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The Dungeon - Chapter 26

Rating: 18+, minors gtfo Chapter Summary: Steve moves in, CC releases their album, the tour starts, and Steve sees his first show. And the boys switch things up. You're also getting a little tour of their house! CW: Anal sex and all the fun that comes with it, feminization kink, breeding kink, switching Tags: Alternate Universe - modern setting, Rock Star Eddie, Counselor Steve, Eddie is gay, Steve is bi, slow burn, smut Word Count: 7.3k

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“Oh my god. I'm never moving again.”

Steve stretches his back after he sets down the last box from the U-Haul. It took a stupid amount of time to pack up his apartment, and for the last couple weeks he’s been slowly bringing things over to get out of the way and checked off the list. He managed to get out of his lease a month early, so it’s the last day of August, and his first day in his new home with Eddie.

“You better not!” His boyfriend swats his ass as he passes by.

“Hey! Keep it PG! There’s a child present!” Dustin gestures to the tank he just finished setting up in the living room, where Cod Stewart is swimming around happily in his new space. The kid has grown way too fond of their goldfish and insisted on setting up his new home. It’s entirely too big for one fish, decked out with gravel, plants, and of course the treasure chest with the bubbles because I only have one nephew Steve and he deserves the best!

“Oh I’m sure that thing is going to see way worse,” Max snickers. She and El are putting the finishing touches on the living room and it looks fucking great. Steve could never have pulled this off. The giant couch they found is super comfortable, and they’ve got all kinds of mismatched throw pillows scattered over it. The coffee table is this big slab of wood that Steve wouldn’t normally look at twice, but he fucking loves it in this space. He’s not sure about the decorative gold balls hanging from the ceiling, but Eddie was really excited about them, so fuck it.

Steve just shakes his head at the kids and walks a path through the house to see what he should get started on. The girls got the dining room finished last week and it looks incredible. The table fits perfectly and the red chairs stand out against the dark blue walls and black accents. It looks more grown up than any place he’s ever lived. He’s so grateful for all the work Max and El put into this, and he’ll never get over what an amazing job they did.

Everything looking sorted in here, he moves on to the kitchen. It’s as retro as you can get and they didn’t really have to make many adjustments. There are boxes of his dishes, pots, pans, cooking utensils, and small appliances stacked on the counters. He’s definitely going to need to get that stuff organized soon. Eddie offered to put everything away, but since Steve is the one who cooks more (and better), he’ll be handing that task himself.

He leaves the kitchen and pops his head in the studio to see if Eddie is in there. Aside from recording equipment, and what he thinks is probably too many guitars, the room is empty. Eddie’s been spending most of his time in there lately working on the new album and making final adjustments. He went out to L.A. with Chrissy for a few days to meet with the label and play them the demo. He was really nervous that they would push back on it because it’s pretty fucking dirty Stevie, I have you to thank for that. But to everyone’s surprise, they gave it the thumbs up and said they’d just have to slap a parental warning on the album cover.

Steve still hasn’t heard it. He’s admittedly pretty curious about the content. Eddie was worried that he would be upset about basically putting their sex life out there for the world to see, even if it’s blanketed in innuendos and not directly singing, “I love eating Steve’s ass!” But it’s kind of ticking that exhibitionism box, if he’s honest. He’s not about to actually have sex with his boyfriend in front of other people, as thrilling as that idea is. So this is kind of the next best thing.

He heads down the hallway to their bedroom that doesn’t have a name because we're not calling it The Butcher Shop, damnit! He’s so happy with how their space turned out. The black and red theme is downright seductive and he gets a little horny every time he steps in here. The bookshelves on either side of the bed house all of Eddie’s books, D&D manuals, and countless notebooks for campaign and song ideas. Under those are matching black night stands and the drawers are being filled up with all kinds of fun shit they can use in bed.

Steve smiles as he looks at the old candelabras decorating various surfaces of the room. Eddie found them at some thrift stores and vintage shops. Steve thought it was going to make their room look like it was inhabited by some kind of gothic vampire, but he just knows when they light them later, it’s absolutely going to be a mood-setter.

There’s no sign of Eddie in the room, but he can hear him shuffling around and muttering to himself in the bathroom. They had a serious remodel done and Steve doesn’t even want to know how much it cost. The shower is like a double rainfall situation, and of course there’s a couple benches because now they know what they can get up to with those things.

Eddie also had a big soaking tub put in that's large enough to fit both of them. It’s right in the corner by the windows and at first Steve wasn’t sure about being so exposed like that, until he remembered that their property is totally surrounded by trees and nobody can see inside. Robin and Chrissy bought them a ridiculous amount of candles to put on the windowsill and the edge of the tub. He has a feeling it’s to replicate their Napa night a little bit. Robin even set up a bouquet of flowers in the corner. He fucking loves her so much.

