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Eddie rubbed his palm against his thigh. It stung with that last slap. Steve's cheek was bright red, his eyes blown out and wet, and the constant low thrum coming out of him was like he was stuck in a moan.
He was on his knees at the grassline of his backyard, Eddie on the edge of cement looking down at him. He was all tan skin and brown eyes shining almost yellow in the sunlight.
His dick was huge and hard and red, hung down low in front of him because it was too goddamn big to do anything but drop.
He didn't touch it. He never did. “Such a sweet boy.”
He licked his lips. Nodded. Blinked up at Eddie.
“Too dumb to talk to Daddy? So soon, babydoll?”
Steve's mouth stayed just a little gaped open and his tongue poked out to rest on his bottom lip. The red mark on his cheek was welting up a little. The shapes of Eddie's fingers bubbling inside the heat.
Eddie pouted down at him. Traced the outline of his index finger. Watched Steve's skin pebble with goosebumps because of it, despite the burn of the sun.
“You know what Daddy loves most about you, sweetheart?”
Steve kept his fingers tucked between his own thighs and calves, locked in on himself, and shrugged at Eddie.
“How much you're willing to love. How much of yourself you give to everyone, no questions asked. Don't you think that's so nice of you?”
Steve whined. Nodded. Squirmed on his knees.
“Or maybe it's how brave you are? You're so strong, aren't you babydoll? Willing to fight anyone, anything, for your family, huh?”
He nodded hard. His dick jumped. Eddie smiled down at him.
“My pretty baby, you know you're gorgeous, that one's too easy, isn't it?”
Steve swallowed. Blinked up at Eddie. All glassy, wet eyes.
Eddie reached out to scratch his fingers through Steve's hair. “My perfect little girl, aren't you? You get so far away with Daddy. Lose everything else in that head but me, huh?”
And Eddie could see it on his face, the way his mouth opened and snapped closed just as fast, the way his brows pinched together. He was working real hard to get something out. He sighed. Made a noise in his throat. Whispered, “Daddy.”
“I know, babydoll, so perfect for me, aren't you?”
Steve nodded. His dick jerked. His face looked like it burned and his chest kind of heaved as he breathed hard.
Eddie was hard, too. Could feel the ache of it simmering in his gut. His stomach was wet, his dick leaking, the whole waistband of his jean shorts drenched with it. Ruined across his entire stomach and not just where the head of his dick poked out.
It was all hidden under his shirt from Steve, but he could feel how sticky he was.
Steve had been on his knees going on an hour. The grass was plush and soft, so Eddie was willing to keep him there. He was going to glow golden tomorrow. The sunblock worked hard, but his skin seemed to slip into an easy tan with any amount of time outside. He didn't even have any tan lines anymore.
Eddie crouched down in front of him. The thrum of ache in his side was dull today, barely noticeable if he didn't move too fast. He kind of wanted to keep it that way if he could.
“You want sweet? Curl up with Daddy?”
Steve's forearms twitched like his fingers were flexing where they were tucked into his legs. He huffed air at Eddie. Shook his head.
“No?” Eddie asked.
“Uh uh.”
Eddie smiled. Reached out to trace the line of Steve's throat.
“You wanna cum?”
Steve shrugged.
Eddie smiled bigger.
“You want Daddy to cum.”
Steve grunted. Nodded.
“Okay, I can cum for you.”
Eddie sat back, let himself fall into sitting on the cement of the pool deck and reached for his button.
Steve gasped. Jerked forward a little. Caught himself and frowned.
Eddie eased out of his shorts, lifted his ass to push them down, and kicked them off to the side.
Steve's eyes were glued to his dick.
He pulled his shirt off, too. Tossed it towards Steve. The fabric caught on his dick, hung there, dragging it down lower. Steve moaned.
Eddie wrapped his hand around his own dick and Steve grunted.
“Huh?”
Steve narrowed his eyes. Eddie stroked himself, one long, even motion. Steve grunted again.
“No?” He asked. Smiled at Steve all sweet.
Steve was frowning. Little winked between his brows, all furrowed out. He shook his head.
“I thought you wanted Daddy too cum for you?”
