saturate me, i can't get enough
rated e
4,066 words
cw: please read full note below the cut in regards to terminology used in this ficlet/warnings
A really big thank you/shoutout to @patchworkgargoyle for proofreading this and giving me a few great suggestions to make sure this was absolutely perfect for @steves-strapcollection's birthday! Also available on ao3.
This labor of love (and smut) is for my favorite transmasc Steve truther, Gerry. I am so grateful for your contributions to this fandom, and I am even more grateful that you welcome me into your chaos (Tig threads I'm lookin' at you đ). While I may still not think my writing could be a gift to anyone, let alone a talented writer like you, I will just be positive that you'll enjoy this for what it is which is soft and tender fuckin'.
A VERY SERIOUS NOTE FOR EVERYONE ELSE: I am very much a cis woman. I spoke with Ger before even starting on this because I wanted to make sure he was comfortable with me even attempting to write transmasc Steve. I am using masculine and feminine terms for lower anatomy that he uses in his own fics and his own life with his express permission to do so. If you think this might be a trigger for you, please don't read. I wrote this specifically for Ger, and realize that it may not be for everyone. Taking care of yourself is the most important thing!
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If Eddie had known what exactly he was getting into when he asked Steve on a date, he probably would have done it a lot sooner.
He tugged on the silk ropes around his wrist, just tight enough to keep him in place on the bed, but still loose enough that he knew he could pull out of them if he had to.
Steve refused to tie them any tighter.
âNeed you to feel safe with me, Eds,â heâd said with a soft kiss to his lips.
As if he could feel anything other than safe with him. As if he hadnât spent the last five or so months falling in love with him, learning what makes Steve Steve, figuring out how he could fit in Steveâs life.
Somehow, Eddie ended up naked first, tied up in his own bed, breaths heavy with anticipation of what was to come.
And he had very little idea of what was to come.
Heâd already been surprised at how quickly Steve took charge of their date, their first kiss, the torturous ride back to Eddieâs apartment where Steveâs hand just brushed against his cock every minute or so.
Now, he was at Steveâs mercy entirely.
Just the thought of Steve leaving him like this while he touched, and kissed, and bit every part of his body was enough to have him leaking.
âCanât believe how good you look like this,â Steve groaned from his spot between Eddieâs legs.
Oh, his shirt was off.
Finally.
Eddie whined as he saw Steveâs one and only tattoo, a baseball bat with nails sticking out of it, on his left side just under the scar from his top surgery.
He wanted to trace the outline with his tongue, maybe mark it up so that it wasnât just black ink, cover him in purples and blues that would take days to heal.
But he wouldnât be able to do that now, not with his hands tied above his head and his legs spread wide enough that he couldnât get leverage to pull himself up or Steve down.
Next time.
âSteve, please,â Eddie begged, though he wasnât sure what he was begging for at this point other than touch.
âSorry, baby. Youâre just so distracting.â
Eddie knew he was blushing, could feel the heat on his face and neck, on his chest.
His hands were sweaty where he had them clenched into fists, somehow already overwhelmed before even being properly touched.
Steveâs fingers glided across his chest, pausing to pay attention to his only nipple, laughing to himself when Eddie jumped.
âSensitive? Maybe this one got all the nerves from the other one being gone,â Steve smirked as he leaned down to flick his tongue over the soft, pink flesh of his one remaining nipple.
It was like an electric shock, a fire burning through his veins and Steveâs tongue was the match that lit it.
He arched his back, chasing the feeling as far as he physically could, pouting when Steve pulled away.
âHey,â Steve touched his cheek, smiling when Eddie relaxed into the touch. âI know weâre moving fast, but I kinda wanna take my time with you. Is that okay?â
Eddie nodded, thankful that Steve said it first.
It wasnât that he didnât like the idea of going as far as they could as fast as they could, not at all. Eddie would be happy with anything.
But taking their time?
He would take all night.
âWanted this for so long, baby. You have no idea,â Steve whispered, breath hot against his lips as he leaned back in.
âMe too,â Eddieâs voice trembled.
Steveâs palm settled against his chest, no doubt feeling how hard and fast Eddieâs heart was beating, but not saying anything about it.
Eddie could feel his pulse in his fingertips, in his toes, in his hair.
âYou like being tied up?â
Eddie nodded, biting his bottom lip between his teeth and letting his mind drift to thoughts of being like this hours.
