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"Can I ask the most heterosexual favor of you, Harrington?" Eddie is conspicuously not looking at Steve, in the final throes of rolling a joint on his coffee table.
Steve frowns, before his weed-fogged brain can get a word of caution in edgewise. "Am I the most heterosexual person you could think of?"
Eddie's eyebrows shoot up as he side-eyes Steve. "I don't know, are you?" He shakes his head like he's trying to dislodge something. "Doesn't matter. Not why I'm asking." But his eyes stick to Steve a second longer, and Steve can tell he's just dying of curiosity.
"So what's the favor?" Steve asks. "Spit it out."
"I gotta change my dick piercing, man," Eddie says with a little laugh. "I was, uh, seeing somebody when I got it pierced and I don't fuck with it very often, so I… don't know how to put the ring in by myself." He sneaks a look sideways and unfortunately, Steve is too high to moderate his absolutely gobsmacked expression. "I mean, I know how to put it in! I just need…" He scrubs a hand over his face, and Steve wonders if that's comfortable with all the skull rings and shit. "An extra hand." Eddie winces spectacularly as he drops the new joint into the coffee table drawer.
"You have a dick piercing?" Steve finally sputters.
"Oh," Eddie says. "Yeah."
Steve thinks he recovers pretty quickly from that. (That's the only thing he has going for him in Hawkins: he gets back up.) "Uh, I guess? You sure you don't mind me touching your dick?"
Eddie turns and coughs, and, like he's trying to retroactively blame it on weed, plucks the smoking ass end of the last joint out of the ashtray and takes a fat hit. "No," he finally says, clearing his throat. "I don't mind." Is he blushing? That feels too much like wishful thinking.
Eddie offers him the joint, and Steve watches him intently as he smokes. "I got it to impress somebody," Eddie admits with a sheepish chuckle.
Steve echoes the gently embarrassed laugh, thinking about all the idiotic things he's done to impress people: Sneak into a second-story window, hammer a baseball bat full of nails, pick a fight with eight demodogs at once, knock a Russian out with some kind of phone thing, dive into a fucking lake to save his ex and best friend and also this random guy that Steve thinks he might be into. Paying someone to put a hole in his dick was notably not on that list. "Did it work?"
Eddie grins and nods, winking sidelong at him. "You bet. But I also just like it."
"Then you should learn how to take care of it!"
"Oh my god, Steve, did you just use your dad voice on me?"
"Am I wrong?"
"You just used your dad voice on me."
"Shut up, Munson, or go touch your own dick."
Thankfully, Eddie is too genuinely tickled by this to make it weird. "Okay but for real, yes or no?" he finally asks, standing and stretching.
"Sure, man," Steve chuckles, casually, like he hasn't thought about Eddie Munson's dick every night for a week. He didn't have the nerve to imagine it with a piercing. "Now?"
Eddie nods, and jerks his head. "Come here," he mutters around the joint, and starts undoing his belt before he's even out of the room. Holy shit.
Steve stumbles to his feet after him. He stops to wash his hands in the very clean but very shitty sink. This gives him enough time to ask himself, What the fuck? and to notice a mug at the edge of the sink that says "Women Want Me. Fish Fear Me."
"Steve! Where did you go? This thing's not big enough to get lost in."
"I'm washing my hands so I don't give you something!" Steve calls back.
"Give me something?" Eddie screeches, coming back out of his room. "Oh my god, how many STDs do you have?"
"None," says Steve defensively.
"Really? King of Hawkins? Congratulations." Eddie slaps him on the shoulder as Steve squeezes past him into his room.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Steve mutters, fully expecting no one to answer.
"It means, that's a lot of good rolls," Eddie snickers.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Steve asks, a note of real annoyance creeping into his voice.
"Stop, I'm sorry, fuck," Eddie giggles helplessly, clinging to his shoulder as if asking Steve to help him weather his own excellent sense of humor, but Steve just rolls his eyes.