“Hey baby. What are you doing?”

Eddie turns from the box of toiletries Steve brought over. “Hey sweetheart. I was just gonna get this all up for you.”

Steve pecks him on the lips. “You don’t have to do that.“

“I know I don’t have to, I want to. Why don’t you get started on your clothes while I finish this up?”

Steve nods and kisses his boyfriend again. “Sounds good. We better take a bath tonight, I’m gonna need it!”

Eddie throws his head back and moans. He really shouldn’t be doing that right now. “Yes! Oh my god, my old bones can’t handle this shit anymore!”

“You’re only thirty!” Steve laughs.

Eddie elbows him. “So are my bones! Thirty year old bones Steven! They’ve been putting up with my shit for a long time!”

“Ok fair! You and your bones have fun in here.” Steve leaves the bathroom and starts opening boxes. He hangs his nicer clothes up in the closet and starts organizing piles of shirts, pants, underwear, and socks on the bed. After a few minutes, arms snake around his waist and Eddie’s voice purrs in his ear, “Open the top drawer.”

There’s a kiss to his cheek and then, he’s gone.

Steve moves to the dresser and opens the drawer. Inside, folded neatly in little stacks, is an assortment of lace, silk, and satin. His breath stills and he can feel his cheeks heat as he slowly picks up the light pink item on top. He unfolds it and holds up a pair of silky panties. They’re buttery soft and cut like a bikini with elastic straps connecting the front to the back.

He can already feel his dick filling out as he sets it aside and checks out the rest. Baby pink and white stripes with a little bow on the front. Light blue satin boy shorts. Dark blue sheer briefs, with flowery lace edging, and one side has just a couple thin straps holding the front and back together. Hot pink panties with black lace. Purple jockstrap with floral pattern that makes him laugh thinking about if he wore this when he changed in the locker room in high school. Black silk briefs, with a white sheer panel in front that literally leaves nothing to the imagination. Red bikini cut lace, and oh god there’s an opening in just the right spot for easy access.

Ok, he’s got to put these away before he’s fully hard with a house full of his kids. He folds them back up and returns them to their little stacks, and hesitates before he closes the drawer. He pulls out the red ones and dashes to the bathroom to try them on. They fit like a fucking glove and he can’t stop turning around to check himself out in the mirror. He looks good.

After pulling his jeans up over the lace, and putting away the rest of his clothes, he makes his way back through the house with a smirk. There’s something about having this dirty little secret under his clothes that makes him feel more confident than he ever has before.

He meets the girls in the kitchen and they help him with getting the cabinets organized. Robin and Chrissy join them soon after, cheeks a little too flushed for just returning the U-Haul. Horny bitches, they’ll take any chance they get to fool around. But, people in glass houses and all that. He just sends her a wink and continues putting bowls on a shelf.

Once the kitchen is finished, they collect Mike and Will from the sun-soaked game room where they’re in the middle of a heated round of Battleship. Eddie asked all the kids to pick out their favorite games so he could stock the shelves. When they saw all their requests had been filled, he got a round of “thanks Dad” that had him beaming.

They all head downstairs where Eddie, Lucas, and Dustin are hooking up the sound system. Just like he wanted, his boyfriend managed to set up a cozy home theater down here, with fluffy couches they can all stretch out (and probably fall asleep) on, plush rugs, a giant flat screen, surround sound, and the boys even helped with installing dimmable LED lights in the ceiling to look like stars.

“Steve! Will you tell this clown that I know what I’m doing and to give me some elbow room?”

Eddie is totally up in his space, inspecting the wiring or whatever it is they’re doing. “Clown?! Henderson you do realize that I’ve worked with sound systems before, right? I’m a fucking musician, you little butthead.”

Dustin, with all the audacity, scoffs. “And I ran the AV club in middle school and high school! I know my way around electronics!”

Eddie scoffs right back. “And I’ve been working with music equipment since you were in diapers, little man.”

“OK!” Steve steps in. “That’s enough! Dustin, finish whatever this is,” he says, waving a hand at whatever that is, “and Eddie, go get the thing.” He winks obnoxiously at his boyfriend.

Mike pulls a face. “Ew, it’s not a sex thing is it?”

Everyone groans and Steve can’t help but grin. It’s kind of a sex thing.

Eddie runs upstairs, and when he comes back down Dustin has finished up. “Alright children, ladies, and Stevie! Gather round! You’re about to be the first to hear Corroded Coffin’s new album!”

