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“I thought,” Eddie starts, kissing his way up Steve’s chest and neck until he reaches his face. “We could have some fun today.”
“‘S early, daddy,” Steve mumbles blearily. “Jus woke up.”
“Breakfast is waiting for you downstairs.” Eddie peppers Steve’s face with kisses.
“You spoil me,” Steve stretches out a little bit and Eddie takes the opportunity to bury his face into Steve’s belly, nipping and kissing. Steve shrieks in laughter and tries to fight Eddie off, but Eddie’s grip is strong and they end up with Steve’s arms pinned over his head, Eddie on top of him, kissing him deeply.
“Mmm…” Steve moans into the kiss and Eddie pulls back.
“Breakfast first. Then maybe I’ll give you what you want,” Eddie says, palming Steve’s hardening cock through his underwear.
“So mean,” Steve pouts.
“That’s like, the whole idea,” Eddie grins and lets go of Steve’s wrists only to haul him bodily out of bed.
They eat together at the breakfast bar, Steve in one of Eddie’s oversized tees and his boxer briefs and Eddie wearing a plush robe. Eddie had made eggs and toast, and he’d remembered exactly how Steve likes his eggs and turkey bacon - over easy and a little crispy respectively. It’s yet another drop in the ocean of reasons he loves Eddie - how perceptive and thoughtful he is.
“What are you thinking about, honey?” Eddie nudges Steve’s knee with his own as they sip the rest of their coffee once they’ve eaten.
“Nothing,” Steve says, but can fucking feel his blush betray him.
“Stevie,” Eddie says warningly. He crosses his arms and Steve thinks about not telling him. Thinks about what Eddie would do to get it out of him. He blushes harder.
“Fine,” Steve sets his coffee down, embarrassed. “I was thinking about how much I love you.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” Eddie asks, a crooked fond smile spreading across his face.
“Yeah,” Steve looks down, bashful.
“That’s the fucking sweetest thing I’ve ever heard,” Eddie pulls his chin up and leans forward to kiss him. He tastes like coffee with the gingerbread creamer he likes and Steve can’t help but smile into the kiss.
“Can I spoil you a little bit?” Eddie pulls back.
“Because making me breakfast and waking me up with kisses isn’t spoiling me enough?” Steve laughs.
“I have a present for you.”
“You’re a menace,” Steve says without any heat behind it and cranes his neck as Eddie leaves the room to grab it.
He comes back in with a thin rectangular black velvet box and Steve’s immediate first thought is jewelry - it looks like something a really nice bracelet would come in. Eddie sets the box down on the counter and clears their plates out of the way. Steve opens it. Inside is a collar made of black leather with a shiny silver ring on the front. Steve picks it up - it’s buttery soft and has just a little weight to it.
“It’s beautiful,” Steve says, running his thumbs over it and savoring the way it feels.
“I’ve never… actually given anyone a collar before,” Eddie says, fidgeting with his ring - his only nervous tell. “But I love you, Stevie. And you’re mine.”
“Eddie,” Steve breathes and leans forward to kiss him. “Yeah, I’m yours. And I want everyone to know. Will you put it on me?”
Eddie takes the collar from Steve’s hands and fastens it gently around his neck. It sits comfortably snug, with plenty of breathing room. The leather is creamy and soft and warms up against Steve’s skin, and the weight of the collar is beautifully distracting but not at all unpleasant.
“It looks so fucking good on you,” Eddie says into Steve’s neck, kissing around where the collar sits before biting where Steve’s neck meets his shoulder. “You look beautiful.”
“Mmmh,” Steve moans as Eddie’s teeth sink into his skin. “Feels right on me, daddy. Like it’s meant to be there.”
Eddie pulls back, looking at Steve in what Steve can only interpret as wonder.
“How are you real?” Eddie shakes his head as he pulls Steve close with arms wrapped around his waist. “I’m so fuckin’ lucky you’re mine.”
The words have an immediate physical effect on Steve - he moans out loud, unable to stop his hips from seeking friction against Eddie’s leg.
“Did that do it for you, baby?” Eddie teases between kisses and pushes Steve back against the kitchen counter. “Just me saying you’re mine while you wear my collar?”
“Yes!” Steve gasps as Eddie reaches his hand down to feel how hard Steve is. Steve’s cock throbs when Eddie touches it through his underwear.
“You’re practically ready for me, aren’t you?” Eddie laughs. “So fuckin’ eager, sweetheart.”