After he's remembered how to sit up, Eddie wipes his eyes on his sleeves and drops his pants.
Steve tries not to sprout an erection, with only partial success.
His underwear is plain, nondescript black, hiding the real shape of anything inside. Not that any kind of preview could possibly have prepared him for the real thing, but if he'd had a little more warning, he might not have audibly gasped at the sight of the massive bull ring right through the tip of Eddie's dick. Steve's boner should die on sight. The thought of something so horribly, intimately invasive and permanent should turn him the fuck off.
It doesn't. In fact, he gets harder.
Eddie laughs. "Impressed?"
Steve blushes, but tries to laugh it off. "I just… haven't seen a dick piercing before."
"I'll be honest, Steve, that doesn't shock me," Eddie chuckles as he grabs the ring, to Steve's visceral horror, and starts fiddling with the ball. "Hold your hand out? For the bead." Steve obeys, and Eddie takes the ring in both hands and twists until the bead pops out into Steve's palm. "Thanks."
Steve nods mutely, and continues awkwardly cupping this tiny ball bearing that is warm from the heat of Eddie's penis. He's so miserably, grossly hard.
He winces, jerked back to the present by the sight of Eddie twisting the ring farther open into a little spiral.
"Alright, now, can you—?" He shoots an apologetic grin at Steve, apparently unable to say Hold my dick with a straight face.
Steve gently holds Eddie's dick more or less upright while Eddie carefully, carefully eases the metal spiral out, hisses as the end comes out the tip, and Steve glances sideways to see his eyes watering furiously.
"Forgot lube," is all Eddie says, his voice a little strangled.
Steve is morbidly curious. "Does it hurt?"
"No, it's just—a lot," Eddie hisses.
Eddie's dick pulses in his hand. Steve finds himself completely incapable of shutting his own gaping mouth. Eddie chuckles, still sounding near asphyxiation. "Sorry. I, uh, you know. Stimulation."
"No worries," says Steve Harrington, while holding Eddie Munson's dick. What the fuck.
Their eyes meet—more like walk into each other—and Steve is very aware that he's just… cupping Eddie's dick, while Eddie stares back at him, fidgeting with this horrible enormous nightmare-inducing but also wet dream-inducing bull ring in his ringed, already distracting fingers.
Eddie clears his throat and leans over to his nightstand. Steve watches, before he realizes he should be pretending not to watch, as Eddie fishes a bottle of lube out of the drawer.
Oh my god. Steve looks away, too late, and then has to look back to make sure he's holding Eddie's dick nice and steady as Eddie holds the lube between his knees and swaps the old jewelry for a new ring, possibly even—
"Is that bigger?" Steve squeaks. "What is that?" A few seconds later, he feels mildly embarrassed by his outburst, but also justified. The new ring is definitely bigger, and Eddie has also produced some kind of spike that surely cannot be going into the piercing. That's what the ring is for. Right?
"Yeah, I'm stretchi—"
"Stop, stop, stop, Jesus!" Steve bursts out. "I changed my mind, don't tell me. Not until after."
Eddie laughs in a way that makes Steve feel like a stupid puppy. "Okay, Steve, relax. Nothing's going to hurt."
That's not the only thing Steve is worried about. If he gets any harder, it'll be obvious when he stands up, and he feels like he's going to have to stand up sooner rather than later. Steve watches through a cloud of mortifying arousal that Eddie must sense as he squirts lube into his palm and rolls the jewelry in what is probably an excessive amount of lube.
Steve can barely look—wouldn't, if he didn't have to (or maybe he would)—as Eddie pushes the spike into the business end of his dick with no sign of discomfort but a wrinkled nose.