Everyone, as he expected, freaks the fuck out. Eddie crouches down by the sound system and pops the new CD in, then hands the case to Steve so he can be the first to see the cover.

“Baby. Holy shit.”

Steve is kinda speechless. It’s a photo of Eddie (well, you can’t see his head but the tattoos are a dead giveaway), shirtless, climbing onto a bed and gripping onto black silk sheets. He might have more of an issue not getting a boner in a house full of his family than he realizes. And other than the parental warning, there's just three words on the cover.

Corroded Coffin Raw

Steve gulps.

Before he can say anything else, Robin snatches it out of his hands and looks at it with Chrissy. Being their manager, she’s already seen and heard it, but she still giggles at it and shakes her head. The CD makes its rounds and all the kids either laugh or groan and roll their eyes.

Eddie starts up the music and, to Dustin’s credit, it already sounds great coming through the speakers. Everyone settles on the couches and gets comfortable while the first song plays through. And a few eyebrows start to raise as the lyrics sink in. Eddie is just standing at the front of the room chewing on his thumbnail.

As one song bleeds into the next, Steve’s cheeks are getting redder and redder. Robin’s face is plastered with a shit eating grin. Will is fidgeting and avoiding eye contact. Max and El are giggling and whispering in each other’s ears. Lucas has a look on his face like he’s just enjoying the music but internally cringing. Dustin keeps glancing at Steve and shaking his head. Mike is just staring at the floor.

Now Steve has never been a fan of metal, but he can admit the music is fucking good. It’s aggressive yet somehow the guitars just sound like sex. He’s never heard anything like it. And the lyrics? Jesus Christ. There’s no hiding that the entire album is basically a documentary on their sex life. Sure, there are a lot of innuendos and cleverly hidden details, but come on. With some of them, he can tell exactly which nights have been written about.

The album ends, and the room is silent. Eddie’s eyes bounce from one person to the next, waiting for any kind of feedback.

Dustin clears his throat. “It’s uh…it’s really good. Guitars sound awesome, bass and drums come through nicely. Great job, man.”

Lucas nods along. “Yeah, it’s uh…a little different from the last couple albums, but…really good!”

Will, Max, and El are just looking at each other grinning when Max says, “Nice job Mr. President,” which sends the other two into a fit of giggles. Eddie winks back at them. Ok, there’s some inside joke here that Steve is just not getting.

Mike is looking at everyone like they lost their minds. “Seriously, am I gonna be the one who has to say it?!” He turns his attention to Eddie. “This is the dirtiest shit I’ve ever heard in my life!”

Eddie puts a hand in his heart and sincerely tells him, “Thank you!”

Steve and Robin snort in tandem.

“Ok!” Dustin cuts in. “Yes, fine, elephant in the room! That was fucking filthy, and I’m gonna be honest, there’s some stuff that I think went over my head, but in the end…Eddie, this is seriously one of the best albums I’ve ever heard.”

Eddie points to the kid. “Henderson, I appreciate your honesty. Thank you. Other feedback? Anyone?”

Lucas raises his hand like he’s in English class. “I didn’t get that one line about climbing up and down a ladder. What was that about?”

Steve slaps his forehead. They do not need to be discussing this. Robin elbows Chrissy. Chrissy looks at Eddie. Eddie shrugs back. Chrissy leans into Max’s ear. Max’s jaw drops. She whispers into El’s ear. El, that sweet baby angel, asks “That’s a thing?” She leans over to Will and whispers in his ear. Will slaps his hand over his mouth and his face turns beet red. The excruciating game of Eddie’s-pierced-dick-telephone ends there. Will just turns to the rest of the guys and says. “You don’t want to know.”

Then Mike has to ask the most ridiculous question. “Why is the album called Raw?”

Everyone, to their credit, looks at him like he’s an idiot. It takes a few beats for the lightbulb moment and then he’s cringing with an, “Ew, oh my god, I did not need to know that!”

“Alright,” Steve cuts in. “Why don’t we head upstairs and order some pizza?” Everyone mumbles their agreements and make their way up. Eddie and Steve linger behind.

“So, sweetheart. You were pretty quiet. What did you think?”

Steve gives him a sweet kiss. “It was amazing, Eds. And I think we need to get the troops fed and sent home as soon as possible.”

Eddie grins. “Why’s that, princess?”

Steve leans into his ear and whispers, “Because as soon as the house is empty, you better fuck me like you never have before.”

Eddie’s grin turns manic and he bolts up the stairs shouting, “Come on shitheads, let’s get this order in!”

Once everyone is fed, Steve is rushing them out the door, with Dustin complaining, “Jesus Steve, what’s the fucking hurry?”

