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Thief
Eddie carefully moved to the back of the big ass house in Hawkins richest neighbourhood. Lock Nora was a pretentious place, full of stupid rich people, with stupid rich values, and stupid petty displays of wealth. Eddie hated it, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
With Wayne barely paying the bills and his sales dropping from his murder accusations, Eddie had decided stealing from the rich was the way to go. Not like these rich fucks couldn't afford it anyway, not like he was hurting anyone who couldn't recovery from it. He was like Robin Hood basically, only he was the poor one trying to catch a break.
Anyway, back to the task at hand, he slowly and quietly moved to the back of the house he was planning on liberating a few things from. Nothing big, just some jewellery if he could find it, silverware, maybe some records if he could find some good ones. According to everyone, the family that lived here was never around, always travelling and only returning for a few days every few months. The son stayed behind most of the time but that guy was usually either out partying with his shithead buddies or acting as a bed warmer for a night. He should be good to get in, get out, and continue with his life with no one none the wiser.
Reaching the back door he went to test the lock only to find it open. Goddamn rich people never thinking bad shit could happen to him. Whatever, saved him some time. Pushing open the door, he stepped in quietly, listening closely for any sounds to suggest someone could be home. Only silence met him, so he stepped the rest of the way inside and started rummaging around in the kitchen looking for the silverware. It'd be the easiest to find and if it looked good quality he could just grab it and avoid going further into the house. He was so focused on his task that he failed to hear the footsteps behind him.
All of a sudden he was grabbed from behind and forced to spin around before being slammed into the counter, his lower back throbbing painfully from the roughness of the action. Before he could even register what was happening, a baseball bat with nails driven through the top, was slamming down right beside him.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here" said a brunette man with some frankly, amazing hair.
Eddie gaped at him, it was the son, but!
"You're supposed to be out!" Eddie said, almost offended that his carefully planned robbery was being spoiled by a spoiled rich kid.
Said rich kid just chuckled darkly at him
"Yeah, I was supposed to be, but plans change. And boy, gotta say, I'm glad they did"
The way he looked at Eddie, scanning him from top to bottom with a heated gaze did not reassure Eddie in the slightest and he could feel panic starting to well up.
"The fuck does that mean?"
"It means my evening plans just changed. So here's how it's gonna go. You're gonna do what I say, with no questions. Otherwise I'm gonna call the cops, and I'm guessing you don't want that yeah?" Said the man, idily talking his bat against the countertop, "And if you try to run or resist, then I'm gonna put this bat to good use"
Spoiled rich kid then brought up the goddamn nail studded bat to rest just underneath Eddie's chin. What the fuck did he even have something like this lying around???
"What the fuck is even wrong with you?!" Eddie cried out, trying to subtly move away from the bat. But rich kid just used his spare hand to grab Eddie by the hair and hold him still.
"What's wrong with me?" He asked, laughing, "You're the one I caught breaking into my house. And by the sounds of things you may have even been watching, since you knew I was supposed to be out. But I caught you little thief, and now you get to suffer the consequences. So either you do what I say, or you can deal with the cops. Up to you." And with that he stepped away, bringing the bat to rest against his shoulder and letting Eddie get his first good look at him.
He was Eddie's height, handsome, and he was shirtless with only a pair of sweatpants on. No doubt getting ready for bed with the late hour. Or maybe that's just how he hung around his house when no one was home. He didn't know this guy's life despite what he implied. He didn't stalk, he just heard shit through the grapevine.
"What the fuck would you even want with me?" Eddie hissed out, feeling cornered both metaphorically and physically.
At that, bat boy just smirked, he brought a hand up and snapped his fingers, pointing to the floor.
"Kneel" he whispered
"Excuse me!" Eddie yelled incredulously.
"You heard me," bastard was still smirking, "Either you can kneel, or stay here while I call the cops."
Growling under his breath Eddie considered his options. He was already on thin ice with the cops, having been busted more than once for selling, or even just from people calling the cops on him just for existing seemingly. Not to mention his uncle, if he had to explain to Wayne why, exactly, he got hauled in this time it would break his heart. His uncle tried so hard to take care of him, he would see this as a failure on his part and Eddie didn't want to do that to him. So there was little choice he had, but to get on the floor at this rich asshole's feet, glaring up at him defiantly.