He ran his thumb over the head. Still leaking. Wet and soft. It was too sensitive and his hips jerked involuntarily. So dark and swollen.
“Me,” Steve whispered.
“You, not Daddy?”
Steve whined. Shook his head and his whole body tensed and the muscles in his arms rippled.
Eddie leaned back on one elbow and stroked himself on a loose, loose fist. He knew what Steve wanted, but he was so sensitive already, balls tight up against him regardless of the heat. On edge, really
“Help Daddy,” Steve worked out and he smiled a little like he didn't realize he was doing it, like he was proud of getting the words out.
“Oh, you want to make Daddy cum?”
Steve nodded hard. Eddie smiled at him, watched his dick bounce.
“Why didn't you just say so, sweetheart?”
He slid his hand from his dick and ran a flat palm across the wet mess on his stomach. He could see the way his breath caught in the jerk of his stomach.
Steve watched. Frowned. Wanted.
“That's so, so nice of you, babydoll. Just so sweet.”
Steve whined. Nodded hard. Wiggled on his knees a little.
Eddie smiled. Brought his feet up so they were flat and his knees putted high. He spread his legs. Watched Steve. Dragged his fingers through the mess on his stomach. Steve couldn't look away.
He grunted again.
Eddie laughed. Scooted himself forward a little to get closer to Steve so he could stay in the grass.
“You're so sweet to offer, babygirl, just so sweet.” He watched his dick ooze onto his stomach. Was too close to Steve so he couldn't see his anymore. “Why don't you eat me?”
Steve's eyes flashed up to his face and he nodded too fast.
Eddie laughed and leaned back on his elbows. The cement was rough, gritty but not too hot yet. He opened his knees wider.
Steve looked from Eddie's face, too dick, his ass, whatever he could see, and then back up to Eddie's face again. He looked down at his own dick.
“You cum, you don't get to touch me.”
Steve whined. Nodded. His stomach jerked as he breathed too hard.
“Come on,” Eddie said.
Steve laid himself out on his stomach. All pretty long limbs and gold skin. He didn't hesitate. Reached up to spread Eddie open with his hands and leaned down to lick right across his hole.
Eddie hummed. Steve’s eyes dropped closed like he couldn't help it. He started with slow, solid licks. Tongue fat and wide against Eddie. Eddie smiled, couldn't help himself. “Not like a pussy, huh, sweet sweetheart?”
Eddie felt more than heard his answer.
“You know your way around a pussy too well, don't you, baby? And you looked so pretty licking Bird's clit for Andie, didn't you?”
Steve's hum vibrated through Eddie's skin. He got bolder. Pressed his tongue tighter in, rubbed Eddie's hole with it instead of licking at him.
It always took a minute, but when it felt good it felt good. Eddie felt himself relax. His muscles get soft. It was a weird kind of good, getting licked open. Softer than he was used to, more delicate and easy to lose in your head if you thought too hard.
He adjusted his hips to give Steve better access. Probably looked stupid as fuck when Steve's eyes flashed up at him at the movement, but he pulled Eddie open tighter and pressed his face in harder and his eyes dropped closed again.
He was trying to push in. All gentle pressure that tickled its way through Eddie's stomach. He moaned a little, felt Steve smile against him when he did, so he did it again.
“How many pussies have you licked, baby? That why you're so good at it? Made Bird cum so fast, didn't you?”
He shrugged. Didn't know Eddie was smiling at him.
He pressed in, tongue tight in Eddie and he hummed. The slow pleasure was nice. Easy and felt good. He'd never cum from getting his ass ate before though.
“Bet that's all it is. Practice, right? You think Andie will let you eat her? So you'll be just as good for Daddy as you are for Bird?” Steve made a wet noise into him. “Hope so, huh? Cuz I'm not letting anyone else touch you.”
Steve whined and Eddie felt it in his balls. He groaned and Steve pushed his tongue in further.
“Is Daddy all wet for you, babydoll? You're doing so good aren't you?”
Eddie stomach was a fucking puddle. He could feel his heartbeat in his dick. Steve pressed in and out of him with slow, solid licks and he felt it in his bones.