Max smacks him upside the head. “I think Mom and Dad need some alone time, Dusty.”

“Ugh, gross.”

He thankfully leaves without any other complaints and Steve locks the door behind them. Not wasting a second, he grabs Eddie’s wrist and drags him to their bedroom. Their lips are on each other as soon as they cross the threshold.

“Oh my god, baby,” Steve gasps between kisses. “That was so fucking hot. Can’t believe you wrote all that.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks as he pulls his shirt over his head. “Well I couldn’t have done it without you baby boy. You’re my muse. My love. My everything.” He backs Steve up the bed and helps him take his shirt off before pushing him down. “God I can’t wait to fuck you.”

“So don’t. Come on, pants off.”

Eddie quickly unbuttons Steve’s jeans and pulls down the zipper. His movements slow as he starts to pull them off and sees the red lace panties. “Oh, baby girl. I see you found the little presents I left you. God damn, you look fucking gorgeous sweetheart.” He pulls the rest of Steve’s clothes off and scooches him up the bed. His hand trails down Steve’s chest and stomach and he leaves featherlight touches along the hardening length trapped under lace. “Beautiful.”

He leans down and kisses the head of Steve’s cock. It’s soft and sweet and leaves Steve breathless. “Please daddy. Need you.”

“What does my baby need, huh? Be a good girl and use your words, honey.”

Steve closes his eyes and throws his head back. He’s so into this, but it’s still a little hard saying the words.

“Come on sweet thing. You can do it. You look so pretty in these panties. I’ll do anything you want. But you gotta tell me.”

He takes a deep breath and grips the sheets below him. “Will you…eat my pussy?”

Eddie kisses his hip and rubs his thighs. “That’s my girl. Good job baby. Open those gorgeous thighs and let daddy take care of you.”

Steve spreads his thighs wide and Eddie settles between them, trailing his lips and tongue closer and closer to their destination. He grabs Steve behind the knees and pushes his legs up towards his chest, fully exposing his hole through the opening in the panties. It almost feels scandalous and Steve is so fucking excited. He replaces Eddie’s hands with his own, holding himself open to be fully devoured.

The first swipe of Eddie’s tongue is always a pleasant shock. This warm, wet muscle making delicate circles around his entrance, lapping at his sensitive skin. The sounds of Eddie’s lips and tongue kissing and sucking at his hole are obscene and Steve whimpers out, “Oh fuck, daddy. Feels so good. I love your mouth.”

Eddie leans back a little and spits on his hole, making Steve moan loudly into the quiet of the room. He circles the wet rim with his thumb and Steve is fucking dying to have something, anything, inside him. “Mmm, baby girl, your pussy tastes so good. Getting so wet for me. Wanna keep eating you out, but that’s not what you really need, is it?”

Steve shakes his head and looks down at his boyfriend. His hair is wild and eyes are so dark. “No,” he pants. “Need you to fuck me daddy.”

Eddie smiles up at him and kisses his thigh. “Then we gotta make sure you’re nice and wet and ready for my cock, don’t we princess?” He gets up and fishes out the lube from the nightstand. Steve reaches out to undo his pants and Eddie swats his hand away. “I got it baby girl. You just lay there and look pretty for me.

Steve lowers his legs and stretches his body out, arching his back off the mattress while Eddie peels the rest of his clothes off, watching with hungry eyes.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Stevie. God, I wanna ruin you.”

Steve smiles up at him. “Then do it.”

Eddie climbs back on the bed and gets on all fours, hovering over Steve. His hard cock hangs heavy and full, brushing Steve’s lower stomach and sending a shiver up his spine. “Patience, sweet thing.” He leans down and captures Steve’s mouth in a filthy kiss. “Gotta let me open up that tight pussy first.”

Steve moans and throws his head back again, allowing Eddie to trail his mouth down the column of his throat. He kisses and licks and nibbles his way down Steve’s body, completely avoids his leaking dick, and spreads his thighs again. Steve holds his legs back and jolts in surprise when there’s immediately a slick finger slipping into his ass.

Eddie chuckles as he sucks a mark into Steve’s inner thigh. He works his finger in and out slowly before adding a second. The slight stretch is good, but fuck it’s not enough. Steve looks down at this gorgeous man, pumping his fingers and marking his skin, and can’t believe how fucking lucky he is. Not just to have a lover who’s so attentive and selfless, but to have a boyfriend, a partner, who loves him so much.

“Eds. Baby. I can’t wait anymore. I need you.”

Eddie moves up the length of his body, keeping his fingers right where they are, and leans over Steve on one arm. “Honey, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Steve cups his face and brings him in for a deep kiss. “You won’t. I want it. Please. I feel so fucking empty without you.”