“I want you so bad, daddy,” Steve pants as Eddie strokes him through the fabric. He can feel his cock leaking already.
Eddie grabs his hair roughly and pulls his head back sharply. Pain sings across Steve’s scalp and his eyes roll back a little at it. He moans and Eddie laughs, low and cruel.
“Not yet, princess. I’m not done with you yet.”
Eddie spoiling Steve is going to be the fucking death of him, Steve thinks deliriously as Eddie manhandles him up the stairs and into his bedroom.
“You already gave me my collar, daddy, what else is there?”
“Oh, you’re gonna regret asking that.” Eddie laughs and pulls Steve onto his lap by the ring of his collar as he sits down on the bed. Steve may never get over how hot that is.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Steve snarks and Eddie winds up and smacks his ass sharply. Steve grinds forward against Eddie and hisses out a breath at the pain.
“I didn’t realize you were a detective,” Eddie says, low and dangerous into Steve’s neck. “Asking so many questions. Let daddy show you.”
“Sorry, daddy,” Steve sighs as Eddie kisses his neck.
“Can you get on your back for me, honey?” Eddie tugs on the ring of Steve’s collar so that he’s pulled off Eddie’s lap and onto the bed. As Steve lays on the towel Eddie had somehow already placed on the bed (the sneaky bastard), Eddie gets up and walks over to his cabinet of toys.
“What are you gonna do to me, daddy?” Steve asks from the bed. Eddie ignores him. Rude. But Steve likes it. He opens the glass door to the cabinet and pulls out a few things, carrying them back over to the bed where Steve lays obediently.
“First, I’m going to cuff you,” Eddie says, dropping the items at the foot of the bed so Steve can’t quite see them. He picks up the cuffs and jingles the chain connecting them as he moves to wrap them around Steve’s wrists.
“Did you buy these cuffs to match my favorite sweater?” Steve asks.
“Is the sweater I got you really your favorite one?” Eddie asks, momentarily disarmed by fondness.
“Yeah,” Steve breathes as Eddie fastens the cuffs to the headboard. Eddie leans down to kiss Steve, slow and filthy and sweet, and bites at his lip as he pulls away, making Steve whine.
“I love that.” Eddie says. “And yeah, I did buy them to match. I thought a dark red would pair nicely with that sweet little blushing habit of yours.”
Steve fucking knows he said that shit on purpose. He had to have. He feels himself blush against his will and Eddie laughs, trails his lips down Steve’s forehead to kiss his nose, lips, and onto his chest. He sucks and nips little bites into Steve’s skin and Steve strains against the cuffs - he’d forgotten he’s not allowed to touch back, not allowed to wrap his arms around Eddie or dig his nails into the tattoos on his shoulders and back.
“Now that you’re tied up and at my mercy, I think I’m going to play with you for awhile.” Eddie says as he pushes himself further down on the bed and starts sucking on Steve’s hipbone right above the waistband of his underwear. Steve moans in surprise - Eddie seems to have found an oddly ticklish, overwhelming erogenous zone.
“That feel nice, baby?” Eddie looks up at him and Steve just has to watch himself visibly get harder right next to Eddie’s face.
“So nice,” Steve says as Eddie hooks his fingers into the waistband of Steve’s boxer briefs.
“We gotta get you some cuter underwear.” Eddie pulls them down. “Hips up, honey.” Steve lifts his hips and lets Eddie slide his underwear off.
“Cuter?” Steve asks.
“Yeah, like something lacy. Or maybe a thong.”
Steve’s breath catches in his throat and his cock jumps, smearing pre-cum onto his stomach.
“You like the thought of that, huh, baby?” Eddie’s voice is low and satisfied at how much just his words are affecting Steve.
“Yes, daddy,” Steve breathes, and Eddie settles between his legs, licking up the shaft of his cock before sucking the head of it into his mouth. It takes all of Steve’s control not to buck his hips into the blissful hot wetness of Eddie’s mouth and he lets out the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.
“Good boy,” Eddie pulls off and says before hollowing his cheeks and really going to town. Steve moans loudly and pulls at his cuffs as Eddie does something absolutely diabolical with his tongue on the underside of the head of Steve’s cock.
“F-feels so good, daddy,” Steve pants.
Eddie sinks his mouth all the way down onto Steve - Steve can feel the head of his cock hit the back of Eddie’s throat, and oh, fuck, if that isn’t the hottest thing he’s ever felt.
