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Steve opened his mouth when Eddie pressed a thumb to his lips. He felt Eddie slide in and he closed his lips around him and sucked. Steve caressed the bottom of his thumb with his tongue. He was sprawled out on Eddie’s bed, still naked from his shower. His hair was just barely dry. Eddie was next to him in soft sweatpants that Steve had left there, under the stolen pants he had his new harness and strap on. They’d been lazily kissing on and off for a while.
Eddie let out a long, relaxed sigh. “You sure about this, baby?”
Steve nodded and hummed. Eddie pulled this thumb out and ran it over Steve’s lower lip, leaving it wet.
Steve got up and lead him over to the window. Late afternoon light streamed in over them. The air was still warm from the day, making it comfortable to go without clothes or blankets. Eddie gripped the windowsill to steady himself and Steve dropped to his knees.
“Okay, just, ummm…” Eddie waved his free hand. Steve grabbed the hand and guided it so Eddie cupped the back of his head. Eddie let go for a second and then put his hand back with his fingers deep in his hair instead of on top of it.
Steve felt a warm rush of sensation at Eddie’s long fingers settling into his hair. He leaned forward and nuzzled Eddie’s erection through his pajama pants.
“You seem eager,” Eddie said, shyly.
“Always.” Steve reached forward and pulled Eddie’s pants down slowly. He looked up and Eddie seemed overwhelmed, and maybe not in the good way. He was blushing furiously and looking away so his hair partially hid his expression. Steve stood up and hugged him and Eddie quickly grabbed him back. He could feel Eddie’s nervous energy. They held tight to each other, with Eddie’s face hidden in his neck. Then Eddie nodded, a sign that he was okay now.
“Never thought I’d really be doing this,” Eddie said.
“We’re going to do a lot of things, if you’re up for it. I will get naked with you as many times as it takes for us to try everything you can think of, find everything that works for both of us.”
Eddie moved so they could kiss again. Steve ran a hand over his side, he felt more relaxed, grounded.
“Ready?” Steve said.
“Yeah, I’m good.” He was still blushing but it felt different, this was the sort of blush he wanted Eddie to have.
Steve gave him a final lingering squeeze then slowly worked down his body, instead of rushing to the main event. He slid his foot back to lower himself so he could nibble his collarbone, kiss the face of his demon tattoo even though Eddie usually complained when he did that, spend some time nuzzling his breastbone and placing soft kisses right over his heart, and kiss his stomach. Eddie sighed and almost purred as he moved down, and leaned forward now and again into his hands and lips.
He settled back into a kneel and played with his waistband, teasing him, until Eddie yanked on a bit of his hair and and said “Come on…”
Steve pulled down his pants to see the strap on he was quickly becoming very intimately familiar with. Eddie ran his fingers through his hair a few times, caressing him. After a bit, Eddie sunk his fingers in his hair and cupped the back of his head again. Steve licked him slowly, once, twice and then gently pulled the erection forward and took him into his mouth. He experimented with how deep felt good. Eddie stayed still and let him feel things out. He couldn’t take him in all the way, maybe with practice but not right now. Taking him fairly deep felt good. He liked to feel him deep, his lips open and a strong pressure at the back of his mouth. He pressed forward a little more and moaned.
Steve’s own cock was half hard from laying around with Eddie and anticipating blowing him. Sucking on him felt even better than he’d imagined. He was almost fully hard and wanted to be touched, but could wait for now. He needed his attention elsewhere.
Eddie’s breathing was ragged. Steve looked up and met his eyes. Steve knew how good a view Eddie was getting and how good eye contact could feel, he’d been on the other end of a blowjob so many times. He made sure to keep looking up at Eddie and hoped this gave him the same warm, connected feeling he’d get when partners looked up at him during sex. He wanted to share with Eddie so many of the experiences and pleasures he’s enjoyed.
Eddie made a desperate sound and pushed at the base in his harness for a bit more stimulation.
Steve pulled off just long enough to go “Let me.” He’d learned the angles of pressure that worked for Eddie. He placed his hand where Eddie’s had been, but from a different angle, so Eddie could grind forward and meet some good resistance. Steve pulled back just enough to give Eddie some leeway to move as he needed to.
After a few pushes Eddie said, “This okay, baby?” Steve nodded, which made Eddie groan again. He loved seeing and hearing Eddie’s pleasure, the way his muscles tensed and the fine sheen of sweat on his skin. Eddie in his mouth, but also with a hand at the nape of his neck felt so good somehow, like he was giving himself over to his pleasure. Eddie’s firm grip felt good, but also he could move his head however he needed to, Eddie didn’t pull on him or restrict him at all. Steve wondered if with practice Eddie could be more demanding, just pin Steve between his cock and his strong hand. He moaned and squirmed at the thought.
Eddie settled into a rhythm of deep groans and grinding against the pressure of Steve’s palm. It was that same breathy, relaxed sound he’d started making sometimes since their shopping trip. Eddie was just able to sink into pleasure more now no matter what they were doing. The experience of having used it at least once had opened up something in him and he was more at ease with himself.
