[ steve can feel eddie's hips lift, and he slows down, not wanting to draw anymore attention than this could. he sucks the head of eddie's cock, pulling, lips wet with pre-come. it dribbles onto his chin, and steve licks at it, the sweetness washing against the back of his throat. he then licks up the shaft, the tip of his tongue rolling over eddie's slit again. he wants him to come, he wants to swallow it, to prevent any evidence of what they're doing.
eddie's fingers are working the strings, and steve begins to hear the notes twist and become altogether new. this is just eddie - his chest rising and falling, a quiet whisper exiting his lips. he looks gorgeous like this, like he's trying so hard to be good. steve groans very quietly against eddie's cock, head bobbing quicker, hand working. ]
[It's a whisper, the quietest Eddie can make himself while Steve's nearly tormenting him with pleasure. It's a challenge to keep quiet but damn the reward is worth it, how Steve seems to be driving the music right out of Eddie. All the sounds he can't vocalize he plays instead, fingers tripping over the guitar strings as Steve takes him higher and higher.
The final chord though becomes almost discordant, with how Steve sucks and strokes and teases just right. It hits Eddie like a truck, orgasm ripping through him and he has to bite his own lip, hard, to keep from crying out. He spills into Steve's mouth, the orgasm feeling like it stretches on forever, his left hand finally coming off the neck of his instrument to muffle the cries that try to escape his lips.]
[ steve's mouth is unbearably full, eddie's throbbing, thick cock down his throat. it's getting him off, too, his own stiffness pressed against his zipper, peeking out of the hole in his boxers. steve's hips shift, the throb between his legs only heightened when eddie comes for him. it's hot, sticky ropes coating his tongue, the back of his throat. eddie always tastes divine, like leather and musk. he sucks, milking him, taking in every last drop. some dribbles on his chest, right where his shirt comes together. luckily, it doesn't stain his clothes, but steve groans quietly at the feel of it on his skin.
eddie's hips jerk, and steve looks up to see him cover his mouth. he can see the red, hot, pulsing stain of it on his skin as he throws his head back. the note dissipates as steve pulls off, thumb catching the last of eddie's come before pushing it between his lips. ]
[It's the biggest struggle to keep himself quiet; if he could Eddie would scream Steve's name until his throat was sore, voice gone hoarse from the strain. He's practically crying, tears at the corners of his eyes from the strain of keeping everything contained, body shaking. It feels so goddamn good, Steve swallowing everything Eddie has to give, that wicked tongue trying to milk him for even more.
He's breathing hard when Steve finally pulls off, head still thrown back, trying to get himself under control. They'll be lucky if Dustin doesn't come in, though at least they can use the afghan to cover Eddie's lap if so. And of course there's the newly created problem, namely that one orgasm always leaves Eddie wanting more of Steve, wanting Steve to wring him out until they're both spent. They definitely can't do that with Dustin in the next room.]
[ steve's voice is low as he rests his head on eddie's thigh. he looks up him, big eyes adoring, knowing he just gave eddie the blowjob of his life. his thumb toys at eddie's other thigh, feeling them shake. his cock is near steve's face, steve leaning to give the still-wet tip a kiss.
now he's trying to see how far he can push it. he's aware that they're not alone, but as steve parts with eddie's body, he throws the afghan over his lap. he sits back in the chair next to the couch, legs spread as he picks up a magazine. he flips the pages, but his eyes are on eddie. that look, the one where steve's lust reflects in his eyes. ]
We can always go on a snack run. There's nothing wrong with that.
[Eddie's still trying to catch his breath from the effort of holding himself back. He smiles at Steve, a little drunk on it, a sigh escaping him at the touch of those lips. So sweet, so good, Steve giving him everything he needs. It really was the best blowjob of his life.
And the way Steve just casually sits back in the chair should be illegal. The way he tosses Eddie the afghan, the hungry look in his eyes as he sits with a magazine, it's all unfair. Eddie lets his head fall back against the arm of the couch, turning to look at Steve as fingers start to slowly caress the strings of his guitar again.]
Do you think we can really get away with a snack run without Dustin tagging along?