“Daddy, I’m gonna-” Steve starts and Eddie immediately pulls off and grips the base of his dick tightly - so tightly it almost hurts.
“Mmmm, no you’re not.”
Steve shudders, hips stuttering forward, but Eddie refuses to give him any traction, just grips tightly and won’t budge.
“Daddy!” Steve exclaims, frustrated. “Why won’t you let me come?”
“My sweet, stupid little slut,” Eddie croons and crawls up Steve’s body, finally letting go of his dick. Fuck, Eddie’s never called him stupid before. It makes a blush sear through his face and down his chest. Why is that so hot? He has a Master’s, for shit’s sake. “Haven’t you figured it out yet?”
“Figured what out, daddy?” Steve says before Eddie kisses him, slow and filthy, with lots of tongue.
“D’you know what edging is, baby?” Eddie pulls back, smiling down at Steve like he’s got him exactly where he wants him.
“No,” Steve whispers.
“Daddy’s gonna show you,” Eddie says, voice rough, and kisses Steve again as he wraps a hand around Steve’s cock and starts stroking him slowly. Steve moans into Eddie’s mouth and tries to fuck up into Eddie’s grip, but Eddie loosens his hand every time Steve tries it.
“So pretty,” Eddie murmurs against Steve’s lips. “So pretty when I work you up like this.”
“Fuck,” Steve grits out and his cock pulses in Eddie’s hand. Eddie slicks his thumb through the pre-cum dripping from the head and uses it to stroke Steve faster. Steve can’t help the noises he’s making, little ah ah ah’s of unrestrained pleasure, and right as he’s about to come, Eddie digs his thumbnail into the spot where the head of Steve’s cock meets the shaft. It hurts.
“Ow, fuck!” Steve cries and shudders under Eddie. “Daddy, you’re hurting me!”
“Yeah, honey. That’s the point. So you don’t come.”
“W-what?” Steve stutters as Eddie lets go of his cock, relief flooding through him that the sharp pain is gone from such a sensitive spot.
“Hmmm.” Eddie pushes himself up onto his knees and then from there to standing next to the bed. He takes his bathrobe off and Steve looks disrespectfully, drinking in Eddie’s gorgeous muscles. “Seems like you’re not getting it, love.”
“Not getting what?” Steve asks, heart sinking. He doesn’t want to disappoint his daddy.
Eddie reaches down to the foot of the bed and comes back with a bottle of lube. He applies a decent amount to his right index finger and settles back between Steve’s legs. He teases Steve by rubbing the tip of his finger across Steve’s hole before pushing it in gently.
“I think you’ll understand soon enough,” Eddie smirks up at Steve, and fucking shit , that gets him every time. Eddie is so goddamn handsome and he looks even hotter when he’s being mean to Steve, pupils blown and expression both fond and wicked. Eddie works his finger into Steve, opening him up for another. He adds more lube with the next finger, and Steve relaxes into it, lets Eddie move his fingers and work him open. Eddie curls his fingers just right and Steve’s hips jerk up.
“More,” Steve gasps and Eddie laughs, a cruel little thing.
“Is that any way to talk to your daddy?” Eddie asks condescendingly and sinks his teeth into the inside of Steve’s thigh. It hurts deliciously , a tickling sort of buzzing around the edges of the pain. Steve absolutely wails and clenches around Eddie’s fingers.
“Ahh! Ahh, I’m sorry, daddy,” Steve breathes hard as Eddie kisses wetly at the red bite mark.
“That’s better. Now beg me all pretty and you might get what you want.”
“Please?” Steve immediately asks. Eddie moves to his other thigh and bites. Hard. “Fuck! Please, daddy, I need you so bad, so fucking desperate for you…!”
“That’s more like it.” Eddie curls his fingers inside Steve again, and again, and again until he’s an absolute mess, limbs jerking like a marionette when he hits that spot, head lolled back against the pillows and cock leaking onto his stomach. “You’re so sweet like this, baby. All spread out for me, letting me open you up.”
“Y-yeah, anything for you.”
“That’s right,” Eddie coos and adds another finger. Steve gasps at the stretch of it and immediately writhes as Eddie starts finger-fucking him, dragging his fingertips across Steve’s prostate with every thrust.
“So good for me,” Eddie murmurs as Steve struggles against the cuffs, abs contracting and hole clenching around Eddie’s fingers.
“It feels too good, daddy,” Steve moans.
