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nebulaoz · 16 hours ago

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the only one

for @steddiesmuttyseptember week two prompt 'whimper'

rated e | 2299 words | no cw | tags: modern au, professional dom eddie, sub steve, getting together, blow job, aftercare (kinda more just taking care of a boyfriend who isn't a boyfriend yet), literal sleeping together, minor injury

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Eddie chokes and pulls away.

“You have to keep still.”

The man above him whimpers. It’s the first noise he’s made for a while, a sign of desperation that makes Eddie’s neck prickle. He loves this, loves driving someone so crazy they can’t control themselves.

He doesn’t really want him to stop. He wants him to feel like he can’t move. He’s not tied up with anything but words, but for some people, that’s enough. Eddie smirks as he swallows his leaking cock again.

This is his favorite part of what he does. Sure, he loves getting out the floggers and whips and ropes. He loves putting on a show for someone who so desperately wants to be entertained. He enjoys knowing exactly what makes someone fall into that headspace that lets him take care of them, loves the trust they give a near stranger.

His rule is that he only has a couple regulars. Steve is one of them.

He’s only human, after all.

Steve’s stunning, easily one of the most beautiful people Eddie’s ever seen. Lightly tanned skin dotted with moles that beg to be kissed, strong hands that have finally lost the tremor of nerves after his first few visits, hair that was styled to be messed up. He’s quiet, reserved, until he isn’t.

Eddie loves getting him to that point. When he can’t hold back anymore and has to make a sound. It’s usually a whimper, or a low moan, something slightly pained that Eddie knows is only masking his pleasure.

It’s like he was designed specifically for Eddie.

Steve taps his shoulder twice. Eddie pulls back and puts his hands on his hips, grounding them both while he checks in.

“Do you need a break?” Eddie asks, though he knows he doesn’t. Steve is good at taking it, taking it, taking it until he’s done. He doesn’t need breaks, he needs to feel.

As Eddie suspected, Steve shakes his head.

“Do you need to stop?” This is even more unlikely, but Eddie has to ask. The last thing he wants is for Steve to suddenly reach his limit and try to appease Eddie’s whims.

“No,” Steve’s voice is gravelly, rough from being quiet for damn near an hour now. “Can I sit?”

Eddie wordlessly leads him to the couch, his couch. Steve’s the only one who gets to see his apartment, the only one who gets this side of Eddie. He hands Steve a water bottle and waits.

Neither of them acknowledge this is a break. Steve would hate thinking he did actually need one.

Once he’s finished half the water, he hands it back to Eddie and taps him one time. But Eddie waits.

He sees something in Steve’s eyes that tells him he’s trying to tolerate this instead of enjoy it, and if that’s the case, he’ll never get to where both of them want him to be. Eddie holds his knees for a moment, gently pushing them apart as he scoots in between them.

He leans over, kisses the tip of Steve’s dick, smiling when Steve’s breath catches in his throat.

“What’s going on in your head?”

Steve tenses for a moment, but Eddie kisses his stomach, then his thigh, before he looks up at him. Eddie’s a hardass often, more of a mean dom than anything else, but not with Steve, not always.

“I don’t wanna be there,” Steve says softly. Eddie can tell it takes a lot for him to speak, especially admitting something like that. He doesn’t know a lot about Steve outside of what they do here, but he knows Steve’s lonely. He knows Steve has a shitty family situation, and that his only real friend lives hours away. He knows that his job pays decently enough, but it makes him miserable. “But I can’t get away.”

“Do you need something else tonight?” Eddie can do whatever Steve needs. He’s willing to try anything if he’ll get that sad look off Steve’s face. “I have rope in the other room if it’ll help.”

Steve shakes his head and sighs. “I want to come.”

He gestures down at his still hard cock and Eddie leans in to lick a dribble of precum from the slit. Steve shivers under him.

“I never said you couldn’t, sweetheart.”

Eddie looks up just in time to see Steve’s cheeks darken with a bright red blush. His heart flips in his chest and he does his best to ignore it, focus on the task at hand. He can’t let feelings in; He’s already let them in too much with Steve.

“I don’t want to yet.”

Eddie grins.

He can edge Steve, he’s done it before. They both had fun with it. That was the first time Steve stayed the night at his place. Eddie didn’t like the idea of him driving home when he was so wrung out and tired and dehydrated. That’s what he told himself anyway.

He could also make him come in his mouth, then fuck him until he comes at least one or two more times. Get him so tired he can’t think about whatever’s bothering him anymore. They haven’t done a lot of overstimulation yet, but he knows it’s on Steve’s list.

Or he can do what he tells himself he shouldn’t every time they end up here: sit on Steve’s cock until he comes and then hold him until he falls asleep.

Eddie loves bottoming, genuinely. It’s just that most of his clients don’t love topping, and even the ones who do are his one and dones. He does what he’s paid to do to help them find what they’re looking for and then he goes home to fuck himself on his fingers or toys until he’s satisfied. There’s no better feeling to him than being stretched until he can’t think straight.

Steve’s big. Steve would fill him up so good. None of his toys would ever measure up again.

Steve’s never mentioned it, though. Eddie likes to let him lead, so he won’t bring it up.

“Could I…” Steve starts, then sighs. “Maybe I should head home. I dunno what I want.”

“If you really want to, you can. But I think I’d like if you stuck around for a bit so I can make sure you don’t drop or anything.” Eddie stands, ignores the cracks of his knees as he sits next to Steve on the couch. He pulls him down so he’s laying in his lap. Eddie’s dressed, but Steve’s naked. Hopefully his jeans don’t rub against his skin painfully. “I’ve got some leftover lasagna in the fridge if you’re hungry.”