[ eddie begins to mess with the guitar again, his fingers around the strings like they've been around his cock, playing. it sends a jolt right between steve's legs, his hard-on straining his jeans. he knows eddie can see it, can sense it, so steve spreads his legs further, trying to give himself a hint of friction. his eyes then hit an article, and he pretends to read, hand slipping down to squeeze himself.
he won't do it, not here, but he wants eddie to know what he does to him. how hard he is, how his vein throbs, how his head twitches. he knows better than to tease eddie, but he can't help it. he prides himself on how out of control he makes eddie, how he claws and screams and begs for steve's thick cock. all they know how to do is make each other come lately, their bodies fitting perfectly as they rut into oblivion. ]
[Eddie might elaborate on that, but. Dustin. And he really doesn't mind having the teen here! It's just that Steve's also here and Eddie wants to crawl all over him. They're absolutely insatiable when it comes to each other.
Eddie's eyes are glued to Steve's hand, the way he palms himself. His mouth waters; that should be Eddie's hand on Steve, Eddie's mouth. Steve should be splitting Eddie open, impaling him on his cock over and over.
He strums another chord, thinking. There's no way Steve doesn't know what's on his mind, how they can fuck in the car on the snack run. How they'll have to make it quick, and that always means rough. How Eddie loves it.]
[ steve never minds dutin, nor mike, nor lucas, nor will - but right now? he's desperate for eddie's touch, his mouth, his ass. everything comes to a point, steve closing the comic and placing it on the end-table near him. he leans forward, watching eddie, his eyes. he's still hard, throbbing for eddie's mere existence. when eddie suggests they go, steve grins, both brows waggling once. he then stands, reaching for eddie's hand. ]
They won't even notice we're gone if we bring back food.
[ he doesn't want to cause alarm to the kids, so steve watches eddie with his guitar, still satisfied with himself over the song, the twitching of eddie's fingers as he came. there's more where that came from, and steve's ready for it. ]
[Eddie lets Steve pull him off the couch, stands a little too close just so he can let his hand brush across the front of Steve's pants. There's definitely a bulge in those jeans and Eddie can't wait to sit right down on Steve's cock and show his appreciation for the blowjob.
And, well, Steve has a point. The kids won't mind at all if they come back with junk food, and if they're not too long. It means they can't have a marathon round of fucking but with the way Steve can get it up fast Eddie thinks he can probably ride Steve into a few satisfying orgasms.
They'll save anything long and drawn out for later.]
Your car or mine?
[The van has more room for fucking, but Steve's car definitely goes faster. And it's daylight so no matter what car they take they're going to have to be pretty far off the road to not have too much attention drawn to how much the vehicle will be rocking on its axles. But Eddie's already thinking about the condom he keeps in his wallet, the little packet of lube; it's a habit he started not long after they first hooked up, wanting to be ready for Steve at all times.]
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eddie's fingers are working the strings, and steve begins to hear the notes twist and become altogether new. this is just eddie - his chest rising and falling, a quiet whisper exiting his lips. he looks gorgeous like this, like he's trying so hard to be good. steve groans very quietly against eddie's cock, head bobbing quicker, hand working. ]
That's it.
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[It's a whisper, the quietest Eddie can make himself while Steve's nearly tormenting him with pleasure. It's a challenge to keep quiet but damn the reward is worth it, how Steve seems to be driving the music right out of Eddie. All the sounds he can't vocalize he plays instead, fingers tripping over the guitar strings as Steve takes him higher and higher.
The final chord though becomes almost discordant, with how Steve sucks and strokes and teases just right. It hits Eddie like a truck, orgasm ripping through him and he has to bite his own lip, hard, to keep from crying out. He spills into Steve's mouth, the orgasm feeling like it stretches on forever, his left hand finally coming off the neck of his instrument to muffle the cries that try to escape his lips.]
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[ steve's mouth is unbearably full, eddie's throbbing, thick cock down his throat. it's getting him off, too, his own stiffness pressed against his zipper, peeking out of the hole in his boxers. steve's hips shift, the throb between his legs only heightened when eddie comes for him. it's hot, sticky ropes coating his tongue, the back of his throat. eddie always tastes divine, like leather and musk. he sucks, milking him, taking in every last drop. some dribbles on his chest, right where his shirt comes together. luckily, it doesn't stain his clothes, but steve groans quietly at the feel of it on his skin.
eddie's hips jerk, and steve looks up to see him cover his mouth. he can see the red, hot, pulsing stain of it on his skin as he throws his head back. the note dissipates as steve pulls off, thumb catching the last of eddie's come before pushing it between his lips. ]
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He's breathing hard when Steve finally pulls off, head still thrown back, trying to get himself under control. They'll be lucky if Dustin doesn't come in, though at least they can use the afghan to cover Eddie's lap if so. And of course there's the newly created problem, namely that one orgasm always leaves Eddie wanting more of Steve, wanting Steve to wring him out until they're both spent. They definitely can't do that with Dustin in the next room.]
