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There were many places Eddie loved. The record store on ninth. The log that was just far enough into the forest for Uncle Wayne to not see him smoking weed. The stage in the skeevy dive bar a few towns over where he could perform without getting booed at. But none of them came close to having his head between Steve Harrington’s thighs.
“Fuck, Eddie,” Steve gasped as Eddie circled his clit with his tongue. “Right there, right there, God--”
He flicked his tongue up. Steve’s hips jerked, but Eddie kept him in place with the strong grip he had on Steve’s thighs. His omega couldn’t do anything but take what Eddie gave him, and God, did Eddie have a lot to give. He could stay here forever, drinking in the sweetness of Steve's scents and the divine sound of his gasps and whines.
Steve’s hands flew to Eddie’s hair and pulled hard, making Eddie groan. He was more than happy to be pushed closer to Steve’s cunt, so happy he started circling Steve’s opening with two of his fingers, making Steve’s breath hitch. Eddie teased him for a few seconds before slipping his fingers inside.
Steve really started moaning then, which was a good thing. They were supposed to be leaving the house soon, to go to the halloween party Robin was holding. They probably should have left already, but Steve had put on a pair of ridiculously tight jeans and Eddie had needed to get his mouth on him.
He grasped at one of Steve’s tits, digging his fingers through Steve’s abundant chesthair. A lesser alpha wouldn’t like that Steve was hairy, but Eddie loved it, just like he loved every part of Steve’s body. He liked having a reminder of how manly his omega was. Steve put his hand over Eddie’s and threw his head back, panting hard.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Steve managed to say, but Eddie already knew that from how much his legs were shaking. “Eddie--”
Eddie crooked his fingers up hard, and Steve came with a shout, coating Eddie’s face in slick and squeezing the sides of his head hard enough to give him a headache. Eddie basked in it, slowly thrusting his fingers inside Steve as he rode his orgasm out. When Steve unclenched his legs, Eddie moved to kissing his thighs, leaving a few playful bites as he went along. He was a biter, sue him.
“Fuck,” Steve was still panting. “How’d you get so good at that?”
“I’ve had plenty of practice,” Eddie grinned up at him. Steve rolled his eyes, and Eddie decided to reward that sass by biting him harder. He didn’t even notice that his teeth were pressed to the scent gland on his inner thigh, not until the raised skin was breaking under his teeth and his mouth was flooded with the most delectable taste that had ever graced his tongue and Holy Shit.
Holy.
Shit.
Eddie had smoked a lot of weed in his life. He’d grown shrooms for a summer and snorted cocaine in a seedy bathroom and done ecstasy the one time he scrounged up enough money to drive to Indianapolis for a weekend and none of it had ever come close to the pure endorphins that were flooding his body right now. He was somehow simultaneously more grounded to his body than he’d ever been and floating on clouds. He was seeing in colour for the first time.
His whole world narrowed down onto Steve. His scent was strong, drowning Eddie in lavender and cherry soda, thick enough he could taste it. His skin was soft under Eddie’s hands and against his cheek, and oh, Steve had clenched his legs tight around Eddie’s head again. He was shaking, too, his whole body slightly rocking, and when Eddie looked up at him he saw that his head was thrown back.
He wanted to spring up and kiss him, but was stopped by the realization that his teeth were still in Steve’s thigh. He slowly unclenched his jaw and started licking up the pinpricks of blood that were forming, knowing instinctually that was the right thing to do. Then he pressed his nose against it, inhaling Steve’s scent. It was more intense than it’d ever been, now, and Eddie could sense some kind of change in it.
“--Eddie. Eddie. Eddie,” Steve was saying. How long had he been saying that?
“Yeah?” Eddie found the brainpower to respond.
“Did we just--” Steve had to stop to catch his breath. “Did we just get mated?”
“I, uh--” Eddie’s throat was suddenly very dry. “I think so, maybe?”
