said, turning your body to face the street as you gazed out through the window. "I'm not asking you to like me back sweet cheeks, just keep hanging out with me and I'll survive." He said.

Your heart was racing, you felt dizzy and slightly nauseous. It made sense that he liked you, the two of you had been living together for years, you spent more time with him more than anyone else you knew, and you had been hooking up for a couple of months now, it made sense that he had feelings for you. It's not like his feelings weren't reciprocated, you started noticing your heart pick up around him a couple months ago, right after the two of you started hooking up.

You had chalked it up to being arousal or lust, noticing how the strange feeling became stronger when he touched you or spoke to you. You realized quickly that this was not just lust, you were in fact very in love with your roommate. He did look like he had been chiseled by the gods themselves, and he had a lovely (for the most part) personality to match, he was funny, he cared about your well-being, he took care of you when you were sick, cuddled with you, gave you the dick of your life- he was everything you could've ever wanted and more.

"Can you say something though, you're making me feel embarrassed." His voice broke through the deafening silence, breaking you out of your stupor. You didn't realize the two of you had already been driving for so long, your apartment coming into view as he pulled into the parking spot in front of your building. Say something, say something, this is your chance, say something idiot just- Geto was internally panicking, he regretted leaving his answer so ambiguous, he should've just said "Of course not~" When you asked if he liked you, fuck he was such an idiot, he just ruined your relationship he was sure of it.

Surely you wouldn't feel comfortable living in the same house with someone who was in love with you, of course, that would be uncomfortable, fuck. Was it too late to say he was joking? Shit. Maybe you would move out, god- he felt sick, he wanted to get out of the car and run away, excape this awkward atmosphere, and just-

Your lips were on his, you were kissing him, you had your hands on his thighs and you were kissing him. "Sorry." You pulled away. "I- I'm not good with this kinda stuff but I had to do something." He registered your voice speak to him. "I uh- I like you too." You blushed, looking at the scenery outside the car, counting the tiles on your building, anything to avoid his eyes. "I almost jumped out of the window, never do that shit again." He said, sighing the heaviest sigh one man has ever sighed.

You burst out into laughter, "Sorry, wasn't exactly expecting you to confess your love when I was harmlessly teasing you~" You said, squinting your eyes at him. He swallowed hard, your hands on his thighs suddenly burning with an indescribable heat against his skin. "Can I take you inside and fuck you now? Think I might die If I don't get inside you soon." he whispered into the silent car.

Your back slammed into the door of your apartment, muffled moans and breaths mingling between the two of you as Geto wrappped a large arm around your waist to keep you pressed against his body, his other digging in his pocket to fish out the key and get the two of you inside. "Geto-" You moaned against his lips, "Hurry." You don't think you've ever felt this hot and bothered in your life. You frantically unbuttoned his shirt, his bare chest being exposed to the open air as you made quick work of his belt while he blindly inserted the key into the door and twisted it open.

The two of you almost crashed to the ground when the door opened behind you, stumbling inside Geto slammed the door shut and locked it behind you, working his hands on the back of your dress he uncliped the hook at the top and slid the garment in one swipe off of your body, leaving you clad in just the panties. "No bra?" He breathed against your lips, feeling his hand come into contact with nothing but your skin when he instinctively went to unclasp your bra. "Thought we might end up like this~" You whispered agaisnt his lips, yanking his belt through the loops of his pants and throwing it somewhere in the room.

He lifted you from under your thighs, kissing and biting your neck frantically as he walked you to the familiar path to his room. You pressed the back of his neck agaisnt you, tangling your hands in his long hair while he kicked open his door and took long strides to the bed, throwing you down on it, making you bounce against his mattress. Geto breathed heavily, unbuttoning his pants with one hand he crawled onto the bed, slotting himself between your thighs and welcoming yours that wrapped around his as he slid his pants off in the process, leaving the both of you only clad in your undergarments.

He placed one hand on your neck and pressed you into the bed, his lips chasing yours as he kissed you needily. You made a sound of discomfort against his lips, feeling something rough on your lower back. You pulled away from the kiss briefly to reach under your back and move whatever was irritating your skin. You didn't expect to pull out a pair of your panties, stiffer than you remember them being, from behind your back, more importantly, you didn't expect to see them in Geto's bed.

"Geto I am right here," you said, deadpanning, holding the cum soaked panties to the side of you. He smiled, taking the panties from your hand he tucked them under his pillow, "You wouldn't get it~" He said, tipping your head to the side he dropped his head to your neck, moving his hand out of the way a bit so he could leave hickeys on your skin. You gasped, "N-no I don't, why keep stealing my p-panties and cumming on them when you can walk ten feet down the hall and fuck me?" You asked, your breath picking up when he kissed a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.

"It's the thrill." He says, biting your neck before soothing over the same spot with his tongue, easing the sting. "Sneaking around and stealing your panties-" kiss "when you have no idea," kiss "Gets me off so hard." He explains. "You're s-such a pervert." You whine, and yet feel yourself clench around nothing at his words. "That shit too." He says, gripping your naked tighter in his hold. "Love when you tell me how nasty I am, keep doing it." He instructs, moving his lips down to take your nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

"Fuck- Suguru-" You moan, bucking your hips up into his, simultaneously wrapping your legs around him tighter. "Tell me, baby, tell me how dirty I am." He speaks, the words coming out muffled around your nipple, the vibration of his words tingling through your hardened bud and making you drip between your thighs. "Y-you're such a filthy pervert S-suguru." You say, immediately getting a loud groan of approval from him, his hips humping into your own, the bulge in his pants being rubbed just right against your clit.

"Yeah?" He moans, releasing your nipple with a lewd pop as he switches to the other one, sucking it into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it, feeling it harden in his mouth. "Yeah, baby- s-so nasty stealin' my panties and makin' a m-mess all over them." He groans, his hips pressing themselves harder into your panty-clad pussy. "Bet you pretend 'ur fucking my cunt huh-?" You tease, feeling his hand slide down between your legs and move the panties to the side of your pussy so he could rub his boxer-covered dick between your naked folds.