Steve pulled back. Looked down at his hole, eyes serious and focused despite the glassy softness in them. And then he spit.
Eddie's head fell back with a groan. “I love when you're filthy.” He looked back down at Steve. “Use your fingers.”
Steve smiled, but it was down at Eddie's ass. Entirely focused. It wasn't until he was sucking his fingers into his mouth that he looked up at Eddie.
He smiled around them when he realized Eddie was watching him.
“Cute baby,” Eddie said.
Steve laughed a huff of air like he was too happy to keep it in. He brought his fingers down to Eddie's hole and pushed two in, palm up, without hesitation.
Eddie groaned. His head dropped back again. A small, barely there stretch. Mostly pressure. Hot and solid. And Steve learned well because he didn't pause before he started fucking Eddie.
A sharp pain, pressure. It was so good.
Eddie looked up. Tucked his chin to his chest to watch Steve. Steve pressed as deep as he could into Eddie then looked up to watch his face as he pressed up.
He adjusted, kept pressing up at different angles. Watched.
Eddie exhaled hard when Steve found what he was looking for. His lips quirked up in a tiny smile and his eyes dropped back down to his fingers in Eddie’s ass.
His rhythm was brutal. Hard and fast, pressed all the way in, rubbing at Eddie's prostate.
Eddie's head swarmed with it. Watching Steve Harrington devote every ounce of his attention to breaking you apart was better than any high. The burn, the sharp too much pleasure, it was so good, but Steve was better.
Laid out, feet kicked up behind him, crossed at the ankles in the air. Hair wild from Eddie ripping his fingers through it. Face soft and sleepy, but brows furrowed, focusing hard. He wad propped up on his elbows, one hand stretched forward, the rest of his knuckles were going to bruise Eddie's ass.
He was breathtaking. To down to talk and somehow still laser focused on fucking Eddie.
“Nobody knows how to make Daddy feel as good as you do, do they, babydoll?”
Steve didn't look up at him but his head jerked no.
Steve licked his lips. Eddie laughed. “Daddy misses your mouth.”
His lips dropped open, his fingers stilled for just a second as he shuffled himself closer again.
He licked at Eddie’s rim, where his fingers pressed in. Grunted. Shifted up to press his tongue hard behind Eddie's balls. Bettering Eddie's prostate from both angles.
The muscles in his thighs were twitching. His stomach was tight. Everything good and right and sweet in the world was curling up in Eddie's gut. He burned.
Could help but to push up into Steve. Felt him moan into him and grunted back.
“Fuck, baby,” he said. “Were made to make me feel good, huh? Perfect mouth made for Daddy, perfect fingers made to fuck me. Perfect throat made to fit my dick. All of you designed just for me.”
Eddie could never fucking shut up when he felt good. Didn't even remember half the shit he said usually but he's sure it was all fucked up.
He saw Steve's hips shift and reached down to yank his head up by his hair. “Don't you dare,” he said.
He stopped squirming. Grunted. Pushed against Eddie's prostate.
“Daddy cums first. Or I won't cum for you at all.”
He whined. “Mm mm. Mm mm. Mm mm.” Shook his head.
“Then be sweet and stop rubbing your dick in the dirt like a whore.”
Steve breathed hard. Looked back down at Eddie stretched open around him. Eddie dropped his hair and Steve was instantly licking across his balls.
He groaned. It was too much. Electricity up his spine, like a tickle in the worst fucking way. It was perfect. So good. So sharp. He jerks up against Steve's mouth.
“Jesus, sweetheart. I should just go thank everyone you've ever had in your bed, huh. Anyone who's ever used your mouth. Your fingers. Thanks for letting my babygirl use you. You were such good practice. He knows exactly how to make Daddy wet now. How to get me to leak for him.”
Steve's hips jerked. He moaned. It made all of Eddie vibrate.
“I swear to fucking god, baby. You cum in the dirt like a fucking animal I'm taking your fingers out of my ass and walking away.”
Steve pressed into him harder. His fingers, his tongue. Like he could force Eddie down.
“If you're so fucking greedy to cum, Daddy doesn't have to. Make a mess and see how long it takes til Daddy lets you touch him again.”