âYou want me to do what I want? Not let you pick?â
Eddie didnât even care about his teasing tone, his knowing smirk.
He wasnât asking for an answer, he was asking for control, and he already had both.
âI think you want me to take over, ride your face maybe? And then your cock?â
Steve was spot on.
Eddie couldnât count the amount of times heâd pictured that exact scenario in his head. Just last night, while he was cooking dinner, he thought about the way Steve would taste, how he would look while Eddie took him apart with his tongue, his fingers.
He hadnât even gotten to picture his cock inside him when the fire alarm started beeping to let him know he was burning his supper.
âYeah, thatâs what you want. Donât even have to say it, I can see it all over your face,â Steve teased.
He could only imagine.
Steve got off the bed, shushing Eddieâs whines with a quick kiss to his forehead.
âJust getting everything else off, Eds.â
It was said to calm him down, but it just caused him to cant his hips upwards, seeking any type of friction on his leaking cock.
Steveâs eyes never left him as he stripped his jeans and boxers off in one fell swoop, his feet stepping out of the pant legs as quickly as he could without tripping.
He joined him on the bed again, settling between his legs and staring down at him, eyes holding so much affection that Eddie wasnât sure what to do with it, where to put it all.
When they made eye contact, Steve smiled softly down at him.
âYou okay with this?â He asked, wanting to be sure before they got too carried away.
âMore than okay,â Eddie nodded. âWanna taste you so bad, Stevie.â
âI can make that happen.â
Steve untied one of his hands from the bedframe, but didnât let it touch any part of him yet.
âThis is only so you can tap out if you need to. Youâre not allowed to touch anywhere except my leg. Three taps if you need to stop, okay?â Eddie nodded. âShow me.â
Eddie waited for Steve to climb up a bit, straddle his chest, the warmth between his legs enough to make him forget for a moment what he was supposed to be doing.
âEddie. Show me,â Steveâs voice was stern enough to grab his attention again, and Eddie focused on making his shaking hand tap his thigh three times. âGood boy. You can keep your hand there if itâll help you remember, but no moving unless itâs to tap.â
Eddieâs head felt cloudy already, something he so rarely experienced with anyone, something he hoped heâd get to keep experiencing with Steve from now on.
Steve shifted back down for long enough to leave a kiss on Eddieâs lips, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth as he let out a laugh.
âI can feel your heartbeat between my thighs. A bit excited, arenât you?â Steve teased him again, but Eddie wasnât complaining. If anything, it just made his heartbeat louder with anticipation at what he was about to get.
âNeed you,â Eddie managed to say.
Steve didnât wait any longer, scooting his body up so his pussy was level with Eddieâs mouth.
Eddie groaned, lifted his head an inch so he could be even closer.
He needed it, needed him. He couldnât wait any longer to get a taste.
Eddieâs tongue lapped at Steveâs hole, the only part he could reach at the moment, but it was enough.
Steve let out a long moan, gravelly voice letting out a long âyesâ as he rocked his hips forward to get Eddieâs tongue inside.
Eddie closed his eyes and let himself be surrounded by Steve.
His slightly musky smell, the sweat that was rolling down his thighs, the surprisingly sweet slick dripping from his pussy, all of it was better than Eddie could have possibly imagined.
The noises got louder as Steve adjusted himself directly over Eddieâs face.
He pulled away just enough for Eddie to catch his breath, but Eddie didnât want to catch his breath.
âNeed your cock, please,â Eddie begged, not caring if he was breaking an unspoken rule, not caring if he suffocated for it.
But he didnât get in trouble. In fact, he got exactly what he wanted when Steve settled back down, his dick rubbing against Eddie lips in silent instruction.
Eddie opened his mouth wide, stuck out his tongue, and moaned.
âGod youâre so good,â Steve grabbed Eddieâs hand on his thigh, squeezing as he rocked back and forth, taking things slower than Eddie expected him to.
Eddie whimpered, letting out what little breath he had as Steve rested more of his weight on his tongue.
âYou made me so wet just laying there, all tied up for me, hng,â Steve groaned.
The hand squeezing Eddieâs moved to the headboard, giving Steve just a bit more leverage to bear down and chase his own release on Eddieâs tongue.
Eddie could feel his fingernails digging into Steveâs thighs, but he couldnât, and wouldnât, stop unless Steve made him.