There are signs of things other than discomfort. Steve tries not to react as Eddie's dick jerks in his hand again, and this time it doesn't stop after the first twitch. Eddie is focused and dextrous as he lines up the thicker spiral with the end of the spike and—oh, god, Steve understands. Another pulse of the cock in his hand as the ring follows the spike, and Steve has to readjust his grip around an actively thickening dick. Jesus Christ. Steve breathes in through his nose, out through his mouth.
"You alright there?" Eddie asks, grinning.
"Me?" Steve protests. "I'm not the one crucifying my dick." His very nice dick.
Eddie stops what he's doing in order to howl with laughter. It's such a nice distraction, the way Eddie's eyes squinch tight at the corners when he smiles like he means it.
"How are you so—so—"
"Calm?" Eddie suggests, as he gets himself back under control enough to steady his hands. He's still grinning, though, even as he squints down at the piercing and bends the spiral back into a circle. (Steve winces again.) He pops the bead into place and then unceremoniously drops his dick, leaving it in Steve's sole possession.
He's holding Eddie Munson's dick, which is not only mostly hard but leaking over Steve's fingers from his abused cockhead.
And then they're looking each other in the eyes (big oops) while Steve notably doesn't let go, and it's Eddie's turn to blush, blessedly.
"You hang onto that as long as you want," Eddie says with a shaky attempt at levity, "but you're off the clock."
Steve feels precum drip over his knuckle and between his fingers. He loosens his grasp but just slides his fingers up through it to gingerly stroke his slick finger around where the ring emerges from the underside of his dick. It's slightly off center, Steve can feel, and Eddie groans.
"Changed my mind," Eddie breathes heavily. "Hang onto it forever."
Steve leans clumsily sideways into Eddie and kisses him, which seems like a shocking thing to do but also the most fucking predictable he could possibly be. Eddie is more into it than shocked, but he's still very much both. He recovers quickly, though, and reaches up to grab a generous handful of Steve's hair to instantly fuck up.
Steve keeps petting Eddie's dick, which is dribbling precum over his fingers and Eddie's half-shucked jeans. "So wet," he mutters against his mouth, and Eddie grins.
"Gross, right?" he asks, delighted like he meant to say Hot, right? or Kinky, right? Yes to all three, Steve thinks.
"I wanna taste it," Steve says out loud on accident, and that's not what was supposed to come out, but he cannot imagine any universe, alternate or otherwise, where he would regret doing that.
Eddie moans. "Yeah, you do, big boy."
Steve blushes indignantly. "Shut up."
"What, you don't like 'big boy'?" Eddie asks with an easy smile, but he sounds like he could be disappointed. "I'm not making fun," he adds. "I'm just a really unfortunate sucker for jocks."
This surprises a laugh out of Steve. "It's just… too soon. After some shit went down junior year."
Eddie's eyebrows shoot up, and slowly fall back down as he grins, like he's just now remembering. Steve shuts his eyes so he can roll them at himself. Shit. "Want me to forget about some choice rumors?"
"I would love that," Steve says hopelessly. He would love to never think about, ever again, the night that had started with a harmless hookup at the drive-in and ended with him throwing away an empty condom with a wet patch of tears at his collar. He would also love to forget the way Cindy Chapman had turned it into a smear campaign against Steve's too-big dick. Now Steve understands that the whole thing was an indictment of his cluelessness and impatience more than his dick, but he still doesn't really care for size gossip, mostly finding it mean and gross.
"But if I did remember," Eddie chances, and Steve looks nervously at him. "I would say something crass about having more practice than a sixteen-year-old virgin."
"Jesus," Steve laughs, insecurity pretty well toppled by this ridiculous challenge. "Well, I don't have any practice, but I'm about to fix that."
This shuts Eddie right up, until Steve is on his knees at Eddie's feet and licking the precum off his own knuckles before guiding the ring (which, for the record, looks one thousand times bigger and more intimidating from here) between his lips. It's shockingly cold and heavy on his tongue, and Eddie smirks when he sees his eyes widen. Steve licks around the underside of his cock, exploring the already sensitive area made even more fragile, which wipes the smirk gratifyingly off of Eddie's face.
