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Steve the Voyeur - The Switch (Part 12 - The End!) NSFW

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After filming himself for the first time, Steve realised how much he loved it. The intensity of every moment and movement heightened knowing that he and Eddie would be able to watch it back later. It made Steve deliriously happy that he could see the exact expression on Eddie's face as he fucked hard into his ass from behind, that he could watch Eddie's thick cock disappear into him over and over again, see the indention his fingers made into Steve's cheeks, that he could enjoy the very moment Eddie tipped over the precipice, hands gripping, head back, wet lips parted.

And Eddie LOVED to film him. After 'the dildo incident', as it came to be known, Steve wasn't given free reign over Eddie's toys without his supervision but that was more than okay with Steve, who enjoyed being bossed around and instructed, completely at Eddie's mercy. Take that one, Stevie. Fuck it in. Deeper. Harder. That's it. Good boy. Every instruction designed to make Steve feel good, as if Eddie's sole intention in life was now his pleasure. Sure, Eddie teased him, edged him, denied him until Steve was begging, sometimes to the point of tears but it was always in the pursuit of something good. Something fucking amazing, something other-fucking-worldly.

The first time they'd fucked on camera, they'd set it up from afar, let it capture the whole scene, from Eddie eating him out - and holy shit, wasn't that a revelation - working him open, then fucking him deep until Steve was a whimpering mess. The audio was just as hot to relive as the visuals Steve used to be conscious of the noises Eddie dragged out of him, but once he realised the reaction they got from Eddie, he let everything out, every moan, groan, growl, whimper and scream. And Eddie learned to read each noise, respond to each one, tuning in more and more to exactly to what his boyfriend wanted and needed and Steve was powerless to resist.

In typical Eddie fashion, he rarely stopped talking, especially when he knew he was on camera, but fuck, if it it didn't drive Steve insane. "Want everyone to see me fuck you like this? See how well you take it. Like you were made to take cock". Yes, yes, yes. In those moments, Steve absolutely would let anyone watch, share in the pleasure, marvel in what Eddie did to him. "Imagine someone jerking off over you getting fucked, Stevie. You like that?" So fucking much. The thought of Eddie getting himself off to them was delightful, the thought that even when he wasn't there he could make Eddie feel good. But, the idea of someone else, someone watching how Eddie made him come undone and wanting him, wanting to be him, cumming to them, that fucked Steve up. Made him feel like he was desirable, special, exactly what someone wanted or needed.

The next time they fucked, Eddie kept the phone with him, so he could get shots of Steve's ass up close, capture the wet slide in, the delicious stretch around his cock, Steve's needy and desperate pushes back. He'd made Steve turn his head over his shoulder, show how wrecked he looked as Eddie drove deeper, captured the twisting shape of his mouth, the flush on his cheeks, the pure desperation in his eyes. "You okay there pretty boy?" A moan in response, words were not really possible for Steve in moments like these. Steve could not get enough of seeing his.own ass full of Eddie. It was one thing feeling his cum fill him up, feeling the telltale throbs, clenching in response. But seeing it work it's way out, seeing Eddie stuff it back in with his quick fingers, seeing himself marked, taken, bred...fuck, it took everything to another level.

Then there were the photos. Snapshots of pure pleasure, graphic, messy. Swollen cocks, Steve's asshole, red and dripping with Eddie's cum, sometimes stretched around his cock, or a toy, faces full of lust, mouths stuffed full, covered in cum. He loved to see himself through Eddies's eyes. He saw the pleasure Eddie gave him etched across his face, evident in the way he held his body, how he saw his body respond without even realising. He looked at the photos and he FELT it, every stroke, every stretch, every thrust, the hot rush. They left him aching, a vicious cycle of want and sex, chasing pleasures he had no idea existed before. The photos were beautiful. THEY were fucking beautiful. Everything they did, fucking disgustingly beautiful.

How he was managing to navigate normal life, when in all honesty, all he wanted to do was be naked with Eddie or look at Eddie naked, was quite the miracle. And Eddie did not make it easy for him. Ever the tease, dropping hints, sending photos, bringing Steve to the brink before fucking off to work for the day. If Steve didn't love him so much, he'd fucking hate him. Not that he would ever dare say those four letters to Eddie. This wasn't that. Eddie didn't want that. It was glorious and hot and had utterly transformed Steve's life, but when it came down to it, they were just two guys who had really great sex, right? Right.

Case and point.

Eds: Hope you've been holding up your end of the bargain?

Stevie: Haven't broken out the contraband if that's what you mean. Supposed to be working on this stupid fucking essay. Hard when you left me hanging

Eds: Promise it'll be worth the wait

Always is x, he types, like the fucking sap he is. Then he deletes it. Time to be a brat.