Asshole just hummed under his breath, bringing down the bat to his side and stepping closer.
"Now suck me off."
Eddie’s brain stalled.
"What?"
"You heard me. You interrupted my night, just cause I couldn't go fuck my lastest date doesn't mean I wasn't gonna get off" rich asshole gestured to his crotch which for the first time Eddie noticed was tented with an erection.
"No, no, I'm not doing that. Call the fucking cops instead" Eddie tried to get to his feet, but Richy rich grabbed his shoulders and forced him back down to the ground.
"Nope, you're not leaving here till I'm satisfied. You choose to kneel, like you choose to break in, now deal with the consequences."
"Fuck off, I said no! Let me up, call the cops for all I care" Eddie was thrashing now, trying to get up but this guy was strong, stronger than him that was for sure.
With one hand he kept Eddie down, and with the other he hefted his spiked bat and brought it down right beside his thigh. Freezing in place Eddie could only stare at the bat before bringing his eyes back up to the man he was now convinced was a psychopath.
"And like I said, you made your choice already. Now you're mine for the night and I don't care what you want. Now either you can get to work, or I'll put this bat to work. It's already seen some use" and he tilted the bat to show Eddie some old stains along the top of it.
"You're fucking insane" said Eddie with horror.
The guy just shrugged, and once again gestured to his crotch, this time using the bat. The look in his eyes told Eddie he meant business, so with a pain in his stomach and nausea building in the back of his throat, he stopped fighting and reached forward to grip the sweatpants at the hip and slowly bring them down.
The cock that was revealed was already hard, curving up towards his stomach, pre-cum beading at the tip. It was a beautiful cock, thick and long, foreskin pulled back to show off the smooth head. It's the kind of cock Eddie would've happily gotten on his knees for in any other situation.
But this, here, was not a situation he wanted to be in. So willing back tears Eddie leaned forward and lick a stripe from the base to the top. The man above him moaned, moving his free hand from his shoulder to bury it into his hair.
"Good boy" he whispered hotly
As much as it shamed it, the words went straight to Eddie's core. He could feel himself getting wet and he mentally scolded himself. This was not hot! This was humiliating and degrading and-
The hand in his hair suddenly tightened and during his gasp of surprise, his open mouth was then stuffed with rich boys entire cock. He gagged with how full his mouth was, cock hitting the back of his throat, he tried to pull back with hands on bat boys thighs, tapping him rapidly three times, but was held there for a few seconds before the hand loosened and let him pull off, breathing heavily.
"Sorry about that, but you went somewhere there, barely even licking me, so I decided to help you focus." looking up at rich kid, he was smirking again, not looking at all sorry for choking Eddie on his dick.
"Oh fuck off asshole"
Chuckling, rich boy pulled him back towards his cock, "My name is Steve, I suggest you remember that."
Before Eddie could ask what that was supposed to mean, rich ki-Steve, was stuffing his mouth again. He didn't go as deep this time, letting Eddie breathe, but he was also relentless. The hand in his hair controlled the pace, keeping him bobbing steadily up and down, basically using him like a fleshlight as he chased his own pleasure. Grunts and moans escaped Steve's mouth as his head tilted back to enjoy Eddie's mouth, hips starting to thrust forward in counterpoint to the way he pulled Eddie's head into him, pumping his cock in and out. It didn't even seem to matter that Eddie couldn't use his tongue, or was barely even sucking, it seemed like Steve was getting there as his moans were coming out louder and his movements were speeding up.
With one last long moan, Steve pulled his head forward and once again shoved his cock into the back of his throat. Eddie gagged immediately, once again trying to pull back as his mouth was flooded with warm salty cum, but this time Steve held him. Looking up he saw that Steve was looking at him, smiling lightly around his panting.
He shook Eddie's head lightly, holding him down against his pelvis, "Swallow" he whispered, voice a bit rough from his moaning.