Eddie kisses him again, slow and sweet, and draws his fingers out. “Use your colors. If you need me to stop or slow down, you tell me, yeah?”

“Of course. Please, baby. Fuck me.”

He slicks himself up and slowly guides the head of his cock into Steve’s entrance. The push and stretch are so much better than fingers. Steve sighs and wraps his legs around Eddie’s waist, drawing him closer. Eddie lowers himself down onto his elbows and peppers Steve with kisses as he sinks in at an agonizingly slow pace.

It definitely burns without the full prep, but he needs it. Needs to really feel the man he loves filling him. He buries his hands in Eddie’s hair and takes slow, deep breaths.

Eddie kisses his forehead and asks, “Are you ok, angel? What’s your color?”

“Green. Keep going.”

Eddie seals their mouths together and Steve can feel each piercing slowly pass his rim. There’s nothing fucking like it. By the time Eddie bottoms out, Steve is panting and clinging to him.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart. Take a deep breath for me, ok? That’s it. Good girl.”

Steve whimpers at the pet name and continues breathing deep, until he’s relaxed enough that the burn is just a dull ache. God, he feels so full. It’s so fucking good.

“Ok,” he breathes. “I’m ready.”

Eddie slowly draws out and thrusts his hips back in. They both moan at the slick glide. His tongue dives into Steve’s mouth and it’s like he’s being fucked two ways, Eddie’s cock pumping in and out while his tongue laps around Steve’s.

Eddie’s built up a good rhythm, set a steady pace, but Steve was promised to be ruined and damnit, he’s gonna get what he wants. He breaks the kiss and goads his boyfriend, “Come on! Fuck me like you mean it!”

“Oh, baby girl, don’t get bratty. You want it harder? Just have to ask nicely.”

Steve huffs and looks up at him with big eyes. “Please daddy. Fuck me harder.”

Eddie grins and lifts himself up, spreading his knees wide under Steve’s thighs. He plants his hands on Steve’s hips and draws back until just the head of his dick is in, then slams forward, punching a loud gasp out Steve. He does it again. And again. And again, until he’s fucking Steve hard and fast, shaking the whole goddamn bed.

Steve grips onto the sheets, moaning and holding on for dear life as he gets his ass absolutely pounded.

“That you wanted, baby? Wanted daddy’s cock nice and deep?”

Steve can barely string together words right now. Just nods and whimpers.

“Fuck, you’re so tight honey. So wet. You love daddy’s cock, don’t you baby girl?”

“Yes!” Steve shouts. “More! Please!”

Eddie obliges, lifting Steve’s legs over his shoulders and leaning down over him, pinning him into a fucking mating press. Steve can feel him everywhere as Eddie hammers into him, panting and groaning and absolutely annihilating his prostate. Steve is so close to cumming, and it takes everything in him to hold back.

His boyfriend grins above him, this fallen angel of little deaths. Eddie works his hand between their bodies and flicks his thumb back and forth over the crown of Steve’s cock, still trapped under red lace, like it’s a fucking clit.

“You’re close, aren’t you honey? Pussy’s so tight it’s choking my dick. Fuck, you gonna let me cum in that pussy? Let me knock you up?”

Oh shit. Unexpected kinks are turning out to be the best ones.

Steve is at his breaking point. His mouth is moving before his brain can even process what he’s saying. “Oh my god, yes! Fuck a baby into me!”

Eddie thrusts into him one final time with a groan, and Steve can feel the warmth spilling inside him just as he falls into sweet oblivion and soaks his panties. His ears are ringing, his lips are numb, his whole body is shaking with the aftershocks of the hottest orgasm of his life.

He feels his legs being lowered and lips on his skin. Eddie’s voice just loud enough to get through the temporary ringing. That was so hot, Stevie. God, I love you so much. You’re a fucking dream, baby girl.

Steve eventually blinks his eyes open and smiles at his boyfriend. Eddie’s still inside him, kissing his face and neck, and running his hands through Steve’s hair. “Mmm, love you.”

“I love you too, angel. You feel ok? Are you sore?”

Steve shakes his head. “I feel amazing. Bath please?”

Eddie chuckles and kisses his forehead. “God, you’re so sweet. Stay right here my love. I’ll get the tub ready.”

He gently pulls out and laughs at Steve’s pout before kissing it away. Alone in the bed that’s now theirs, Steve stretches his arms and legs out, really starting to to feel the aches in his muscles from hauling boxes all day and being folded in half and fucked stupid. He closes his eyes and drifts, halfway between sleep and waking, when he’s brought back by the feel of Eddie’s arms snaking under his back and knees. He yelps and throws his arms around Eddie’s neck and he’s lifted off the bed and carried bridal style into the bathroom.