Stevie: Better be

Eds: Haven't disappointed you yet

Stevie: First time for everything

Eds: The only way you'll be disappointed is if I refuse to fuck you at all

Stevie: Well then, maybe I'd have to fuck you

Eds is typing...

Shit. They'd danced around the idea of Steve topping but neither of them had said they wanted to do it. The truth was, Steve was dying to get inside Eddie. He'd watched Eddie fuck himself enough to know he loved the feeling, to know he wanted to be the one making his boyfriend beg for more, the one to fill him up. But maybe Eddie didn't want...

Eds: First time for everything

Oh. Had he never...? Unless he meant just with him?

Stevie: Promise it'll be worth the wait

Eds: I have no doubt about that, baby

Stevie: Want to make you feel so good. Like you do for me.

Eds: You always make me feel good

A picture of Eddie's cum covered cock appears, Steve's fingers wrapped around it.

Eds: See

Stevie: Wanna make you feel good with my cock

Eds: I do like your cock...

Oh my god. This might actually happen. The thought was enough to have Steve hard, he teased himself a little and took a picture.

Well, Eddie was just asking for that.

Stevie: All yours

Eds: Let's see how long you last before you're begging for me to fill you up

Stevie: Maybe you'll be just as much of a slut for my cock as I am for yours...

Eds: Would you like that? Me begging you to fuck me, begging you to fill me up, being a needy little bitch?

Stevie: Maybe. I just want to make you feel how I do. You should get that too

Eds: Like fucking you doesn't feel like heaven on Earth as it is...

Stevie: Believe me, I know how much you like my ass, I've seen your face when you're inside me. But I've also watched you fuck yourself solo, over and over. You like it too

Eds: Are we really doing this?

Stevie: Do I need to beg?

Eds: You know I'd never say no to a little gentle persuasion from you s weetheart

Steve switched his phone to selfie mode, checked his hair was looking suitably messed up - just how Eddie liked it - and licked his lips, leaving them a little glossy. Not quite lip gloss, but it was something. Then he hit record.

"I'm here all hard and alone, thinking about you".

He tipped the camera down to show as he gently palmed the bulge in his sweatpants before sweeping back to his face.

"All I can think about is pushing you down on this bed and getting my fingers inside you. I bet you'll take me so well. I want to fuck you so badly, Eds. I want to be inside you. I want to hear you scream from my cock. You know how needy I get. I need this Eddie. I need you so much. I want to show you how much I..." he paused and swallowed."...want you". Don't fucking ruin the moment with your stupid feelings, Steve. Hopefully his eyes didn't give him away. "Will you let me? Please".

He hit send.

Oh god. Now he'd said it out loud, it hit Steve how much he wanted this. How much he wanted to make Eddie his, as much as Eddie had with him. He had given Eddie so many of his firsts, he wanted this one.

Eds: If you're not begging for my cock, you're begging for my ass. Sure know how to make a guy feel wanted.

Stevie: That a yes?

No reply. Fucking tease. He was going to get to fuck Eddie. Holy fuck. Holy. Fuck. I can do this right?!

Eds: What do you think?

A clip. One Steve hadn't seen. Eddie had a dildo suctioned onto the headboard of his bed, and was pushing his ass back into it. He was naked, on all fours, his thick hair hanging down over his face as he fucked back and forth. "Fuck. Stevie. That's it. Right there". A rumbling growl before it cut off.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I can't wait to hear the fucking filth he comes out with while I'm fucking him for real.

Stevie: I think you're going to be the biggest cock slut of all

Eds: We both know you wear that crown with pride. I'd never take that away from you

Stevie: We'll see...

Eds: Watch your mouth brat or I might change my mind

Stevie: I can always beg some more...

Stevie: get on my knees

Stevie: show you what my mouth is good for

Eds: Don't worry darling. You can suck my cock all you want later. Know you'll need at least one of your holes filling. But for now forget all that and DO YOUR GODDAMM ESSAY

Stevie: That's hardly likely now

Eds: You have the ultimate incentive. 2000 words done or I'm putting my chastity pants on

Stevie: You wouldn't...

Eds: You're right. I wouldn't. Why would I deprive myself because you didn't do the work? 2000 words done or I fuck myself in front of you

He resent the clip of him fucking the dildo attached to the bed.