Eddie shook his head as best he could, trying to pull back, breathing heavily through his nose to control his gag reflex, tapping him again three times on the thigh, trying to pull off of him.
"Well then get comfortable sweetheart, cause you're not getting up till you swallow.”
Eddie glared up at him and forced his body to relax, basically telling Steve that he was prepared to sit here without swallowing, for as long as it would take.
Steve just sighed, like Eddie was the one being difficult. "Alright then, but don't say I didn't give you a chance." Before Eddie could think about that, Steve dropped the bat and reached down with his now free hand to pinch Eddie's nose shut.
No longer relaxed, he sputtered and instinctively started swallowing in his panicked state. Some of it escaped down his chin, but soon, he must have swallowed enough to Steve's satisfaction as he was finally released and allowed to pull back, gasping for breath. As he sat there, catching his breath, Steve came down to kneel in front of him, grabbing his face and licking his chin. With a jolt Eddie realised that Steve was cleaning the spilt cum off his chin.
Still holding him still, Steve then leaned in and kissed his mouth. Eddie tried to keep his mouth closed, rebellious even though he just got forcefully face fucked, but Steve just adjusted his grip on his face, squeezing the hinge of his jaw and forcing his mouth opening, tongue slipping into his mouth to lick around. Pulling back to look at him, Steve smiled cockily and licked his lips.
Fuck this guy for being so goddamn attractive! Eddie thought to himself, still feeling heat in his core, both at having been used, and from the fact that Steve cleaned him up with his tongue.
Coughing lightly, Eddie then said, "Okay asshole, you got your rocks off. We're done here so I'm going home to drink this memory away".
Getting to his feet, Steve rising with him, Eddie made towards the back door he entered from, willing his mouth free of Steve's spit. But as he rounded the dining table he felt Steve grab his forearm, and pull. Using the momentum from Eddie walking forward, Steve pushed Eddie onto the table, forcing him to sit and bullying his way between his thighs.
"Did I say we were done baby?" Steve pushed into his space, face inches away from him, and his hands shot down unbuttoning and unzipping Eddie's pants before he even knew what was happening.
Panic shot through him, and Eddie grabbed Steve's hands before they could pull his pants down.
"Steve, no! We're done! I blew you and now I get to leave, that was the deal!"
"I believe the deal was that you'd be mine all night. Or did you forget that part? And besides, I'm a gentleman, you haven't gotten off yet and I plan to fix that." Steve said mockingly, hand once again holding that damn bat and bringing it to rest lightly on the table.
"No, no you don't understand.." hands going slack in shock Steve quickly took advantage and managed to pull his pants and boxers down to mid thigh.
Now exposed, Eddie's biggest secret was now revealed. Steve's face also went slack in shock as he took in Eddie's wet folds, hair damp with his slick, and slightly open with arousal.
The silence was heavy, and Eddie curled into himself slightly. He wasn't ashamed per say, but he was a virgin for a reason. He only ever blew or jacked off guys, never letting them reciprocate. He usually just got himself off to the memory of his encounters, not trusting anyone to see him, to know him, and either not hurt him, or to not immediately start spreading the word that Eddie Munson was an even bigger freak then anyone suspected.
He was pulled out of his musing as he felt fingers start rubbing along his lower lips, spreading the slickness around.
"Oh fuck yes," Steve whispered, "I've haven't had a guy yet so I was worried I would know what to do. But you have parts I am intimately familiar with." Raising his head Steve shot him a shit eating grin.
"Get the fuck away from me man," Eddie exploded, trying, and failing to shove Steve away from him. "I'm not a damn girl for you to fuck, I'm not a girl!" Tears springing to his eyes Eddie sucked his head trying to hide from Steve's gaze.
But once again, a hand in his hair forced his gaze up to meet Steve's eyes. He was gonna need some goddamn Tylenol at this rate with the headache that would no doubt form later.
Eyes hard Steve spoke, "If you don't want me to treat you like a damn girl then don't act like one," he hissed, "I said I was excited cause I haven't had a guy before, but your little situation here means I don't have to worry. I'm fucking my first guy and it's gonna be perfect because I'm an expert with these parts." with that, Steve dropped to his knees and finished pulling off Eddie's pants, wrapping his arms around Eddie's thighs and pulling him to the edge of the table, bat now laying beside him on the floor.
