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"-lloooo? Earth to Harrington."
Robin chucks a spare marker in his direction, hitting him square in the face.
"Ow!" Steve dramatically rubs at his forehead. "Not the merchandise. Buckley. Come on."
She leans by the doorway, a playful look on her face.
"Whatever, dingus. I'm clocking out for lunch."
"Yeah yeah, I can man the ship or whatever the fuck."
"I was gonna ask if you wanted something. My treat for…y'know. The thing."
The thing being Steve now donning a skirt in place of shorts because of company policy Robin refuses to adhere to. He doesn't mind. It's not like anyone ever sees the bottom half of their uniform anyway. Or gives half a fuck.
Plus, there's an added benefit of feeling uncaged down there.
"Uh, no thanks. Not hungry."
Steve gets up from where he was lounging in the back of Scoops. He spares a quick look in the mirror to tease his hair and smooth down his clothes. He tugs down at the skirt that he now realizes is way too small for him. The bottom of his ass is barely covered by the flowy fabric.
"I'm sure you'll woo fair maidens just fine, Steve. Get out here." Robin tilts her head towards the front, inviting him over.
With one last strand fixed, Steve declares himself presentable enough to be seen by the general public. Top half-wise, that is. He still isn't sure how he feels about the thing, but he figures better him getting peeped on than Robin. He doubts many are interested in seeing what he's got under there anyway.
"Don't burn the place down while I'm gone." Robin smiles as she waves goodbye.
"Can't help that I'm too hot." Steve jokes back.
"That you are, sweetheart." A customer walks in with a ding of a bell.
Steve looks up from where he picked up his scooper.
A hot customer walked in.
"Oh, hi. I-Are you ready to um..set sail on-" Steve stumbles on his words. "Fuck it. What can I do for you today?"
In his defense, he rarely mans their ship. That was more of Robin's job. A smoking hot person to serve certainly isn't helping him out either, so screw him if he forgets the damn greeting.
The man taps his fingers on the counter, clad in thick iron rings. He eyes each flavor as Steve eyes him up, and then down. The guy is dressed in a band tee he doesn't recognize with a decorated vest on top. His pants are distressed and hanging thick chains. Metal glints on his face when Steve drags his gaze back up. A piercing settles just on the guy's left eyebrow.
Turns out, he's into punks now. Or metalheads? He isn't sure which fits better and frankly doesn't care. Not when the guy looks back up at him and Steve is caught.
Fuck.
He's wearing eyeliner, too. Dark, around the roundest pair of puppy eyes Steve has ever seen. He wonders how something can be so enchanting yet seductive at the same time.
Double fuck.
"What would you recommend I try, darling?"
Me, preferably.
"Butter pecan's pretty popular here, I think. We also have uh, strawberry. Y'know, the classics." Steve's mouth is dry.
"You think?" The man leans on the counter and starts playing with a strand of his hair. Curled, just in the way that makes Steve's cheeks redden.
"Mhm. I can give you a sample, if you wanna taste."
"Please. Butter pecan."
"Coming right up." Steve smiles as he sifts through the items stacked on their workspace, looking for the mini spoons.
He scrapes the nearly empty tin, gathering an amount larger than their usual sample size.
"Here you are." Steve hands it over to the man, or he intends to, before the tip of the spoon is suddenly wrapped in the guy's mouth. He's practically eating it right off Steve's hand.
The moan that resounds from him shoots straight to Steve's dick. He prays for his hard on to stop before it ends up lifting the little fabric that covers it.
"Good?" He smiles.
"Three scoops of that, if you please." The mans says as he looks up through his eyelashes. Steve would have given him the whole fucking tin for free just for that. He eyes the empty one displayed up front and figures the guy deserved a fresh batch anyway.
"Copy. Just gotta grab a new one from the back if you don't mind waiting?"
"Of course." The man mocks salute as Steve disappears off to their freezer.
It was terrible inside with shorts, even worse with a skirt. Though, he hopes it was cold enough to calm his dick from embarrassing him.
He scans through the flavors and finds Butter Pecan plastered just in front. He moves to pick it up. He regrets that decision five seconds later when his hands burn from the cold. He shuts the freezer door and opts to just drag it the rest of the way.