Not only did Eddie fill the tub, but he lit all the candles and it’s romantic as fuck. Eddie gently sets him down and peels off his sticky panties, tossing them aside to deal with later. Steve steps into the tub, and the steaming water feels fucking incredible. Eddie gets in behind him and Steve relaxes back onto his chest, letting out a deep sigh. The water is just shy of being too hot, and he can already feel his muscles relaxing. Eddie’s strong hands start to massage his shoulders and arms while his lips trail up and down his neck.

“Mmm, baby that feels so good.”

Eddie hums in his ears. “I’m glad. Love taking care of you, princess. Got some fancy bath salts in here too that should help any aches. You did too much today, sweetheart.”

“Did not. It’s Moving Day, that always means heavy lifting.”

His boyfriend sighs quietly behind him. “I know. Just don’t want you lifting a finger if I have any say about it. That’s why I hired a cleaning service to come in once a week. This is a lot of house to take care of, and when I’m on tour, I don’t want you stuck cleaning up the place by yourself.”

Steve tenses a little at the mention of the tour. He knows that’s the whole deal with releasing a new album. You gotta get out there and play it for everyone. He’s so fucking proud of Eddie and all the work he and the guys did to get this out so fast. But he’d be a liar if he said it didn’t make him sad to have his boyfriend gone so much.

“I can hear you thinking, Stevie. What’s going on under all that voluminous hair?”

Steve bites his lip. “It’s stupid.”

Eddie scoffs and nips at his shoulder. “Nonsense. Lay it on me.”

“I don’t want to sound like a needy boyfriend. But I’m gonna miss you. We just moved in and it feels like you’re leaving right away. And I know! I know it’s important, and I know you guys are excited, and I don’t want to be a downer at all. I’m excited for you too. I think I might just love you a liiiiiittle too much.” He pinches his fingers close together and smiles at the chuckle it gets him.

“Stevie baby, if anyone in this relationship loves too much, it’s me. I wrote a whole goddamn album about it.”

“You wrote it about fucking me.”

“Same thing.” They both laugh and Eddie wraps his arms around Steve’s middle, holding him close. “You know I’m gonna miss you too, right? But hey, it’s not as bad as it could be. Usually we tour for months and don’t get to come home often. We’re lucky the label agreed to our new schedule. This way we’re only on the road for two weeks at a time, and then we all get to see our families for a week in between. And we won’t miss the major holidays!”

Steve nods and turns his head to give him a kiss. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s gonna be fine. And we’ve got what, three weeks or so before you head out? You’re gonna have to fuck me so well I’ll actually need a break from your dick.”

Eddie barks out a laugh and tells him, “Challenge accepted!”

And challenge met. The next few weeks they bask in domestic bliss, waking up together every morning, making dinner together every night, making mundane chores fun, and fucking on practically every surface of the house. By the time Eddie’s tour starts, they’ve christened every room. Steve rode him on the living room sofa. Eddie bent him over the dining table. Fucked him up against the shower wall. Ate him out on the kitchen counter. They jerked each other off in the pool. Blew each other in the game room. Spooned and had lazy sex while watching a movie in the theater. Eddie even fucked him on the washing machine, giggling about putting in a large load.

So Steve is feeling pretty satisfied, and yeah a little sore, by the time the tour kicks off in Indy. The album was an immediate hit, garnering attention from every major music and news outlet due to the “explicit content” and overall quality of the music. Rolling Stone said it made the Nine Inch Nails song “Closer” sound like a nursery rhyme. Eddie and the guys took that as the ultimate compliment. Now every show they’re playing is sold out, and Steve is so fucking proud.

And horny. He’s really fucking horny. Eddie got everyone tickets and backstage passes for the show. Dustin insisted that Steve had to come into the crowd with them instead of watching from the side of the stage to get the full experience! And now he’s surrounded by a sea of people, singing along with his boyfriend about…yeah, eating Steve’s ass.

It’s a little surreal to say the least.

And goddamn, his baby looks fucking good up there. Steve’s seen him play guitar in their home plenty of times, but this is his first Corroded Coffin concert and he’s kind of losing it. Eddie’s wearing the hell out of some ripped jeans that look like they were painted on. He’s got a Dio shirt on that Steve helped cut the sleeves off of, exposing his ribs, and even a nipple piercing when he turns just right. His hair is wild as he whips it around during guitar solos. His skin is glistening with sweat. His ringed fingers fly across the fret boards, and Steve knows intimately how talented those fingers are. He’s got eyeliner on that has smudged since he started playing, only making his eyes look wider and darker.