He moans out a, "mhm-" against your nipple, pulling down his boxers just enough to free his dick as he rubs his length between your folds, his wet tip bumping into your clit as he does so. "Do you w-wrap the around y-our cock o-or-" You were cut off by his fat tip pressing against the entrance of your pussy, not pushing in, just keeping pressure against the twitching hole as he nibbled on your nipple, giving it one last suck before pulling away.

"Sometimes I'll lick the part where your pussy goes 'n taste you," He starts, peppering kisses across the expanse of your chest. "Fuck.." You moan, feeling your face grow hot at his words. "Sometimes I'll hold them up to my nose 'n smell you, use 'em to jerk off-" You pressed your hand over his mouth, breathing heavily at his shameless explanation. "You really are disgusting." You said, feeling yourself clench around nothing.

Suguru released a shaky breath, feeling a tingle shoot up his spine at your mean words before he thrust his cock into your pussy in one thrust, groaning at how tight you felt around him, the sound coming out muffled from your hand pressed against his mouth. "Ohmygod-" You whined, your hand dropping from his lips and falling against the sheets to your side as you gripped the cloth between your fingers tightly.

Suguru leaned back, pulling your thighs over his larger ones and sitting on his calves, he immediately started up a brutal pace inside you, fucking his cock into you as he used one hand to hold your panties to the side, getting a perfect view of your cunt swallowing up his dick. "Your pussy is eating up my dick like it's the tastiest thing in the world~" Geto cooed, bringing the pad of his thumb to rub circles agaisnt your little clit, poking out argrilly from under the hood.

"Fuck- S-Suguru!" You moaned, thrashing your head from side to side against his pillows. "God I love how dumb you get from my dick baby~ You like it this much? Huh?" He asked, emphasizing his words with rough thrusts as he picked up his ministrations on your clit. "Yes, baby- Fuck- Fuck I love it-" You babbled, forcing yourself to peel your eyes open to watch him fuck you properly. "Yeah you do- Fuck, you're so fucking tight-" He groaned, shutting his eyes and tipping his head back as he fucked his cock into you mercilessly, drilling his fat tip straight into your g-spot.

"Can feel myself leakin' all inside your cunt-" He drops his chin to watch your sloppy cunt drip your arousal around him, "She's fuckin' milking me-" He laughs through a groan. Geto was normally talkative in bed, but he seemed to be even more aroused, you guessed it had something to do with the confession that happened earlier in the car. "Suguru- you're splitting me open-" You moan, bringing one of your hands to press down on your lower tummy, feeling his cock beat your walls from the inside of you.

He giggled, bringing one of his hands to press down over yours, making you feel it even more. "Yeah? You feel me deep in there baby? I'm all up in 'ur fuckin' guts." He laughed, pistoning his hips into yours. Your face was all screwed up in pleasure, your hips wiggling against his as you felt your orgasm build up quickly inside you. "Fuck- yes- Suguru Im gonna cum- t-think I-m gonna squirt-" You say, noticing how the ball in your stomach felt a little different than normal.

Suguru had made you squirt before, and you never got used to it. It felt so intense, and on top of that, it was so fucking embarrassing. Suguru didn't seem to think so, it always made him so fucking dizzy when he made you squirt. "Yeah? Gonna squirt for me when I cum inside you?" He cooed, his thrusts starting to lose their rhythm as he felt his balls tighten with his impending orgasm. "Yes, Sugu please- please cum inside me- mark me as y-yours-" You wined, looking into his deep eyes as you spoke.

"Fuckkk, wanna be mine?" He groaned, biting his lip as he felt his cock twitch with his orgasm approaching alarmingly fast. "Yes- make me yours!" You cried, throwing your head back as the first wave of your orgasm crashed over you. Your cunt constricted around Geto's massive cock, your squirt spraying onto his abdomen, wetting his skin and boxers he had pulled down to pull his cock out. "Ohfuck-" He moaned gritting his teeth. "Give it to me- milk this fucking c-cock-" He moaned, his jaw falling open as he felt his cum travel up his cock.

You continued to convulse on his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm and into his own. "Gonna make you mine gonna- f-fuckfuck-" He cut himself off, pressing down hard on your stomach as his hips stilled against you feeling the first rope of his cum spill inside your cunt. His eyes rolled back in his head, bringing his hips back, he fucked each and every rope of his hot cum as deep as he could into your cunt, pressing his balls flush against your ass as he spilled the last of his seed into you.

You bit your lip, trying to stay sane as he twitched through the last bit of his high, overstimulating you when his cock moved a little too much inside you. "Godddd-" He groaned, pulling his cock out as the both of you hissed in oversensitivity. His cum immediately follows his cock and drips out of your hole, spilling down the crack of your ass. "So pretty, you did so fucking good for me baby." He praised, pulling your pussy lips apart to watch his cum slide out of you.

"My," huff "eyes are up here." you breathed out with a smirk, making him huff out a laugh. "Feelin' jealous?" He teased, tucking his soaked cock back into his boxers before he leaned his massive frame over you, embracing the feeling of your legs wrapping around his waist as he cradles your face in his hands, looking between your plush lips and eyes before pressing his mouth to yours softly and pulling back. "You feelin' okay? I went kinda hard." He smiled apologetically.

Your own hands came up to hold his sweats face, brushing his bangs out of his face. "I'm a little sore, but I think I'll survive." You said, before looking away and pondering, bringing your eyes back to his after a brief intermission with yourself. "Unless you'll baby me more if I say no, in which case, no, I'm feeling absolutely wrecked." your dramatics made him laugh. You took the opportunity to place kisses all over the expanse of his face as he laughed wholeheartedly.

Once his giggles died down a more serious look took over his features. "I didn't just say all that shit in the heat of the moment by the way." Geto spoke, rubbing your cheeks, "About makin' you mine." He elaborated. "Good." You answered, leaning your head up to press your lips together again. "Wanna be my girlfriend?" He asked properly. You pushed him off of you, switching your positions as you crawled on top of him, his hands finding their way to your tits as he massaged them in his hands.

"Depends how well you fuck me during round two~" You tease, wiggling your hips down against his semi-hard cock, steadily growing under the heat of your cunt. "Sounds like you might be my wife in about ten minutes." He challenges, making you burst into a fit of giggles as he sat up and wrapped his arms around you in a bear hug, attacking your shoulders with kisses.