It was in his effort that he fails to hear the door to the front click shut nor the lock turn into place.
One moment he was pulling a huge container of ice cream, the next thing he knows, he's surrounded by warmth. A body is pressed up behind him. Somebody.
His breath hitches as his mind flickers through countless scenarios of what could be happening.
Was he getting robbed? Kidnapped? Were the Russians back?
It wasn't until that smooth voice reaches his ear that it all clicks into place.
"What'ddya have there for me, sweetheart?"
It's him.
The man pushes him atop the ice cream tin, bending him just right. Steve finds himself caged between tattooed arms, with one circling his waist.
A hand trails lightly over his stomach and Steve moans as a hot bulge is pressed into his ass, only a few layers of clothes in between. He grips tight onto the metal to restrain himself from grinding down on it, hips twitching instead.
"Naughty girl." The man's voice is nectar as his lips brush just behind Steve's ear.
Fingers trail along his boxers, feeling up his filling cock. He can feel himself leaking onto the fabric.
"S-stop, I-" Steve finds it in himself to spit out pleas despite it feeling so fucking good. "I don't-"
I don't want this.
He gasps as the man roughly cups his crotch and pulls up, almost lifting him. He saw the guy's biceps, but the ease at which Steve was brought to the tips of his toes with just an arm nearly has him stripping down naked.
"Don't what?"
The man gropes at the swell of his ass and Steve groans in lieu of a response. His other hand sneaks under Steve's shirt, exploring the expanse of his torso. It twirls at the hair nested on his chest.
"Words, pretty boy." The man teases as he pinches Steve's nipple in between his fingers. He opens his mouth but only a whimper comes out.
His boxers are pushed to the side as the man prods at his entrance, circling the rim but not pushing. He hears the familiar sounds of a zipper being pulled down and he braces himself to be fucked raw.
He feels the guy's cock throb in between his cheeks. It's hot. It's huge. He doesn't enter, no, not yet. Instead, he presses with just enough pressure against Steve's hole for him to feel every pulse from the outside.
He moans at the heat, hips grinding down even as his mind tells him that this isn't right. He doesn't even know who this person is. He doesn't want this.
But the man tugs at Steve's hair and begins sucking the side of his neck, leaving marks that Steve is sure will last weeks. It hurt so good and he feels lightheaded by the time the attack stops.
The man rubs at Steve's crotch again. His cock is burning, begging to be free.
"We won't need this anymore, now would we." It isn't a question. And as if the man hears his thoughts,
"Fuck!" Steve screams as his boxers come apart with a loud rip from his body. His skirt is flipped up. now exposing his ass and crotch in full.
"So fucking pretty for me."
He feels rough hands grab at his ass, squeezing and pulling at the flesh. He can't do anything but moan to the guy's handiwork.
"Stay put, princess." Steve's head is swimming and barely registers as the hands move to part his thighs, body fully complacent under the man's touch.
It isn't until he feels a hot tongue against his hole that Steve realizes what the man is doing. He's licked up slowly, tongue flattening and Steve hisses when he feels something burn cold.
Well, he didn't notice that little item before.
It laps and kisses wetly as his hole throbs, begging to be filled.
"Mine." The man says in between breaths as he dives into Steve. "Your pussy is mine."
"S'not a…p-" Steve mewls as a tongue pushes into him, past the tight rim of his pussy. He presses a hand over his mouth to suppress the noise lest anyone else hear them but it's quickly pulled away.
"Let me hear you." A kiss is pressed against his hole. "Let me hear," He groans as he sucks at his pussy, "How good I make you feel."
He licks and drinks at Steve's dripping hole, scissoring it open with thick fingers. He prods at Steve's insides, searching, until Steve violently jerks with a cry.
"Found you." The man smiles against him.
He pushes his fingers down on Steve's prostate and rubs.
"Mmnngh! N-not there-" Steve hiccups as tears prick at his eyes, lost in pleasure. His back arches and feels heat coiling up at his gut. Fingers come up to his nipples again, circling and tugging at them, all the while his g-spot is relentless prodded.
The finger start thrusting at a steady rhythm and Steve cries out as his thighs start trembling.
