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Written for @subeddieweek, day four.

Teetering On the Brink

Prompt: Edging | Word Count: 554 | Rating: E | CW: None | Tags: Established Relationship, Edging, Sub Top Eddie, Dom Bottom Steve, Light Praise Kink

"Hold still," Steve says, firm, without any room for interpretation, as he grinds down again. Working himself on Eddie's dick, riding him.

Eddie reaches for Steve's hips, and Steve swats his hands away. Eddie whines low in his throat, needy. Steve has been edging them both for what feels like hours. It's an amount of control Eddie didn't realize anyone could have over their own body, over their own orgasm. 

Steve will ride him, fucking himself on Eddie's cock until Eddie can tell he's teetering on the brink, grazing right up against the point of no return…

And then stop. 

Coming to a total standstill.

Fully seated. Just the tip. Halfway in between. All of the above. He just stops, right where he is, and waits. 

Letting the urge, the need, pass. 

And that's what Steve's doing again now. Sitting stock still, and Eddie's cock is throbbing, buried deep inside of Steve. Just waiting. Willing him to start moving again. He's sure Steve can feel every beat of his heart through his dick. He has to. It's rushing in Eddie's ears, the thump, thump, thump of it.

Drowning out everything else in his head, except Steve, Steve, Steve. 

Steve's squeezing the base of his own dick, staving off his orgasm, denying himself, fully in control, and Eddie can't do a damn thing but float under him, and watch. 

Feel. 

And then Steve's moving, but Eddie knows he'll stop short, again. And again, and again. There are miles to go before Steve decides he can come, and before he decides Eddie can, either.

But Eddie's orgasm sneaks up on him, and he tenses, "Shit, I'm gonna come."

"No, you're not," Steve says, stopping, mid grind. Hovering, halfway down Eddie's cock. 

Eddie breathes, until it passes.

"Okay," Eddie says when he's sure he's okay for Steve to continue, and Steve slides right back down, locking them flush together again.

Steve leans forward and brushes the damp hair off of Eddie's forehead, thumb brushing against skin, soft and kind. 

"You're being so good," Steve says. "Making us both feel so good. I never want it to end."

And it might not. Steve's in charge. This is on his timetable. But he's still Steve. Still thoughtful, still wants to be giving in bed. He wants to give Eddie this, give him everything, and Eddie knows that. Knows this is for him. Knows that this is Steve taking care of him. Knows that Steve would have been just as content to sprawl out on the bed, and let Eddie fuck him. 

But they're doing this instead. This dance that Eddie enjoys. Gets off on. 

Even if it feels like torture.

Especially because it feels like torture, maybe. 

And he's doing it well, Steve said so, and the praise thrums under his skin.

Steve starts moving again, sliding slowly upwards, and then back down again. It's more controlled now, slower, and Eddie longs to grab Steve's hips and shove upwards, burying himself to the hilt. Or, jackrabbit his way to an orgasm, quick, and fast, and dirty.

But he doesn't. He waits, because he's good. Steve's told him so. 

And he lets Steve guide them back to the edge, again and again.

Eddie will teeter with Steve on the precipice for an eternity, and love every goddamn minute of it.

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(steddie | mature | wc: 509 | cw: mild smut | @steddielovemonth prompt: Love is bodies touching, whether it’s soft cuddles or sliding together towards orgasm by @eyesofshinigami | @steddiemicrofic prompt: edge | AO3)

When he was a little boy, Steve thought love was pretty simple.

Love meant living in the same house, eating together, and saying good morning and good night to each other every day.

Love meant sharing a life.

Only later did love become something complicated, a rose with thorns that made you bleed if you weren't careful.

Suddenly, love meant facing monsters and clinging to normalcy by the skin of one's teeth.

Love meant pretending you didn’t feel her slip away, every day a little bit more.

Love meant watching her walk away with another boy and trying to be fine with it because there were worse things than a broken heart.

Love meant letting go.

Steve had learned a lot about love since he was that little boy, and he had found that while love was all of those things, it was also so much more.

