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“Ah, fuck,” Eddie whines, angling his hips down to increase the friction on his dick as he thrusts away. “Fuck, Steve, please.”
The scent of him fills Eddie’s nostrils—cedar, ash, and stale sweat, because Steve loves to flop onto the couch after a long run instead of getting in the shower right away. Eddie should find it gross, but he doesn’t. Especially not now with his aching knot starting to swell and drag against the walls of the fleshlight.
Eddie’s weak nose has always made it difficult to work out what people are thinking. His dad would rely on that to manipulate Eddie into helping with his criminal schemes. But with Steve, he’s got the opposite problem—he can sniff him out a little too well.
And Steve—well, Steve always smells perfectly content. If he’s ever picked out the desperate yearning in Eddie's scent, he’s never said, so. That’s that.
Maybe he just assumes it’s Eddie’s natural state. He wouldn’t be totally wrong. More than anything, Eddie’s always wanted to be wanted.
Whatever Steve thinks of him, he likes Eddie well enough that he asked to be his roommate again this year, and Eddie wasn't capable of turning that down. So he just has to deal with Steve living in the next room, this former golden boy turned genuine good guy who smells like pure sex appeal and poorly concealed care for his fellow man.
Makes Eddie feel sort of shitty about humping his side of the couch. Not enough to stop, though.
He pushes down harder on the throw pillow, wedging his encased cock further into the couch cushion, and squeezes his eyes shut to daydream. Nothing too wild, no actual sex or anything. He’d feel weird about inserting Steve into something like that since he’s obviously into pretty omegas, not ferret-y alpha roommates.
Steve’s just reaching over to jerk him off, like a good friend. Maybe there’s porn on the TV, a cute omega with soft hips and bouncing tits so that Steve can be a little hard, too.
Not that Eddie’s in any state to reciprocate. He’s a mess, burning up from the inside out as Steve’s big hand easily wraps around him and pumps. Steve isn’t paying attention to him, though—he’s watching the porn, Eddie’s orgasm a distant backburner type thought—so Eddie has to warn him to avoid getting his jizz on his friend’s hand.
“Steve,” he pants, “Steve, close—”
And Steve listens, squeezing tightly around the base of his cock while Eddie fucks his fist, his movements growing more and more halted as his knot expands. Low in his gut, pleasure’s bubbling up quick, ready to boil over at any moment.
The blood thrumming in his ears drowns out all other sound, as if he’s underwater. Even his own moans are distant and muffled.
But he hears so very clearly, “Uh. Wow, okay,” in a familiar voice, the fantasy suddenly shifting with the finish line just in sight.
Eddie’s always had a highly active imagination so he rolls with it, hips jerking uncontrollably even as his knot keeps him from moving all that much. He’s so desperate to maintain enough friction to get this first knot popped. Once it goes down, he can air it out in here and get settled in his room before Steve comes back in the morning.
Maybe that pressing concern is why he’s imagining Steve walking in, scoffing at the pitiful sight he finds. “Seriously, dude? The couch? And on my side, too? Wow, just—wow.”
“Nnh,” Eddie moans. “Sorry. Mm, Steve—m’sorry.”
“Well, come on. Let’s see it,” Steve urges, sounding entirely too interested. Usually fantasy-Steve is enticingly indifferent to his horny plight. The hint of intrigue is doing funny things to Eddie’s stomach. “That’s it… keep putting on a little show for me. You’ll feel so much better once you come, yeah?”
“Uh-huh.” Eddie sniffles.
Must be his rut making fantasy-Steve so talkative. So encouraging.
Eddie’s toes curl violently as he teeters on the edge of release. It would feel even better if he had that little vibrator up his ass and could play with his nipples, but his hands are occupied gripping the pillow tightly while he humps more and more fervently, hair in his face as his head tips forward. With fantasy-Steve’s laughter echoing in his ears, he crumples forward and comes with a broken shout.
Even before he’s come back to himself fully, shame washes over Eddie for using thoughts of Steve for something like this—and in a place he likes to sit, no less. Pushing himself up, he tosses the pillow aside and inspects the tight seal the toy has around his knot.
At least it keeps everything contained, but it feels so weird to be stuck in a rapidly cooling puddle of his own cum, in this silicon monstrosity. He did what he had to to get through, though. As soon as he’s steady enough to walk, he’ll start airing it out in here and setting up his room for when things ramp up again.
“Good one, huh?” Eddie hears, and his head snaps up in horror.
“Jesus Christ!” he shrieks. The pit of his stomach plummets, like he’s reached the bottom of a staircase only to find another step.
Because it’s Steve—real-Steve, in the flesh, leaning against the back of their apartment door with his tanned, hairy arms folded over his chest. Steve goddamn Harrington, in all his striped polo-clad, tight jeans-wearing, Farrah Fawcett-haired glory, is actually here, actually laughing at Eddie.
“Shit—Steve,” he says, humiliatingly out of breath. He grabs the throw pillow and shoves it over his lap like that can make Steve unsee what he’s seen. Motherfucker—why is he here? He’s only reminded Eddie a million times about his weekly best friend sleepover. “Uh, Robin…?”
“Had to cancel movie night. Sorry,” he replies, not sounding the slightest bit sorry. “So, is this what you usually get up to when I’m gone?”
“I’m in rut,” Eddie says, even though Steve is already well aware. Eddie’s brain is mush, though. It takes him several long moments to put together everything wrong with this picture. He shouldn’t be out here, wearing only boxers shoved down to his knees, his dick wedged in a toy between a throw pillow and the couch cushion, with Steve well aware. “Give me a minute,” he croaks out as the weight of his situation sinks in. “I’ll head back to my room. Just need a minute.”
“It’s okay,” Steve says, heading over to the kitchen to root around in the fridge. “Thinking about anything good?”
“Uh… no,” he lies. “Nothing in particular.”
Steve couldn’t have heard. No fucking way. If he had, he’d be grossed out, pissed off, or trying to flee, not pulling a beer out of the fridge. Two beers, apparently.
“You sure?”
“I don’t know. The mind just goes where it goes, uh, during… You know?”
“Sure,” Steve says, leaning back against the kitchen island now, opening his beer with the butt of a lighter. For a second, Eddie thinks it’s over, that he can breathe, but then—“It’s just—I heard my name, like, three times.”
He sets the open beer down on the counter and gets to work on the other one, tilting his head as he studies Eddie’s face. When Eddie swallows, it feels like his mouth is full of sand.
“I don’t know what you want me to say here, man,” he says weakly.
Steve tosses the second bottle cap onto the counter with a plink and approaches, bottle in hand. A small growl rumbles in the back of Eddie’s throat and he’s suddenly very aware of his inflated cock stewing in its own juices.
Still, he accepts the offered beer and tries to suppress his threatened sounds. But he keeps his eye on Steve ‘til he’s back leaning against the island.
“I wanna hear it,” Steve says, taking a sip of his beer. “The fantasy.”
“I don’t know if I’d call it a fantasy,” Eddie hedges, “exactly.” But then Steve gives him a look, and he feels compelled to defend himself. “It was actually pretty realistic, if I do say so myself. Respectful, even.”
“Uh-huh. Go on,” Steve says.
So Eddie tells him the whole pathetic affair, with the charity handjob, and the alpha on omega porn so he knows Eddie thought about what he might want, too. By the end, he’s picking at the label of his beer.