"Stopstopstop, please." He babbles, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he's fucked out by just the man's fingers. His pleas fall unheard as he's pounded into harder and his body jerks uncontrollably at every thrust.
Fuck. Fuck, stop. At this rate he's gonna-
"Nnnnh!" Steve curls as his cock squirts onto his skirt. It jerks and spurts come as the fingers continue to thrust up in him, milking his orgasm til he slumps onto the cold container.
Tears slide down his cheeks as the man doesn't stop even when Steve is clearly spent. He whimpers at the bud of overstimulation and reaches to stop the assault on his pussy. The man sees his attempt and cages both of Steve's wrists behind him with one hand as the other finally slips out of his hole and starts to play with his cock.
He flinches as the man circles his tip with a finger, spreading the come that dribbled down his cock.
"That feel good, pretty thing?"
A thumb rubs at his slit and Steve moans.
"Ahn! N-no."
His balls are cupped and played with as the man responds, "That's not what your clit is telling me."
A clit? But that's the thing girls have. He's not a girl.
"Aren't you? You're dressed in a skirt, moaning like a whore when I've barely fucked your pussy, baby."
"You like having your tits played with," he continues as hands come back to Steve's chest and he moans as his nipples are tugged and pinched.
The hands move down his V line back to the head of his leaking cock. "You're dripping, princess."
Steve sobs as the man continues to prod at his clit, stroking and tugging at all the right spots. It burns as he comes to another orgasm.
It hasn't even been five fucking minutes.
Steve barely registers as he's pushed down and his knees hit carpet. A hand cards through his hair and settles at its base.
"My turn." The hand tugs harsh and Steve's mouth opens in a breathless gasp. Just as it does, the man takes it as an opening to slide his cock down Steve's throat, He moans against the intrusion, shooting the pleasure straight up the guy's cock.
It slides down farther til he feels the head and something cold bump against the back of his throat and Steve chokes. He inhales against the man's crotch, musk permeating from the bundle of hair nestled at its base.
He could drink that fucking scent for eternity.
Steve moans as he's pounded into, throat gagging reflexively and pricking tears into his eyes once more. He places his hands against the man's thighs, feeling him up as his head begins to swim from the lack of air.
He's quickly pulled off, head lolling only to be steadied by a sharp tug. A whine is pathetically drawn from his throat.
"Look at me, sweetheart." The man says, hard cock looming over Steve's face.
His eyes are immediately drawn to the guy's dick.
Look, Steve is by no means small but this is different. This guy is fucking hung.
Not only that, he's pierced.
Steve wants to suck.
"Up here, darling." A tender hand finds his chin and guides his gaze to something shinier than silver. The most captivating pair of eyes Steve has ever seen.
"Now, did I say you could touch me?"
"Mnnh, wha-?"
He was allowed to touch?
The guy looks down to where Steve still has both hands on his thighs.
Oh.
That.
"You know better than to touch without daddy's permission, no?"
But Steve isn't listening. Not when the cock in front if him is so so close.
He can't help it.
He dives in and sucks the tip. Hard.
"Fuck!" The man sputters as Steve flattens his tongue against the piercing and works the cock back down his throat.
The hand finds its way back to his hair as leverage as Steve bobs on his dick, inhaling everytime his lips meet the base. His tongue works the underside, tracing the vein pulsing as fast as Steve's heart.
His hand creeps from the man's thigh to his sack as Steve's begins to work the load from it.
His wrist is ripped off by the guy's free hand as he hears,
"Hands to yourself, princess. Mmh!'
He hears that message loud and clear.
Steve pops off the guy's cock and kisses it all the way down to the base, finding his balls with his lips.
"Shit!" The man curses as Steve takes his sack into his mouth, both their moans mixing into the room.
He's guided back onto the leaking cock and Steve groans as he laps up the guy's pre. He hollows his cheeks as he takes the man down his throat, swallowing at its tip so he hears more unholiness spill from those lips.
It's not long before he feels it twitching against his tongue, a tell tale sign that-
"'M close." The man pants, and Steve takes that a sign to keep going. To go harder.