Fuck, Steve. Just fuck.
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[ steve's voice is low as he rests his head on eddie's thigh. he looks up him, big eyes adoring, knowing he just gave eddie the blowjob of his life. his thumb toys at eddie's other thigh, feeling them shake. his cock is near steve's face, steve leaning to give the still-wet tip a kiss.
now he's trying to see how far he can push it. he's aware that they're not alone, but as steve parts with eddie's body, he throws the afghan over his lap. he sits back in the chair next to the couch, legs spread as he picks up a magazine. he flips the pages, but his eyes are on eddie. that look, the one where steve's lust reflects in his eyes. ]
We can always go on a snack run. There's nothing wrong with that.
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[Eddie's still trying to catch his breath from the effort of holding himself back. He smiles at Steve, a little drunk on it, a sigh escaping him at the touch of those lips. So sweet, so good, Steve giving him everything he needs. It really was the best blowjob of his life.
And the way Steve just casually sits back in the chair should be illegal. The way he tosses Eddie the afghan, the hungry look in his eyes as he sits with a magazine, it's all unfair. Eddie lets his head fall back against the arm of the couch, turning to look at Steve as fingers start to slowly caress the strings of his guitar again.]
Do you think we can really get away with a snack run without Dustin tagging along?
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[ eddie begins to mess with the guitar again, his fingers around the strings like they've been around his cock, playing. it sends a jolt right between steve's legs, his hard-on straining his jeans. he knows eddie can see it, can sense it, so steve spreads his legs further, trying to give himself a hint of friction. his eyes then hit an article, and he pretends to read, hand slipping down to squeeze himself.
he won't do it, not here, but he wants eddie to know what he does to him. how hard he is, how his vein throbs, how his head twitches. he knows better than to tease eddie, but he can't help it. he prides himself on how out of control he makes eddie, how he claws and screams and begs for steve's thick cock. all they know how to do is make each other come lately, their bodies fitting perfectly as they rut into oblivion. ]
Because then he can have the TV to himself.
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[Eddie might elaborate on that, but. Dustin. And he really doesn't mind having the teen here! It's just that Steve's also here and Eddie wants to crawl all over him. They're absolutely insatiable when it comes to each other.
Eddie's eyes are glued to Steve's hand, the way he palms himself. His mouth waters; that should be Eddie's hand on Steve, Eddie's mouth. Steve should be splitting Eddie open, impaling him on his cock over and over.
He strums another chord, thinking. There's no way Steve doesn't know what's on his mind, how they can fuck in the car on the snack run. How they'll have to make it quick, and that always means rough. How Eddie loves it.]
Okay. Yeah, let's go.
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[ steve never minds dutin, nor mike, nor lucas, nor will - but right now? he's desperate for eddie's touch, his mouth, his ass. everything comes to a point, steve closing the comic and placing it on the end-table near him. he leans forward, watching eddie, his eyes. he's still hard, throbbing for eddie's mere existence. when eddie suggests they go, steve grins, both brows waggling once. he then stands, reaching for eddie's hand. ]
They won't even notice we're gone if we bring back food.
[ he doesn't want to cause alarm to the kids, so steve watches eddie with his guitar, still satisfied with himself over the song, the twitching of eddie's fingers as he came. there's more where that came from, and steve's ready for it. ]
After you.
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And, well, Steve has a point. The kids won't mind at all if they come back with junk food, and if they're not too long. It means they can't have a marathon round of fucking but with the way Steve can get it up fast Eddie thinks he can probably ride Steve into a few satisfying orgasms.
They'll save anything long and drawn out for later.]
Your car or mine?
[The van has more room for fucking, but Steve's car definitely goes faster. And it's daylight so no matter what car they take they're going to have to be pretty far off the road to not have too much attention drawn to how much the vehicle will be rocking on its axles. But Eddie's already thinking about the condom he keeps in his wallet, the little packet of lube; it's a habit he started not long after they first hooked up, wanting to be ready for Steve at all times.]