Steve grunted. Sucked at Eddie's balls. They were tight up against his body. Sensitive as fuck.
Steve's fingers were relentless. Ramming against his prostate, he lapped at Eddie's balls. Wide, open mouthed, and sloppy.
Steve's legs slid up under him, so he was hunched over on his knees, face down ass up. He had to turn his head and lick at Eddie sideways.
Eddie laughed.
Steve spread his legs so nothing was touching his dick.
It'd happened before. Steve had cum first when he wasn’t supposed to and Eddie had pulled right out of his throat, zipped his pants back up, pulled Steve into his lap, and let him latch onto his front while Eddie rolled a blunt around his back.
He'd cried. Begged Eddie to let him touch him. Whined about being patient and accidents.
Eddie hummed at him. Soothed him. Sat with a hard dick and a lapful of tears. Kissed Steve's cheeks and forehead and neck. Didn't give in.
And he could go days if he had to. Weeks, even. Pent up and on the edge. He’d wake up hard and fall asleep hard and drive to stops hard and ache with it all. Didn't matter. He liked that shit. It made him burn all over. Made everything in him staticky and raw. Made cumming whenever he finally let himself that much better.
Andie laughed at him. Called it tolerance breaks. Goofy.
Steve hated it. Could cum four times a day and was never happy. But he obviously learned.
“Aren't you such a good girl, baby. So sweet. So selfless and giving.”
And Eddie was close. Steve was bent over awkward and Eddie could feel how wet with spit his whole face was.
Eyes closed. In it. Dick hanging and red and huge. Hot.
“Don't stop sweetheart. M'gunna cum.”
Steve moaned as he sucked. Pressed in hard. Never broke rhythm. Eddie felt it all the way up his spine.
He ground down against his fingers, arched his back and came.
Steve gasped. Eddie's brain buzzed. He could feel himself clenching around Steve's fingers. His dick jerking against his stomach. Felt hot cum up his chest, across his neck.
He panted. Steve kept his fingers in him, looked up and whined.
“Cum in me,” Eddie said.
Steve panted. His dick jerked.
“Come on, babydoll. Before you embarrass yourself.”
He groaned and lifted himself up onto his knees. Awkward and clunky because he kept his fingers in Eddie.
He shuffled forward and Eddie hiked up his legs to rest them on Steve's thighs.
Steve leaned down and spit. Spit on his hand. Eddie felt it. Then he spit again, probably on his dick because when he did he slid his fingers out fast, and spread it all over his head..
Then he leaned a little and spit again on Eddie's hole.
Eddie hummed. Steve glanced up at him, lined himself up and pushed.
No give.
“Mm, dicks too big, sweetheart.”
Steve grunted. Pushed more. Nothing.
He pulled back, look up at Eddie and then down to his stomach. Blinked.
He reached forward and scooped across Eddie's skin. Dragged his hand to collect a sloppy gloop of cum and half the puddle his dick had oozed out before it got there. He rubbed it across the head of his dick. Reach forward for more and then rubbed in on Eddie's ass.
“Oh you're foul. You're going to fuck my own cum into me?”
Steve grunted. Lined himself back up and pushed.
It burned. The stretch too much to fast. He groaned. Tensed everywhere. Not even the whole head of Steve's dick was in yet.
He had to slide out and back in. Again. Push real hard. Eddie felt ripped open. Torn in half. Stupid in love.
Steve couldn't even get the head in, Eddie was too tight from cumming.
He pushed in as far as he could. The tip of him alone enough to make Eddie pant.
He came. He whimpered into it. Stared down at his dick. Eddie could feel the jerk of it. Feel the hot burn of his cum inside him.
“What a perfect boy. Just like that baby. So patient. Exactly what Daddy asked you for. You did so, so good.”
Steve reached out to Eddie, nasty slick hand, mindless, and Eddie reached up to lace their fingers together. Disgusting.
“Perfect, perfect baby.”
Steve was down for a while. Eddie didn't time it. He got them both clothes, cleaned them up, told Steve how perfect and wonderful and sweet he was while he did it.