Eds: Just. Like. This

Stevie: You little shit

Eds: You can thank me later 😉 now get the fuck on with it

Steve sighed. Sitting down and writing about how to promote the healing of stubborn tendon injuries literally made him want to cry. Writing didn't come easily to Steve, especially when the subject was so fucking dry. There was nothing he wanted to do less right now and Eddie knew that. But how the fuck did he know Steve so well already to know the only thing that would get him to focus was him? There was nothing Steve wouldn't do to get closer to Eddie, nevermind the prize on offer tonight. Right, first coffee, then let's fucking nail this down.

***

Five hours, three coffees, two candy bars and one emotional meltdown later, Steve sank into a hot bath, cold beer in hand and 2754 words under his belt. Eddie needed to bribe him into working more often. He closed his eyes, sipping the beer slowly as he imagined what Eddie might say when he got home. You did so well, baby. I'm proud of you. Such a good boy. Fuck, he hoped so. He was getting hard just imagining Eddie showering him in praise. Why am I such a fucking weirdo?

He didn't have to wait long before he heard the telltale click of the front door and Eddie's heavy footsteps as he called out "Hey baby. You still working?"

"I'm in the bath"

"Please tell me my plan worked and that you're not currently drowning yourself in sorrow?"

"2754 words Eds! And it's actually pretty decent"

"That's ma' boy" Eddie grinned as he swaggered into the bathroom. "Knew you could do it"

Steve flushed. "Glad one of us did"

"Happy to be your cheerleader" Eddie smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Do many cheerleaders threaten to withhold sexual favours from the team if they don't win?"

"An underused but clearly very effective method"

Eddie yanked his shirt over his head and unbuckled his jeans, kicking them off into the corner along with his underwear. He was all lithe lines and tattoos, exquisite, perfect. Steve honestly thought he was going to have a panic attack the first time he saw Eddie's V line, like a goddam arrow guiding Steve in the direction of his cock.

"Shuffle up" Eddie smirked, hands pressed gently on his boyfriend's back. Steve slid forward, allowing Eddie to step into the bath before resting back between his slender legs. "Thanks for making me do it" he murmured, his fingers running idly across Eddie's knees.

"You like it when I make you do things?" Eddie purred in his ear.

Steve nodded against his chest. "Yeah"

"Why's that?" he challenged

"You always know exactly what I need. I want to be good for you. Want to show you I can be a good boy"

Eddie growled. "You're the best boy, Stevie". His lips brushed lightly against the back of his neck. "You'll do anything I ask"

"Anything for you"

"Such a good boy".

A choked groan escaped Steve's lips before he could stop it. "Say it again".

"Such a good boy for me. So proud of you".

Fuck. He was hard, so hard it was fucking painful. He could feel Eddie getting hard against his back but he resisted the urge to grind back into it.

"Although", Eddie contemplated, his tone light and playful, "does doing something only because you're so desperate to fuck me sound like something a good boy would do?"

His lips were dancing over Steve's neck and ears now, his hands running up and down his sides.

"That sounds like something a bad boy would do, Stevie. Are you a bad boy?"

"Not bad. Just want you so much. Want to show you how much"

"Not a bad boy then. Just needy"

A mumble of agreement from Steve. "So needy"

He wrapped his hand around Steve's throbbing cock under the water. "Want me so bad?"

Steve writhed under his touch. "Would do anything"

"Can't wait to get your cock inside me? Fuck me like one of your girls? Make me all wet for you?"

Please. Please. Please.

"Uh huh".

"Do you know I listened to you fuck one of your girls?"

Girls seemed like a distant memory to Steve. Another life; now a wholly unfamiliar desire. Sex before he knew what sex could be.

"Ages ago. Christmas time maybe?" Eddie pondered. "I listened to you fuck her whilst I fucked myself. 'Oh Steve! Steve!'", high pitched and mocking. "She seemed to enjoy it..."

He remembered the girl. Emily. Cute enough. Visiting her friends for the weekend. A safe bet. No ties. No expectations. She definitely DID enjoy it.

"Did you like it? Listening?" Steve asked, thinking about how hot he'd gotten hearing Eddie fuck those guys.

"Fucking hated it. Didn't want anyone's hands on you but mine" Eddie spat out with a sneer.

Fuck. Eddie did truly want him as HIS.

"Wanted it to be me"

"I wish I'd known"

Fuck. It felt safe to be so honest when Eddie was behind him, shy eyes not needing to avoid one and another for fear of giving too much away. There was still so much he wanted to say but wouldn't. Couldn't. I fucking love you. Take all I have. Love me. Own me.

"It's always going to be you now" he whispered quietly, then, feeling the weight in the air between them, laughed, "You've fucking ruined me for anyone else".

"Damn fucking right. No going back now. Might as well tattoo Property of E. MUNSON' across your back".