He could feel slick and drool dripping down his chin, his cheeks, his neck, probably making a mess of his hair and the pillow under him, but he couldnât find it in him to care. Steve was making low groaning noises now, his pace getting faster every few thrusts back and forth.
Eddie opened his eyes, wanting to try to see what Steve looked like from this angle.
He wasnât disappointed.
Steveâs head was thrown back, his arm muscles straining as he held onto the bed, leg muscles and stomach tensing as his pleasure started to crest.
The flush that Eddie had barely gotten to enjoy before was now covering his hairy chest and his neck, a few drops of sweat dripping to his stomach.
Eddie hoped he could lick them up after Steve came.
Steve let out a loud whine and one of his hands fell to Eddieâs hair, his fingers tugging at his roots in a way that reminded him he had no control over any of this.
Eddie decided to take matters into his own hands the best that he could, curling his tongue into a sharper point so that on the next thrust, Steveâs dick was given more pointed pressure.
âFuck!â Steve yelled out. He looked down at Eddie, hair flopping into his face. âYou wanna suck it, baby? You can if you want.â
He sounded so close, breathlessly framing his own wants as something Eddie wanted. And Eddie did want those things.
He was starting to realize he wanted everything with Steve.
It should have been a scary thought, especially when this was just the ending of their first date, but instead of worrying about it, Eddie used all the energy and muscle he could to lift his head up and start to suck on his dick.
âThatâs it,â Steve panted, holding Eddieâs head against him, not giving him a chance to move away again. âYouâre so good, baby. Gonna make me cum so hard, fuck.â
Eddie started to nod, and the extra movement seemed to set Steve off.
He felt Steveâs thighs clench, then loosen, then clench again, his hand tightening in Eddieâs hair, and a long moan left his body.
Eddie moaned too, and the vibration sent Steve over the edge.
Steve slowed his pace, but didnât get up, letting Eddie slowly lick along his folds, gathering up the slick dripping out of him.
When Eddieâs tongue brushed over his cock again, he flinched, but let out a huff of a laugh.
âSorry, baby, you got me so oversensitive already. Youâre too good at that,â Steve said, still trying to catch his breath.
âGood at what? Being used?â Eddie managed to ask, voice hoarse.
Steve looked down at him as he moved down to settle against his stomach instead.
âGood at being good for me,â he finally said, seriousness ruined by the hint of fondness in his tone and smile.
âAlways wanna be good for you, Stevie,â Eddie admitted.
Steve looked at him for a moment, searched his face for any sign of him lying or being too sex-drunk to be realistic.
But whatever was on Eddieâs face must have shown him that he was serious.
âYeah, baby. I think you could be,â Steve leaned down to kiss him, licking into his mouth like he wanted to taste himself on Eddieâs lips and tongue, like he wanted to know what they tasted like together.
Eddie felt his cock pulse, felt the tug in his stomach that let him know he was probably much closer than he should be just from eating Steve out for five minutes.
He didnât have time to be embarrassed though; Steve was moving down his body further, reaching a hand back to touch his cock.
âWait!â Eddie leaned his head away.
Steve pulled his hand away and looked at him, frowning as he took in the panicked look on Eddieâs face.
âI just, um, Iâm close. Like, pretty sure if you touch me, I will cum all over your hand and probably never be able to look you in the eyes again.â
Steve snorted out a laugh.
âWhatâs wrong with that?â Steve asked, slowly tracing his fingers across Eddieâs waistline, not even looking as he got closer to his cock.
âIâŚI donât know?â Eddie admitted.
And truly, he had no idea why he shouldnât cum. That was the goal of this, and Steve was making it pretty clear he didnât mind if he did, might even prefer if he did.
The only thing stopping him was that he didnât want any of this to end.
âEds, youâve been so good for me, I kinda want you to feel good, too. Unless you really donât want to-â
âNo! I do!â Eddie ignored the way Steve was trying to cover his laughter. âI just thought you wanted to ride me.â
âOhhhh. I see. Youâre being selfish.â
Eddieâs mouth snapped shut, teeth audibly clacking together.
No one had ever called him selfish in bed, not even jokingly.
But Steveâs tone wasnât joking. His face wasnât joking.
âI guess you think I donât wanna see you squirming because Iâm wringing the third orgasm from you in less than an hour? Is that it?â
âUhâŚâ
Steve clicked his tongue.