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holy things 9 also on ao3 // prev. // next cw: panic attack

“I like you,” Steve says in a rush as soon as the door is shut behind him, his chest tight, his hands shaking. “In a romantic way, I— I have a crush on you, and I’ve never felt like this before, for anyone, and I have no idea what’s happening to me, and I—”

“Steve,” Eddie says softly.

“—I didn’t realize until you told me because you’re also my best friend and I thought you were just a really good friend, and you are, but I don’t wanna be friends with you—”

“Steve.”

“—I want you, like— in a way that I don’t understand because I never learned about any of this shit in school, and I don’t know anything about romance, I just know that I want it, and—”

“Stevie.”

Eddie’s hands are on Steve’s face, holding it gently, warm against his skin that’s still cold from the night and the rain. He’s smiling hesitantly, eyes gleaming.

“‘S okay,” he says softly when Steve finally falls silent.

Steve exhales.

Eddie’s thumbs brush over his cheeks, and he pulls Steve’s face forward a little bit until their foreheads press. Steve’s eyes fall shut, and his hands reach up to Eddie’s waist, forming fists over the thin fabric of his shirt. He’s still shaking.

He shivers, tightening his shoulders, and Eddie exhales, his hands running down to Steve’s neck. His hands are warm.

“Stevie,” he murmurs. “Sweetheart.”

“Yeah,” Steve breathes, letting the word cover him like a blanket, soft and warm.

“You’re freezing.”

Steve nods, shivering again.

“Stevie.” Eddie’s thumbs press under Steve’s chin, nudging it up so Steve looks at him. His vision is a little blurry when their eyes meet. “You should take a shower. I’ll get you some fresh clothes, okay?”

“Okay,” Steve says softly, nodding. Eddie leans back in and presses their foreheads together for a moment before he takes Steve’s hand and tugs him toward the bathroom.

Steve waits, watching, as Eddie gets the shower ready, leaning over the tub to feel the water, and he pulls his jacket off, wincing as it peels away from his sweater. He’s trembling now, his teeth starting to chatter.

“Towel’s on the door. Leave your clothes on the floor,” Eddie says gently, taking the jacket. “I’ll bring you some clothes and put them on the counter, okay?”

“Okay,” Steve says again.

The water is hot, and he melts under it as it hits his skin. The room is filling with steam, clouding his vision. He wraps his arms around himself, letting his eyes close, submitting to the white noise of the spray of water.

The sound is interrupted when there’s a gentle knock on the door before it opens, and Steve opens his eyes. He can see Eddie’ shape through the shower curtain.

“Clothes are on the counter,” Eddie says.

“Thank you,” Steve forces out, arms tightening around himself.

“‘Course, sweetheart.”

For a brief moment Steve wants to pull the shower curtain open, to reach for Eddie and pull him under the water with him, to ask him to wash him clean.

But he watches Eddie bend to pick up Steve's soaked clothes, and then he watches him leave, hears the door shut behind him.

Steve uses Eddie’s soap. Washes the rain from his hair, from his skin, hopes he isn’t washing away Eddie’s touch.

The room feels oddly silent when he shuts the water off, almost echoing like it’s empty despite the steam. The towel hanging from the door is soft, and he wraps it around himself for a few moments, hiding his face in it. And then he dresses, smiling as he pulls on Eddie’s clothes. It’s all dry and clean and soft and warm, and Steve wants to cry again.

Eddie is in the living room, sitting on the sofa. He isn’t watching anything on the television or reading a book or anything, just staring at the ground, fingers picking at his lower lip. He looks up when Steve comes in, eyes scanning over him quickly, and they look at each other.

And then Eddie holds an arm out silently, and Steve melts again, eyes burning as he goes to him, falling onto the sofa and into his arms. He squeezes his eyes shut, burying his face in Eddie’s neck, letting his arms get tucked between them as Eddie pulls him closer, arms right around him. He feels Eddie press a kiss to the side of his head.

“I missed you today,” Steve says weakly, quietly. “So much.”

“God, I missed you too.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve chokes, fingers now gripping the fabric of Eddie’s shirt.

“For what?”

“I— I didn’t say anything,” Steve says weakly, letting Eddie pull him away to look at him. Their legs are tangled, and Eddie’s fingers are a little cold when he touches Steve’s face. “When you told me this— this morning, I just sat there, and I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t—”

“Shh, Steve,” Eddie murmurs, leaning close. “Baby.”

Steve falls quiet, his eyes finding Eddie’s lips like he’s trying to find that word, that tiny, beautiful word, in the air between them.

Baby.

“I know,” Eddie says softly, almost whispering. “It’s scary.”

“You’re not scary,” Steve whispers.

He tugs at the front of Eddie's shirt. Lets his head fall to Eddie’s, his forehead pressing to Eddie’s cheek, and listens to Eddie breathe.

They stay there for a long while, holding each other. Eddie’s fingers brush over Steve’s neck, tracing lines back and forth so lightly it makes him shiver. He traces Steve’s ear the way Steve traced his a while ago, and Steve suppresses a smile. Their hands rest on Eddie’s leg, and Steve looks at them. Their fingers lace, and he lifts his hand, spreading his fingers to hold Eddie’s hand so he can see it.

The letters on his fingers read EVIL, and the irony makes Steve smile again.

Eddie’s thumb brushes over the back of Steve’s hand. Steve looks at him. He’s smiling softly, barely smiling at all, looking at their hands, touching Steve so tenderly it’s like he’s breakable. His fingers slip up Steve’s neck into his hair even though it’s still wet, scratching over his scalp and sets going the strands absently.

Eddie looks at Steve. Their eyes meet.

Steve’s cheeks flush with warmth, and Eddie’s smile widens. He squeezes Steve’s hand gently. When he speaks, it’s in whispers.

“It doesn’t scare you?” he asks quietly, looking at their hands again. “Liking a man?”

Steve exhales.

“No,” he says softly.

“No?”

Steve shrugs a little bit. He relaxes against the back of the sofa without detaching their hands, letting one of his legs stretch out over Eddie’s lap.