Steve watched Eddie’s face as he got closer, the gasps of breath, his mouth open, his skin flushed. Eddie let go of the window frame again so he had a free hand to stroke Steve’s cheek. Steve hummed in appreciation. He loved the intimacy of oral sex, how focusing on his partner’s pleasure made him feel so full of love. Eddie’s gentle touch on his cheek was a sweet counterpoint to the pressure in his mouth, the grip on his head. He was aching now, this felt so good. With his own free hand he started to stroke himself firmly, but slowly. He moaned around the hardness in his mouth. Eddie tilted his head and realized what Steve was doing.
“Fuck that’s hot.” Eddie’s voice sounded wrecked. Steve felt that predictable surge of pride. He couldn’t help it. He loved making his partners feel good, always, but with Eddie the feeling was deeper, warmer. Eddie’s pleasure meant more to him than anyone else’s had. He loved being able to give Eddie this.
Eddie gave a soft cry and pushed harder. He pulled his hand from Steve’s cheek to grab the trim again. He rolled his hips desperately and Steve pushed harder, giving him more pressure. Steve stroked himself a little faster.
Eddie’s body shuddered as he came. He cried out. And wonderfully, his hand behind Steve’s head tightened and pulled on his hair. The jolt of stimulation, not quite pain but sharp, made his pleasure more intense. God he wanted that again. Eddie pulled out and Steve immediately missed the feeling. He wanted Eddie back in his mouth and long strong fingers pulling his hair.
“You good, baby? You close?”
“Please… Eddie… please…” He needed those sensations back, to feel Eddie overwhelming him.
“What do you need? Want me back in your mouth?”
“That and…” Putting words together was hard. Drops of come dripped down his cock. He was so close. Coming was going to feel good if he did it right now, but it could be so much more with the satisfying pressure in his mouth and Eddie pulling his hair again. “Pull… again.”
“Pull?” Eddie blinked him. He was mind blown with pleasure and holding onto the window frame like he needed it to stand. “Oh, did you mean…” Blissfully, Eddie pulled again. The feeling was electric. He groaned, very aware that his mouth was still open, wet.
“I think I got you,” Eddie pushed back in and then pulled his hair very slowly, letting the sensation build.
Pleasure burst forth in Steve. He could feel tears at the corner of his eyes. His cry would have been shatteringly loud if not muffled by Eddie in his mouth. His come hit his own stomach. When he stopped shaking, Eddie slowly pulled out again. He dropped his head and panted. Eddie’s hands soothed him gently, stroking his hair and skin. He leaned forward and let his forehead rest on Eddie’s thigh. He turned his face to feel hardness and smell Eddie’s scent, deep and woodsy. He was lost in the afterglow and the sweet feeling of being in Eddie’s hands. After some time, he didn’t know how long, he lifted his head again. He felt Eddie guide him to the mattress against the wall.
“Bed is way too damn far,” Eddie said. “Next time we pull it over so I can just collapse on it.”
Steve laughed and crawled up onto the bed next to him, feeling like a wet mess with come all over his stomach and hand. Eddie settled him under his arm.
Steve relaxed for a few deep breaths enjoying the feel of their bodies next to each other and then said “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? For what?”
“You needing to take care of me right after. Should have taken you to bed to zone out first.”
“Steve, that was perfect, and hot. I wouldn’t change a fucking moment of it. That felt amazing. God, I’m going to want to do that every damn day. Jesus, that got to you, too. I was worried you were uncomfortable at first. When I realized you were getting off on it… shit. That fucking worked for you, baby.”
Steve looked up and him, still a little unsure. Then Eddie kissed him and that pang of guilt melted away. They lay together for a bit, then Steve kissed his chest and reached over to grab some tissues to clean himself up. Eddie turned away as well. When they curled back up, Steve released he’d stowed the harness and was wearing his packer again, which made sense to him somehow. Steve pressed a leg between Eddie’s so they were tangled up together and he could feel that soft bulge against him.
They dozed for a while tangled up in each other. The light had faded when they woke back up.
“Hey,” Eddie was suddenly above him looking down. His grin was mischievous. “Why didn’t you tell me you liked your hair pulled?” He tugged on a stray curl.
“I didn’t know.” His voice was heavy and sleepy.
“What?”
Steve blinked and woke up a bit more. “If you’re surprised, imagine how I feel.”
“Wait, you’ve slept with more people than I’ve ever even met. You like trying things, all sorts of things. You’ve told me about getting caught in the school library and why you never want to mess about with candle wax again. The first pull was on accident. No one’s done that before?”
“I didn’t let them touch my hair.” Only once the words were out did Steve realize that was a bit too revealing. Eddie’s eyebrows jumped.
“You haven’t let any of them play with your hair? But you let me, and you seem to like it? Did I misread something?”
Steve took a deep breath and forced it out. “No, I just let you. I like your hands in my hair. I don’t let most people touch, and if I do not for long and don’t let them… mess it up.” How eager some partners had been to mess with his hair unsettled him, but he always found Eddie’s fingers in his hair comforting or electric, or both.
Eddie looked down at him. He seemed to be thinking. Steve really hoped he was just warm from sleep and not blushing.
“You really like me, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I think I’ve mentioned that.”
The devilish grin on his face softened into something else. He lay back down next to Steve. “Hey, I really like you, too.”
He reached over and took one of Eddie’s hands in his. Damn, he was really gone for this guy, and Eddie was starting to catch onto how hard he’d fallen.