"No, Steve no, I don't care if you're an expert, I don't want you touching me there!"
"Too bad" and with that Steve sucked his head and licked a long stripe from his hole to his cock, sucking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around his clit.
Crying out, Eddie's hands grabbed Steve's hair, clenching his hands and unsure whether he wanted to pull Steve closer or push him away. In the end all he could do was hang on as Steve ate him out like he was his last meal.
Steve was relentless, tonguing into his entrance to lap up his slick that was leaking out of him like never before. Steve would then gather slick on his tongue and run it up his core until he reached his cock. He tongued all around it, then there was a hand on him, pulling back the hood of his clit so the tip of Steve's tongue could really get to work. But then he felt fingers at his front hole, and the panic was back.
"No, no, stop, don't you dare put anything in me!" Using his grip on Steve's hair, he gave him three quick smacks on the top of his head.
Pulling off his clit, Steve took a deep breath and smiled meanly up at him.
"Shut the fuck up" he said against his core, and with that he pushed one finger into him.
Eddie was crying now, feeling violated beyond belief, but at the same time feeling pleasure beyond belief. Even when he touched himself he often couldn't get the angle right, or his hand would cramp, so he would usually just rub himself off against something to get off. It was nice, but the orgasms were usually shallow and left him wanting for more. And dildos were expensive!
But Steve wasn't wrong when he called himself an expert. Already he was rubbing up against that spot inside Eddie that felt the best, wiggling his finger against it with shallow thrusts to keep him constantly stimulated. And when he went to add another finger, he made sure to focus on licking all around his entrance, his other hand rubbing against his cock, sending jolts of pleasure through his body.
"Steve, stop, please" he whimpered weakly, moaning between each word, tapping Steve's head three times to emphasise his point.
"Fuck off you little slut, you're enjoying this, otherwise you would be moaning like a whore. Now be a good boy and take another finger" and with that Steve buried his face back between his legs.
Now three fingers deep his thrusting switched from shallow and quick, to long deep strokes, making sure to rub all along his g-spot. His mouth now attached itself to his clit, sucking hard and not letting up on the suction for even a second.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck Steve!" Breath now coming in shallow pants Eddie could feel the coil of his upcoming orgasm pulling tight, ready to snap at any second.
With one last strong suck, and a deep hard thrust, Eddie moaned out loudly, and came hard, clenching around Steve's fingers and gushing slick. Steve moaned as well, releasing his cock to lick all around where he was leaking like Eddie was the best thing he ever tasted.
Going limp on the table, Eddie lay there, dazed from the best orgasm he'd ever experienced in his life, and working on catching his breath. He felt Steve rise up and lean over him, pressing a kiss to his lips and forcing his tongue inside, sharing the taste of Eddie with him.
"Let me go, let me go." Eddie weakly moaned.
"Oh baby, I'm not nearly done with you yet"
Eddie felt something at his entrance then, something bigger than fingers and hard. He tried to sit up, to get back, but Steve had a grip on his hips and he pulled Eddie forward, pulling him on his cock and thrusting forward at the same time.
"Steve no! No, you already fucked my mouth, you don't get to fuck me! You don't get my first time!" But even as he yelled, he was impaled on Steve's cock.
"Fuck you're a virgin! Goddamn, no wonder you feel so fucking good. Nothing like breaking in a virgin pussy" Grunted Steve and he finished bottoming out inside of Eddie.
Never had Eddie felt so full before, even when masturbating he usually stuck with playing on the outside, rubbing his clit and playing with his asshole, rarely did he use his front hole.
"Steve stop, please, just stop, I'll do anything, just get out of me!!" He sobbed, slapping against Steve's shoulder three times.
"No baby, I don't think so, you're not leaving here till your pussy is trained up, till you can take me without even needing any prep. I'm gonna fucking keep you baby, use your pretty pussy whenever I want" Steve started lightly thrusting then, easing him into it which Eddie could only be reluctantly thankful for.