“—and you’re just, y’know, helping me out ‘cause you’re such a generous guy. That’s, uh. That’s pretty much it.”
For a few moments, Steve says nothing. The look he shoots Eddie before spacing out is pure pity, though. It’s unfortunate humiliation does nothing to deflate knots, or Eddie would be out of here in no time. He gulps down his beer, hoping to dull the feeling at least.
“To be honest, dude,” Steve says finally, “that’s way tamer than I expected. Is that all you’ve got about me? It’s not like I’m depriving you of material here. Pretty sure you’ve heard me going at it lots of times.”
It almost sounds like he wants Eddie to fantasize about him, like he’s disappointed there isn’t more. He’s teasing, obviously. Well, two can play at that game.
“What, you want me to write you something better, pretty boy?”
Stupid. Stupid rut talk.
Eddie can’t pin that on the rut, though. He’s always been stupid.
Steve grins, but doesn’t comment on the slip. “Just tell me something that actually gets you going, man. You’re bumming me out with this pity handjob crap.” Never mind that Steve saw him come to that sad little thought.
Eddie has no idea what the fuck is going on here, but he’s sure as hell not going to be the one who pussies out first. If Steve’s just messing with him, then let him shy away from the sheer weight of Eddie’s deviant yearning.
“Mm… okay, how’s this? I’m your pain in the ass roommate, always making way too much fucking noise.”
Steve snorts. “I said a fantasy, Eddie.”
“Shut up. So—you decide I gotta be punished. Or something.” Suddenly, he finds himself unable to Steve in the eye. He makes himself drink his beer to keep from tearing up the label further. “And, uh, well—you tie me up. To your bed. Or, maybe to my bed, and… whenever you’re frustrated, you come in and take it out on me. On my ass, my throat. Whatever you want. Not like I could stop you.”
Eddie looks down at his stupid dick, fiddling with the sleeve for a second to see if his knot’s shrunk any before tearing his hand away. In his restless self-consciousness, his foot jiggles uncontrollably.
“Whenever a date bails on you, or—or you can’t, uh, find anyone, you just—use me. Dump your load in me, as many times as you need to get it all out. You can force your knot in me, too. It, uh—it hurts at first, but I’m… I’m grateful. Happy to be used. You just come into my room and make me take it, and I let you because. Because that’s what I’m good for.”
After a painful beat, Steve just goes, “Huh,” and gulps down his beer.
Probably working out which friend to stay with while he petitions to change rooms. Eddie can feel Steve’s gaze on him but doesn’t dare return it. His heart is beating in his throat. It’s all a little nauseating.
And then, Steve speaks: “Well, that’s somethin’ at least, but—I don’t know, man. It’s kinda sad.” Like he really needed Steve to tell him that. He’s the one who fucking asked. “Like, you can’t imagine me fucking you without you being my second choice. It’s your fantasy, y’know?”
He wants to be cheeky, to say again he’s just being respectful, but Steve has this serious look that tells him to keep his mouth shut.
“You know what I think about?”
Steve Harrington is about to outfreak me, Eddie thinks. He can see it so vividly—Steve divulging the obvious breeding kink he develops in the presence of pretty omegas like Nancy Wheeler. He considers telling Steve that he already overheard the six nuggets speech he gave poor Nancy a few years ago. Man, was that an uncomfortable road trip.
Instead, he says, “What,” like feigned indifference might make it sting less.
Steve sets his beer on the counter top with a sigh. “Well, I guess it’s not so far off,” he says, chuckling under his breath. “I think about, you know… pinning you down. Fucking you ‘til you actually shut your mouth.”
“What?” Eddie chokes out, but Steve barrels forward like he didn’t hear him.
“Fucking you raw, over and over. You can be my little cum dump if you want it so bad, but I’m staying home with you all the time, ‘cause you’re my favorite. Not made to take me, but you’re such a slut, aren’t you, baby? Wanting it anyway. I can come in you so much that you stop being an alpha, if you want. Just an omega—my omega. No aching knot to deal with, just a pathetic little omega cock dribbling from me knotting in you all the time. And when it’s done, when there’s no alpha left in you except me, I’ll knock you up. Fill you with my pups. You’ll be such a good mom, Eddie, look so good, round and leaking.”
In its soaked sleeve, Eddie’s knot pulses painfully as he attempts to absorb all of that. Baby? Omega?
What in the everloving fuck is Steve talking about? Teasing him, still, probably—right? But who comes up with shit like that?
“So, yeah, if you want me to use you, I’ll do it,” he says, his tone oddly pensive. “But none of this backup crap, alright? You gotta know by now I’m not like that, Ed. When I’m in, I’m all in.”
The thing is, Eddie does know that. It’s just that Steve is not all-in for him. No way. No one ever has been before, so why would that start with Steve of all people, and after walking in on Eddie humping his side of the couch? No fucking way.
This is charity, or Steve running his mouth just because he can, or even—Eddie can’t help but suspect in the back of his mind—a mean joke. Steve never actually started liking him after their initial clashes over noise and messiness, and now he has the perfect opportunity to mess with him.
“Steve, c’mon,” he says hoarsely, “lay off, man. I’m in rut. I could—I could hurt you.”
“You think?” Steve snorts. “That’s funny, Eddie. Tommy H. used to hand your ass to you on a daily basis. What kind of alpha lets himself get beat up by a beta anyway?”
He kind of can’t believe Steve would bring that up, with a big smirk on his face to boot. They never talk about high school shit. Steve stopped being friends with that douchebag years ago, and Eddie isn’t the type to hold grudges, not really. He has too much daily bullshit to contend with to be hanging onto old baggage.
That doesn’t mean he welcomes the reminder that Steve just stood around while his friends made high school hell for Eddie and all the other freaks. Especially when Eddie’s already paranoid about why Steve’s hanging around right now.
“You trying to piss me off, sweetheart?” he snips, grateful at least that he didn't accidentally call him pretty this time.
“Mm”—Shrugging, Steve takes another swig of beer—“not really. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’re cute when you’re riled up”—Cute?—“but I’m just telling the truth. You’re not as strong as me, Eddie. Matter of fact, I could snap you like a twig if I wanted to.”
Eddie absolutely does not mean to moan. He’s an alpha in rut being challenged, and Steve is talking about—about bitching him, for fuck’s sake.
And—Jesus H. Christ—now he’s coming over, plopping down on the other end of the couch like Eddie’s designation is some kind of joke to him.
“You want me to break you, Ed?” he asks, his voice all low and thick.
This close, his scent is overwhelming, so much so that it’s clouding Eddie’s mind even worse than the rut and the threat Steve poses. There’s definitely something in there that makes Eddie think he’s not just being a dick, though. Some genuine intrigue or at least curiosity.
It’s just that now is really not the time for fleeting curiosity.
“Steve,” he hisses, “careful, be careful.”
And Steve—Steve fucking laughs at him. “Why? You really think you can hurt me? With your dick stuck in a fleshlight?” He rests his arm along the back of the couch, like he’s going to scoot over ‘til his arm’s practically around Eddie. And that’s exactly what he does, shifting closer and closer. “Your hands are shaking. Why are your hands shaking, dude? ‘Cause it’s just so hard to hold yourself back from hurting me?”