“At first,” he says softly. “But…”

He trails off, looking at Eddie again. He’s looking back at him, listening intently, and he’s so beautiful Steve could cry.

“It’s not scary to like you,” he says. “I…” He furrows his eyebrows, thinking, looking at their hands. “Liking you isn’t the— the scary thing. It’s… what other people say. And think. That’s what’s scary.”

“Right,” Eddie says slowly. Steve looks into his eyes intently.

“We’re not the problem,” he says. “We’re not doing anything wrong.”

Eddie blinks his eyes, and Steve’s chest aches as he watches them fill with tears, glistening and shining in the dim light of the living room. A tear escapes Eddie’s eye, and Steve shifts on the sofa to kneel, pulling his hand away to reach for Eddie’s face.

He brushes his tears away as gently as possible, and Eddie lets him, looking up at him.

“It’s not scary to like you,” Steve says, whispering. Eddie blinks tears out of his eyes, and he looks like a damn angel, his eyebrows furrowed, tears glistening in his eyes and in his skin. Holy. “It’s easy.”

Eddie closes his eyes. Steve wipes the tears that slide down his cheeks.

“So easy,” he whispers.

He brushes Eddie’s bangs back and presses his lips to his forehead without another thought. Eddie exhales shakily. He reaches for Steve’s hips, and Steve hugs his neck, pressing his face into Eddie’s hair as he shifts to find his place on Eddie’s lap. Eddie hugs his waist tightly, tucking his face into Steve’s neck. Steve holds the back of his head, closing his eyes.

He can feel Eddie’s breath against his neck, can feel Eddie’s chest rising and falling against his. Eddie’s hands spread across the small of his back, and his eyelashes flutter against Steve’s skin.

It kind of feels like they’re meditating. Just breathing together, slow and steady and calm, like their hearts are beating in unison.

Until Eddie shifts just enough for Steve to hear his voice.

“Baby.”

He says it sleepily, mumbling, and it’s like the word crawls under Steve’s skin, makes itself a home there. He squeezes his eyes shut, suppressing a shiver.

“Yeah.”

“Bed.”

“Yeah,” Steve says again, opening his eyes, and he starts to move off of Eddie’s lap, but Eddie’s arms tighten around him.

“Mm-mm.”

Steve hums confusedly, and Eddie’s hands slide down to his thighs as he moves to the edge of the sofa, holding Steve in place as Eddie stands up. Steve lets out a quiet, surprised yelp, hugging Eddie’s neck. Eddie holds him with a hand on his bottom as he flicks off the lamp and makes his way to his room by the vague light of the streetlamps outside. Steve closes his eyes, tucking his face into Eddie’s neck.

Eddie sets him on the bed, pressing him into the mattress and resting on top of him. Steve hums again, tightening his legs around him and squeezing. Eddie’s face presses into his neck, his breath warm against his skin, and Steve blinks his eyes at the ceiling. His tears are warm on his skin as they fall down his temples, into his hair and onto the fabric of Eddie’s pillowcase.

Eddie is in the kitchen.

Steve can hear him putting away the dishes, opening and closing cabinets, carefully setting plates atop each other. Steve rolls onto his back, listening. It’s raining again.

Steve sits up slowly, blinking his eyes open, letting himself get used to the morning light. The hoodie he’s wearing is twisted, and he straightens it out as he slides off the bed.

He sees Eddie as he goes to the bathroom, and when their eyes meet, Eddie’s face breaks open in a bright smile. It’s like he lights up, and he looks away, biting his lip. Steve feels giddy. He tries to suppress a smile as he brushes his teeth, but he just ends up grinning at himself in the mirror, and he wants to roll his eyes at how ridiculous he feels. He even tries to sort his hair out.

Eddie is leaning against a counter in the kitchen when Steve comes out of the bathroom, his arms crossed, looking at the ground. His hair is tied back, a messy knot at the nape of his neck, and there are strands falling in his face. They fall out of the way when he lifts his head as Steve steps in front of him, leaning against the counter opposite him, mirroring him.

“Hi,” Steve says softly.

“Hi.”

They’re quiet. Steve looks at the ground and nudges his foot against Eddie’s.

“So,” Eddie says slowly.

Steve looks up at him, eyes wide, and Eddie is already looking back.

He’s gazing at him. Like Steve is something worth gazing at.

“So,” Steve breathes.

Eddie smiles.

“I know this is… all very, uhm. New to you.”

“Yeah,” Steve says, his cheeks flushing with warmth.

“Uhm.” Eddie pauses, and he’s so cute when he’s nervous. “We don’t have to… jump into anything.”

Steve blinks.

“I don’t wanna be friends.”

Eddie’s eyes flick back and forth between Steve’s.

“What do you want?” he asks softly, like he’s nervous, tentative. Steve’s stomach flutters.

“What can I have?”

Eddie’s eyes shine at him, and for a moment he looks like he’s going to cry, and Steve’s chest tightens.

“Anything.”

Steve looks at him. At his sleep matted curls and shiny eyes and the faint dusting of freckles that are scattered across the bridge of his nose that Steve noticed the day they met but never really appreciated until now.

The morning light is shining on Eddie and he looks so lovely that Steve’s stomach hurts.

“Can I have a kiss?”

Eddie blinks, and he looks hopeful for a moment, his eyebrows raising just the slightest bit.

“You want me to kiss you?” he whispers. Steve nods. Eddie looks at him. And looks. And looks. He hesitates when he speaks again, his eyes trained somewhere on Steve’s face before they meet his eyes again. “Can we… Can we talk for a minute first?”

“Yeah,” Steve says softly. “Of course.”

Eddie smiles at him again, and then he’s stepping closer, reaching down to Steve’s legs, and Steve suppresses a beaming smile as Eddie lifts him up onto the counter. He wraps his legs around Eddie’s hips, and Eddie’s hands slide up his thighs, squeezing gently. Steve could swoon.

“…I’m assuming you’re not familiar with the traffic light system.”

Steve blinks.

“Like… driving?”

Eddie smiles.

“Kind of, but in regards to… intimacy.”

Steve’s eyes flicker to his lips. He shakes his head.