"You don't even know my name!" He continued sobbing as Steve took from him what he didn't want to give.
"Oh baby," Steve cooed, as he licked up the tears falling down Eddie's cheeks. "I don't need to know your name to fuck you."
With that Steve raised himself up, he firmly gripped Eddie's hips and started picking up the speed of his thrusts. Eddie cried out, more tears falling, and a loathing settling inside him, because as much as he weakly pawed at Steve, begging him to stop, he could feel pleasure building in his belly again. Steve was good at what he was doing, building up the pleasure slowly as he gradually increased not only his pace, but the force behind his thrusts as well. And now, as his hips started stuttering, he brought his hand down between them to rub at Eddie's cock with the heel of his hand, stimulating him without direct pressure and letting the pleasure build. Eyes rolling back, Eddie opened his mouth to moan but no sound came out, his entire body tensed and as he clenched down with his orgasm he could feel the last of Steve's thrusts before he stilled, hips flushed against Eddie's pelvis as he grunted his pleasure.
Steve gently dropped down onto Eddie, resting his body against him as they slowly came down from their highs. Something niggled at the back of Eddie's mind but he was too blissed out, and too disgusted with himself to pay it much mind. He just came while begging for it to stop, he didn't want this, he swore! But his body didn't care what his mind thought, it only knew it felt good and even though Eddie was still crying he was limp with satisfaction. And as Steve pushed himself up he already found himself missing the feeling of the other man pressed against him.
"Brace yourself baby," Steve murmured as he went to gently pull out, "Fuck, take a look at that." dipping his fingers down to Eddie's used entrance, he was suddenly aware of a dripping sensation coming from him.
Sitting up quickly Eddie looked down his body and saw a creamy white liquid dripping from his sore cunt. "Fuck, did you just come in me!" Panic gripped him for the hundredth time that night. He was gonna have a heart attack at this rate. "Steve you fucker, I'm not on birth control! What happens if I get fucking pregnant?!"
"Oh I'm counting on that baby"
Head snapping up Eddie saw how Steve looked down at how his cum was dripping out of Eddie's body.
"What the fuck do you mean?"
That smirk, that fucking arrogant smirk that just seemed to live on Steve's face was back, if it ever left at all.
"It means exactly what you think it means baby."
Quickly Steve grabbed him around the waist and lifted him off the table. Eddie's legs wrapped around his waist to keep from falling, arms clutching his shoulders as Steve bent briefly to grab his bat. He then turned and walked into the living room, propping the bat against the couch, he then tossed Eddie onto the cushions and crouched over him, somehow still hard even after fucking Eddie twice.
"No, come on, aren't you done yet!?" Eddie cried out, trying to turn to roll off the couch. The back door was so close now, door still open to let him the tiniest of breeze.
"Oh baby, you caught me at the perfect time. You see, I like to build things out, draw it out, and since I was supposed to be alone tonight I thought I'd indulge," pinning Eddie's wrists to the couch, he then got into position between his thighs, "you see, I took a certain little blue pill. I was gonna fuck myself all night. But then a little thief broke into my house and decided to become my little bitch instead." Now lined up, he slowly started to push into him.
"I didn't want that! I still don't want this! I don't want you in me and I don't want your cum in me, I don't wanna get pregnant! I can't get pregnant! I can't afford that!" Tears coming again, harder than before Eddie tried to thrash, fingers compulsively snapping three times, but he was still weak from his orgasm and couldn't do much to stop Steve from driving into him.
"Oh don't worry baby, I'll take responsibility. I'll knock you up, move you in so I can fuck you through your pregnancy, I'll love you so good, and when the baby's born, I'll fuck another baby into you." Hips starting to pump Steve seemed to get lost in his fantasy, looking down at where he was slowly fucking into his pussy, cum dripping out of his entrance and down his cock with every thrust.
"You still don't even know my name you fucking physcopath." Closing his eyes Eddie tried to imagine he was somewhere else, anywhere else.
Feeling a nose nudging his cheek, Eddie's eyes opened to see Steve, looking into his eyes he asked, "What's your name then handsome?"