“Good,” Eddie bites into the meat of Steve’s inner thigh again and a broken, harsh sob rips its way out of Steve’s throat. Eddie pins him down, lying on top of his legs so he can’t thrash or get away. He tightens his jaw, biting harder.
“Daddy!” Steve sobs. The pain is exquisite - sharp and rich and searing up into his groin and stomach. He clenches hard around Eddie’s fingers and Eddie pulls them out, releasing his teeth from Steve’s thigh.
“Wha-?” Steve can barely pick his head up from the pillow with how deep he is into subspace.
“Edging,” Eddie explains patiently, “is when I take your beautiful body apart until you’re right on the edge of coming. And then I don’t let you.”
“Mean,” Steve says weakly, tears streaking down his cheeks. The head of his cock is flushed red and it’s twitching against his stomach - he’s so desperately horny that he feels like he’s on fire with it.
“So mean,” Eddie nods in agreement. “And I’m gonna do it again. As many times as I want.”
Steve gasps.
“Daddy,” he whines.
“If you’re good for me and you take it, I’ll let you have my cock.”
“Promise?” Steve asks sweetly.
“Baby,” Eddie crawls up Steve’s body and gives him a kiss. Steve surges up into the contact, desperate for Eddie. “If you do what I tell you and let me torture you, then yeah. I promise.” Eddie pulls back.
“I’ll do anything for you, daddy.”
“I’m beginning to think you actually would,” Eddie sits back and reaches toward the foot of the bed again. “And I’d give you anything you want. You’re dangerous, princess.”
“You’re the mean one and I’m dangerous?” Steve ribs, letting his head fall back against the pillows.
“Wrong response.” Eddie says cheerfully. “Entirely the wrong choice, making fun of your daddy like that.” He brings forward a purple device and starts coating it in lube.
“What’s that?” Steve asks.
“Oh, this?” Eddie says faux-casually. “This is a vibrating plug, honey. It’s going inside you and then you’re gonna have a time out.”
“A time out?” Steve parrots, lost.
“Yup,” Eddie leans over Steve and pushes two fingers into him without warning, coated in the excess lube from smearing it onto the plug. Steve gasps and tries to roll his hips down onto Eddie’s fingers. “None of that.” Eddie warns and slaps one of the red bite marks on Steve’s inner thigh.
Steve squeals in pain and Eddie pulls his fingers out. Once he recovers, Steve whines at the loss of sensation.
“Don’t worry, you little slut,” Eddie chides. “You’ll get something inside you in just a second.”
“Mmm, need it.”
“You say that now,” Eddie raises an eyebrow and pushes the tip of the plug into Steve. It’s cool and the silicone is a nice hardness - it’s bigger than Eddie’s fingers but not as big around as his dick. Steve relaxes against the pushing sensation and his brow furrows as Eddie works the plug into him. It’s bigger at the base than he expected it to be and he realizes Eddie is toying with him by pushing it into him so tortuously slowly.
“Daddy, can I please have all of it?”
“So you do have manners? What a surprise,” Eddie mocks him by faking surprise and shock.
“So mean,” Steve pouts and Eddie shoves it all the way in. “Uhhh, fuck!” Steve cries out - the plug just barely reaches his prostate as it settles inside him and it feels incredible.
“Oh, baby.” Eddie uses his poor baby voice, dripping with condescension, and Steve’s cock pulses just from that. “You don’t know what mean is.”
And with that, he clicks the switch on the base of the plug, starting it vibrating. Steve clenches around the plug immediately, moaning. It’s such an unfamiliar sensation but fuck does it feel good.
“Since you decided to talk back to me - to make fun of your daddy - you’re going to have a time out.” Eddie says firmly, standing up and putting his bathrobe back on. Steve whines - he hates to see Eddie cover up. “I’m going to go clean up from breakfast now and I want you to think about what you’ve done while I’m gone.”
Steve’s eyes widen in shock - Eddie wouldn’t actually leave him like this - tied up, stuffed full and miserably wanting in the middle of a scene - would he?
“Are you serious?” Steve grits out.
“Deadly.” Eddie grins at him, that predatory smile that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice about doing what the fuck I tell you.”
Steve just stares at him - he can’t find the words between the shock and the way the plug is torturously buzzing inside him.
“If you come while I’m downstairs, you don’t get my cock inside you for a week. That means no blowjobs, no fucking, nothing. I get to jerk off on your pretty face and you don’t even get to touch me.”
Steve is so hard it fucking hurts.
“Y-yes, daddy.”