Out of sheer instinct, Eddie snarls and squares his shoulders. Go away. Back off. I'm big and scary, his hindbrain insists.
And yet he's not, and Steve doesn't. With an utterly shit-eating grin on his face, he pounces, forcing the issue.
He’s not wrong that Eddie's a lousy alpha. He doesn't like it, is the issue—this urge to assert himself. In high school, other alphas (and even betas, like Steve said) were stronger and faster than him, but he could get under their skin. Calling them condescending, overly familiar names like sweetheart, big boy… Steve doesn't get riled by those names, though. Used to be he'd get confused, shut down for a few moments to take it in, but he never bristled at them. Now he doesn't react at all beyond the occasional smile. It makes Eddie feel like a declawed kitten.
No pet name is going to get Steve's arm off his neck now. Eddie may not be as strong as him, but his alpha instincts want him to be, so he fights dirty—scratching, kicking, biting, screeching, his elbows and knees jerking wildly.
It’s almost a relief when Steve restrains him. He gets his arms looped under Eddie’s armpits and braces them together behind Eddie’s head, leaving Eddie’s arms hanging out to the sides, immobilized.
Eddie knows what a goddamn full Nelson is, but he has no idea if Steve learned it from wrestling or porn. That seems less pressing than figuring out what to fucking do here. Calm and frustration are duking it out in Eddie's addled mind—he’s relieved he can’t hurt anyone, but the drive to get some control back is hard-wired in him. He kicks his legs as hard as he can ‘til Steve finally lets go.
It’s too much now. The only reasonable fix is for Eddie to scurry back to his room, retreat like a coward, but before he can, Steve grabs at his thighs and sinks his teeth into the back of Eddie's neck. Amidst the blinding pain, the hint of pleasure, and Eddie’s shrieks, Steve manages to loop his arms under Eddie’s knees and brace his hands behind his head again, folding him up like a pretzel.
It’s a humiliating position, but he can feel Steve’s hard-on against his back, and he’s hit full force with this instinctual mine, mine, mine. An alpha’s supposed to want to dominate, to shove their heavy, swollen cocks into tight spaces, but it's not exactly news to Eddie that he's different from other alphas.
“Steve,” he wheezes.
He needs to be fucked like this, like he’s just a toy for Steve to use as he pleases. He'll beg if he has to.
“Look at that,” Steve says, calmly awed like he’s commenting on a well-executed sports play. His clothed cock throbs against Eddie’s bare ass cheek. “Wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Then he swivels so he can put his feet on the floor, and he stands with Eddie still in his grasp. The shift forces him to bend in two, right over Steve’s lap. It’s intoxicating, the way his cock digs into Eddie’s ass, taint, and balls as he walks him around. Embarrassing, too, but that just turns Eddie on more.
“Where are we going?” he whines.
“My room. Need lube.” At that, Eddie’s instincts kick back in. He wriggles and jerks, growling and snarling for Steve to put him down, but it’s no use. Steve doesn’t even slow down, just laughs and coos, “Your growls are so cute, baby. Like a threatened cat. You really thought you could hurt me?”
“You—” Eddie lets out an indignant huff. “I could. I still can.” Mumbles, “Don’t want to.”
“No, of course you don’t. This alpha stuff just isn’t in your nature, huh? Probably a total accident you ended up being one.”
Steve drops him face first onto his bed, and it has to be the heavy concentration of his scent in here that keeps Eddie from making a run for it. Steve’s on top of him soon enough anyway, pinning him down with his muscled legs on the backs of Eddie’s thighs, one hand clamping around the back of his neck to push his face into the mattress.
Who’s Eddie kidding? He was never going to run; he’s way too curious about what Steve will do next.
There’s just this one part of his mind that won’t shut up, the part that always anticipates getting hurt, being abandoned. It’s telling him not to hang feelings onto this thing that’s just—alpha tussling, probably.
Steve shuts it up by squirting lube directly onto his hole.
“Ah, fuck—” Eddie hisses, clenching up involuntarily at the shock.
He tilts his head to the side, ostensibly so he can breathe, but really he wants a glimpse of Steve. He’s blurry in Eddie’s peripheral vision, but he took off his shirt at some point. Eddie wishes he could see; he's always been a slut for Steve’s body hair.
“Cold?” Steve asks, running his fingers through the pooled lube to spread it all over his entrance. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll get you nice and warmed up.”
Being called baby and having his asshole touched by another person for the first time have Eddie too stunned to react, but Steve doesn’t seem to mind. He just keeps petting Eddie’s hole ‘til Eddie adjusts to the feeling; then, with a single-minded determination Eddie certainly doesn't possess, Steve pushes a finger past his rim.
Eddie breathes slowly and deliberately to keep from clamping down or jerking his hips away from the invading appendage. He doesn’t dare say a word or make any sudden movements in case it snaps Steve out of—whatever this is.
Because it’s just like the fantasy he told Steve about: he can’t stop him. Steve can do whatever he wants to him, and he’s not rough, but he is persistent, driving in ‘til his knuckles dig into the flesh of Eddie’s ass.
Once it’s fully enveloped, Steve wriggles his finger around inside him, letting out a pleased hum at Eddie’s gasping moan. He pumps the digit next, staying in deep but fucking it into him at a rapid pace ‘til Eddie lets out a pained cry.
“You’ve never been fucked, have you?” he asks, pulling his finger out to the tip.
Eddie shakes his head furiously. “N-no.”
It’s quiet for a minute, save for a small sigh Steve lets out. He can't be too disappointed. It’s not like Eddie’s his first virgin, by no means. He wasn’t exactly digging around for Steve gossip in high school, but he still heard plenty. Half the cheerleading squad is different from one’s loser roommate, though, Eddie knows that.
“Not even fingers?”
He doesn’t wait for the response before shoving it back inside, not all the way this time. Instead, he works it in and out insistently like he’s on a mission to loosen Eddie up.
Biting back a moan, Eddie shakes his head again. “But, uh—” he works out, “I have a toy. A—a vibrator.”
Steve groans. “You’re gonna have to show me some time, baby.”
“Okay. Ah—!” he cries out as more cold lube drips over his hole and Steve starts pressing in a second fingertip.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No,” Eddie moans. He's not; Eddie's just bad at figuring out how to relax for someone else, “but, nnh, keep giving me your fingers for a while.”
“Sure. Whatever you say, alpha.”
Snorting at the light taunt, Eddie spreads his legs so he can take Steve’s fingers better, and it occurs to him that Steve’s totally right not to view him as a threat. What kind of alpha submits so easily? And enjoys it?
A small part of him wants to keep fighting. If he were facing the other way, he could scratch and bite back, but Steve’s got him by the neck, has his legs pinned. He’s won already, and it feels so fucking good.
It’s just leaving him way too vulnerable, to have the hot roommate he’s infatuated with two fingers deep in his ass. He could blurt out something life-ruining at any moment. But with Steve fucking him steadily on his fingers, he can’t find it in him to care.
“Taking me so good,” Steve murmurs from somewhere above him.
In his dazed state, he replies, “Thank you.”
The spike in Steve’s scent, all spice and smoke, tells Eddie that he liked that. With a heated growl, he drapes himself over Eddie’s back, squeezes out more lube, and starts working in a third finger. Eddie can feel the pulse in his massive cock pressing against the back of his thigh.