Debating whether he should answer or not, Eddie let some moans escape as Steve adjusted his hips, starting to rub along his sweet spot. Eventually, he answered, "It's Eddie".
"Eddie," Steve said, as if testing the name in his mouth, "Scream for me Eddie."
Snapping his hips, Steve sat up and released Eddie's hands, reaching for his shirt and removing the last thing baring Eddie from him. Eddie couldn't even fight, defeated and numb, he just Steve continue to pull off his binder to reveal his small chest. Leaning down he placed a quick kiss to each of his nipples, then looked up as if checking how Eddie felt about the action, as if Eddie's opinion mattered to him at all. He didn't give him a reaction, so Steve just seemed to write it off, and he then pulled Eddie's hips into his lap and angled his own upwards to really nail into his g-spot.
Moaning loudly, Eddie laid there limply, refusing to participate in the violation of his body. Steve wanted to trap him with a baby, wanted to own him, and even though his whole being rebelled against the idea, there was a part of him that enjoyed the humiliation, enjoyed being used as a little more than a hole for someone else to take.
He could feel that coil winding tight again, the pleasure building up cause as much as he hated this, Steve was good at this. He knew how to play his body like Eddie knew how to play his ba-his guitar. God knew he could never call his guitar baby again, not with Steve calling him that in lieu of his fucking name.
Eddie didn't come this time, his body still worn out, but he watched as Steve finished inside him again, pulling back halfway through his climax so that he finished all along his cunt and lower belly, like he was claiming him.
Panting, Steve smiled down at him, "Did you cum baby?"
Shaking his head, Eddie just laid there and didn't offer anything else. Hoping his stony silence would deter Steve from talking to him.
It didn't work, Steve just pulled Eddie up and twisted on the couch so that he was sitting up with Eddie straddling his lap.
"No…" he moaned, seeing that Steve was still hard.
"Just tell me no Eddie baby." Kissing along his jaw, Steve positioned Eddie over his messy cock, smeared with a combination of his own cum and Eddie's slick.
"No" he said firmly, foolishly hoping that this time Steve would listen, hitting his shoulder three times to drive the point home.
"I don't care." And then he was being breached again, cum running down out of Eddie and dripping down their thighs and onto the couch.
"Fuck off, why even ask me then?" Eddie moaned out, staring up at the ceiling so he wouldn't have to see Steve's stupid, asshole handsome face.
"I like hearing you lie to yourself. You want this you whore."
"I was a virgin before I came into this house you dick!" Another three smacks to the arm.
"My whore then. Everytime you said 'no' I could see in your eyes that the opposite was true. You want me, you got me, and now I'm gonna keep you, gonna take care of you and our baby." He placed a hand on Eddie's stomach, softly rubbing along his skin.
Eddie glared down at him, opening his mouth to tear him a new one, but before he could Steve ducked down and started mouthing at his nipples. This time he didn't stop at a quick peck, but he brought his hands up as well, massaging one side of his chest while he focused his mouth on the other. Eddie brought his hands up to Steve's hair, giving a quick series of tugs like he was trying to pull him off his chest, instead Steve just moaned, the vibrations against his nipple causing him to moan as well. He was brought to a quick climax due to his pussy being pounded, clit rubbing up against Steve's abs, and now his nipples being plucked and sucked and nibbled on without a break. He moaned weakly, his body losing steam since he didn't have any pills giving him inhuman fucking stamina. Seriously, Steve could fucking go, his rhythm still so steady even though he was sweating like he ran a marathon. Not too far off the mark honestly, and as Steve panted against his skin through another orgasm, Eddie was about ready to give up.
Tilting his head away again, Eddie caught sight of the bat placed against the couch. Quickly glancing down to make sure Steve was still distracted, he used the hand in his hair to push Steve further into his chest. This caused Steve to groan against his skin, arms wrapping his waist to pull Eddie flush against him as he thrusted up into him, still hard and already ready to go again. The jolting movement helped disguise his movement as he reached towards the bat, tightly gripping the handle and raising it up.
Moving quickly, Eddie yanked Steve back by the hair, pinning him to the couch and bringing the bat up to rest the handle against his throat.