“Good boy,” Eddie says, and leaves the bedroom. He leaves the door open and that little detail makes Steve want to scream. He’s still making sure he can check on Steve and monitor him, which is both threatening and incredibly sweet.
The vibrator inside Steve seems so much louder now that he’s alone, and it’s making it hard for him to keep his thoughts straight. Eddie actually fucking left him like this - totally captive, almost unbearably worked up, and full of something that if he’s not careful could actually make him come before Eddie wants him to. Steve has a flash of a terrible idea and for a brief moment he considers giving in to the impulse. What if he did get off? What if he put on a fucking show for Eddie, moaning like a whore and doing his best to fuck himself with the plug against the bed until he came?
If he did that, Eddie would punish him. And Steve both does and doesn’t want to find out the creative ways Eddie would find to torture him during the week he’d spend not allowing Steve to touch him or have his dick inside him. God, even just thinking about a week without Eddie fucking him or Eddie’s cock down his throat sounds miserable. Does that make Steve spoiled? Maybe. Either way, he resolves to do his best to wait Eddie out and do everything in his power not to come. He can be good for his daddy.
Steve takes a deep breath and tries to relax against the pillows of Eddie’s bed. He takes another and tries to ignore the vibrations inside him. It’s not really possible, unfortunately, and Steve tries to turn himself over on his side a little so maybe they’ll be less intense. It works, kind of, and he breathes a sigh of relief as he rests on his side. His cock is still hard but not painfully so, and the vibration isn’t as intense this way. Steve closes his eyes and slows his breathing again, maintaining as much calmness as he can.
Until all of a sudden, the vibration of the plug inside him gets much stronger. Steve’s eyes fly open and he half moan-half gasps, a punched-out sound of pure surprise and pleasure.
Eddie has a fucking remote for the plug inside him.
“You fucking bastard,” Steve yells, all composure completely out the window, and there’s no response from downstairs. The plug’s vibration kicks up to a level that makes Steve shudder and moan, writhing against the sheets from how crazy intense it is.
“Daddy!” Steve cries out. No response. The vibration stays the same, at the same almost unbearable level. Steve struggles hard against the cuffs, leather biting into his wrists, as he tries to get away from the feeling. It’s sure to make him come if he can’t figure out a way to make it less intense. Steve manages to flip himself over so he can struggle to his elbows and knees - it’s both worse and better. It tempts him so badly to hump against the blanket and just give in, but he presses his face into the pillows and starts crying. He weeps, with big shuddering sobs, at how hot his skin feels, how hard his poor, neglected cock is, and how ridiculous the pressure on his prostate is from the stupid fucking plug.
Steve feels his cock twitching and throbbing, leaking onto the bed underneath him, and he tries to hold on against the onslaught of sensations. He has to be good for his daddy, he has to make him proud of him. He just has to hold on. Just a little longer, he tells himself.
“I- I can’t-” Steve is wracked with sobs, voice broken and rough, as he tries to let Eddie know that he’s reaching the end of his physical ability to hold back an orgasm.
Mercifully, blissfully, the plug stops vibrating entirely. Steve immediately collapses onto his stomach, crying even harder at the sheer relief. He feels dizzy with it, lightheaded and almost delirious. He doesn’t know how long he stays like that, sobbing and drooling into Eddie’s pillow and feeling like his skin is too small for him.
After some time has passed - it could have been a minute or an hour, Steve is so far gone that he has no fucking idea - Eddie’s hand grips Steve’s hair hard and pulls his head back. Steve lets out a wrecked shout as he’s pulled onto his elbows and knees again.
“Did you learn your lesson, princess?” Eddie asks him, a dangerous edge to the question.
“Y-yes, d-daddy,” Steve stutters badly, crying too hard to articulate well. He feels Eddie reach a hand around to his cock, which is somehow still hard, and Eddie makes a scolding little noise.
“So messy,” Eddie shakes his head. “You made such a wet little mess of yourself, baby.”
“D-didn’t come,” Steve gasps through his tears as Eddie fists his cock and squeezes it a little.
“I can tell, angel. You did such a good job for me,” Eddie soothes. Steve cries possibly even harder at that. He can’t tell. He’s such an absolute wreck.
“Thank you, daddy,” Steve moans hoarsely.
“Such a good boy,” Eddie says like he’s so fucking proud of Steve and slowly eases the plug out of him. “You need daddy to take care of you?” Eddie asks, and Steve sniffles pathetically.
“Yeah.” His voice is so fucked.