"I could go for that"

"Oh, hell no. Couldn't taint this" he hummed against Steve's neck, his fingers trailing down his back. "You're a fucking work of art"

Steve shivered under his touch.

"Although...". There was mischief in his tone. "I know just how to show everyone you're mine... " he continued, before sucking a deep purple bruise just below his ear. Steve moaned at the sensation and tipped his head back, exposing the long stretch of his throat as Eddie decorated his skin, a sea of grey and purple, circles and crescents, adding to the smattering of moles.

He could feel Eddie's cock nudging insistently against his back.

"Let's finish up. I can't reach all the parts of you I want to mark up while we're in here. Give me a few minutes yeah?"

Steve reluctantly stood up, bereft from leaving the comforting combination of the hot water and Eddie's body. He bent down for a kiss, tongue licking into Eddie's mouth as their lips pressed messily together. His cock was throbbing, ready.

He wrapped a towel around his body, cock not easily disguised, and left one next to the bath.

"Don't be long"

"Absolutely. You 100% cannot be trusted to be alone when you're this horny"

"No touching?"

"No touching"

Steve huffed then flushed as Eddie read his mind, "And no rubbing your cock against the bed like a needy little slut".

"Fiiiiiiiine"

He dropped the towel as he walked out the bathroom, wiggling his ass at Eddie with a smile.

"You're a menace"

"If you say so..."

Steve went into his room and flicked on the lamp, before flopping back on the bed, hands out of harms way, pressed behind his head.

The weight of the moment felt huge. It had always been Eddie's game, his rules, and those rules served Steve so well but they both knew who was in charge. Steve felt giddy at the prospect of seeing Eddie relinquish control, desperate to see him fall apart on his cock. Maybe he'll even beg? Oh, fuck, please.

Steve was playing through scenarios in his head when Eddie walked in. He straddled Steve, kissing him deeply and grinding their cocks together, both deliriously hard.

He dragged his lips across Steve's chest, leaving the promised trail of destruction. Eddie's proof of ownership. Mine. "I'll have to get a picture of you like this. No one in any fucking doubt who you belong to".

"Show them your cock in my ass, then they'd really see. Show them my face when you fuck me. No fucking doubt I'm yours. No one else could fuck me the way you do"

"Oh, you'd fucking love that. Fucking you in front of everyone. Let them see you're mine"

"I'd let them hear how you make me scream"

Oh fuck. Eddie was right. He was absolutely aching to have Eddie inside him, always so desperate to get fucked.

As Eddie inched closer to his leaking dick, biting and sucking on the hard flesh of his inner high, Steve pulled his legs up and away, rolling off the side of the bed.

"Hey! I wasn't finished"

"Need to stop. Wanted to try something" Steve explained, stepping behind Eddie's ass.

"Oh yeah? Getting a bit too cock hungry...? Quelle fucking surprise!"

"Maybe a little. But... well, you asked if I wanted to fuck you like one of my girls. Make you wet. Well, if you were, 'one of my girls', I'd start by eating you out"

"This isn't a sweet pussy, Stevie" Eddie chuckled, pulling his cheeks apart and circling his rim with his middle finger.

"But you don't have a pussy. This is how I'm gonna fuck you and I want to taste every part of you". He sucked two fingers into his mouth then slid them down Eddie's crack to his perenium before pressing firmly. "Please?"

"Steve Harrington is begging to eat my ass. I have literally ascended. There is no way this is real"

Steve smirked but didn't move. "So, can I?"

Eddie hauled himself further up the bed, onto his hands and knees.

"Whatever the slut wants, the slut gets. Can never say no to you, pretty boy"

Steve grinned. He was fucking good with his tongue and he knew it. Back in high school, he spent many hours with his face buried under cheer skirts. Licking, sucking, finger fucking, and, holy shit, did practice make perfect. He could pretty much get a girl from zero to cumming on his tongue in a matter of minutes. Here was his time to shine.

He started tentative, teasing, little flicks of the tongue, circling the rim, gentle kisses. Eddie's ass wiggled in response, flinches, gasps, breathy. Then things got more messy, wetter, pressing the flat of his tongue against Eddie's taint, he dragged it all the way up, beginning to tease the tip of his tongue inside Eddie, probing gently. His hands were digging firmly into Eddie's cheeks, dragging them apart as he tried to capture every inch.

"Fuck, Stevie. I'm fucking dripping on the bed"

Well, if that wasn't the hottest thing he'd ever heard? "Want me try try and get you to come just from my tongue in your ass"

Eddie groaned. "Yes, yes, absolutely, yes. But not now. Another time. I need you to fuck me baby. Can you do that for me, baby boy?