"Here's what's gonna happen…" But before Eddie could even finish the sentence, Steve surged up, slipping out of him which caused him to gasp sharply. Steve then grabbed his wrists, riding the momentum forward and slamming him down onto the coffee table behind them.
Gasping in pain, Eddie released his grip on the bat and Steve quickly grabbed it, throwing it away and out of reach for both of them. But Eddie knew it didn't matter, Steve was stronger than him, could like him easily, manhandle him without breaking a sweat, Eddie had one shot and he fucked it up.
"That was stupid you fucking slut. I was trying to be nice you know," As he spoke, Steve flipped Eddie over, pinning him on his stomach against the cold wood of the coffee table, and even as Eddie fought and screamed, he easily pinned his wrists to his back, "I was trying to make this good for you. I took my time when I didn't have to, I stretched you out, made sure you came, but you just had to be a fucking brat didn't you!" Pinning his wrists with one hand, Eddie's hand once again snapping his fingers in reflex, Steve hitched up his hips with the other and forced his cock into Eddie's used and sore entrance again. "Now I'm just gonna take what I want, and you're going to sit there and take it like a good little hole."
"How the fuck is that any different to the ressssssttttt!" Of the night should have been how that sentence ended, but the rest of Eddie's outburst was cut off as Steve started pistoning in and out of him, and yeah, Eddie kind of got it now. This pace was brutal, domineering, with no regard anymore to his comfort or pleasure. It was a stark contrast to the rest of the evening, and Eddie could see now that in his own way, Steve was being gentle, even as he disregarded his will, he had at least been kind.
Now he was openly weeping, overwhelmed with the pain and pleasure coursing through his body, he felt Steve lean down, pressing flush against his back.
"Is that better baby, do you prefer this pace, want to just be used?"
Unable to answer through his screams and moans, Eddie just snapped his fingers, completely unable to move otherwise.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." Pulling back up, Steve continued with his brutal pace, panting hard and grunting with every thrust as he chased his pleasure.
Where Eddie's passive stillness before was his way of refusing to participate in the sex, now it was almost physically impossible for him to so much as even twitch. Yet somehow, his body was completely on board and he could feel himself hurtling towards another orgasm.
"Oh fuck off body, come on!" He screamed, and as he did he heard Steve chuckling behind him.
"What's wrong baby? Gonna come again? Even like this? You're an even bigger slut than I thought huh." Somehow, his pace picked up even more and he pulled one of Eddie's legs up onto the table, forcing him to open up even more and getting a deeper angle.
Crying out at the deeper thrusts, Eddie could do nothing but take it, like he had all night but this time the edge he was heading towards was approaching rapidly, as opposed to the more gentle cresting he experienced earlier. Letting out one last scream, Eddie must have blacked out for a minute, cause when he was next aware, his leg was back on the ground, Steve was stretching out and massaging his arm, working the kinks out, and getting the blood flowing.
Groaning softly, he starting twitching his limbs, testing how much of his body was coming back online, and then he heard Steve moan behind him and became aware that Steve was still hard inside of him.
"Steve, Ozzy."
Grabbing his hips Steve gently pulled out, and as cum started gushing out of him he felt a soft towel pat around his thighs and pussy, cleaning him up.
"Come here baby," Steve pulled Eddie to the couch and laid him down. "Rest Eddie, I'm gonna clean up a bit then we can go take a bath okay?"
"Sounds good Stevie." Smiling tiredly, Eddie just nodded and closed his eyes, listening to Steve move around the house, closing the still open back door, and then moving to the kitchen. He must have drifted off, four orgasms really drained a man, and startled slightly as Steve picked him up.
"Can't go again Stevie, safe word." Even as he cuddled into his chest.
Steve laughed lightly as he moved towards the stairs. "Did you just say 'safe word', instead of the actual safe word? Damn babe, you're really out of it."
"Who's fault is that?" With that, Eddie let himself drift off.
With their scene ended, now it was time for cuddles and aftercare. The next time he came to, he was already in the tub, leaning back against Steve's chest as he was gently washed.
"Back baby?" Steve asked, gently kissing his neck. "You okay?"