It was secrets shared on bathroom floors. It was running into danger, again and again, so they didn’t have to. It was fighting tooth and nail to get back to them because he knew he was more to them than just his body shielding them. It was the endless days and nights spent in a hospital, watching over them and promising any God or demon who was listening that he’d do anything if they just made it through another day.

Love wasn’t soft. It had teeth and claws, and one day it would rip him apart.

In the end, it was Eddie Munson who reminded Steve that love could be tender. It could be feather-light kisses and hands running through his hair until he fell back asleep after a nightmare. It could be the sound of an acoustic guitar playing his favorite song or the smell of cinnamon buns after a long day at work.

Love could be in the way their bodies touched from head to toe, every inch of their skin fusing together until there was no way to tell where Steve ended and Eddie began.

It felt as if it had been hours now since Eddie had laid him down on the bed to take him apart. First with calloused fingertips dancing over his body to the shared rhythm of their hearts, slow and sure, and then with lips singing their song to every mole and beauty mark decorating his body.

He could feel the way Eddie loved him in the way their sweat mingled on their bodies and in the way Eddie's heart beat against his chest as if it wanted to break through his rib cage and wrap around Steve's own.

Eddie kissed his tender affection against Steve's forehead, his nose, his eyelids, his lips. He licked his love into Steve's mouth, feeding his devotion with an eager tongue and swallowing Steve's in return.

Their love could be found on the edge of too much and never enough, teetering on it but not willing to fall over just yet.

"I love you," Steve gasped, and Eddie kissed him as they both finally went over the edge, together.

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All you have to do is ask

Written for the @steddiemicrofic challenge, March 2024 edition.

Prompt: pin, 388 words

Rated: T

Tags: Post-Vecna; Eddie Munson has a crush on Steve Harrington; Recreational drug use; Horny disaster Eddie Munson; Some light feminization kink

In retrospect, Eddie’s gonna blame the weed.

They’re lying on the trailer roof, Steve and him, finishing their second blunt. Or third? It’s hard to tell with the thrum in his veins, with Steve’s head tucked against his shoulder. Steve’s eyes outshining the stars.

“Bathroom,” Steve murmurs, and then he’s up and climbing through Eddie’s window with a grace belying his buzzed state. “Be right back.”

Eddie finishes the blunt, watching the smoke curl up into the night while he mourns the loss of his warmth. Tells his stupid feelings to fuck off for the thousandth time. Steve will never be into him like that, so-

“Erm … Eddie?”

Steve’s voice floats up to him, shaky and confused. Eddie frowns.

Then he remembers.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he squawks, clambering up on shaky limbs and propelling himself through the window. Because he left his sketchbook open on his bed and oh God, please, don’t let him have the sketchbook.

Steve has the sketchbook. He's staring at the open page with a blank expression, the page that Eddie filled last night in another weed-fuelled frenzy.

“Dude,” he mutters. “Are those pin-ups?”

For a moment, Eddie's tempted to claim that it isn't what it looks like, but seriously?

The pictures may be stylized and cartoonish, but there’s no denying who the guy in the revealing outfits and provocative poses is. The voluminous swoop of hair. The scars poking out from the low-riding gym shorts in one sketch. The sailor outfit and the ice cream scoop balanced loosely in one hand in another.

Steve glances up at him, hand hovering over the largest picture - the one of little pin-up Steve propped up on his nail bat, the skirt of his cheerleading uniform riding up his muscled thigh. Eddie’s soul departs his body.

“Listen, I'm sorry,” he says. Steve slaps the book shut and he flinches.

“Yeah, you damn well should be.” Eddie screws his lids shut, bracing himself for a punch- ... but the fingers that touch his jaw are featherlight. “You got the moles on my thigh all wrong.”

Eddie’s eyes fly open.

Steve winks at him. His smile is bright like the stars, his blush hot like the sun as he slowly leans in.

“Y’know, if you wanted me to pose for you … all you have to do is ask.”