“Breathe, breathe,” Steve says raggedly, “relax for me.”
Whimpering, he does exactly as ordered, exhaling and trying to slacken the muscles tensing in his ass.
“Need to get you ready. Need to be in you,” he mutters, nosing around in Eddie’s hair, inhaling his scent.
It’s so good that Eddie can’t think. He’s just a vessel for the sensations Steve sees fit to grant him. Sparks go off behind his eyes when Steve twists his fingers around and presses down. From that point on, there’s no holding back his sounds. Steve responds in kind, playing him like an instrument, stroking and withdrawing from that spot in turn ‘til Eddie’s legs quake.
He drags Eddie wailing and keening to the precipice and then pulls him back, focusing his attention on opening up Eddie’s hole. His rhythm is only interrupted by him wriggling his pinkie finger inside too, stretching Eddie wider than he’s ever been before. Soon enough, he’s fucking him vigorously with all four fingers, a man on a goddamn mission.
Even without touching his prostate, Steve’s turned him into a drooling mess just by playing with his hole, giving him a new type of pleasure he’s never felt before, a tingling that builds behind his balls and seems to come from deep inside. He can’t deny that the idea of Steve stretching him to his limit is also getting him going.
No matter how thick, these are just fingers. How much bigger will his cock be? His knot?
“I think you wanted me to catch you,” Steve says, his voice rough and throaty. “You needed a real knot, but you were too scared to ask. Is that it?”
Eddie doesn’t know, can’t think back that far, but as turned on as he is, the real danger of taking a knot is catching up with him. He could tear. Break.
“I can’t—I can’t, Steve,” he gasps out, his traitorous cock throbbing at the thought of it anyway. “I’m not—mm, not built for that.”
“Nah, I think you can. Just look at this needy hole,” he says, sinking his fingers in deep to flutter against Eddie’s sweet spot, “swallowing my fingers up. It needs more, doesn’t it? Your slutty little hole? Hungry cunt won’t be satisfied ‘til I feed it my knot.”
Overwhelmed, Eddie clamps down around those thick fingers, moaning wantonly as all the sensitive nerves of his virgin hole light up. Steve could break him and Eddie—Eddie would let him.
“Unh, Steve, Steve,” he pleads, brainless as long as Steve keeps touching him like that, just a hole.
“Is that a yes? You need my knot, Eddie?”
“Y-yes! Knot, Steve, please,” Eddie babbles. Anything to keep those hands on him, that pretty mouth spewing sweet filth.
Steve chuckles at him, the smug fuck. “You haven’t even taken my cock yet.”
Unfair, he’s so unfair. Eddie sobs when he slides his fingers out slowly, petting at his inner walls like a sick promise.
“So nice and open for me. Wait ‘til I’ve fucked you for real. ‘Til I’ve knotted you. You’re always going to crave it, being gaped wide open because you’re so desperate to be mine.”
“Steve…” he whines, feeling raw and exposed.
“Too mean?” Steve murmurs by his ear, his tone quiet and assessing, like he's checking for damage. “I can tone it down.”
“Not too mean,” Eddie replies, weak and warbling, “no.”
Steve wouldn’t get it. He doesn’t know it’s the fear and desire duking it out in Eddie’s mind that keep him here instead of cussing Steve out and storming off, knotted fleshlight be damned.
That Eddie trusts him implicitly as a friend, a roommate, and a reliable babysitter-chauffeur of D&D nerds, but that in this arena, Steve scares the living shit out of him. Because Eddie just wants so much from him, and doesn’t know how to refuse him anything.
“You think too much,” he says softly, dragging his nose along Eddie’s neck, a slow, teasing circle around his throbbing scent gland. “What do you need?”
“Your cock,” Eddie replies automatically. “Your knot.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Steve chuckles. “God, how'd I miss that you’re such a slut?” It’s not really true, not narrow enough, but Eddie’s hardly going to correct him. Oh, no, I’m just a slut for your cock on account of how damn bad I want you, Stevie boy. Yeah, that’d go over great. When Steve slides two fingers past his lips, he sucks them in without a second thought, loving the way it makes Steve groan, knowing he made him do that. “But I meant, like—how can I ease your mind?”
It’s fucking with his head so badly that Steve can shut his thoughts off with his skilled fingers and filthy mouth, with his sly, straightforward assurance that he knows what he’s doing. His hole’s still pulsing from the ghost of Steve’s touch. He’s sliding those fingers out of Eddie’s mouth now, too, wiping them on the bed and just waiting there, waiting for Eddie to answer.
“I like it,” he manages. “You being mean. It’s just, uh—I haven’t done this before. And you’re, like, my main friend, man. Just don’t want to wreck things.”
That’s embarrassing enough to admit, but there’s so much more he’ll never say—like that he likes Steve so much, so much more than Steve could ever like him back, that he’s letting Steve do this because he wants him so badly and because he trusts him, but only in specific contexts. Eddie doesn’t trust him enough not to hurt his feelings, because it would be so easy for Steve to do without even trying.
He’s not going to burden him with all that. Eddie’s feelings for him are too big, and Steve has no idea, nor should he have to.
It’s not like Eddie's under any illusions about them riding off into the sunset together or anything. But all the hormones and the humiliation are clouding his mind. It’s harder to keep himself from believing that maybe Steve could like him back, the way Eddie likes him.
“It won’t wreck anything. But, uh—maybe a little less mean for now. I thought it was your thing ‘cause of the fantasies. Me not caring. But that’s just all you thought you could get, huh? Or like, what you think you deserve?”
Steve rubs his hip to soothe him, and Eddie melts.
“Yeah,” he whispers.
“It’s not true. You know that, right, Eddie? You deserve good things.” At those words, there’s a tightness growing in Eddie’s chest that he doesn’t know what to do with, a hot prickling behind his eyes. Steve’s kind enough not to dwell on it. “I’m gonna lick you for a bit. ‘Cause your little virgin hole sealed up tight on me again. Fuck, look at that.” Eddie cries out when Steve bullies his thumb back inside, throbbing hotly around it. “Yeah, fuck. Lemme lick you. Then I’ll give you what you deserve.”
Even with the advanced warning, Eddie shouts when Steve wrenches his thumb free and licks a wide stripe over his entrance, wetting the whole area. Already, it’s too much stimulation, but when Eddie tries to tuck his hips forward, away from Steve’s mouth, Steve grabs a pillow and slides it under them. He’s arranging Eddie’s cock over the pillow when the fleshlight comes loose, spilling viscous cum all over the pillow and Steve’s bed.
Laughing, he tosses the toy aside and settles Eddie’s sensitive cock on top of the mess before going back to slobbering all over his hole. It’s disgusting and filthy, but Eddie’s losing himself in the lewd sounds and the wet, sticky feeling surrounding him.
“Must be feeling better now, huh?”
Before Eddie can answer, Steve jabs the tip of his tongue into him, piercing him open, then flickering back out. White sparks flash behind his eyes, and Eddie wails.
This is nothing like fingers, or Eddie's vibe. This is quite literally blowing his mind. From how quickly he gets into a good rhythm tonguefucking Eddie, it’s obvious that Steve knows what he’s doing. He wraps his arms around Eddie’s skinny thighs to keep him from jerking away from his tongue.