“Oh my God,” Steve’s pupils were blown wide. His hands were still in Eddie’s hair, grip tight.
“Yeah,” Eddie panted, still coming down from it all. “Holy shit, right?”
“Oh my God,” Steve repeated. “We did not just get mated. We can not have just gotten mated.”
There was an edge of panic in Steve’s voice, but Eddie caught it in his scent first. He could catch everything in Steve’s scent. The growing bitterness of panic, the sweetness of ecstasy, the blandness of confusion. Eddie prided himself on his ability to read scents (a keepsake from all those years he spent tiptoeing around his dad’s moods), but now Steve’s was instinctually obvious, now, like words on a screen.
“I thought it had to be on the neck,” Eddie said, truthfully. He may be a terrible student, but he was pretty sure he’d have remembered if one of the sex ed teachers told him otherwise. It was one of those things everyone knew; you mate an omega by biting the scent gland on their neck. He’d never heard of anyone getting a mating bite anywhere else.
“Me too,” Steve said, voice small. The bitterness in his scent was rising.
Eddie wiped his face off with the blanket before getting on his knees and cupping Steve’s face with his hand. He needed that bitterness to go away yesterday. “It’s going to be okay, Steve.”
“No, it’s not!” Steve’s breath started to quicken. “We have never talked about this!”
The last of the endorphins wore off, then, and Eddie was struck with the reality of what he’d just done. He and Steve had only been dating a few months. And sure, Eddie had been imagining a future of a little house and a life on the road and, later, some pups with great hair, but he’d kept that to himself. Steve almost certainly didn’t share those dreams. He was Steve Harrington; he had options.
“Shit, I’m sorry, Steve. It was an accident, truly,” Eddie said. “We can probably reverse it. They have… serums, or something nowadays.”
The bitterness in Steve’s scent increased sharply, enough to make Eddie’s nose burn. “You’d want to reverse it?”
“No,” Eddie said, instantly. The truth came pouring out; anything to make that bitterness go away. “No. I, um, I kind of really wanted it.”
“Me too,” Steve said. Right. Of course. Steve was the kind of omega to bite a bat in half. Why wouldn’t he be crazy enough to want to mate Eddie of all alphas?
“Really?” Eddie asked.
Steve nodded, smiling softly. Eddie kissed him, then, hard enough to make their teeth clash. Steve laughed and threw his arms around Eddie’s neck, scent sweet with nothing but happiness.
“Not like this, though!” Steve said with a soft punch to Eddie’s arm when they finally pulled away for air.
“Blame Hawkins High sex ed,” Eddie grinned. “What, did they think no alphas in the class would ever go down on an omega?”
“Maybe they don’t expect them to be biters,” Steve grinned back.
“You’ve never complained about it,” Eddie kissed the side of his mouth.
“Not until you fucking mated me!” Steve protested, and Eddie grinned wider as he kissed him again. As he kissed his mate. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to that.
“I’m going to need to call Robin,” Steve said when they broke apart. “Tell her we can’t come to the party. And then you’re going to bite me on the neck, and we’re going to talk about this.”
Eddie pouted. “You don’t like the bite I’ve already given you?”
“If you want to explain to Dustin why he can’t see my mating bite, go ahead.”
Touche. “It might heal. Seeing as it’s not the one.”
Steve groaned. “Don’t even joke about that.”
Eddie let him go, watching him as he went to grab the phone. His scent lingered in the air. Already, Eddie could scent a hint of his own leather and vinyl mixed into Steve’s, telling the world that he was mated. That he was Eddie’s. He hoped Steve’s scent had mixed into his own too.
Eddie would’ve liked to mate Steve properly, on a bed of roses surrounded by candles after a nice dinner, all of it. But he’d courted Steve during the end of the world; there’d never been a chance for anything to go “properly,” not with them. And when Steve came back, still naked and beautiful and Eddie’s, he couldn’t help but think that he’d done everything perfectly.