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pinned in the pool

for @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘pin’

388 words | rated t | cw: implied sexual content | tags: they’re idiots what can i say, getting together, 388 words is not enough time to showcase how absolutely stupid they both are but i did my best

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“What are you- oh.” Robin’s lips pursed and her nose wrinkled in disgust. “Could you stop having dirty thoughts about my best friend when I’m here?”

“Absolutely not. You know I can’t control it,” Eddie replied, not taking his eyes off of Steve.

Steve was currently in the pool, using the net to clean debris in preparation for a pool party that afternoon. He was wearing a speedo for fuck sake.

“You better before the kids show up,” Robin turned away and walked into the house, probably to find anything to do that wasn’t be around Eddie and his extremely sexual thoughts about Steve.

“Can you grab the smaller one?” Steve asked a minute later, shaking him from his thoughts.

Eddie rushed to get the smaller net from the side of the fence, handing it to Steve.

“Thanks, babe.”

Eddie froze. Steve froze. The world around them froze.

The only sound was that of the music coming from inside the house.

“Um. Sorry about that,” Steve finally said, looking down as he started moving the smaller net into the corner of the shallow end.

“It’s fine,” Eddie said, even though it wasn’t fine the way his heart hadn’t found its normal rhythm yet.

Steve looked up at him, eyes squinting from the sun or deep thought. Maybe both.

“Actually, I’m not sorry.”

“Okay?” Eddie was confused as shit.

“I’m not sorry for wanting to call you babe or love or mine.”

“What.” This was escalating too quickly for Eddie to keep up.

“Come here.” Steve set the net on the pavement outside the pool and rested his arms on the edge. Eddie crouched in front of him, leaving barely any space. “I’m not sorry for wanting to tell you how I feel about you. Robin said I can’t be sorry about my feelings, especially for you.”

“O…Kay?”

“I’ve been thinking about you pinning me against the side of the pool and letting me ride your thigh until I come for the last 20 minutes. I’m hard as a fuckin’ rock, dude,” Steve chuckled, though he didn’t sound very amused. “Been waiting for Robin to go inside for ages.”

“You. Uh. What.”

“Eds, get in the pool.”

Eddie’s never stripped his shirt off faster. He slid over the edge and looked at Steve.

“Pin me,” Steve ordered.

“Yeah, okay.”

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dont get me wrong, I love protective Steve that is very near and dear to me, but where are all the protective Eddie fics? Did everyone forget how unhinged and intimidating he was in his very first scene and throughout his time on the show? Mike and Dustin were literally scared of him. Give me Eddie, who intimidates anyone who tries to hit on Steve and lets Steve use scary metalhead bf privileges, give me Eddie, who just death stares into the soul of anyone who jokes or insults Steve in a way that actually makes his bf feel bad, give me Eddie who would pick a fight with anyone who dares bully Lucas, Dustin, Mike or Max in high school, give me Eddie who watches over Max when she's alone in her trailer and makes sure none of their weird neighbours bother her.

I mean, come on bro could be an absolute menace when he wants to be.

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this is not a certified steddie height difference post (this is a eddie socks post)

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Eddie, posting to Tiktok: Raise your hand if you and your husband had a long discussion about not needing to do renovations to your kitchen every time you’re bored and you both agree that it’s too soon to get new cabinets only for him to get new cabinets anyways. Raise your hand if you’ve ever done that?

Steve: Oh ho ho, Daddy Warbucks, why don’t you tell everybody that your cheap ass has so much money that you didn’t even notice thirty thousand dollars come out of your bank account?

Eddie: You spent thirty thousand dollars on cabinets?

Steve: No…. I spent twenty thousand.

Eddie, accepting facts: When did you even have them installed?

Steve: When your ‘long weekend in Los Angeles’ turned into two weeks

Eddie:

Eddie: Call me daddy again

Steve: No

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Summer nights at the trailer park (circa 1986)

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I decided Steve's family has a big old leather couch that his dad loves to keep clean. Eddie has other ideas *cackles evilly*

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(steddie | explicit | wc: 509 | tags: established relationship, fluff and smut, soft boys being soft | @steddielovemonth prompt Love is helping them unwind after a rough day by @lihhelsing | @steddiemicrofic prompt "edge")

"You can let go, baby, it's okay. Just let me take care of you. Let me make you feel good."