“Easy now,” he says, like Eddie’s a skittish horse. Not like he could bolt with Steve’s mouth flush to his entrance, tongue plunging in and out, licking and sucking at his rim hungrily.
“Ungh,” he groans, “nnh, Steve.”
“Good?” Steve presses between sharp prods. “You like that, baby?”
“Mmh, yeah… ”
Steve’s hands are all over him now, stroking up his back, down his chest, chuckling when Eddie jolts when Steve brushes past his nipples. He keeps petting downward ‘til he reaches Eddie’s cock, running his thumb around the head in a teasing circle.
“My pretty omega’s so wet for me,” he says, jerking Eddie’s cock loosely and digging back in with his tongue.
Already, Eddie’s whining and squirming, kicking his feet against the mattress in a vain attempt to stave off the inevitable. He doesn’t want to fall apart so soon, but it’s like Steve doesn’t even care that he has to think about nasty, scary shit (spiders, that time he had a gun to his chest, Jason’s onion breath whenever he would hassle Eddie after lunch) to keep from coming.
Because he starts sucking on Eddie’s fucking balls from behind, languidly pulling each one into his mouth in turn and laving them with his tongue.
Jerking Eddie more determinedly, he pulls his mouth away to ask, “What do you need, Eddie? How do I make this good for you?”
“Cock, your cock,” he grits out. “Now, Steve. Now, please?”
“You don’t wanna come on my tongue first, baby?”
God, does he. But he feels useless like this; at least with Steve inside him, he can make him feel good when he comes. Hopefully.
“N-no—”
“No, you want to be stretched more," Steve realizes. "Wet hole must feel so empty. Cock hungry whore needs to be split open to come, huh?”
Eddie could get hooked on the way he makes his nasty words sound nice. “Uh-huh,” he cries.
"Such a needy slut, Ed… my pretty, pathetic hole." The lewd sound of Steve slicking up his cock fills the room and all Eddie can do is lie there, pulsating in anticipation.
“Reach back and put it in. I’ll hold your ass open for you.”
“Mmm. Such a gentleman,” Eddie says, yelping when he gets a swat on the ass for mouthing off.
“Y’know, I really didn’t expect this ass on you, Ed.” Hooking his chin over Eddie’s shoulder, Steve squeezes the modest flesh of Eddie’s ass before wrenching his cheeks apart. “It’s cute.”
Squashed beneath him, Eddie reaches back and wraps his hand around Steve’s lubed cock, stroking it as well as he can.
“You think about my ass a lot, big boy?” he teases, a little out of breath from the exertion. And from the fact that Steve is indeed a big boy.
“Eh. I’m looking at it a good amount. I mean, c’mon, man—you’re always bending over, practically begging me to.”
Eddie huffs. “I’m just messy."
"Yeah, my messy boy,” Steve says, way too fondly for two roommates casually fucking, Eddie thinks. “You gonna put it in or not?” Yeah, that’s better.
With a sharp exhale, Eddie tugs him closer by his cock, accidentally jabbing himself in the balls before managing to line Steve up to his entrance.
“Careful, baby,” he whispers, and Eddie’s restraint snaps.
Pushing up onto his knees a little, he rocks back against the head of Steve’s cock, alarmed at how girthy he already is at the top. From the awkward handjob just now, Eddie knows he’s thickest in the middle. How’s he supposed to take all that?
“Too big,” he accuses, bouncing back against it, holding him steady at the base.
“You can take it,” Steve tells him. “God, you can.”
With that, he shoves Eddie back down into the mattress, still holding him open, and cants his hips forward ‘til the barest tip of him catches at Eddie’s rim and starts to press in. There’s resistance for a few long moments before Eddie remembers to breathe and push out against the intrusion. From there, his ass just sucks Steve in.
The head pops past his rim, and the absurdity of the situation hits him. Losing his virginity to his unattainable crush and good friend. How awkward things will be in the aftermath, how catastrophic this could be.
Doesn’t matter now. It feels too good to stop.
He parts for it far more easily than he could’ve imagined. Steve brings one of Eddie’s knees up to spread him wider, slowly driving that enormous thing into his body. Already, he can feel it in his guts, behind his bladder. It sort of makes him feel like he has to pee.
With a grunt, Steve shoves in deeper, and it feels like he hits something wrong at first, painful sparks shooting down through Eddie’s toes, but it subsides when Steve stops to check on him.
“Is that—good?” he pants out. “Doesn’t hurt, right?”
“No…” Eddie says, all hazy. “S’good. Just feels crazy. Like—like you’re reshaping my insides so you’ll always fit.”
The growl Steve lets out is possessive, pure animal. Very alpha of him, Eddie thinks deliriously. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m doing, honey. This is my hole,” he says, thrusting in and in and in. “It belongs to me now.”
“Mhm,” Eddie agrees, gnawing his lip. It should keep him from blurting out anything stupid. Alas: “I’m good, too, right?”
But Steve replies easily, “Yeah, of course you are,” because of course he’s sweet during sex. “My good girl. My good, pretty girl. God, look at you. Just can’t help being so cute taking my dick, can you, baby? Prettiest hole in the world, struggling to make it fit. And you wanna know if you’re good.” He snorts.
It is a struggle, like he’s shoving a goddamn coke can up there. Eddie sobs dryly when Steve sinks in deep, agonizingly slowly. He can't even begin to process 'pretty girl' and the buzz it sent through his body.
The four fingers seemed like overkill, but they were not. Taking the knot into account, Steve’s entire fist probably wouldn’t have been overkill. Eddie’s trying really hard not to think about the knot right now.
The cock in his ass is more than enough, especially when finally, finally, Steve slides home, his balls smothering Eddie’s as he gets settled.
“There we go,” he murmurs, gasping when he swivels his hips minutely and Eddie involuntarily clenches up around him.
"Sorry," Eddie whispers, trying to tamp down his squirming.
Air whooshes out of Steve's mouth and he presses Eddie's hips down further into the bed.
“I’ll just, hah—Lemme give you a minute to adjust,” he grinds out, holding himself perfectly still, breathing very deliberately. Trying not to lose it immediately, Eddie realizes. This more than any scent he's given off or the perpetual hard-on fills Eddie with a surge of confidence.
Steve's so cute like this—worked up and lying about it. Though he's hopelessly endeared, it also brings out the little tease in Eddie, finally getting its second wind.
“My tight ass gonna make you come too soon, Harrington?” He squeezes around Steve a few times in quick succession, delighting in the strangled sound it pulls out of him.
“Jesus, dude, don’t Harrington me,” he groans. “I’m balls deep in your ass right now.”
“Sorry, Stevie,” Eddie singsongs. “Is it, though?”
“Fuck, you’re a menace, you know that? You go, like, non-verbal when I’m giving you my fingers and tongue and now you’re running your mouth. It’s like you want me to wreck you.”
“Is that what you’re gonna do, big boy? ‘Cause it feels like you’re about to blow your load.”
Steve huffs air out of his nose; it’s warm against Eddie’s neck.
“Y’know," he says gently, right by Eddie's ear, "I like that you’re such a brat. Always biting off more than you can chew.”
The sweetness is throwing Eddie, honestly. He's trying to goad Steve into taking it out on his ass here. “You’re the one threatening to wreck me. All talk, so far.”