“Okay, honey. Come here,” Eddie says and unclips the cuffs from the headboard. He lays Steve down on his back, kissing his forehead and wet cheeks and lips, then the tip of his nose. “Just a second, okay?”
“Okay,” Steve says, even though it doesn’t feel okay that Eddie pulls back from him to find a bottle of lube. He wants Eddie pressed all the way up against him, smothering him with kisses and saying filthy, sweet things to him.
“My patient sweetheart,” Eddie sits down next to Steve on the bed and uses leverage to lift Steve into his lap, pulling Steve’s cuffed arms around his neck and over his shoulders. Steve is half-kneeling and Eddie is half holding him up as Eddie presses into him. Steve does his best to relax against how fucking big Eddie’s dick is and let gravity do the work of sinking him down onto Eddie completely.
“Mmmh, princess,” Eddie sighs as Steve is fully seated on top of him. He kisses Steve with abandon and it’s like Eddie had read Steve’s fucking mind about how badly he’s craving Eddie’s skin against him. They’ve never tried this position before and it might be one of Steve’s absolute favorites - they’re chest to chest, Steve on top, completely full of Eddie’s cock and able to either ride him or give total control over and Eddie can fuck him. Right now, Steve is so boneless and tear-streaked, afloat in subspace and completely unable to do anything other than take what his daddy gives him.
“F-feels so good,” Steve breathes into Eddie’s mouth between kisses. Eddie starts fucking up into him and bites his lip.
“You feel so good, angel. You’re taking my cock so well,” Eddie wrenches Steve’s head to the side by pulling his hair and doesn’t bite - he just suctions his lips to Steve’s neck above the collar, worrying the taut skin with his teeth but mostly sucking with as much force as he can muster. Steve clenches involuntarily around Eddie at the feeling and his cock smears pre-cum against Eddie’s chest and stomach. Eddie doesn’t stop, just moves to another spot on Steve’s neck and repeats his fucking vampire act, hand tightly fisted in Steve’s hair. Steve is starting to really melt into the sensations, limbs heavy and everything washing over him as he sinks even further into that headspace he loves so much.
“You were so good for me today,” Eddie groans as he thrusts into Steve and lets Steve’s head loll against his shoulder. “Taking all that for me. Letting me torture you.”
“Thank you, daddy,” Steve slurs.
“I’m so proud of you,” Eddie whispers into Steve’s ear as he holds him tightly against him and fucks him hard.
“Ahhh, daddy,” Steve moans, tears wetting the bare skin of Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie’s cock is dragging against Steve’s prostate viciously and Steve shudders at the feeling. His cock is so fucking painfully hard - it throbs as Eddie sneaks a hand between them and strokes him.
“N-no, daddy, why,” Steve mumbles incoherently. “‘M not allowed to come.”
“Oh, you beautiful sweet thing. Yes, you are. You’ve been through more than enough today.” Eddie’s tone is a heady mix of condescension and reverence and it goes right to Steve’s aching dick.
“A-are you sure?” Steve sniffles.
“Princess,” Eddie grabs him by the hair and presses their foreheads together, Steve still crying. “I am so sure. Good girls get rewards for being good.”
Steve lets out an undignified, broken noise at being called a good girl.
“Did you like that, baby?” Eddie teases, cock fully buried into Steve. He bounces Steve in little motions against him, positively abusing Steve’s prostate. “You like being my good girl?”
“Daddy!” Steve grips at Eddie’s shoulders as best he can in the cuffs and throws his head back.
“Are you gonna come for me, sweet girl? Get daddy all messy?” Eddie croons and Steve fucking loses it. He sobs uncontrollably as he comes like a shot, painting Eddie’s stomach and chest, almost up to his neck. It feels like the longest orgasm of Steve’s life - all he can do is twitch and cry and cling to Eddie as Eddie works him through it, wringing every last drop of cum out of him.
“That’s my girl,” Eddie whispers into Steve’s ear, earning him a weak noise in return. “Can you take just a little bit more for daddy, baby? I wanna fill you up.”
“Yeah,” Steve’s voice cracks. “Wanna feel it.”
“Fuck,” Eddie grits out and starts gently fucking Steve again, letting go of his cock and holding him up to fuck into him. They’re both going to need a shower after this, Steve thinks deliriously as Eddie picks up the pace.
“Daddy,” he sighs and turns his face into Eddie’s neck, pressing gentle kisses there.