Steve follows the ring up to the tip, tonguing curiously at the ball. The ring swings to the side, and Eddie gasps, but clearly not in pain. He lets the gasp back out when Steve reaches the tip, nudging the place where the ring disappears into Eddie's body with the tip of his tongue. Steve doesn't even understand what this does to him. He thinks about having something so deep inside him but still so accessible, something so—
Eddie's cock squirts precum onto his tongue.
"Jesus H. Christ, Stevie," Eddie says softly, clearly trying his damnedest not to squirm.
Steve feels precum drip down his chin and licks it up. He actually kind of adores the taste. At first it just tasted like lube, but he licks that away and the precum just keeps up a sluggish ooze up around and down the metal ring.
"You're so wet," Steve says again, his voice rough. "I don't… Is that—normal?" He winces way too long after it comes out of his mouth. "Sorry, I just mean—"
Eddie laughs, but not at him. "No, that's a piercing bonus. Changing it out makes it even worse, I guess." He shrugs and smirks down at Steve, almost coquettish. "So does getting really good head."
Steve preens a little even though he's mostly just curious and trying things he knows or thinks he'd like himself. So he just gives Eddie a coy little smile with his mouth full of dick, and hopes it looks as erotic as it feels. Of course, it's hard for anything not to feel erotic right now, considering how fucking turned on he is.
Speaking of, he sneaks his hand between his legs, only for Eddie to hook his ankle around Steve's wrist and shove it aside. "No way. I'm waiting my turn, but I want to blow you," he says, a note of uncertainty bringing up the rear of the sentence as he realizes his mouth is getting ahead of him.
This just makes Steve even more uncomfortably hard, but he groans and nods. He keeps mapping out Eddie's unbelievably novel dick with his tongue, noticing with great interest which things make his stomach go tight and his breath stop and start.
After he sloppily licks up the precum sliding down the underside of Eddie's dick, his tongue lingers there, rubbing insistently under the head. Eddie finally snaps. "Steve, I don't know if this is how you eat pussy or what, but I swear to god, if you don't stop fucking around, I'll die."
Steve glares up at him, affronted. "Do you not like the way I'm touching your dick, Munson? You wanna do it?"
Eddie shakes his head vigorously. "Nope, it's fantastic. No notes." He's trying to use puppy eyes on Steve, and considering how manic and beady he remembers thinking Eddie's eyes were when he had a bottle to his throat, it's working way better than it has any right to. "Please, baby."
Steve shivers at baby. "Okay," he relents, disarmed by the earnest want. He seals his mouth over the head of his cock and starts to jerk him off. He's more gentle with the sucking than he would be if he hadn't just watched Eddie impale his dick, but Eddie doesn't mind, based on the way his hands have fisted tight in his hair just to keep him exactly where he is.
Precum drips down the back of Steve's throat and he moans, squeezing tighter and working his fist over Eddie's really nice dick.
"Steve," Eddie moans, "oh, Jesus!"
On the best or worst whim of his entire life, Steve pulls off with a pop, and jerks Eddie off in the general direction of his open mouth like it's the end of the world. His eyes don't leave the secret, horrible little space where the metal ring emerges from the tip of his cock, and then ribbons of cum are spurting sloppily out around it. Some of it catches on the ring and drips down Steve's wrist, and the rest of it sprays all over Steve. Literally sprays. The ring is practically a fucking sprinkler system. Steve admittedly didn't give this much thought, but he assumed he would catch most of the mess himself, if not necessarily in his mouth. But no. Cum goes wildly afield, everywhere. It's on the bed, on the carpet, on Steve, on Eddie.
"Jesus fuck," Eddie breathes. "Oh my god," he says louder, and he looks mildly horrified. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"
"Oh come on, I'm not that stupid," Steve complains, but he's grinning. "I wanted to see." He looks around them and winces. "I didn't think it was going to make that big a mess, though."