“So,” Eddie says, his hand squeezing Steve’s hip gently. “Similar to driving. Green means go, red means stop, yellow means slow down.”

Steve nods.

“People usually use it for, like, sex,” Eddie says, his cheeks pink. “But we can use it whenever. If we’re just cuddling, or kissing.” He brushes his thumb back and forth over Steve’s hip. Steve nods again. “So every once in a while I’m gonna ask you for your color, and you tell me one of those three.”

He’s talking so softly, so gently and patiently and kindly, and it’s like Steve can feel Eddie’s kindness inside him, permeating him like mist through a screen door.

“Green if it’s all good,” Eddie continues. “If you’re comfortable, if you feel good. You say yellow if you’re… unsure about anything, or if you wanna change anything. If I do something you don’t like or if something doesn’t feel right. We’ll pause right away and talk and fix whatever it is and then we can keep going if you want to.”

“Okay,” Steve says quietly.

“If you say red,” Eddie says, “everything stops right away. No questions asked, you don’t need to explain yourself. We stop, and then we do whatever you want. Watch a movie, take a nap, whatever. And we can talk about what happened, make sure it doesn’t happen again, but if you don’t wanna talk about it, we won’t. Okay?”

Steve’s throat feels tight.

“…You’re really nice,” he says quietly, almost whispering. Eddie scoffs, tilting his head at him.

“This is bare minimum shit, Stevie.”

“I still appreciate it.”

Eddie looks pained for a split second, but the expression is gone quickly.

“Does that all sound okay?” he asks. Steve nods. “You don’t have to wait for me to ask your color, okay? If you don’t like something, you say yellow or red and I’ll stop right away. Same if you say stop, or wait, or no, or anything, okay?”

“Okay,” Steve says, his voice right. Eddie nods, his eyebrows rising like he’s saying Okay? again. “Can you kiss me, please?”

Eddie cracks a smile, and he looks teary. He lifts a hand to Steve’s face and touches his cheek.

“I’m going to be so bad at this,” Steve says as Eddie leans closer. “You’re not allowed to laugh at me.”

“Never,” Eddie breathes.

Steve’s heart melts.

“You’re sweet,” he says softly. Eddie smiles and nudges their noses together. Steve can feel his breath on his face, and it’s not a sensation Steve ever thought he’d like, but he finds himself craving it, desperate. “Please, Eddie.”

Eddie nudges their noses again, and then he’s pressing his lips to Steve’s gently, carefully. His hand lifts from Steve’s thigh to touch his face, his fingertips pressing into Steve’s cheek before his hand slides around to the back of his head like he’s holding Steve in place. Steve lets out a soft, weak noise, his eyebrows furrowing, and his hands raise to Eddie’s chest.

Eddie pulls away after a few moments, and their lips part with a slick noise that finds its way under Steve’s skin. Eddie stays close enough that their lips brush, and Steve keeps his eyes closed.

“Okay?” Eddie asks softly.

Steve nods.

“Green,” he breathes, and Eddie’s lips curve into a smile against his.

“Good boy,” he murmurs.

Warmth floods Steve’s body, and his lip quivers. He steadies it by leaning in and kissing Eddie again.

Their mouths crash together, off-center, and Eddie grins, reaching to hold Steve’s face between his hands. Steve giggles into his mouth, his fingers curling into the fabric of Eddie’s hoodie.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he whispers between kisses, and Eddie hums, his fingers dragging through Steve’s hair.

“You’re good,” he says softly, kissing him again, like the two simple words don’t flip Steve over. “Just do what you want,” he murmurs. “Do what feels good.”

Steve lets out a weak whine, and his face flushes with heat. His hands clench on Eddie’s hoodie, holding him tightly, and he wonders how this could ever be a sin. How God could look at their pleasure, at how gentle, how sweet, Eddie is to Steve, and feel betrayed.

“‘S okay, baby,” Eddie murmurs.

“I love it when you call me that,” Steve breathes, cheeks still warm. He’s pathetic and he knows it, but Eddie doesn’t seem to mind. His thumbs brush gently over Steve’s cheeks before his hands slip down to his jaw, and then his thumb is ghosting over Steve’s throat lightly and Steve might cry.

“You wanna be my baby?” Eddie says softly.

Steve’s throat tightens. He’s squeezing his eyes shut, and he nods, because he’s never wanted anything more in his entire damn life.

“Please,” he chokes. “Please, I wanna— I wanna be your baby, Eddie—”

Eddie silences him with another kiss, nodding, holding him tenderly. And Steve feels insane, because as Eddie’s teeth nip at his lower lip, Steve realizes he would let Eddie do anything with him; he would let him bite until Steve is bleeding, would let him lick his skin clean. He would let Eddie consume him, bones and all. Which probably isn’t normal, or healthy, but Steve can’t bring himself to care.

He’s shaking as he clutches at Eddie, trembling as he clings to him, and Eddie is so, so gentle. Running his hands over his back like he’s soothing him, holding his neck with his palm to Steve’s throat in a way that makes Steve feel helpless and small and safe. He kisses Steve until he’s breathless and panting, and he swallows the air straight from Steve’s lungs.

They part for a moment, and Steve exhales, gripping the front of Eddie’s hoodie. And then Eddie kisses him again, light and brief and soft, and his tongue brushes over Steve’s lower lip. Steve gasps and his hands jump to Eddie’s shoulders, holding him tightly.

“Is that okay?” Eddie checks, whispering, and Steve is nodding before the question is even done.

“Yes,” he says breathlessly. “Yeah, green, yes, please.”

Eddie grins.

“You want my tongue, baby?”

“Oh, God.”

Steve’s whole body aches. He lets his head fall as he shivers, his hair falling into his face as he squeezes his eyes shut, but Eddie tucks his hair back, touching his chin and gently guiding him back up to meet his eyes.

“Stevie,” he says softly. “I said anything, didn’t I?”

Steve’s vision blurs. His lip quivers.

Eddie holds his face between his hands and guides him down until their foreheads are pressed together. Steve clings to him, holds his shoulders tightly, his legs wrapped around him.

“My baby,” Eddie breathes. “I’d give you the fucking world.”

Steve wraps his arms around Eddie’s neck.