“Fuck, honey,” Eddie growls. Steve can’t help the breathy little noises Eddie’s pulling out of him with each drag of his dick- he keens against Eddie’s neck, burying his face into it and just trying to get himself pressed as close to Eddie as possible, regardless of the cum now coating both of their torsos.
“You just want to crawl into my skin, don’t you,” Eddie pants.
“No, daddy. Want you inside me always.”
“Yeah, princess,” Eddie mouths at Steve’s shoulder.
“W-want you to fill me up every morning and plug me so it stays in me all day,” Steve rasps. Eddie groans like he can’t help it, sinking his teeth into Steve’s shoulder and coming deep inside him - warm and sticky and filthy and perfect.
“Thank you, daddy,” Steve slurs into Eddie’s neck.
“Are you thanking me for coming in you?” Eddie laughs and the vibration of it rumbles through Steve where they’re pressed together.
“Mhm.”
“You’re really down, aren’t you?” Eddie pulls Steve’s head up by his hair and Steve lets out a pathetic, soft noise. “You did so good, baby.”
“Mmm…” Steve mumbles.
“Come on, honey. We gotta take a shower.” Eddie nudges Steve, but Steve refuses to climb off him, holding on tighter. “Stevie, we’re both disgusting, we gotta wash this shit off. C’mon.”
“Fine,” Steve says, but still doesn’t make any move to pull away or let Eddie pull out.
“Okay,” Eddie says firmly and grabs a handful of Steve’s hair as he manhandles him onto his knees. He pulls out and Steve whines loudly. “No, none of that. Stand up with me, we’re going to shower.”
Eddie leads Steve into the bathroom and Steve is swaying a little where he stands, out of it and foggy. Eddie washes his hands, then moves to take off Steve’s collar and Steve pulls away, leaning away from his reach.
“Don’t wanna,” Steve shakes his head.
“Sweetie, you gotta. We need a shower and you can’t shower in a leather collar.”
Steve just looks at Eddie, eyes stinging a little with tears - he can’t reach through the syrupy feeling to articulate how badly he wants to keep it on, how much he needs to feel like he belongs to Eddie right now.
“Stevie,” Eddie says gently. “I’ll put it right back on you when you’re all clean and dry, okay? It’s just a shower. We’re not going anywhere today and you can wear it all day if you want to.”
Steve nods and closes his eyes, trying not to cry again as Eddie takes it off him. He reaches for Eddie’s hand as soon as Eddie puts the collar down on the counter and Eddie takes it, walking them both into the shower. The water is warm and soothing and the water pressure is surprisingly good. Eddie lets Steve stand under the shower first, rinsing himself down. As soon as his hair is wet, Eddie’s hands are rubbing shampoo into his scalp. Steve sighs contentedly, pliable under the sure motions of Eddie’s fingers.
“I think I’m gonna get you a day collar.” Eddie tips Steve’s head back to rinse the shampoo out.
“What’s that?” Steve cracks an eye open and is charmed by Eddie making a face of intense concentration as he tries not to get Steve’s face soaking wet while rinsing the shampoo out.
“A collar type thing that’s a little more discreet ‘cause you can’t be wearing that to the library. A lot of people do necklaces with keys or something like that, where their dom has the key and it looks like a regular necklace unless you’re in the scene.”
“If you know you know,” Steve murmurs.
“Exactly, honey.” Eddie rinses himself down and then wraps his arm around Steve from behind. They just stand there for a long moment, letting the water warm them and Steve absolutely luxuriating in the feeling of being held.
“I want that,” Steve says into the comfortable silence. “To belong to you all the time. Even if it’s just for me. Like your bracelet, but not for anxiety.”
“I know you want it,” Eddie chuckles, reaching for the body wash. It smells expensive as he lathers it up and scrubs at Steve’s skin with a washcloth. “And I don’t want my princess to have to be without it if you don’t want to.”
“Thank you, daddy.” Steve hums happily as Eddie rinses the body wash off him. After Eddie’s done and Steve’s a little more grounded in reality now that he’s clean, Steve reaches out and takes the bottle, putting some into his own hands and stealing the washcloth from Eddie. “Can I clean you up?”
Eddie looks surprised at first, blinking water out of his eyes where it drips off his bangs, slightly too long when wet.
“You take such good care of me, I wanna take care of you.”
“Honey,” Eddie says, voice husky in that almost reverent tone he gets when he’s caught off guard by emotion. Steve is struck by his reaction, wondering if anyone’s ever said that to Eddie before.