Eddie lets out a hoot of disbelieving laughter and pulls him up from the floor. Steve lets go of his softening dick and remembers how hard he is just as Eddie slams face first into him, kissing and licking up the cum on his face. "Christ," he pants as he pulls back, wild-eyed. Now there's cum smeared around his mouth too, only visible as more than a shine against his pasty skin because he's flushed pink. "That was the hottest thing that's ever happened to me."
Steve flashes a wide, smug grin down at him, but he runs a casual hand through his hair and full-body flinches when his fingers catch in sticky cum.
Eddie pulls Steve into bed and rolls them over before kissing him some more. He's sloppy with haste and eagerness, dragging kiss after kiss from Steve's swollen lips. "Can't believe you just—did that," he pants into Steve's mouth.
Steve laughs, a little embarrassed. "Sorry I didn't ask."
"Are you apologizing to me for sucking my dick?" Eddie demands, "or for making me come all over your face?" He doesn't wait for an answer. He shoves Steve's shirt unceremoniously up to his armpits and just admires the view for a second. "You don't need aaaany help," he says, "but if you wanted to get even hotter, you could get something pierced too." The grin he shoots up at Steve is pure mischief, but Steve has a feeling he's dead serious.
"No way in hell," Steve says, but he gasps and arches his back in the most incriminating way possible when Eddie rubs firm circles into his nipples with the pads of his thumbs. Nobody's ever touched Steve there, not like this; it's literally never occurred to him.
Eddie chuckles, but it's low and full of heat. "We're gonna come back to this," he promises. "But I have priorities." He leans down to briefly, mind-blowingly suck one nipple into his mouth and pulls off with a pop. Steve jerks underneath him, letting out a shocked, churned-up lungful of air.
Eddie looks like he wants to change his mind, his eyes greedily eating Steve up, but he scoots down his body and slides his belt off, practically vibrating with impatience. When he finally gets around to unveiling Steve's dick, he just sits there and stares and honest to god licks his lips. He doesn't say "wow" or "big boy" or anything, because he doesn't need to. Finally he says, "Lucky for you, I'm a liiiittle bit of a size queen."
Steve snorts, covering up his relief. "Are not."
"Okay fine, I'm just saying I have a lot of fun with a lot of dick," Eddie says. His eyelids are drooping in an extremely sexy way over huge pupils, and Steve can hear a new burr in his voice. He licks his finger and thumb and runs a slick finger up the top of his cock as he stands it up.
Steve watches him, fascinated, like it's a foreign movie. Subtitles aside, there's some kind of fundamental difference in the way Eddie touches him. Steve's not even sure whether it's anything Eddie's doing, or if Steve just has too many vague, contradictory ideas of what it means to be gay floating around in his head.
Sucking Eddie off felt different, but there are plenty of reasons for that—Eddie's different. He just also has different equipment than Steve's used to, and he's modified it. Steve thinks he must have done an alright job regardless, though he barely even remembers what he did already. After a certain point, it was all instinct and lust, and he just completely focused on how Eddie looked and felt and tasted rather than what Steve thought he would like. (Steve realizes this is a dick move, but also figures no harm, no foul if Eddie enjoyed it as much as he seemed to.)
Eddie is most definitely paying attention to how Steve reacts to things. Sure, he starts with guesses, but Steve's noises are a pretty reliable compass. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that Steve fucking loves the way Eddie presses his sticky thumb to the tip of his dick and rubs the precum down his slit into the viciously sensitive underside of the head. He squeezes gently and milks a fat drop of precum straight into his mouth.
"Jesus," Steve says, and he sounds as bone-tired as he is. He worries briefly that Eddie won't think he's into this, and then realizes what an idiotic thing it is to worry about, when he started this, kind of aggressively, and Eddie's already gotten off anyway. To say nothing of the way his dick is drooling for it.