“I don’t need to fuck your ass to wreck an omega slut like you,” Steve tells him, still overly saccharine, nosing at the gland below his ear.
Eddie’s about to throw back that he can’t, actually, when Steve shoves his hands under Eddie’s chest to grab his nipples. Damn things are so hypersensitive that all he can do is yelp and moan and squirm on the thick cock in his ass as Steve tugs and twists on them.
“These sensitive little tits of yours,” Steve murmurs, “how big do you think they’ll get when they swell with our pups' milk? I’m thinking at least a mouthful. Maybe I can help stretch ‘em out, suck on ‘em every day ‘til your nipples are big and puffy."
Eddie wants to snap that he's crazy, confused, but he can't talk, not when Steve starts dragging the pads of his fingers in slow circles over the sharp peaks of his nipples. He's just a pathetic, boneless heap of weak flesh and defective alpha hormones, moaning for things he can't have.
Then Steve says, "Gonna have to see another time if you can come from these alone," and the promise of another time breaks Eddie.
"Please," he cries, jerking his hips back and forth. He can't quite fuck himself on Steve's cock, but he can make his wishes known, writhing around and begging to be broken.
"I'm sorry, baby," Steve says, the least sorry man on earth giving Eddie's overstimulated nipples one last tweak before bracing his palms on the bed on either side of Eddie's shoulders. "Lemme give you what you need. Wasn't nice to keep you waiting, huh?"
When Steve draws his hips back, Eddie feels like he's going to die, letting out a whiny, "Nooooo," but then he slams in again, and Eddie's so full he can't think. It goes on like that—Eddie whimpering when Steve wrenches himself out, and moaning like a whore when he shoves back inside.
Steve's cock is so good at driving out any stray thought threatening to form. Eddie's not even embarrassed of his caterwauling moans or the wet squelching sound his ass makes as Steve plunges in and out. No room for embarrassment—Steve's hollowed out that part of him to make room for his ridiculous fucking dick.
“Yeah, that’s right," he growls. "Take it, like the good little slut you are.”
“Just for you,” Eddie gasps out, muscles fluttering around Steve at the prospect of belonging to him. "Just yours."
"Yeah? Not gonna whore yourself out to anyone else?" Like he isn't ruining Eddie for anyone else at this very moment.
Eddie shakes his head unsteadily. “Only you.”
Steve wraps himself around Eddie at that, clingy like an octopus, one arm around Eddie's neck and the other around his waist. He can't move with Steve's weight bearing down on him like this, and it cuts Steve's range of motion too, his thrusts becoming more like semi-circles, grinding hip swivels, Steve curving his hips down and around to feed his cock to Eddie's needy hole.
"Fuck, you take me so well. So beautiful getting fucked open."
"Please," Eddie chokes out, because he doesn't have enough breath to say thank you.
"Yeah," Steve says, voice low and breathy, "my pretty girl asks so nicely."
The pace grows frenetic, like everything that came before was just the warmup and this is the main event. Steve's balls slap against his with every thrust. Eddie tilts his hips up and back, loving the feeling of Steve pounding into him so deeply, wanting it even deeper.
With a growl, Steve lets his hand wander down Eddie's abdomen, pressing down right below his belly button. It triggers that weird bladder pressure feeling again.
“Oh, honey," he says, interlacing his fingers with Eddie's so he can press his hand over that spot too. "Honey, you’re so small, I’m poking through. Can you feel that?”
He hits him with a particularly hard thrust, and Eddie can feel it, from both sides.
“What the fuck—Steve,” he whines. “Feels like I’m gonna piss myself.”
“That's okay if you do. It’s hot. How much you can’t handle this." He pushes himself up off of Eddie's back, sitting up so he can hoist Eddie up by the hips and start pummeling his hole like he's got something to prove, leaving Eddie gasping for air, scrabbling for purchase in the bedding. “How are you gonna take my knot, baby?”
“Won’t,” he chokes out. “Can’t.”
“I think you’ll want it. I think you’ll beg me for it.”
“No,” Eddie whines. "Steve—you won't force it. Right? I'm–I can't—"
“No, no," he insists. "Wouldn't do that to you, baby." For a moment, Eddie's even relieved. "No, you're gonna beg me for it, and I'm gonna give it to you."
Spitting mad, he snarls, "Steve—" but Steve presses him down hard by his waist, sending his cock careening into Eddie's prostate on every brutal thrust.
He's never felt anything like this before, his whole body trembling uncontrollably as he reaches the point of no return. There's no stopping it now, not with the delectable friction in his hole and on his cock, with Steve groaning, "Fuuuuck, that's a good hole," still pressing Eddie down with his thumbs but letting his fingers clutch at Eddie's front where his cock is still poking through.
"Yours," he cries, already spasming around the fat cock wrecking his ass, but he doesn't let go 'til Steve snarls back, 'Mine,' and he's just gone.
Steve fucks him through it, hips snapping without mercy even as Eddie clamps down prohibitively hard around him, writhing uncontrollably beneath him. He's still talking too, but Eddie's underwater again, sightless and unhearing as hot bliss courses through his veins.
It goes on forever, or seems like it would, except he starts to feel more pain and pressure at the base of his spine.
"—sweet hole just wants to know it's good, that I'll keep using it," Steve is muttering as he rocks in and out persistently. "Don't worry, baby—I take care of my things."
Even spent and limp, Eddie likes that. Hearing that he's Steve's, that he's good, that Steve'll take care of him. It's just sex talk; it doesn't mean anything. But it's nice.
The worsening pain is sobering him up quickly, though. He might have a tear. Reaching down, Eddie wraps his hand around the cock plunging in and out of him, letting it slide through his hand. Above him, Steve grunts but doesn't slow. Right away, Eddie feels the problem.
"Ss–stop!" he cries out, grabbing Steve at the expanding base of his cock and squeezing tight.
Steve groans. "You don't want it inside?"
"Not—not yet," Eddie pleads, shoving at Steve's hairy stomach. He's too limp to push him away, but Steve's losing his relentless pace anyway.
"Yeah, fuck," he says, voice thick with arousal. "Knot you next time. My fat knot plugging you up'll keep you full all rut. Wanna see your little tummy swell with cum."
Eddie's cock stirs at those filthy words, even firming up a little again when Steve finally spills inside him. His moans are just gorgeous, and he listened, and oddly, Eddie feels safe.
Odd because, really, it could've turned out way worse. They're both so out of it. Cock-dumb and hole-dumber—that's them, Eddie thinks with a snort.
Steve comes to much faster. "Fuck," he mutters. "Uh. You okay there, Ed?"
A hysterical thing to ask, in Eddie's opinion. He breaks out into a fit of giggles. He's full of Steve's cum and Steve's still hard inside his ass, somehow, talking to him like he expects Eddie to bear his 'six nuggets' sometime in the near future. Is he okay. Steve should be a comedian, honestly.
"Uh, yeah…" Steve seems perplexed at this reaction, which naturally only makes Eddie laugh harder. "So, uh," Steve says sheepishly, "I think you may have triggered my rut."
That snaps Eddie right out of it. "What!? That's not funny, man."
"I'm not joking," Steve grumbles. "I don't pop knots out of rut. And I definitely wouldn't have wrestled you or called you, like, a girl and an omega and stuff without your permission if I wasn't in rut. Sorry about that."