“I don’t want the world, I just want you.”

Eddie is quiet for a moment, and then,

“Fuck.”

He kisses Steve so hard it pushes Steve back, and Steve gasps, his eyebrows furrowing, his eyes squeezing shut. And it’s like Eddie is desperate now, a hand holding the back of Steve’s head, the other pressed into the arch at the small of his back, dragging him toward the edge of the counter, as close as possible. His tongue slips across Steve’s lips, and Steve whines again, burying a hand in Eddie’s hair, messing up his bun. Eddie touches his face, pulling away, breathing hard, and he touches Steve’s lower lip with his thumb, pressing until Steve’s mouth falls open.

For a moment he wants to let Eddie’s thumb slide inside, but he can’t move, can barely even think, like Eddie’s put him in a trance. Eddie’s eyes are dark, shining, and they lower to look at Steve’s mouth.

“Good.”

Steve’s chest floods with warmth.

He lets his eyes close, and Eddie kisses him again, holding his jaw. Steve tightens his legs around Eddie’s waist when Eddie’s tongue slips over his lip. He wants to beg for it, but he doesn’t want to pull away. His hand tightens in Eddie’s hair.

And then Eddie is licking into his mouth, and Steve’s never been drunk before but he thinks it might feel like this. He would fall over if Eddie stepped back even an inch, if he took his hands off of him.

Eddie hums in the back of his throat, and the sound rumbles around the wet noises of his tongue in Steve’s mouth, and Steve shivers again. It’s kind of gross, wet and messy and sloppy; their chins are slick and sliding as they tilt their heads so get closer, to kiss deeper.

But Steve finds that he loves it.

He adores how filthy he feels with Eddie’s spit on his skin, with Eddie holding him in place, Eddie humming to him and tasting him, and and and and and

Steve pushes himself forward, fist clenching in Eddie’s hair as he closes his lips around Eddie’s tongue, sucking, and Eddie’s breath catches.

“Yeah,” he breathes when Steve pulls away with a gasp. “There you go, baby.”

Steve drops his head, closing his eyes, one hand on Eddie’s neck as he slides the other back to his chest. His heart is beating fast, and he exhales slowly.

“Shit.”

Eddie laughs brightly. He slides his hand to Steve’s back, rubs a line over his spine, up and down, soothing and gentle.

“You okay?” he whispers, pressing their foreheads together again. Steve nods. “Did you like it?”

“Eddie, I feel like I’m about to pass out.”

“Please don’t.”

“No promises.”

Eddie is quiet for a moment before he says Steve’s name under his breath, and he touches Steve’s chin, lifting his gaze. Their eyes meet, and Steve melts. He presses his hand into Eddie’s chest a little harder.

“I like it,” he whispers. “Really.”

“I…” Eddie pauses, his eyes flicking back and forth between Steve’s. “I don’t want you to feel like— like you have to do anything,” he says. “If you—”

Steve leans in and kisses him, effectively silencing him. Eddie inhales slowly, holding Steve’s cheek.

Steve stays close when he pulls away, pressing their foreheads together, letting out a soft breath. Eddie brushes his thumb over Steve’s cheek.

“I know,” Steve says softly. “I don’t… I don’t feel like I have to do anything.”

Eddie holds his waist. Steve likes it when he holds him there. It makes him feel small. (Everything about Eddie makes Steve feel small.)

“I… I know you won’t force me to do anything,” he says quietly. Eddie pulls away to look at him, and Steve’s hands fall to his lap. “If I don’t like anything, I’ll tell you.” He pauses, cheeks warm. “I trust you.”

Eddie smiles. Steve looks away.

“Shut up.”

A laugh bursts out of Eddie.

“What?”

“You’re looking at me.”

“Yeah, of course I’m looking at you,” Eddie says sassily. “You’re cute when you blush.”

Steve’s face flushes even hotter, and he rolls his eyes.

“This is stupid.”

“What’s stupid?” Eddie asks, still laughing.

“Got a stupid crush on you,” Steve mumbles, ignoring the way Eddie is touching his face, trying to nudge him into meeting his eyes.

“Yeah, no shit. We just made out.”

Steve suppresses a grin and finally looks at him. Eddie leans in and kisses the end of his nose, and Steve giggles.

“I got a stupid crush on you too,” Eddie whispers.

“…No shit.”

Eddie snorts, and he digs his fingertips into Steve’s side, making him laugh loudly and hunch over, trying unsuccessfully to push Eddie away.

“Asshole,” Eddie says fondly.

“Be nice to me.”

Eddie suppresses a smile, biting his lower lip, and Steve’s stomach does a somersault as he watches, suddenly wishing he was the one biting him. He’s so beautiful it makes Steve feel crazy.

Eddie’s hands spread over Steve’s waist and he tilts his head like he knows how weak it makes Steve. He leans close enough that their noses nudge together again, and then he shakes his head back and forth slowly, brushing the end of his nose against Steve’s, and Steve feels like he could cry.

He closes his eyes, his eyebrows furrowing, and Eddie’s hands tighten on his waist.

“You’re so beautiful,” Eddie murmurs.

Steve leans in and kisses him, unable to wait any longer. He reaches to hold Eddie’s head, pushing his fingertips into his hair, opening his mouth when Eddie’s tongue brushes his lip, and Eddie laughs. Steve giggles, cheeks warm, and their teeth clash because neither of them pulls away.

“Sorry,” Steve says, still giggling, and Eddie shakes his head, catching his lower lip in a chaste kiss.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” he says softly.

Steve’s eyes lower to Eddie’s mouth. His lips are shining.

“I like…” Steve starts, hesitating, face burning. “I like when you put your tongue in my mouth.”

Eddie’s eyebrows quirk up and he suppresses a smile.

“Which is an insane sentence,” Steve says, giggling again. “That I'm saying out loud and not feeling embarrassed about,” he adds, very embarrassed.

Eddie reaches up to hold his face.

“You don’t have to feel embarrassed about anything you like,” he says firmly, eyes still shining with amusement. Steve tries not to smile. It doesn’t work. “You’re so fucking cute.”

Steve rolls his eyes, looking away.