Eddie just grins impishly up at him and slips his mouth over the head of his cock. Steve watches in abject horror and dizzy admiration as inch after inch vanishes into Eddie's mouth and then down his throat, smooth as his first ride in the Bimmer.
Steve's whole body goes rigid, shocked and spooked by pleasure that feels like a slap in the face, violent and disorienting but good—maybe the best thing he's ever felt, honestly. "Holy shit, Eddie," he wheezes. "Watch it or I'm gonna—fuck—"
Eddie ignores him, or maybe it's a direct response to his pleas to the contrary, because he just pushes his nose into the almost ticklishly sensitive skin above his cock, and lets out a huff of breath that tickles the hair there. And then he swallows.
That's it. Steve's gone. Nobody's ever gotten all of him down, let alone swallowed repeatedly around him until he completely involuntarily took two handfuls of hair in his fists and came hard down their throat.
Nobody but Eddie.
"Oh my god," Steve finally hisses as his body relaxes into a puddle in Eddie's bed.
Eddie pulls off, red-faced and coughing but grinning like he's either about to brag or make fun of Steve's stamina. (Steve thinks either one would be perfectly fair.) "You're gonna have to try harder than that to scare me off."
"What, like get a dick piercing?" Steve croaks.
Eddie smirks. "If I thought there was any chance of that, I'd pester you day and night." He crawls back up Steve's body and scrapes his teeth lightly over his nipple. "These, on the other hand…" Steve jerks and tries to breathe normally as Eddie pinches at the other one. "I don't think I can help myself." His tongue circles the tightening nipple and he reaches up for Steve's hand. "They're fun, promise," he murmurs, tucking Steve's hand up under his shirt to brush over the barbell threaded through his own nipple.
"Oh my god," Steve whines, sliding his other hand up Eddie's shirt to discover with delight that the other one is also pierced. "Why would I do that to myself when you're right here?"
Eddie gasps and tries to pretend he didn't when Steve pushes his shirt up and rolls them over. "Jesus Christ, Steve. Making me wish my tongue was pierced."
Steve groans quietly as he plays with Eddie's chest, flicking his tongue against the balls and then just taking his nipple in his mouth and sucking.
"Steve," Eddie hisses, sounding almost scandalized. "You're gonna get me hard again."
"That would suck," Steve says, barely stopping to speak.
Eddie laughs, clipped and a little wheezy. "You're actually crazy, you know that? Spring a handjob on a guy after helping him change his dick ring, make him come all over your face with no warning, and then get him hard all over again ten minutes later. Jesus H. Christ."
Something about hearing his own recent behavior summarized out loud makes Steve simultaneously hot and a little embarrassed. He scoots back up to kiss him, loose and easy. "Dude, I've been thinking about going down on you for… so long. I've been fucking dreaming about it." He winces as it occurs to him that the target audience for that kind of comment is definitely Robin, not Eddie himself. "Was that weird to say? That felt w—"
"Definitely weird, definitely love it," Eddie says quickly so that he can kiss Steve again. It's harder and messier—it's hornier, somehow. How does it keep getting hornier? "So, uh, what'd you dream about?" Eddie finally asks after he's gotten his knee-jerk reaction out of the way.
Steve gives a nervous little laugh, but Eddie reminds him how into this he is by grinding his mostly hard dick into his thigh, and then wincing slightly with a moan. "Oh, shit, okay," Steve capitulates instantly. "It was one of those weird dreams that makes no sense, but—you were a vampire, but like, it was a secret."
"Closeted vampire," Eddie says quietly, and Steve eyes him curiously, trying to read his tone. "Excellent," he clarifies, grinning. "Please, continue."
"Well, I knew, obviously, and apparently, vampires can't break and enter." (He just learned this from Dustin two weeks ago.) "They have to—"
"—be invited, yeah."