Steve is three fingers deep inside Eddie and he can feel his boyfriend trembling from being so close, lost in the pleasure Steve is giving him. But his body is still tense, like a coil ready to snap. Has been since he came home an hour ago, shoulders hunched up to his ears and hands clenched into fists. That's why Steve wants to take the edge off, because he can tell Eddie won't be able to relax otherwise.

His lips wrap around Eddie, his tongue flat against the length of him as he sinks down until he almost chokes on it. Holding Eddie there, as deep in his throat as he can take him, Steve swallows around him. Once, twice. The third time is indeed the charm as he feels the hot, hard flesh pulse against his tongue and he barely manages to pull back just enough so that the warm cum floods his mouth instead of his throat.

Steve drinks down every drop, sucking gently on the head until his boyfriend whimpers softly because it has become too much. Only then does Steve let Eddie slip out of his mouth, resting his chin on his hipbone to look up at him under his eyelashes.

"Good?" He asks, even though he knows. He could tell by the deep blush on Eddie's chest and throat and cheeks, the labored breathing, the glassy eyes. He's finally pliant under Steve's hands as they stroke up and down his thighs, the tension finally bleeding from his body and his mind blissfully empty.

"Mhhh." Eddie's affirmation sounds dreamy, like he's about to float away, if not for the hand that reaches for Steve's face, gently cupping his cheek, thumb stroking the cheekbone adoringly. "What about you?" He asks, a little slurred with his exhaustion, but still caring for him.

Steve knows it has been a long day for Eddie with the third double shift at the 24/7 auto shop this week because the other mechanic hurt his foot the other day. Eddie says it's a good thing he can pick up some extra shifts so they have more money to put away for bad times, just in case. Money is always tight with only one income and Steve's classes they have to pay for. They're always one flu away from a financial crisis.

It's stressful. It means they both have days when it's all too much and the other has to help them unwind.

Sliding up Eddie's body and pulling his boyfriend into his arms, Steve kisses his temple before promising him, "I'm good, babe. Get some sleep. I'm here."

Eddie does as he's told without protest, a true testament to his bone-deep exhaustion, just snuggling into Steve's side and pressing his mouth to Steve's collarbone.

"I love you," slurred against his skin before Eddie's body goes heavy as he sinks into a deep sleep, not even hearing the soft, "I love you, too.”

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i need to bring my tumblr back to life but i have no idea what to write or post but i miss it here

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photo of steve w the bat: i'd nail u anytime, valentine ;)

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Scars and sex(?

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"I think you're enjoying this a bit too much, big boy."

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(steddie | explicit | 2.7k | tags: friends with benefits, they are in love your honor they are just bad with words, food sex (ice cream), slight dom/sub undertones (dom Steve/sub Eddie), blowjobs | @steddielovemonth prompt Love is sharing food by @sparklyslug | AO3)

Thursday is officially Eddie's favorite day of the week.

He freely admits that this is a recent development, because before he and Steve started their weekly movie nights, Saturday was Eddie's favorite day. But not even the prospect of having a full day off and another one to look forward to could beat spending several hours alone with Steve.

It's not that he really minds sharing Steve most of the time, because Eddie knows that Steve is happiest when all members of their unconventional little family are safe and accounted for. But the greedy part of Eddie revels in the knowledge that he could have Steve all to himself for a few hours each week.

In hindsight, he should have known that this particular kind of possessiveness was probably not normal friendship behavior. Nor was it really making an effort with his clothes and his appearance for a night on Steve's couch with just the two of them and their movie of the week. But Eddie can be slow on the uptake, especially when it comes to his (previously non-existent) love life.

It took Steve kissing him with lips that tasted like the buttery popcorn he had prepared for them for Eddie to realize that what he felt for Steve was different from what he felt for his other friends.

After that, their movie night routine changed slightly.

It was still every Thursday, but now Eddie usually stayed at Steve's place or vice versa after the movie was over.

They still took turns choosing the movie, but now they always had to pause or rewind whatever was playing because they got lost in each other again.