Smiling, he turned in Steve's arms to wrap his arms around his neck, and started a gentle make out session. With this scene, they didn't get to kiss much, and while they negotiated it that way, he missed it and was making up for lost time now.
"I'm fine Stevie, that was amazing, you were amazing. It was everything I wanted."
"Yeah? You wanna talk about amazing baby? You were so fiesty sweetheart, such a fighter, I really had to put my back into keeping you down."
"Mmmm, you know I'm not easy baby." Laughing, Eddie moved to sit sideways in Steve's lap, sharing sweet kisses and cuddles. Silently he thanked their past selves for being smart enough to leave snacks and juice on the edge of the tub. Pressed as close as possible they took turns feeding each other bites of food, and even doing that stupid movie move where they twined their arms together and tipped juice into each other's mouth. Maybe not always successfully, but they just laughed about it.
When the water started to cool, they got out of the tub and Steve refused to let Eddie do any work. He dried him off before drying himself, then once again carried him through the house into their bedroom, and even insisted on dressing him before they finally crawled into bed, still giggling and kissing one another.
As they calmed down, and settled into bed Eddie held Steve's face and asked, "You think it took?" He took their hands and brought their palms down to his belly.
"Even if it didn't take this time, we'll just have to try again, and again, and again until it takes." As Steve spoke he slid his hand down towards the band of his pyjama bottoms.
"Easy big boy," Grabbing the wandering hand he brought it back up and linked their fingers together, resting their joined hands between their bodies. "I am seriously tapped out for at least the next day. You did a number on me."
Chuckling Steve moved to pull Eddie half on top of him as he rolled onto his back. "Okay Eddie, sorry, let's get some rest now."
Settling down into sleep, they fell into sweet sleep, dreaming of the family they would soon have and a future filled with love and happiness.
Omake * Bonus Scene
Waking suddenly, Eddie took a moment to get his bearings, wondering why he was awake at, twisting to check the clock, the glowing red numbers read 4am. Impressive, considering they only crawled into bed at 1am and stayed awake talking for a bit after that. Sitting up in bed, he turned to check on Steve only to find him missing from bed. Seeing the glowing coming from under the door of the ensuite, Eddie decided to get up and go check on Steve. As he got closer, he could hear panting and a very distinct sound of skin on skin. Smirking to himself, he dramatically threw the door open, and draped himself on the doorway.
"Stevie, baby, really?" He asked, smiling wife with his dimples on full display.
Steve for his part, startled badly, jerking his cock roughly and groaning as he suddenly came into his hand from the resulting adrenaline rush. Losing his grip on himself he ended up coming all over his shirt and the side of the sink as he tried to direct the spray away from himself.
"Jesus Christ Eddie! Come on man." Grumbling to himself, Steve grabbed some toilet paper, trying to clean up the sink while the mess was still warm, and holding his shirt away from himself.
Laughing so hard he was bent double, Eddie said between breaths, "How the fuck are you even still coming?" now he had his hands in his thighs trying to catch his breath.
"You're not the one who took Viagra tonight." Finishing with the sink, Steve pulled off his steep top and wadded it up, walking past Eddie and throwing the spoiled shirt into the hamper.
Still letting out small giggles Eddie made his way back to bed. "Okay, fair enough, but why didn't you say something earlier? I could've taken care of you."
Both of them climbing back into bed, Steve just gave Eddie a look, "Eddie, with how worn out you were you would've just fallen asleep trying to get me off. And while I get it, it still would've bruised my ego." Steve groused, getting settled into bed even though Eddie could see he was still half hard.
"Should we be concerned about this?" He asked while poking Steve's dick.
"Only if it goes more than eight hours I think. And it's not one giant hard on. It comes and goes, so I think I'm okay. Just gotta wait it out now." He winced as he spoke, moving Eddie prodding fingers away from his dick which had perked up after having been, even lightly, stimulated.
"Well then baby, lets get you back to normal." Smiling wider again, Eddie slowly disappeared under the covers, guiding Steve's hands to his head.
The last thing Steve thought was "oh fuck, I'm gonna die".
What a way to go