@steddieas-shegoes Was that on purpose? If not, it should have been. You're making me think very dirty thoughts here about these hands jerking off his good boy 👀
Have them under the cut...
"That's it, so pretty, so good for me," Steve coos at him and Eddie can't stop the whimper that falls from his lips.
He has no idea how they got from Steve finally giving in and watching Labyrinth with him to Steve slowly jerking him off with the movie paused in the background. Nor does he care.
All he cares about is how Steve's long-fingered and veiny hand (wearing a ring he stole from Eddie) feels on his hot and aching cock. Eddie is not small in any way, but engulfed in that giant paw, he almost looks it.
There's only a little spit to ease the glide, the friction bordering on painful and feeling so fucking perfect he wants to cry with it.
Another whimper breaks free, his hips bucking up, out of his control, and Steve doesn't stop his slow, deliberate strokes for a second as he slides into Eddie's lap, pinning him down effectively.
Leaning forward, he brings his mouth close to Eddie's ear and purrs, "So desperate, so needy. Be a good boy and take it."
And by God, Eddie does. He throws his head back against the headrest of the couch and pants open-mouthed, pleas and whimpers and moans spilling out of him.
Steve's hand does something clever, twisting just right on the upstroke, and Eddie whimpers his name brokenly. He's so close, so close, but he can't, he can't…
"My good pretty boy," Steve coos again, nosing along Eddie's jawline before bringing their mouths together in a kiss that's mostly tongue. When he's done ravaging his mouth, his hand never losing its rhythm (fucking jock, Eddie thinks), Steve doesn't pull away, their lips a fraction of an inch apart, sharing Eddie's breath and drinking in the desperate sounds from his mouth.