It was still a rule that they had to bring their own snacks, but now they made sure to bring something that the other one liked, because they knew that's what their kisses would taste like.

Of course, about two months after their friendship has evolved into what it is now, Steve has to break one of their few (admittedly unspoken) rules.

"I can't believe you would betray me like that," Eddie exclaims as Steve squeezes the cold plastic tube into his hands so Eddie can put it in the freezer. At Steve's questioning look, his eyebrows practically hidden behind his floppy hair, Eddie waggles the ice cream in Steve's face. "Mint chocolate chips! The ice cream of heathens and old men."

The sound of Steve's laughter fills the trailer's small kitchen.

"I don't know what's so funny, Steve. This is disgusting. I refuse to let you near me if you taste like this vile abomination."

"Oh wow, tell me how you really feel," Steve laughs, rolling his eyes in exasperation. He crosses his arms over his very broad and lickable chest, the white t-shirt straining against his biceps and distracting Eddie enough that he doesn't notice the calculating look in Steve's eyes.

"I bet I can convince you otherwise before the night is over," Steve says, sounding like he has no doubt he can change Eddie's mind. As if he never had to deal with Eddie's stubborn ass before.

"Yeah, sure, sweetheart. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

With a cocky smile on his pretty face, he looks just like King Steve did at the height of his reign, only now the sight makes heat pool in Eddie's groin.

"Wanna bet?" He asks and Eddie's animal brain senses the danger behind those two simple words, a predator playing with his food. Too bad Eddie has a very twisted sense of self-preservation, so he just sticks out his hand for Steve to shake.

"Sure, I'll bet you can't get me to like mint chocolate chip ice cream by the end of the night. If I win, I get to pick the movies for two months."

"Two months?" Steve exclaims loudly, clearly shocked, before he catches himself and the confident look returns to his face. "Fine. After I win, I get to take you on a weekend trip to Indy, on me."

Eddie blinks at him, confused, because that doesn't sound like a price to Eddie, more like a reward. But Steve looks so sure of himself that Eddie doesn't correct him. It doesn't matter anyway, because there's no way Eddie can lose this bet.

They shake hands on it, both holding on longer than necessary to seal the deal.

After the brief interlude in Eddie's kitchen, the rest of the evening goes on as usual. They watch Stand By Me because Eddie loves Stephen King and Steve secretly loves coming-of-age movies, which is no surprise considering his own upbringing was filled with absentee parents, a rude awakening to the shiteness of his ways, and, oh yeah, monsters and fighting for his life since he was 16.

The movie doesn't really set the mood for making out, even for two chronically horny boys in their early twenties, so they just watch it bundled up under the blanket, pressed together in a way that could almost be called cuddling.

They never really put a name to what they do every Thursday night, but cuddling before their clothes come off is new. It turns Eddie's chest into a garden of perilous hope, like cherry blossoms unfurling in response to the warming embrace of the spring sun. It makes it hard for him to concentrate on the movie, and he's glad that he's read the book several times, so Steve doesn't notice anything off when he asks Eddie about his opinion of the movie.

Eddie really needs to get a handle on this whole thing. He has fallen in love with the boy who casually rocks his world every Thursday, only to be the best friend Eddie has ever had the rest of the time.

It's neither smart nor safe.

It will most likely end in heartbreak.

As the credits roll, Steve stretches lazily like a big cat in the sun, pressing his body even closer to Eddie's. The sensation of hard muscle and soft flesh so close makes his hands itch with the urge to touch, and Eddie feels the burning hunger inside him, dormant during the movie, awaken.

One look into Steve's eyes tells Eddie he's not alone.

They don't need words when Steve gets up from the couch and holds out his hand, waiting for Eddie to take it. When he does, Steve pulls him to his feet and takes him in his arms, their faces suddenly inches apart.

"Hi," Steve says, brushing his nose against Eddie's, making Eddie's stomach flutter.

"Hi," he whispers back, embarrassingly short of breath. Steve has that effect on him, and he wonders absently if he should quit smoking before Steve sends him to an early grave just by being Steve.