Eddie’s fingers graze against his scalp, running through his hair gently. He’s sensitive around his hairline, but Steve flinches and lets out an actual pained whimper. Eddie freezes. He looks down.

A single tear falls from Steve’s eye and Eddie’s done pretending now. He’s done ignoring. He’s done thinking Steve isn’t special.

“Talk to me, Steve. What’s going on?” Eddie doesn’t like to push, and usually doesn’t have the time to with his other regulars. They’re very focused on what they want to do. But Steve is different and he’s going to push because he knows no one else is taking care of him.

Steve swallows. “I quit my job.”

Eddie nods once in understanding. He thinks this was probably a long time coming, but he still worries that something happened to make it happen now. Something that may have sent Steve on a downward spiral that even Eddie can’t help him out of.

“Today?”

“No. Two days ago.” Steve sighs, closes his eyes. Eddie’s fingers keep brushing against his scalp, barely massaging. He doesn’t see any bruising, but he knows Steve’s had concussions in the past and any bump to the head could be worse than it would be for someone else. “I went to get my stuff from my desk today. Tommy was there.”

“Ah.” He doesn’t know much about Steve’s work other than it made him miserable, but he does know that part of the reason he hated it was because of the hell Tommy put him through. He was his manager, always pushing him to meet impossible deadlines at the detriment of his own health, making him physically uncomfortable constantly, embarrassing him in front of his peers when he made a small mistake on reporting. “He didn’t like that I went over his head to form a complaint about him.”

Guilt eats at Eddie’s insides, gnawing until he feels like he might be sick.

He told Steve to report him to HR after the last time Tommy cornered him in the break room and put his hands on him. He didn’t know for sure Steve would do it, but he’s glad he did, even if he wishes it didn’t result in whatever happened today.

“Hey. Eddie.” Eddie blinks down at Steve. “He just shoved me a little too hard and I bumped my head into the cabinets above my desk. I don’t even think it’s bruised or anything. I just already had a headache, so. I’m okay. I won’t have to see him again.”

“I’m proud of you. I’m sorry he’s like that, though.” Eddie moves his hand to Steve’s cheek, rubs his thumb against the soft blush that won’t go away. “Do you have another job lined up?”

“I think so. Robin has a friend in Indy who just started at a new place, he’s trying to get a team under him that he can rely on. She put in the good word.” Steve shrugs. “Not sure I wanna move though.”

“No? Isn’t Indy closer to Robin?” Indy isn’t that far. He’s sure he could make arrangements to still do this with Steve if he needs it.

Maybe he won’t need it.

“Yeah. But it’s farther from you.”

There’s no way around it now. There’s no way to ignore the way Steve’s looking at him.

“Steve.”

Steve’s hand comes up to cover Eddie’s, a soft smile on his face.

“I know it’s your job to make sure I’m taken care of and maybe I’m just reading too much into things-”

“You’re probably not.”

Steve smirks. “But I think this isn’t entirely a job to you anymore. And I kinda don’t want it to be.”

Eddie’s not supposed to, but he leans down and kisses him. He’s not supposed to, but he lets Steve reach his hand up and tug at his hair.

He’s not supposed to but he whimpers against Steve’s lips and lets him lick into his mouth.

He was never supposed to, but he fell head over heels in love with this man.

****

Steve groans as he wipes the drool from his cheek.

He hasn’t slept that well in a long time.

A weight against his side makes him turn his head, a yawn sneaking from his body.

Eddie.

He smiles as he takes in the state of the man he’s fallen for over the last year. His hair’s a mess, bite marks across his neck, fingernail indents from where Steve held him so tight while he fucked into him for the first time. His mouth is open, breaths tickling Steve’s shoulder on every exhale.

Robin’s probably gonna be a little pissed at him for doing exactly what she said not to do, but he knows she’ll love Eddie.

If Steve gets the job in Indy, Eddie already said he’d come with him. His job can be done just about anywhere, and might even be easier there. If he still did this.

He likes it, and Steve doesn’t want him to stop just because of him, but maybe he’ll find something else once he’s there. He loves music and there’s plenty of record stores there he could work in.

“Thinkin’ too loud,” Eddie groans, pushing his face further into Steve’s shoulder. “Too early for thoughts.”

Steve snorts. “It’s nearly ten.”

“Like I said, too early.” Eddie leans his head back and grins at Steve. “But since I’m up, what’s on your mind?”

“I kinda don’t know what this is gonna look like.”

Eddie makes him feel braver than he’s ever been. He wants to make him proud.

“Well, what do you want it to look like?” Eddie kisses his arm.

“I want you. I don’t care how, I just want you.”

Eddie smirks and kisses his shoulder. “You’ve got me. I meant it when I said I’d go where you go. I can find my own place. I’ve got savings. I’ll find plenty of people who need my services anywhere I go.”

“Yeah. I just don’t want you to uproot your entire life for me,” Steve’s nervous to say it. He knows if they did long distance, it likely wouldn’t last. He also has to be honest with himself about his jealousy, and not being able to have Eddie in his bed as much as possible would be hard for him. “It’s okay if you aren’t ready for that. I may not even get the job.”

“You will.”

Steve huffs a laugh. “You don’t even know if I’m good at my job.”

“I know you’re good at following directions,” Eddie winks. “And I know you got your job based on skill alone, which is hard to do these days. So you get the job, move to Indy. I assume you’ll make decent money and be happier.”

“Assuming all of that, you’d really want to come with me? You barely know me, really.”

Eddie rolls on top of him, kissing the corner of his mouth as he looks down at him. “I know you in ways most people don’t and I think that’s a good start for the rest, don’t you?”

Steve’s hands rest on Eddie’s lower back and warmth spreads in his chest.

“Yeah, I do.”

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