Huh. Well, that explains his heretofore inexplicable wanting to have sex with Eddie. Steve was just slotting him into the role of whatever omega set off his rut earlier. Eddie will never be her and he doesn't want to try, doesn't want Steve to think he would.
“You wouldn't bitch me either, right?"
“No way,” Steve replies, so vehement about it that Eddie stupidly feels bad. “I don’t think it’s even possible in such a short time.”
“Oh,” Eddie says.
“Yeah. Anyway, I'd never do that without, like, a dozen serious conversations about it. It’s your body, dude.”
It's ridiculous that Eddie's so relieved that it's hypothetically still on the table, that future sex is on the table at all, but he is.
“Yours now," he purrs. "This slutty hole belongs to you, remember?”
“Fuck," Steve hisses, "don’t talk like that, man. I don’t wanna shove this into you.”
Eddie snorts. “Yes, you do.”
“Yeah, I do, but I won’t. Shit. You could take it, though. God. You'd take it if I asked nice enough, huh?”
Of course he would. Of course Eddie fucking would, self-destructive idiot that he is.
“Mhm," he hums, burying his face into the soft blue comforter.
He'd rip his heart out if Steve asked him to, and that's pretty goddamn pathetic when he thinks about it, because Steve doesn't want that from him. Eddie would rather not think about it.
“Hey, c’mon,” Steve prods, running his fingers through Eddie's hair to lift his face up off the bed. “Don’t pull away. You think I haven't noticed you doing that? I've got a pretty good nose. You keep getting sad and shit."
Eddie lets out a half-hearted laugh. “Just another alpha thing you’re beating my ass at.”
"Man, whatever. That's just—That stuff is bullshit, okay? It really is."
"Mm," Eddie murmurs noncommittally.
"Okay, fine. You asked for this." Pulling out of Eddie's ass, Steve manhandles him onto his back.
Eddie's too focused on the way Steve's big hands felt wrapped around his waist and the vaguely gross sensation of cum leaking out of his ass to think about what the guy's up to. He's taken off guard, then, when Steve pushes up under his knees and slides back inside, burying himself right up to the knot.
Eddie groans, but opens up for it easily. When that big knot nudges against his tender entrance, though, his fear manifests as anger. Steve's earnest brown eyes searching his face make him feel boxed in.
"Thought you weren't gonna force it in," he hisses.
"M'not. We're gonna talk 'til it goes down. Then I'm gonna fuck you again. If you were serious about letting me knot you. I need—one good knot and then I can take care of myself, but, uh—"
"Yeah, you can still knot me."
Instantly, Steve's hips jerk forward, ramming his knot harder against Eddie's sore rim.
"God—sorry, sorry."
"What the fuck, Steve," Eddie hisses. He braces his hands against Steve's hips, ready to shove if he does it again.
"Sorry. I just—I really wanna knot in you. But I won't. I won't."
"You need some pressure on it if you want it to go down anytime soon," Eddie points out. He can actually see the vein that runs over it throbbing.
With a raspy breath, Steve shakes his head. "I'll be fine. It'll… it'll go down eventually."
"Alright, well, I'm already sitting in, like, three liters of my own fluids here, man. So lemme help you out."
Reaching down, Eddie wraps both hands around that knot, hot and pulsating, pulling a groan out of Steve as he tries out different amounts of pressure.
"Is that better?" he asks once he's gotten Steve in a grip he can maintain for a while.
"Nnh… yeah," Steve replies with this big, dumb grin on his face. "Thanks, Eddie."
"You're all dopey like this," Eddie says.
He doesn't add it's so cute that he's actually mad now, knowing other people get to see Steve this way, because only Eddie should get to. Because that would be crazy.
"Why the hell are you in rut anyway?" he asks instead. "Isn't yours in, like"—Eddie counts off his fingers, pretending he has to think about it—"a few weeks?"
"Well, someone was humping my side of the couch, moaning my name when I got home. So, y'know—" Steve shrugs. "Rut."
"Yeah, real funny, Harrington. Laugh it up. Only a heat'll trigger a rut. Or, like, a fight over an omega."
"Uh-huh." Steve gives him a pointed look, and Eddie's heart sinks.
"Well, good for her," he mumbles.
It shouldn't hurt. Eddie knows what Steve likes. He accommodated those preferences so respectfully at the beginning of the evening, however long ago that was now.
"I don't know," Steve says. "He might be kind of an idiot, and I definitely am, so, like." He shrugs again. "I guess we'll see."
"He," Eddie repeats.
He had had no idea Steve even considered male omegas an option. Somehow that's worse. That hot prickle behind his eyes is back, but it's itchy and irritating now; Eddie tilts his head to the side to glare at the off-white stucco wall.
"Eddie…" Steve says, hiding his laughter badly. Eddie snaps his head back to glare at him even harder. "C'mon. You triggered my rut. You register as an omega to my nose. And, like, the part of me that's a dumb fuckin' animal."
"That's stupid," Eddie hisses.
"Yeah, well. Welcome to my world. Animal brain's been howling for you since first semester of last year." Last year, when they first started living together, and Eddie was mortified to find he was into Steve while Steve was always up his ass about leaving piles of clothes and dishes around.
"You think this is funny or something, man?" Eddie asks, hating how close he sounds to tears. "Messing with me? I thought we were, like—" He sniffles. "I thought we were friends."
Jesus, it makes him feel like a kid, saying it out loud.
Steve frowns down at him. "How am I messing with you? I can't help it. Like, sorry. I guess I shouldn't have asked to live together again without telling you, but I just—I like being around you so much. Even if you don't feel the same."
"Steve, you're being… This is cruel."
Steve reaches up to rub at his eye, like his head hurts. He's a better actor than Eddie would've expected, he'll give him that. Even his scent is going a bit sour—probably annoyed Eddie's not falling for it.
"Can you, uh, explain? How I'm being… cruel?"
"Because, dickwad." He can't look Steve in the eye for this. Instead, he stares at where they're joined, where his wrists are starting to ache from holding Steve's knot firm in his grasp. "I like you. I like like you, like a goddamn middle schooler. And you're—You've always got a new omega. My nose might be dogshit but even I can smell that much, and I'm an alpha, and you don't like me. You're just being a prick for some reason. I thought we were cool, man."
"First of all, I was only ever that much of an ass because you confused the hell out of me, alright?" Steve says, grabbing Eddie's chin to make Eddie look at him. He's got those big, sincere eyes and it just pisses Eddie off that he'd deploy them for this.
He smacks Steve's hand away. "Yeah, sure. Fucking hilarious, dude, seriously."
"Can you shut up for a second and hear me out?"
Eddie rolls his eyes, but he keeps his mouth shut. In his tired, sweaty hands, Steve's knot is starting to go down. Sweet freedom, here he comes.
"I try to stay out of your way. Like, from your scent, I thought you were into me at first. But then I figured, I don't know… must just be a horny guy, or he doesn't wanna act on it. I'm not gonna be pushy." He pauses and then grimaces apologetically. "Out of rut, I mean. I'm just glad we can still hang out and be friends. I hope we still can, anyway. Also, it's not like I'm celibate or anything, but you're probably smelling Robin's girls on me since I'm over there all the time. She's, you know… What's that old people saying? Sowing her wild oats? Yeah."
"But Robin's an omega."