Steve works the soap into the washcloth, scrubbing it with care into Eddie’s tattooed chest, arms, and back. He puts the washcloth aside to work his hands into the muscles of Eddie’s shoulders, thumbs digging into the tension he can feel there. Robin showed him what tension looks like on a person, scrubbing at her own shoulder ineffectively before putting Steve’s hands on her right where he’s focusing them on Eddie now. For her it was her bra straps, and for Eddie, Steve doesn’t know what it is. But there’s certainly a good amount of tension there, and Steve pushes his fingertips into Eddie’s tattooed skin in quick circles, working at the knots he can feel underneath the gorgeous ink. It looks like some sort of classical art piece, painstakingly reproduced across Eddie’s whole back. Steve loses himself in the artistry of it as he works out one of the tight spots, then another. Eddie is completely silent as Steve trails his thumbs up onto the back of Eddie’s neck, immediately seizing on a ropey, tight muscle and forcing it to loosen apart.
All of a sudden, before he knows what’s happening, Eddie’s kissing him. Steve’s back is pressed up against the cold shower wall and he hisses out a breath at the cold of the tile against his skin, but Eddie kisses the discomfort from him and leaves him breathless.
Eddie’s lips scald a trail down his chest, onto his stomach, and oh, god, Eddie’s on his knees. Confident, slightly terrifying, breathtakingly gorgeous Eddie is on his knees in front of Steve in this shower that’s the approximate size of some people’s entire bathrooms and he’s looking up at him with those beautiful brown eyes like Steve is some sort of indescribably beautiful work of art.
“Eddie,” Steve breathes, and cups his cheek in one hand. Eddie’s eyes close and he leans into Steve’s palm.
“Do you get it now?” Eddie says quietly. “You’re dangerous. I’ve never fucking met anyone like you. I might tell you what to do, but if you asked me, I’d do anything for you. To make you happy. To make you mine.”
“Fuck, Eddie,” Steve whispers. Eddie leans forward, nose pressed to Steve’s stomach.
“No one’s ever loved me like this,” Eddie practically moans against Steve’s skin before sucking a punishing hickey into Steve’s hipbone that makes Steve slap his hand back against the tile, scrabbling for purchase. He pulls back. “Like you do.”
“I love you so much,” Steve gasps as Eddie wraps a hand around his cock - he’d been so taken with Eddie’s words that he hadn’t realized he was hard. Eddie takes him into his mouth and Steve’s voice cracks as he moans.
Eddie makes an encouraging noise and drags the flat of his tongue against the underside of Steve’s cock before relaxing his jaw and taking him in further. He’s practically fucking his own mouth with Steve’s dick and that thought makes Steve shiver against Eddie’s hands that are pinning his hips to the tile behind him. It feels so fucking good, Eddie’s mouth is absolutely decadently hot and wet, and Steve slaps the shower wall again as Eddie adds suction to the mix.
Eddie’s hand leaves Steve’s hip and grabs Steve’s hand that’s splayed out against the tile, shaking. He guides it to his own hair and Steve’s mouth drops open.
“Fuck, oh my god,” he breathes. His dick pulses in Eddie’s mouth as he tangles his fingers into the wet strands of Eddie’s pretty hair. He doesn’t pull. He doesn’t know if he’s allowed to. He’s a mess, shuddering and gasping and twitching against Eddie’s firm grip holding him to the wall.
“Daddy, I’m so close,” Steve chokes out. Eddie looks up at him and winks before taking Steve all the way down into his throat, nose pressed to Steve’s pubic bone. Steve’s hands tighten involuntarily in Eddie’s hair and he comes hard, abs contracting and bowing him forward. He lets out a noise he doesn’t even realize is him at first as he comes down Eddie’s throat and tries to pull away as his cock gets sensitive. Eddie holds him there in place as he works his mouth around Steve, sucking off every drop.
“You’re so good to me,” Eddie pulls back as Steve lets go of his hair, and it’s the first time Steve’s ever heard his voice sound a little fucked-up after sex. It adds such a hot rasp to it and Steve fucking loves it.
“What the fuck do you mean?!” Steve laughs incredulously. “You’re literally the best thing that’s ever happened to me and you just sucked my fucking soul out of my dick and you wanna tell me I’m good to you?”
“I guess we’ll just have to compromise and say we’re both pretty damn great to each other,” Eddie says, getting to his feet.
“That I can agree with,” Steve nods, pulling him into a kiss.