Steve was non-verbal. Glassy and foggy and sluggish. He clung to Eddie, pressed his face into any bit of skin he could reach, held onto him with tight fists. Oh Eddie wanted to squeeze him until he melted inside Eddie's bones.
They were on the couch, Steve curled up on Eddie's lap, wrapped around him like a little sloth, when he started getting wiggly. Antsy.
Eddie smiled. Waited.
There was only so often when Steve got all squirmy.
“Daddy?” It was a whisper. Soft and cute.
“Stevie?”
He squirmed. Pressed his forehead into Eddie's neck.
“I have to go potty,” he whispered.
“Up we go,” Eddie said, tapping Steve's thighs.
“Mm mm.”
“No?”
“Scared.” His fingers were squeezing at Eddie's shoulders. Clenching and unclenching.
“What are we scared of, big boy?”
Steve grunted. A soft, disgruntled little sound. “I am not big.”
Eddie ran his thumbs over Steve’s hips. “Not big enough to go potty all alone?”
“Mm mm.” He shook his head against Eddie's neck.
Eddie wrapped his arms around him. Squeezed. “Daddy can help you.”
“Help me?” He squirmed.
“Mhm. Do you want me to come with you?”
Steve pulled back to look up at him. Eyes big and brown and wide. “Um. Yes.”
“Sweet boy, let's go.”
Steve squirmed and wiggled and stood in front of the toilet with his pants around his thighs, all clenched up and tight. Looking at Eddie with something desperate and sad on his face. “Can't do it,” he whispered.
Eddie was crouched down behind him, sort of off to the side, hands on Steve's hips.
“It's hard, huh?”
“Mhm.”
He was all tense and sharp and tight.
Eddie leaned his head against the side of Steve's thigh and thought. Stared down at the clear toilet water.
“Hmmm.”
He leaned back, reached for the cabinet door under the sink and grabbed the can of shaving cream neither of them liked. It was foamy and sticky and smelled too sweet.
He readjusted back into his squat and reached around Steve to spray it in the toilet, covering the entire surface of the water with blue foam. “Draw a picture,” he said.
Steve looked down at him. Wrinkled his nose. “What?”
“I bet you can't draw a dinosaur in the foam.”
“With my pee?” Steve whispered. All shock and disbelief.
“Uhhuh. I don't think you can.”
“I can draw a dinosaur,” Steve said. Thighs still tight.
“I dunno,” Eddie said. “It’s super hard like this. Big boy stuff.”
Steve stared down at the foamy water. Frowned. “But I can be big sometimes.”
“Mhm, you can.”
His hands were between his legs, all wrapped around himself, squeezing tight. “It hurts.”
“Gotta let go, baby.”
“Big.” He shifted on his feet.
“Gotta let go, big boy.”
“Okay,” Steve whispered.
He leaned in a little. Aimed. Squeezed his eyes shut tight.
It took a minute. Eddie gave him time. He wiggled. Tensed all his muscles and stood up on his toes. Tried to relax again.
He gasped and opened his eyes wide when he finally got there.
“Good job, Stevie,” Eddie said.
Eddie didn't laugh. Fought it. When he looked up, the look on Steve's face was all confused pleasure. He'd held it too long and it didn't help that pissing after sex felt too good sometimes. He was just too little to place it all right now.
Steve forgot about his picture. Let out a long slow breath as he let go, eyelids drooped down as he peed.
“That’s perfect, Stevie. Such a big boy.”
“Uhhuh,” he sighed.
Eddie buried his face in Steve’s thigh to hide his smile. There were goosebumps across his leg.
“Feels good,” Steve whispered.
“Held it so long, huh?”
“Mhm,” Steve hummed.
He stood in front of the toilet when he was done. Shoulders lax. Body goo. Eddie stayed quiet. Let him bask.
After a minute he shook, and Eddie helped him shimmy his pants back up.
He washed his hands. Clung to Eddie's back as he washed his. Then he wiped the counter down after.
“Can we color, please?” He asked, looking at Eddie in the mirror.
“Do we want coloring books, chalk outside, or should we just say fuck it and color on the walls?”
Steve gasped. His hand darted out to cover Eddie's mouth. “Daddy, no.” He shook his head. “That’s so bad.”
