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prompts: titfucking (kinktober), friendship/observant (@eddiemonth) tags: blow jobs, steve's soft dom awakening, and the horniest possible result from a vhs rental of the breakfast club rated: e (18+)

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“What can you do?”

Eddie blinks slowly then picks his head up from where it’s pillowed on Steve’s chest. 

Steve’s hand falls out of his hair and down to rest on his shoulder, and he tilts his head in the cradle of his other arm where it’s curled behind his head on the pillow. Eddie rolls over slightly onto his stomach, digging his chin into Steve’s sternum to stare up at him.

“What?”

Steve smiles. “Like in the movie,” he says. His hand finds Eddie’s hair again, pushing it back from his face. “What’s your secret special skill? Your party trick?”

They’d put The Breakfast Club on intending to actually watch it, but he’d gotten distracted fifteen minutes in by the long column of Steve’s throat next to him, which had devolved into both of them slowly losing clothes until the tape turned into background noise. 

And then again around the point of the smoking scene, Steve sliding wordlessly onto his back and pulling Eddie along with him, licking up over his lips as Eddie fucked back into him where he was still all loose and open, hands winding together on the pillow above their heads as they gasped into each other’s mouths.

And now, sprawled out in a tangle of limbs as the on-screen conversation moves on to something else, washing the room in a warm-lit glow. Eddie ducks his head and presses a kiss to the center of Steve’s chest, slow and open-mouthed and trailing up toward the hollow of his throat.

“I don’t know,” he says after a moment. He sucks on Steve’s skin, sinking his teeth into his clavicle until he hears Steve gasp above him. He smiles. “Smoke rings or something, probably.” He runs a hand up Steve’s chest, digging the edges of his nails in as he goes. “Bet I can guess yours.”

Steve laughs quietly. He unfolds his other arm to push both hands into Eddie’s hair, gathering it back from his face and securing it in a loose knot on top of his head. 

“Oh yeah?”

Eddie hums. “Yeah.” He slides a hand down over Steve’s ribcage then back up, fingers combing through his chest hair. “Bet you can do the Molly Ringwald thing.”

Steve lets out another little laugh, eyes flashing. “What, put on lipstick with my boobs?”

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