"Yeah?" Steve snorts. "An omega who's into other omegas. No way you're gonna be weird about that." He gestures between them, where Steve's still lodged inside his ass.
"Steve," Eddie grinds out.
In his hands, the knot is almost fully deflated, but Steve's still hard. He's hard, and in rut, and saying things that are too good to be true. But if there's even a chance he's not just being a massive prick (and on some level, Eddie already knows Steve's not like that, that Eddie's just scared to have something this good because there's no way he won't fuck it up), Eddie's just hormonal enough to follow through.
"If you're serious. Then… then, prove it. Show me you mean it."
"What?"
Taking in the bewildered look in his eyes one last time, Eddie shoves Steve onto his back and swings his leg over so he's straddling him, facing his feet. His hairy feet and legs, thick with muscle. God. Steve is worth potentially making an ass of himself over, Eddie decides.
"You mean—?"
"Yeah. Fucking prove it, big boy," Eddie demands.
Gripping Steve at the base, he hovers over him and lowers himself down 'til he's taken him in past that first ring of tender muscle. He's grateful that Steve came so much because he's too amped up to stop for lube.
It's a wet, messy slide, and his battered hole stings from the stretch of accommodating Steve's unyielding cock again, so deliciously thick in the middle. As he sinks down into Steve's lap, they both moan.
Beneath him, Steve is holding himself very still, breathing heavily. Eddie bounces himself up and down a few times, pushing through the burn in his inner thighs because it makes Steve grunt, and he knows Steve's holding himself back from thrusting up into him.
Even with Eddie steering the ship, Steve hits so much deeper in this position, but Eddie has a different position in mind, one where Steve can thrust all he likes. He's like Eddie, Eddie thinks, where the first knot receding takes some of the aggressive alpha out of the rut for a little bit. Except he said he needed one more. Did he say that just because he wanted to knot Eddie specifically?
With Steve still buried to the hilt inside him, he leans back, whimpering at the way it shifts Steve's cock inside him. Tentatively, Steve brings his hands up to his hips.
"Yeah, hold me there," Eddie instructs. "Fuck up into me. Fuck it like it's yours." Make me believe.
"It is mine," Steve hisses, and he hoists Eddie up by the hips. Then he slams his pelvis against Eddie's ass before lowering back down. And he keeps going just like that, holding Eddie firmly in place and fucking up into him from below. "Who else is fucking you like this?"
"Ah, nobody," Eddie whimpers. "Nobody—I won't let them."
"Even when you're an omega and I have to fight all the other alphas off with a stick?"
"Mhm," Eddie murmurs softly. It's a nice image, but it's not real. Even if he let Steve bitch him, it's not like that'd make him stick around, or that there would suddenly be crazy demand for a sort of tall loser dude omega who doesn't know the first thing about being an omega.
He forgot that Steve can tell when he's getting in his head about something. "You being an omega," he starts, "it's just… it's talk. Like, if you wanted that—well, yeah, absolutely." He cannot hide the excited throb in his dick at the thought of bitching Eddie. "But I like you."
"Steve," he says, voice breathy and needy. "I believe you"—and amazingly, he did, somehow—"but finish showing me. Hold me like you did on the couch. Fuck me like that. The full Nelson. Fold me up and use me. I'm yours, so… use me, Steve, please."
"Oh, fuck," Steve groans.
He's so good, really, such a good boy, looping his arms under Eddie's knees and bracing his hands behind Eddie's neck to fold him right away like he asked, and maybe Eddie tells him that, but he can't tell if he's forming words.
It's even better than when they did it prone, Steve's balls ricocheting off his balls and ass as he fucks up into him, deep, pounding thrusts that turn Eddie's brain to mush.
He has no idea how much time passes before he hears, "Fuck, Eddie, I'm sorry—I'm not gonna last. Shit, you just feel too good."
Barely cogent, he tries replying, "S'okay. Me too. Come in me, knot me. Wanna come on your knot," and Steve definitely hears 'come in me', or else he really couldn't hold it, because he's groaning and shoving himself inside as deep as he can go, spraying Eddie's guts profusely with his hot cum.
"Love your cum, want it in me all the time," Eddie babbles, slurring, "love your cock. Knot, want your knot."
"Yeah, yeah," Steve pants out, slamming up into Eddie over and over until it gets too difficult to pull out very far. "Shit, don’t move. Don’t want it catching on your rim. Inside, just inside."
"Hold me down," Eddie pleads. "Hold me down on it."
Steve lets out a strangled moan and holds Eddie down on his cock hard, folding him over on himself. With his neck straining, Eddie knows he's going to be sore everywhere tomorrow. He also knows, after only two fucks, that he's such a slut for Steve's cock—for the knot rapidly expanding just inside his ass—that he'll probably love the reminder of what they did.
As it grows, a feeling of staggering fullness overwhelms him; Eddie's vision starts to white out around the edges. He sobs dryly, knowing he could make himself come just by shifting his hips a little, but not wanting this feeling to go away. What if he never gets to experience it again?
But, like he can read Eddie's mind, Steve starts moving his hips in these tiny circles, moaning at however that must feel on his knot.
"One day, I'm gonna fuck you on this knot. You'll be so beautiful, my beautiful hole, all stretched out because I loved it enough to make it gape."
"Fuck—" Eddie chokes out.
"Let me love you right," Steve adds, pumping his so that his knot pushes
"Shit. We gotta get water when this thing goes down. Also, I gotta get you a collar soon. Probably gave myself TMJ from clenching my jaw, trying not to bite your mating gland."
"Seriously?" Eddie asks, quivering around Steve's knot at the thought of wearing a collar Steve got for him.
"Yeah," Steve replies, bringing a hand up to rub at his jaw. "I mean, I probably don't have TMJ, but I was clenching really hard."
"No, I meant—you wanna keep doing this?" Eddie asks meekly. "With me?"
"Who else? I kinda figured we'd be boyfriends now. Aren't we boyfriends now?"
He says it so earnestly that Eddie can't help but laugh, and wrench his head around to plant an uncoordinated, sloppy kiss on Steve's cheek.
"I think you gotta ask a man first, Stevie."
"Oh, Stevie, is it? I like that a hell of a lot more than Harrington. Alright, baby. You wanna be my boyfriend?"
"I don't know," Eddie demurs. "You should probably take me on a date first. I don't want you thinking I'm easy."
"No, 'course not. That would be… eugh. You know how I feel about slutty little holes that are just for me."
He's so stupid. They both are. Eddie can't stop giggling; he has to curve his hand around the back of Steve's head and pull him forward so their lips can just barely touch. Steve makes him gasp and his belly swoop when he nips at Eddie's lower lip before pulling away.
"I've got an idea," he says. "I can't take you out for a few days, but the second this thing goes down, I order us something to eat. I don't know, I'm thinking soup. That way, even if we both get TMJ from knotting each other's mouths and not biting each other, we won't starve. We shower; you pick out one of your terrible horror movies, and I'm cool with it because I know you'll be soooo scared, and I can put my arm around you all smooth like. Sound good, baby?"
"Sure, sweetheart," Eddie says, grinning so big his cheeks will probably be sore tomorrow, too. "Sounds like a plan."
As Steve wraps his arms around him and presses warming kisses to his shoulders, Eddie thinks about this and other plans, collars and public outings, and boyfriends you can't help but believe.