He slides himself up and down the man's cock as it throbs, hitting the back of his throat as deep as he can everytime. Tears spill down the side of his cheeks as his eyes flutter at the man's cock.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous."
Steve keens at the praise.
"Take it."
The man grabs hold of his hair tight and pounds into Steve at his own pace til his moans echo and his hips stutter erratically.
A gutteral sound is ripped from his throat as Steve feels thick hot nectar pour down his own. He swallows without a second thought, drinking down as the cock steadily pumps cum down his throat. A hand feels at where it bulges against the bruised, soft skin of his neck.
"Such a fucking slut, Harrington."
He's pulled into the man's crotch, eyes rolling back, and he drinks, too, the mark of musk and manhood.
"My slut."
Steve moans, nose pressed into his pubes.
"Mine."
He gulps down the last of the seed, expecting to be pulled off as the guy's cock softens.
Only, the man's hand is still curled into his hair and he's still pressed flush against the guy's crotch. He makes a sound of confusion at that.
"Mmhn, daddy needs to go. Be a good girl for me, 'kay?"
He needs to go? Go where?
"Mmngh!"
The putrid taste of piss floods down his throat and Steve swallows on instinct.
Steve's eyes shoot open as he chokes. His hands fly up to push himself off against the man's thighs but he's strong. He squirms and pounds his fists, anything to get away but the man keeps Steve's head locked onto his crotch as he continues to piss in him.
Steve whimpers, now actively spilling tears as he's forced to swallow. He feels it settling heavy in his gut, mixing with the warmth of spent cum.
"That's it, Stevie." The man pets at his hair, still streaming from his cock.
"Fuck," He pants. "So good for me."
He's still going. The gulps come one after another. Steve has never thought it possible to piss for so long.
A thumb swipes at the tears running down his face. He's struck with the thought that despite the situation, it almost feels…It all feels so tender, in a sick way. He feels cared for. Loved.
The stream slows, tapering off as Steve drinks the last of it. The man pulls out and Steve licks at his tip unprompted, making sure his daddy is clean even though he feels like a filthy whore.
He slumps against the man's crotch when he finishes.
He's exhausted, but he wants more.
It was all so, so good.
"You done yet, sweetheart?" The man cards his fingers through Steve's hair, soothing.
"Mmh. More. Please, daddy." He whines pathetically, eyes swimming in faint recognition of where he is.
A pair of lips capture his in a deep, wet kiss. Steve completely melts as the man moans into his mouth, slipping his tongue in to explore.
Despite being fucked out of his ability to think, he still has half a mind left to kiss back. He ignores the lingering taste at the back of his throat and instead floods his senses with him.
He moans as teeth drag across his bottom lip and tugs. He's kissed to his chin, down his neck where the first deep set of hickies lie. The man makes his way with his lips to the spot where Steve's neck meets his shoulder and bites.
He mewls because fuck did it hurt but he knows it wasn't hard enough to break skin. The spot is licked at, tenderly kissed over it as if to mask the pain.
Steve sighs when the lips find its way back to his. Kissing deep but gently. And god did Steve love it when he did that.
"You taste divine, sweetheart. How do you feel?"
"Good." Steve smiles. "M'kinda foggy right now but, 's nice."
"Oh shit. Was it too much? You didn't-"
"No, no. It was..fucking amazing, Eds. Really."
"I'll move us to the couch so you can lay down for a bit. That okay?"
Steve hums in response.
Eddie's arms support his back and loop under his legs to carry him, bridal style, towards the couch. Steve lets it happen.
He sighs contentedly, eyes fluttering when he's lied down on the Eddie's lap, head still buzzing with pleasure. Conveniently, next to his still exposed cock.
A hand finds its way back to his hair, carding through it in just the way Steve likes.
"Rest up, Stevie. I'll be here when you wake up."
"Mm. Love you, Eds."
"And I love you."
He kisses along Eddie's cock lazily and opens, inviting him in. Steve moans as it settles in his mouth comfortably.
So maybe he likes warming his boyfriend's cock in his mouth a little too much, sue him.
He falls asleep not long after as Eddie massages his scalp. Steve really won the lottery at this whole love debacle, he thinks.
He also really needs to thank Robin for the thing.
And find a way to get his hands on more skirts.