“Why do you like it?” Eddie asks, brushing his thumb over Steve’s cheek. Steve turns his face into his palm, looking at him shyly.

He shrugs.

“Feels good,” he says softly.

“Yeah?”

He nods.

“Feel… I don’t know.” He pushes Eddie’s sleeve down a little bit, looking at his tattoos, tracing a line down his forearm. “Like… Gross. And I like it.” He looks at Eddie. “That’s weird, isn’t it?”

“No,” Eddie says lightly. “Not weird.” He’s touching Steve’s cheek in a way that makes Steve feel delicate. Pretty. Like fine china. “And even if it was…” He shrugs, scrunching his nose. “I like it too.”

Steve’s stomach flutters.

He leans in to kiss him again. He wraps his arms around Eddie’s neck, hugs him to himself tightly, hums when Eddie’s hand slides around to the small of his back. Eddie tilts his head, and Steve can feel him smiling against his mouth as he kisses him deeper, licking into his mouth again. His hand slides to Steve’s hip, the other holding his jaw before it moves to cradle the back of his head, pushing into his hair and tugging lightly, like he can’t decide what he wants to hold. Like he wants to hold all of Steve.

Steve’s legs tighten around Eddie’s waist again, his ankles locking behind him, and he never wants to let him go, never wants this moment to end.

“There’s… There's something else,” Eddie says between kisses, his voice muffled against Steve’s mouth. “That you might like.”

“What?”

“You might hate it,” Eddie says, and he kisses Steve again before he can say anything else, hard and lingering.

“Wanna try,” Steve says when they part. “What is it?”

“Uhm.” Eddie’s eyes flicker across his face for a brief moment. “Some people like it when their partners… spit in their mouth.”

Steve blinks.

He’s struck first by the word partners. He’s never heard it like this, in this context. He thinks he likes it.

And then, of course, the spit thing.

It’s disgusting. Debauched. Depraved.

Part of Steve wonders how someone could ever come up with something like that, something so filthy, so unsanitary, and then another part of Steve wonders why he wants it so badly.

God, he wants it.

He nods.

“Yeah?” Eddie says softly, raising his eyebrows, looking vaguely surprised. Steve’s hands grip the front of Eddie’s hoodie, pulling him closer as he nods again.

“Please,” he says weakly, eyes flickering to Eddie’s mouth.

“Shit,” Eddie breathes. “Okay.”

He kisses Steve hard, holding the base of his head, tugging his hair, and then he pulls away enough to murmur a soft, “Tilt your head back for me.”

Steve does, his eyes fluttering for a moment, holding Eddie’s hoodie tightly, exhaling in an almost sigh as Eddie leans closer, hovering over him.

“Good boy,” Eddie murmurs softly. Steve hums. Lets his lips part.

Eddie touches his face. Runs his thumbs over his cheeks and across his lips like he’s analysing him. He looks into Steve’s eyes one more time, intent, checking, asking in silence if he’s sure, if he wants it, and Steve is ready to beg if he has to.

He doesn’t have to beg. Eddie said he would give him anything.

He holds Steve’s jaw as he spits slowly, and Steve shudders when it hits his tongue, letting his eyes fall shut. He opens them to look at Eddie as he closes his mouth.

“You don’t have to…”

Eddie trails off when he sees Steve already swallowing, his throat bobbing.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Steve asks, his voice rougher than before.

Eddie exhales

“…Fuck.”

He kisses Steve. Bites his lower lip and then sucks on it, and Steve furrows his eyebrows, clutching at him, desperate. And that feeling is back, that twisting in his stomach, that knowledge that he would let Eddie fucking consume him if he wanted to, if he asked.

It’s an odd feeling. He’s never felt it before. But he wouldn’t mind it, if Eddie wanted to gut him, to skin him. To rip him apart and pull him inside out.

A sound escapes Steve, and he buries his hands in Eddie’s hair, his fingers curling into fists around the strands. Eddie gasps and Steve takes it as an opportunity to slide his tongue messily into Eddie’s mouth. Eddie groans, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist and holding him tightly.

They’re both breathless when they part, panting into each other’s mouths. Eddie pulls away enough to look at him, and Steve holds back a whine, not wanting to let him go too far.

“So precious,” Eddie says, still breathless, lifting a hand to touch his face, and he’s caressing him. Like he’s soft, like he’s pretty, like he deserves to be touched softly like this. “Sweet little lamb.”

Steve exhales, his face crumbling as his eyes burn with tears. Eddie kisses his cheek, kisses away the tears that fall, wipe the salt across Steve’s face with his lips. And Steve shivers, listening to the softly slick sounds of Eddie’s kisses across his cheeks and then over his jaw and under his ear. Steve’s head falls back and his hand crawls up to the back of Eddie’s head.

Eddie buries his face in Steve’s neck. Kisses him over and over and over, slowly and gently and tenderly.

It never would have occurred to Steve that someone could kiss his neck. He’s seen it happen in the hallways at school, his eyes lingering on the couples wrapped around each other, leaning against lockers, before he looks away, guilt eating at him for even seeing them. He never thought he’d be here.

Of course he never thought he’d be here.

Sitting on a counter with a beautiful boy kissing him so sweetly.

“Eddie,” Steve breathes.

“Yeah, baby,” Eddie mumbles against his neck, lips brushing his skin.

“Please.”

He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for, but Eddie seems to understand. He lifts his head, presses his hands into the small of his back, kisses him.

“C’mere,” he says into Steve’s mouth, pulling him to the edge of the counter and then lifting him off of it, arms tight and firm around him as Steve clutches at his hoodie.

“Where are we going?” he asks when Eddie pulls away so he can see. His voice is slurred a little bit, mumbly like he’s just woken up.

“Gonna lay you down,” Eddie says, carrying Steve out of the kitchen. “So I can spit in your mouth easier.”

A sound escapes Steve; a weak, pathetic sound that he tries to bite back unsuccessfully.

“Okay.”

Steve is laying on Eddie’s arm, chin tilted up to kiss him.

It’s lazy. His lips are sore from hours of kissing, but neither of them are stopping.

Eddie keeps murmuring into his mouth between kisses, speaking so softly Steve almost can’t hear him. But he can, and every word that finds its way between Steve’s lips makes him shiver, makes his stomach flutter.