Steve looks more surprised than he means to, because Eddie covers his mouth.
"That's pretty entry-level demon lore, Steve," he chuckles, making a flattering but useless attempt not to laugh.
"Anyway!" Steve blurts. "My parents didn't know about your… condition, so they just invited you in. And I was freaking out, but then at some point we all just forgot about it, I guess, and I just wanted them to leave so we could skinny dip."
Eddie gasps. "I forgot about the pool!"
Steve shrugs sheepishly.
"Sorry, great news, carry on," Eddie mutters.
Steve shrugs again. "And then we finally got to skinny dip and I sucked you off on the edge of the pool until you came like a bunch of times." He feels his cheeks get a bit hot. "That dream actually made me come. I woke up gross."
"Fuck yeah, you did, oh my god." Eddie breathes, looking kind of shell-shocked for a second. And then he perks up, a grin plucking at the corners of his mouth. "Well? How'd the real thing measure up?"
Steve can't stifle a grin. "Better. Definitely way better."
"I still want you to blow me multiple times in your pool."
"I can do that," Steve says. Holy shit. "But since we're down a pool…" He gets Eddie's cock out, which is easy because he never even pulled his pants all the way back up, and it's a dripping mess already. Steve licks him clean (clean er, anyway) and smirks at the little noises that come out of the back of Eddie's throat, like he's trying to keep them to himself but it's not working.
Steve reaches up to tweak one of Eddie's nipple piercings and Eddie jerks, his cock bucking in his mouth as he tries not to move his hips.
"Fuck, Steve," he sighs raggedly, sliding his fingers into his hair.
Steve tries to pay better attention to Eddie this time, but the ring is literally the world's biggest distraction ever. Eddie is the world's biggest distraction.
"You're so hot," Steve complains.
Eddie winks. "You complaining, Harrington?"
Steve shakes his head. "Definitely not."
"Me neither," Eddie purrs. His hips kick up just enough to kiss the roof of Steve's mouth with his cock. The ring is not nearly as cold as it was, but it's still weird to feel the metal slide up his tongue, bumping up against his palate.
Steve pulls off and swallows nervously. "Will you make me gag on it? Just once, just to see if I… like it. It's hot, but I don't know what it feels like." He's babbling, he realizes as he looks up at Eddie.
"Steve, pinch me."
Steve pinches the inside of his thigh, and Eddie jumps.
"Fuck! Okay, thanks for the motive."
Before Steve can ask, Eddie's cupping his skull and fucking into his mouth. Just once is enough to blow Steve's mind. As soon as he gags, something in his brain turns off. Or on. His whole body goes easy, and he looks up at Eddie and just nods, his eyes already drooping.
"Jesus, Steve," Eddie says reverently, and fucks into his mouth again, just the once. Steve gags, and spit runs down Eddie's dick. "I'm close, so if you don't want me to come in your mouth, tell me. Like right now."
Steve nods, then shakes his head, then nods again. He never pulls off of Eddie's dick, which gets the message across. Instead, Steve gets his lips around the head of his cock and sucks, licking persistently as Eddie's cock drools a steady stream of salty-sweet precum onto his tongue.
"Oh shit," Eddie groans, and then the taste is aggressively salty, painting Steve's tongue in splashes. "Jesus fuckin' Christ." It's forever until he finally goes limp, forever until Steve pulls off his dick, coughing despite his best efforts. Once he's got his pipes figured out, with his eyes still watering, he leans back in to suck Eddie's cock—the ring, specifically—back into his mouth.
"Fuck me," Eddie says loudly. "You are having too much fun with that."
"No such thing," Steve chuckles, letting Eddie's dick flop out of his mouth.
Eddie laughs, breathy and resigned. "You know what things you're not supposed to do with a newly stretched dick piercing? Jerk off or get blown."
Steve winces, but he can't bring himself to be all that sorry. "Worth it?"
"Definitely."