It's his last thought before Steve leans in to capture Eddie's lips in a soft kiss. It's almost chaste, the way Steve explores Eddie's lips with his own until Eddie opens his mouth, silently begging Steve to claim him, to turn this kiss into something hungry.

Steve has never denied Eddie anything, and he's not about to start now.

Wandering hands search for heated skin, clothes discarded all over the living room floor as collateral damage from the wildfire Eddie has willfully ignited.

His hands work on the button of Steve's jeans as Steve gently pulls away from their kiss, forcing Eddie to lean back and look at him as well. It's a sight to behold and Eddie admires how disheveled Steve looks. He preens at the sight of Steve's perfect hair a mess, his lips shiny with spit, his eyes glassy and his cheeks pink.

Eddie did this.

"Go and wait for me on your bed. I'll be there in a minute." Steve tells him. Orders him, really. They haven't talked about it, but they both know that some days Eddie wants to be told what to do. He wants the chance to be good, but more than that, he wants to be able to just let go of the weight of responsibility that has been on his shoulders since he was a kid, when he had to learn to take care of himself because his father clearly wouldn't, and put it in Steve's strong hands.

Eddie trusts Steve to take care of him.

"Okay," Eddie agrees, stealing another quick kiss and earning a smack on his ass.

"Brat," Steve says with a smile before getting serious again. "I want you to be naked by the time I get to the bedroom."

Eddie swallows hard and nods before turning around to do as he's told.

When Steve enters the room a few minutes later, Eddie is on his back on the bed, naked and painfully hard.

"Look at you," Steve says, and the awe in his voice makes Eddie squirm. He turns his head, needs to see the look of lust that he knows will be on Steve's face, and takes it in, greedily. Steve has stripped off the rest of his clothes as well and Eddie's mouth waters at the sight of his heavy cock swaying slightly from side to side as Steve walks toward him.

The bed sinks under Steve's weight, his shitty mattress on the soft side, causing Eddie to roll slightly toward him. Steve reaches out to steady him and his hand feels shockingly cold against Eddie's heated skin.

"What the fuck?" he exclaims, the heady feeling of seconds ago gone as he leaps back from the freezing touch.

Chuckling slightly, Steve apologizes, "Sorry, I didn't think -"

"Didn't think? Why are your hands so cold, Stevie? Are you a ghost?" Eddie asks, only half-joking, blurting out the first thought that comes to mind.

"What? No! I'm not a ghost, you idiot. I just brought something for us to play with."

Surprised by these words, Eddie pulls his eyes away from Steve's face and looks around, searching for whatever Steve brought. It must be in the hand Steve has strategically placed behind his back, and Eddie knows what he has to do to get it.

"Show me? Please?" he begs, his eyes widening even more and his lower lip sticking out just a little. It teeters on the edge of being too much, but for some unknown reason it works like a charm with Steve.

His eyes soften even as he playfully nudges Eddie's shoulder. "Get rid of those puppy dog eyes, man. I'm not falling for them," he insists as he moves to show Eddie what's in his other hand.

It's the fucking ice cream tube.

Eddie groans at the sight and tries to sit up and get away, but Steve is faster. Before Eddie knows what's happening, Steve has straddled his hips and is practically sitting in Eddie's naked lap with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Nuh-uh, we have a bet and I intend to win it."

Huffing, Eddie rolls his eyes. "You can't order me to like it."

"No, and I don't have to. You'll be begging me for more soon enough," Steve replies and Eddie wonders if they're still talking about the goddamn ice cream.

He's not sure he wants to know.

"And how are you going to do that?" Eddie asks as he puts his hands on Steve's hips to keep him on top of him. He may not like the taste of mint chocolate chip, but he sure likes the weight of Steve in his lap.

Instead of answering, Steve takes the spoon he's also holding in his big hands and plunges it into the ice cream before taking a spoonful of it into his mouth. It's already on the creamy side and the sight of it on Steve's tongue is surprisingly hot.

Even more so when Steve squeezes Eddie's jaw between his fingers until Eddie opens, then leans in and practically shotguns the ice cream into Eddie's mouth.