"Now, who is needy?"

"You like it?"

Steve swept away the precum beading on his swollen tip and reached his fingers around to push into Eddie's mouth, at the same moment that he pushed his tongue a little further into Eddie.

"Jesus Fucking Christ, Stevie"

As much as he wanted to drive his tongue deeper, he shared Eddie's desperation to fuck him, so he dialled it back, kisses, licks, the occasional suck, as he began to slide his lubed finger into Eddie, who's face was now smashed against the bed, fists grasping the duvet as his ass raised skywards.

"Another, " Eddie grunted and barely flinched when the second digit slipped in. One hand pushing deep into Eddie and the other absentmindedly stroking little circles against his hip.

"More". His voice was dripping with desparation, pushing himself back against Steve's fingers, chasing more. A third finger. Deeper. Pressing ever so gently into his walls, quirking, twisting, opening him up. Steve's second hand snaked around the front, ghosting across Eddie's swollen cock, rewarded with a choked groan.

"Baby. Fuck me. You need to get your cock in me right now or I swear to fucking God, I'm gonna..."

Steve grasped Eddie's slender hips tight and pulled him back, straight onto his cock. A sensation he had imagined but was wholly unprepared for. "Holy fuck, Eddie. You're so fucking tight. This is.. How... Fuck". Deeper. Fingers digging into hips. Deeper still. It was unbearable, it was everything. He was buried to the hilt in Eddie, closer than he ever thought possible for two people to be and Eddie was gently rocking his ass back and forth. "That's it, baby".

"I thought I was fucking you"

Eddie laughed. "I can use you like a toy if you want?"

"No". Steve pushed the small of Eddie's back down, until his whole body was pressed into the bed, face down, ass up, stuffed full of him. Steve lay on top of Eddie, skin to skin, every part touching, bodies slick with sweat, licking, biting, kissing. Eddie tried to lift his hips off the bed, pushing back onto Steve's cock and it was met by an unforgiving thrust, driving him back down. Steve fucked into him slow and deep, allowing Eddie the tilt of the hips that meant he was able to hit that sweet spot. Over and over. Little whispers. So good. You're so beautiful. Perfect. Want you.

Eddie grabbed his hand and sucked Steve's fingers into his mouth, eyes practically rolling back, incoherent.

"feelsogood...sofuckinggood....msoclose"

Steve's mouth was on his shoulder, his neck, whispering into his ear. Legs entwined, a tangle of bodies, joined in heat. "Think you can come like this?"

A grunt Steve took to mean yes. Steve pressed one arm against the bed, bracing himself so he could fuck faster, deeper. "fillmeup... Wannafeelit", Eddie was practically begging. Steve grabbed Eddie's hair and twisted his face round to kiss him, wet, wild, messy. Eyes closed, drifting. He wanted to kiss him through it, capture Eddie's moans in his mouth as he came undone.

"Gonna come", Steve exhaled, fucking relentlessly through his orgasm, spilling deep into Eddie, their mouths, bodies, inseperable, hands now intertwined. The hot sensation, the continued pulse of Steve inside him, the overwhelming closeness between them, sent Eddie hurtling towards his own end, spilling onto the bed beneath him. "I'm... Fuck.... baby". Steve kissed him hungrily as he sank into the moment, cock throbbing, ass clenching, heart pounding in his ears.

Neither of them moved an inch for a long while, sinking into the moment, sticky with sweat and cum, bodies melded. "I never wanted to do this with anyone before you", Eddie breathed, cloaked in post orgasmic bliss, guard down, heart and mouth wide open.

"Thank you for trusting me" Steve whispered. "Glad it was me".

"Loved you inside me". That got a twitch from Steve's cock, still joined with Eddie. "Loved you on me. Made me feel so wanted, Stevie".

Steve whimpered. "You are. Always"

"Made me feel loved", Eddie ventured, a hint of hesitancy shaking in his voice.

Fuck it. "You are. Always"

Eddie wriggled out from under Steve, flipping them both into their sides with a little possessive growl, mouth touching, cocks touching, a wanting kiss, needy, eager, pouring into one and other everything they desperately wanted to say. I love you. I love you. Nobody else but you. Want you forever. Just us.

"Give me a second" Eddie said pulling away as he reached over to grab his phone from the bedside table. "I want a picture of us like this. Want to remember the moment we stopped pretending we weren't hideously in love with one another". He caught the perfect shot, as a huge grin cracked across Steve's face, pure sunshine, wrapped up together, happy, loved, complete.

**** And that's a wrap! Hope you've enjoyed reading along :)

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