“You're right, we shouldn't color on the walls,” he said, all muffled by Steve's hand.
“Daddy that was a bad word,” he said.
“Oops.”
“Time out!”
Eddie dragged Steve's hands from his mouth to his shoulders. “You're gunna put me in time out?”
“That was a grown up word, Daddy.”
“Hey, I am a grown up.”
Steve narrowed his eyes. Eddie turned around to look at him. Squinted back.
“You are a grown up.”
“Yes.”
“So you don't need time out.”
“Not for this crime.”
“But we can still color on the walls,” Steve said.
Eddie gasped. Put a hand on his heart. “Stevie,” he said. “You're talking, like, full mess here.”
Steve giggled. Nodded.
Eddie hummed. He reached behind him to shimmy his hand into the drawer where they kept all little Stevie's stuff. Pulled out a box and handed it to Steve.
He scrunched his nose. Looked down at the picture. “Daddy where did you get wall crayons?”
“Santa.”
“No,” he deadpanned. “Santa would give those to me.”
“What? I'm old so I can't have fun.”
Steve stuck his tongue out.
“Oh, I gotta beat Robin up for that one.”
Steve giggled and clutched the crayons to his chest. “Daddy Robbie always wins.”
“You're right. It just isn't fair.”
“Will you color with me?”
“Of course.”
“In the bath?”
“Of course.”
He squealed and turned to start the tub.
“Wait for Daddy, I gotta go get stuff, okay?”
“Yes,” Steve nodded, reaching down into the water to wiggle his fingers in it.
Eddie grabbed towels, washcloths, and put on his swim shorts so he could get in with Steve.
When he got back, the water was half full, and Steve was turning it off. He'd stripped out of his sweats and opened the shower crayons and was waiting with them all lined up on the edge of the tub.
He looked up at Eddie, saw his swimsuit and his smile grew wide. “Daddy is getting in, too!”
“Yes.”
“Daddy, it's so warm and we're going to draw everything, and Andie taught me how to play tic tac toe and we can play that, too. Do you want to play tic tac toe with me?”
“Are you gunna let me win?” Eddie asked.
Steve giggled. Shook his head. “Daddy, that's not how you play games.”
“Fine, I guess I'll just have to try so hard.”
“You will do so good.”
“Oh, thank you.”
“Andie won every single time.”
“Well, that ain't right,” Eddie laughed.
Steve blinked up at him, took Eddie's offered hand and stepped into the water. “Andie is so good at stuff,” Steve said.
Eddie smiled. “She is, isn't she?”
Steve nodded and sat down in the water with a loud splash. God the bathroom was going to be a fucking wreck in no time.
“She is Daddy’s best friend.”
Eddie hummed. Stepped in, too. “Right after Stevie, of course.”
“I heard Robbie call her mommy once. Is she Robbie's mommy?”
Eddie tilted his head. “Yes,” he said.
“Robbie is so lucky.”
Eddie eased himself down into the water opposite Steve.
“She is, huh?”
“Yes, but I am lucky, too.”
“Oh, you are?”
“Yes because I have Daddy and he likes to color with me.”
“I do love to color with you.”
Steve nodded. He reached for the set of crayons, bundled them all up between his hand and chest. He looked down at them, neck all squished, chin to chest.
“I think Daddy’s favorite color issss–” he wiggled his fingers above the crayons, peaked up at Eddie, then looked back down. “Pink!” He tugged it out of his stack, had to readjust so he didn't drop everything, and handed it to Eddie.
“It is, it is, thank you so much, sir.”
“And I will use green.”
“Noce combo, good work.”
Steve gasped. “Daddy!” He set the rest of the crayons on the edge and swirled himself around to sit up on his knees. Water sloshed everywhere, out of the tub, all along the sides. “Daddy, with your color and my color we can make a perfect flower.”
“We can work together, huh?”
Steve nodded. He lifted his crayon to the wall and peaked over his shoulder at Eddie with a smile like he was doing something bad. When Eddie smiled, he drew a green line. His tongue poked out as he added a wobbly little leaf to it.
He smiled at it. Raised his crayon all the way up in the air. “Your turn, Daddy.