He doesn’t just look good, it’s the whole stage persona that’s really doing it for Steve. He’s like this lithe, sexy rock god, swaggering about and commanding the whole room. Everyone here is eating out of the palm of his hand, but Steve is the one who gets to actually have him. God he can’t wait to get his hands on him after the show.

The band finishes up and breaks before doing an encore, and Steve takes that as his opportunity to ditch the kids and head to the entrance of the backstage area. It’s gated and there isn’t a guard there at the moment to let him back. He’s crawling out of his fucking skin as he waits. He can hear Eddie’s voice booming through the venue over the screams and cheers of the thousands there to see them. And he takes just a small moment to feel a little giddy over having a rock star boyfriend.

By the time the encore, there are fans starting to gather by the gate around Steve. He looks from face to face and realizes that they’re all men. Kind of fucking pretty men. Is this what Eddie was telling him about? Jesus Christ, is he standing in the middle of a pod of groupies looking to get fucked by his boyfriend? Good fucking luck.

Security and the band come down the stairs next to the stage and the guys around him start shouting Eddie’s name. This is so ridiculous, Steve can’t help but snort a laugh. Eddie glances over, not even bothering to check any of them out, and just offers a polite wave before he does a double take and catches Steve’s eye. A grin that means nothing but trouble splits his face as he raises his hand, points right at Steve, and wiggles his finger in a “come here” motion.

Steve bites his lip and shakes his head. Security finally makes their way over and Steve holds up his laminated backstage pass to be let in. Once he’s through the gate, just to be a little bitch, he looks over his shoulder and winks at the gaggle of groupies before following Eddie backstage.

He’s pulled into a nearby dressing room and the door slams shut behind him, Eddie pinning him to it with a hand on either side of his head. “I fucking saw that, you little shit. Don’t tease the desperate boys out there, they’re sad enough that they’ll never get to have me,” Eddie chuckles.

Steve tilts his head up and hums into a kiss. Eddie tastes like sweat and it should be gross, but right now it’s totally doing it for him. “Couldn’t help myself. Fuck you looked so good up there baby! You guys were amazing. Now get naked, I’ve been dying to get my hands on you since you stepped out on that stage!”

Eddie pulls him by the shirt collar over to a couch, snatching a bottle of lube out of his bag along the way. They’re kissing and licking and biting as they quickly shed their clothes. Steve is about to drop to his knees when Eddie stops him. “Sweetheart, wait. Slow down a second. You know I gotta head to the airport in a couple hours, so this is our last chance to be alone together before I take off. I wanted to maybe…switch things up.”

Steve is about 90% sure he knows what his boyfriend is insinuating, but he’s gonna need some confirmation first, because holy shit. They’ve never done this.

“Baby. Are you asking me to top you?”

Eddie wraps an arm around his bare waist and tilts his chin up for a sweet kiss. “Yes.”

Steve’s brain goes offline. 404 page not found. Try again later.

Eddie lifts an eyebrow and grins. “You ok there Stevie?”

“Uh. Yeah. Jesus. Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. I want you to fuck me, sweetheart.”

Steve crashes their mouths together and they fumble their way to the couch, Eddie on his back and Steve lying on top of him, settling between his bent legs. His hands are buried in Eddie’s hair, and they moan into each other’s mouths. Steve’s thrusting his hips and their cocks are hard and dripping as they slide together.

Eddie grabs two handfuls of Steve’s ass and pulls him in tighter. “Come on big boy. Show me what you got.”

Steve gets his hand between them giving Eddie a couple of quick strokes before he ventures lower, cupping his heavy balls and moving further down until he feels the base of a plug between his boyfriend’s cheeks. “Holy shit, baby. You played that whole show with a plug in?”

“Sure did, sweetheart. Been planning this for weeks. Now hurry up, I wanna feel how good that big dick is.”

Steve kisses his way down Eddie’s neck as he carefully works the plug out and sets it on the nearby coffee table. He grabs the lube and warms some on his fingers before easing two into his boyfriend’s hole. Eddie throws his head back and groans. Steve latches his mouth onto the exposed skin and sucks a mark into it while he slides a third finger in, pumping and scissoring them to make sure Eddie is nice and open for him. He crooks them just right, immediately finding Eddie’s prostate and delighting in the shout he feels through his throat.

“Stevie! Baby! Fuck, I’m ready! Get your dick in me now.”

Steve hasn’t topped in a long time. He’s so eager his hands shake a little as he sits up and drizzles more lube on his cock. Giving himself a few quick pumps, he lifts Eddie’s leg over his shoulder and leans forward, bracing himself on the armrest of the couch. He lines himself up and looks into Eddie’s eyes. “I want colors from you this time. Tell me if you need me to stop.”