âI planned on you begging to stop soon enough. Unless you want to stop now? Seems like it might be hard to go to sleep like that, though.â
Steveâs brow raised as he glanced behind him for a moment at Eddieâs red and dripping cock, then looked back at Eddie.
âNo, please donât stop. IâŚcan I be inside you?â Eddie was desperate, and didnât care if he sounded like it.
âYou wanna cum inside me? Fill me up good, make sure I feel who I belong to?â Steve asked as he slowly moved back further, his hand firmly grasping the base of Eddieâs cock.
Eddie whined, bucking his hips up, but not making the contact he needed.
âYou can if you promise to clean me up after,â Steveâs hand slid up Eddieâs dick slowly, the pressure not nearly enough to satisfy him, but enough to make him whine.
âI promise. Please,â Eddie nodded, his one free hand making a fist in the sheets while his still tied up hand tugged on the binds.
Steve didnât respond with words, just sat back and guided Eddieâs cock along the inner lips of his cunt, moaning at the sensation.
âSo warm,â Eddie groaned.
âGonna get me all wet again, baby,â Steve rocked his hips slowly, teasing the tip along his folds and against his entrance. âYouâre leaking worse than I am.â
Which may be true at this point. Eddie had spent enough time licking up as much of his mess as possible.
Steve sat down on his cock with no warning.
He hissed, clenching his fists and curling his toes to fight off the impending orgasm.
Absolutely nothing could have prepared him for the way Steveâs pussy sucked him in, clenching around him in a way that left him shivering and panting.
âGood?â Steve asked, smug grin the only thing keeping Eddie from losing it completely.
âYes, yeah, so good, fuck,â Eddie threw his head back, arching his back as Steve slowly lifted himself up and dropped back down.
Fuck, Eddie wasnât gonna be able to hold off. Heâd just have to live with the embarrassment.
Steve reached up to untie his hand, grabbing his wrist and massaging it in his own hands as he moved his hips in circles.
âWait, you didnât-â
âYeah, I did.â
âWhen?â Eddie knew his brain hadnât been working for a while now, but he was certain his eyes had been. Steve hadnât stretched himself on his fingers this entire time, and going from just Eddieâs tongue barely breaching his entrance to suddenly sitting on his cock, no matter how wet he was, had to be at least a little painful.
âBathroom when we got home,â Steve shrugged.
Steve had been fingering himself in the bathroom not even an hour ago. Without Eddie. Without even making a noise.
God, Eddie was so fucked. Literally.
âYou okay, baby?â Steve asked, smug grin back in place as he guided Eddieâs hands to his own hips. âThink you can do this part or do I have to do everything?â
Eddie gripped his hips, hoping his fingers would leave bruises, and let himself have this. It may only last for another minute, but he was going to make it worth every second.
He lifted Steve up, then dropped him down, smirking at the loud yelp Steve let out.
âIâm gonna fuck you so hard later, this is just a preview,â Eddie growled out.
âPromise?â Steve gasped as Eddie shoved his hips up as he pulled Steve down.
âSwear. Every night you want me to from now on, Stevie,â Eddie slowed his thrusting, felt the tension building in his abdomen.
Steve groaned as he placed his hands on Eddieâs chest and started lifting his hips up on his own, clenching as he moved up Eddieâs cock.
He quickened his pace, little whimpers leaving him every time his ass met Eddieâs thighs.
âYou feel so good, Stevie, gonna cum,â Eddie whined as his thighs clenched.
âYes, yes, please. Youâve been so good, Eds,â Steve nodded, not pausing for a second.
Eddieâs eyes closed without his permission, Steveâs words hitting him right in the chest, making his breath leave him in one long, drawn-out moan.
Steve didnât slow down, lacing his fingers with Eddieâs and pushing them backwards onto the sheets as he rode Eddie through his orgasm.
âKiss me, please,â Eddie begged, opening his eyes to look up at Steveâs flushed face. Sweat was beading along his hairline, bangs flopping into his eyes.
Steveâs lips hovered over Eddieâs, not quite making contact, but close enough for their breaths to mingle together, for the small whimpers Eddie was unintentionally letting out to be swallowed by Steveâs hungry tongue as it grazed against his own.
Eddie was coherent enough to pull one of his hands loose, reaching up to cup Steveâs jaw as he chased his second orgasm of the night.
âCan I?â Eddie asked, moving his hand down his neck, tracing a finger along his collarbone. He looked up at Steveâs wide eyes, felt his pace slow to a stop.