Before Eddie can react, Steve's tongue follows, sliding the cream back and forth between them until it's gone, their cold mouths heating up quickly as the last of the taste fades.

"Good?" Steve asks, and Eddie is so far gone that he almost, almost agrees. He catches himself just in time and clicks his tongue.

"Nice try, Stevie."

Steve just hums and does it again. Puts a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth to share with Eddie. When it's gone this time, he doesn't even ask if it's good, just dips the spoon into the tub to get another.

By the time they share the fifth spoon, Eddie begins to believe that Steve has never tasted like anything but mint chocolate chip, and he doubts that he'll ever kiss him again without searching for that taste in his mouth.

So when Steve starts to pull away from their kiss, Eddie blindly follows. He sits up and wraps his arms around Steve so that he couldn't get away from Eddie if he tried.

"Good?" Steve asks again, but this time Eddie is prepared.

"Uh-uh," he says, shaking his head before fastening his mouth to Steve's neck.

Above him, Steve giggles and it's such an endearing sound that Eddie can't help but smile against the spit-slick skin beneath his mouth.

He's in no way prepared when Steve grabs his hair close to his scalp and pulls his head back. Before Eddie can ask what's wrong, suddenly afraid he's done something wrong, Steve demands, "Stay still."

He lets go of Eddie's hair and when Eddie does as he's told, he's rewarded with a quick kiss on the forehead and a gentle, "Good boy."

Then Steve takes another spoonful of ice cream, the frozen dessert well on its way to melting, and dribbles it down his neck and chest. Some of it gets caught in his chest hair, and when a drop lands on his nipple, Steve inhales sharply.

Between them, Eddie's cock twitches.

"Come on, puppy. Lick it up, be a good boy for me," Steve purrs, and fuck, Eddie has no idea where this is coming from, but judging by the way his dick is so fucking wet that it keeps dripping onto Steve's hairy thighs where they bracket his, he's really, really into it.

And judging by the sounds coming out of Steve's mouth as Eddie licks and nips all over Steve's skin, so is he.

Eddie alternates between broad strokes with his tongue and sucking motions with his mouth, adding a bit of teeth as he scrapes the remaining sweetness from between the coarse hairs between Steve's pecs.

When it's all gone and Steve's skin is glistening with Eddie's spit, they kiss again because this is Steve's favorite ice cream and Eddie has to share the taste with him.

He gets lost in the smooth glide of their tongues and when Steve moans "fuck" into his mouth, he thinks it's just because of how hot everything is. But when Steve pushes him away with a firm hand on his shoulder and grabs his chin to direct his gaze down, Eddie realizes what caused that particular sound.

There's half-melted ice cream all over Steve's beautiful cock, running down the veiny flesh and onto his heavy balls. Someone whimpers and Eddie fears it's him.

A gentle hand on his cheek pulls him out of his reverie and he lets himself be moved, his head slowly lowering as his back bends until his lips close around the head of Steve's hard cock.

"So good, baby, so hot, lick it all off, yeah?" Steve babbles and Eddie hums in approval. He's going to be good, he's going to lick it all off Steve and then share the taste with him again.

That's what he does, his tongue swirling around the head before he lowers himself even further onto Steve, lips and tongue eagerly scooping up the sweet cream. The coldness of the cream only adds to the hotness of it all, the contrast of the soft, cold cream against Steve's hard, hot flesh slowly driving Eddie crazy. Steve is not faring any better, his moans turning to whimpers, his voice breathy and high as he continues to praise Eddie in an endless litany of filth and sweetness.

It's a surprise when Steve suddenly freezes over him, his whole body going rigid as hot cum floods Eddie's mouth. It spills from his lips before he realizes what's happening and drinks the rest down eagerly. Its taste mixes with the taste of mint chocolate chip in his mouth and Eddie knows that Steve has won the bet here and now.

He'll be begging for more as soon as Steve catches his breath, dreaming of how it will taste when he licks it out of Steve's hole and from between his cheeks.

But first he seals Steve's mouth with his own to share his new favorite taste.

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