Eddie strokes a hand through his hair and smiles up at him fondly. “I’m all green baby boy.”

Steve slowly starts to push in, feeling the tight muscle give as the head of his cock sinks inside. Eddie is already breathing faster, biting his lip and furrowing his brow. “Color, baby?”

“Green. Just go slow, angel. It’s been a while.”

Steve nods and smooths his hand up and down Eddie’s thigh and he slowly pushes forward. He knows how thick he is, and the last thing he wants to do is hurt Eddie or make him regret doing this. It feels like ages until he finally bottoms out, hips flush with Eddie’s cute little ass. They’re both panting and Eddie’s eyes are closed tight. Steve waits, continuing to rub his thigh while kissing the leg over his shoulder.

“You ok, Eds? Color?”

Eddie licks his lips and his eyes flutter open. “Green. I’m ok. Fuck, Stevie. That fat cock is really something.”

Steve chuckles and kisses Eddie’s knee. “Tell me when you’re ready. God, you’re so fucking tight. Not sure this gonna last very long.”

“Yeah, I think we both might have that problem sweetheart. Shit. Ok. Ready, honey.”

He starts by rocking his hips a little, just barely pulling out and pushing back in so Eddie can adjust and relax. Once he feels his body go a little more slack, Steve starts to pull back further on every thrust until his whole shaft is gliding in and out. Eddie’s so fucking tight and Steve’s really glad he used a lot of lube.

Eddie is moaning beneath him as Steve fucks him at a steady pace. “Stevie, fuck! So fucking full baby. Little harder now, honey. Oh, that’s it. Doing so good baby boy.”

One thing is clear; Steve may be topping, but Eddie is in control. He loves that their dynamic is still the same, giving Eddie all the power and doing what he’s told. Steve thrusts faster, harder, wanting to give Eddie anything he asks for.

Eddie’s hands fly up and grip onto the armrest of the couch, bracing himself while Steve fucks him. The lean muscles in his arms flex and Steve rakes his eyes over his boyfriend’s gorgeous body. Eddie grins and runs the tip of his tongue over his teeth. “See something you like, angel?”

Steve nods and grunts as he keeps up the rhythm of his thrusts. “You’re so fucking hot Eds. God, I love your body. Love you.”

“Love you more, honey. Now come on. Fuck daddy harder. I wanna feel you for days sweetheart.

Steve’s composure snaps and he starts to hammer into his boyfriend as hard as he can. He slides his hand down Eddie’s thigh and grabs a handful of his ass, tilting his boyfriend’s hips just right until-

“FUCK! Right there! Right there baby! Jesus Christ don’t stop!”

Hearing Eddie screaming like that because of him is hurtling Steve right towards the edge. “Oh my god, baby! You feel so fucking good! I’m close, Eds. So fucking close. Cum with me. Please daddy, cum with me!”

Eddie spits in his palm and grips his dick, starts jerking himself off fast and hard. “Give it to me, honey. I’m right there with you. Fuck I love that fat cock. Want you to cum in me baby. Wanna know how it feels. Fuck it nice and deep!”

Steve fucking growls as he pounds his hips into Eddie and pumps him full. “Fuck! Take it baby!”

Eddie’s eyes go wide and his jaw drops open as he gasps and shudders through his orgasm, painting his chest with cum. “Oh! Oh god! Fucking Christ baby!”

He’s squeezing Steve like a vice and he feels himself pulse one final time before collapsing onto Eddie’s chest with a huff. Eddie wraps his arms around him and they’re both panting and trying to catch their breaths as they come down. Steve turns his head to kiss and lick at his neck. “Holy shit. Eddie. That was. Wow.”

Eddie is still trembling, and clinging to Steve’s back. He lifts his head and looks down at his boyfriend. Eyes closed tight, brows furrowed, sweat beading on his skin. “Eddie baby. Are you ok?”

Without opening his eyes, Eddie’s hands move to cup Steve’s face and bring him in for a tender kiss. When they part, his eyes open and he looks up at Steve like he hung the stars. “Does it always feel like this?”

Steve nuzzles their noses. “Like what baby?”

“Complete. Whole.” Eddie’s eyes water with unshed tears.

Steve kisses him again, slow and deep. “Always.”

“Stevie,” he gasps and a tear rolls down his temple. “I’m gonna miss you so much.”

They hold each other tight, sharing tears and kisses and I love you’s. It’s not the end. Nowhere near it. Steve knows that Eddie is his forever. Tonight, it’s just goodbye for now.

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