That’s good.

There you go.

Sweet baby.

And he hums quietly, smoothly, dragging his fingers through Steve’s hair. The hums vibrate through Steve’s mouth, down his throat, right into his chest. It feels good.

Eddie shifts after a while, rolling on top of Steve, propping himself up on his forearm next to Steve’s head. Steve whines pitifully, his chest tightening, his blood rushing. He likes Eddie’s weight above him, pressing him into the bed, holding him down like he isn’t allowed to move. His hand falls to the side, weak, and Eddie’s hand slides down his arm to link their fingers, press their palms.

He pushes Steve’s hand into the mattress. Steve hums.

And then his eyes are burning again, and damn it, he’s tired of crying. He doesn’t know how he’s run out of tears.

He tries to ignore it as long as he can, but Eddie notices and pulls away enough to murmur to him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Steve breathes, because there’s nothing wrong, why is he crying—

“What’s your color, Stevie?” Eddie asks softly, like he can feel the way Steve’s heart is suddenly pounding.

“I…” Steve pauses, holding Eddie’s hand tightly. He blinks his eyes open. His vision is blurred. “…Yellow.”

“Good boy,” Eddie says softly, and he slowly sits up, pulling Steve with him. Steve closes his eyes again. He doesn’t want to stop. He doesn’t want this to end. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” Steve says breathlessly, still holding Eddie’s hand, clutching at it.

“What are you feeling?”

Steve exhales. Thinks. Feels.

Eddie’s fingers laced with his. His lips sore from kissing, from Eddie sucking on and biting them. His head cloudy from the way Eddie talks to him.

“Feel good,” he says weakly.

He inhales sharply. Exhales. Inhales.

And then he’s breathing so fast his throat feels dry, and somewhere in the room Eddie is saying Whoa, whoa, whoa, and squeezing his hand. And Steve can’t see, can barely hear, can’t feel anything at all.

Baby.

Stevie, baby.

I’m right here.

Deep breath, sweetheart, you’re okay.

Breathe in.

Steve forces his eyes open and looks at Eddie’s blurry form. He’s in front of him, hair down, falling over his shoulders, and he looks so soft like this. Like Steve’s fingers would go right through him if he reached out to him. Like a ghost.

Steve’s hand tightens on Eddie’s, and he’s there.

“Eddie.”

“Hey, baby, I got you.”

Eddie slowly unblurs, and Steve looks at him desperately, like he’s about to fade from view. Eddie nods, rubbing the back of Steve’s hand.

“Breathe,” Eddie says softly. “Nice and slow, baby, you’re okay.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve gasps between breaths. Eddie clicks his tongue.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” he says softly, squeezing Steve’s hand again, rubbing over his knuckles. “You did so good, Stevie.”

“But I—”

Eddie shushes him softly, touching his face, wiping away a tear Steve didn’t notice.

“You did,” he says gently, firmly. “You did so good, baby, using your safe words for me. So fuckin’ proud of you.”

Steve squeezes his eyes shut and leans forward, letting his head rest against Eddie’s. Eddie wraps his arms around him carefully, tentatively, and Steve melts against him, sighing, tucking his face into his neck. Eddie’s arms tighten around him.

“Okay?” he asks softly. Steve nods. “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” Steve says weakly. “I felt good, I— You didn’t do anything wrong, I— I liked everything, I don’t know what…”

He trails off, his throat tightening, and Eddie runs his hand over his spine.

“Steve?” he says quietly.

“Yeah.”

“Did… Did your parents give you that talk, when you hit puberty, about, like… your body tempting you and stuff?”

“…Yeah?” Steve says, and oh.

Eddie shifts, turning a little and nudging Steve so he lifts his head. He pauses, biting his lip and looking at Steve, scanning his face.

“You…” He hesitates again. “…You were raised to think that you… that you don’t deserve pleasure. That you don’t get to feel good.”

Steve’s eyes flicker.

And that’s it. Somehow Eddie figured it out from outside Steve’s head, realized what it was that consumed him so quickly, so abruptly.

Guilt. Shame. Steve thinks there are too many words for a feeling so ugly.

“Babe,” Eddie says softly, holding Steve’s chin, looking into his eyes intently. “You haven’t done anything wrong. You understand me?”

Steve looks at him. He can’t say anything.

“Steve,” Eddie whispers. “Do you understand me?”

He nods.

“Good,” Eddie says softly. He pushes Steve’s hair back and kisses his forehead. No one’s ever kissed his forehead before. The only touches it's ever received have been the gentle presses of priests’ thumbs, the smudging of ash against his skin. Somehow Eddie’s lips feel more holy.

“I…” He stammers silently for a moment, looking at Eddie desperately, wishing he could just think it, wishing Eddie could hear from his mind somehow. “…I like this,” he manages. Eddie blinks, listening. “I— I want this.”

Eddie smiles a little bit, nodding.

“And I don’t— I don’t want you to think I don’t want it,” Steve says anxiously. “It’s just—”

“I know,” Eddie whispers. He holds his cheek and Steve turns his face into his palm. “It’s not gonna be easy.”

“It is, though,” Steve says weakly, whispering. “I like you. So much. I just…”

“I know,” Eddie says again, and Steve can’t help but frown. “I get it, baby, you don’t— you don’t have to explain yourself.”

He caresses Steve’s face. Looks at him. Kisses his forehead again. He moves so their legs are wrapped around each other, so close their chests are almost touching, Steve’s hands hanging loosely between them. Eddie takes them and runs his fingertips across his knuckles gently before he lifts them to his lips and kisses them.

“You can take your time,” he says softly, still holding Steve’s hands like he’s about to lead him into a dance, looking into his eyes. “As long as you need. I’ll be right here.”

It makes Steve ache. He kisses Eddie, lowering their hands and tilting his head, and Eddie lets him. It’s a softer kiss than before, gentle and lingering, and they stay close when they part to breathe. Steve squeezes his eyes shut and presses his forehead to Eddie’s.

“I want you,” he breathes.

Eddie’s hands tighten on his, and he shifts so their noses nudge together.

“You have me.”

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