âCan youâŚ?â Steve asked, breathless as he tried to figure out what Eddie was trying to ask him.
âCan I touch your cock? Want you to come on mine.â
Eddie felt Steve clench around him, his cock almost over sensitive enough for it to be painful.
âYeah, Iâm close,â Steve admitted, pulling his other hand away to sit back so Eddie had easier access to his dick.
He was dripping, and Eddieâs cum was leaking from his hole now that heâd stopped moving and Eddie was starting to get soft.
Eddieâs fingers gathered up as much as they could, gliding down to where his cock was still inside him and away a few times, just to tease.
âEddieâŚâ
âSorry, sorry. Just like touching you,â Eddie smiled up at him, at the way Steveâs back was arched, at the way his thighs were trembling with the effort of holding himself up.
Steve grabbed his wrist and guided his hand to his dick, impatience finally taking over.
âI like you touching me too, but if I donât get to come again soon, you wonât touch me again for the rest of the night,â Steve snarked.
Eddie loved him.
He didnât hesitate to curl his fingers so his knuckles rested against the sides of his dick, still teasing, but at least where Steve wanted it now. He didnât move for a moment, wanted Steve to be desperate enough to rock forward.
âEddie, please,â Steve whined.
âLook whoâs begging now,â Eddie teased. âYouâre so hard, sweetheart. Shouldâve told me you were this close earlier. Wouldâve taken care of you.â
Steve whimpered, shaking his head as Eddieâs knuckles started dragging up and down his dick.
Watching Steve fall apart above him like this, making him fall apart, especially when heâd been the one in control all night, was making Eddie feel unstoppable.
This was all he ever wanted: making Steve feel good in any way Steve wanted or needed.
Eddie started jerking his fingers faster, watching as Steveâs eyes fluttered closed.
âFuuuuuck,â Steve groaned, shifting his hips up for more pressure, for anything else he could possibly get.
âThatâs it, Stevie. Wanna make you feel good. Wanna be good for you.â
And just like Steveâs words had done for Eddie before, Eddieâs must have been the final straw for Steve.
Steveâs thighs shook as he came, his fingers digging into Eddieâs shoulders as he fell forward, trapping his hand against his pulsing dick.
âHmm,â Steve moaned out as his grasp loosened, leaving half-moons in Eddieâs skin.
Eddie knew he would be hard again soon. At this rate, he wouldnât be surprised if he got hard while still inside Steve.
But Steveâs eyes opened, and Eddie somehow fell further.
âI donât wanna stop,â Steve whispered, leaning in to kiss along his jawline, letting his teeth gently brush against his chin before pecking his lips.
âIâve got perfectly good fingers. OrâŚâ Eddie leaned up to kiss him, smirking when he felt Steve grind against him. âYou could also fuck me.â
Steveâs responding groan was muffled by Eddieâs chest, a laugh immediately following.
âAs much as I would love to, and will as soon as I have energy, I was thinking maybe we could justâŚstay like this?â Steve looked up towards the end, a pink blush coating his cheeks unlike anything Eddie had ever seen on him before.
Steve didnât get embarrassed or nervous, he didnât get flustered, at least not where others could see him.
He was Mr. Charming, the smoothest guy around, the one who always knew how to respond in a flirty situation.
But right now, all Eddie saw was vulnerability, his eyes mirroring back the love Eddie felt but hadnât put into words.
âLike this or on our sides?â Eddie whispered, not wanting the moment to be broken.
âLike this for now.â
Eddie gave a single nod, not mentioning that they should probably clean up a little, or the fact that Robin would be home soon and the bedroom door was wide open.
Steve kissed his chest before he settled with his head in the crook of his neck, breath hot against Eddieâs pulse point.
Eddieâs cock was hard again inside Steve, but both of them ignored it, savoring the feeling of finally having each other.
Steve was asleep quickly, and Eddie let his mind wander as he traced his fingers up and down Steveâs back.
This first date felt a lot like the beginning of a long future.
â
When Eddie woke up the next morning, his cock was in Steveâs mouth, and Steve already had two fingers in his hole, lube slowly dripping between his cheeks.
âWhat a way to wake up,â Eddie moaned.
Steve pulled off of him, already smirking, lips red and glistening with spit.
âYeah?â
âYeah, Stevie. Keep going,â Eddieâs voice was rough from sleep.
âYou got it, baby.â
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