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“I wanna try something new.”Steve rolls over on Eddie’s bed to look at him, eyes half-lidded from the joint they’re passing back and forth, his movements soft and lazy. “Yeah?”“Yeah, baby,” Eddie grins at him. He still doesn’t know how he managed to land somebody like Steve Harrington, with his brown puppy eyes and his godlike physique and his popularity status, but now that he’s got Steve Harrington in his bed, Eddie has no intention of letting him go anywhere else. It’s like Steve is a sleeping maiden locked away in a tower, and Eddie is the dragon keeping him there. “Do you wanna wait until later, or do you wanna try now?”“Now,” Steve answers, his eyes clearer. “I’m not that stoned.”“Oh, I know, but I’m glad you told me.” Eddie knows that Steve would never lie to him about that, the boundaries they’ve set up for their sex life ensuring that for both of their own safeties. But now that he’s gotten Steve’s immediate permission, Eddie wiggles up into a sitting position, stubbing out the joint on his nightstand. “So remember when I drove out to Indy last week?”Steve nods, shuffling up to lean against Eddie’s headboard. He’s all hard edges and masculinity to the outside world—and if Eddie’s being honest, he’s a little jealous—but here, Steve lets himself be soft. He’s squeezed into one of Eddie’s old Hellfire shirts, the design from a few years ago before he perfected it, and it’s doing things to Eddie’s cock that are frankly a little embarrassing. He can only hope the sight of himself lounging in one of Steve’s Hawkins basketball jerseys is having the same effect on Steve, and he feels giddy just thinking that it might, even with his chest bound back.It’s weird and fluttery and different, totally opposing his dungeon master metalhead image, but he’s never had a boyfriend before. Sue him for being happy.“I picked up something for you.” Eddie leans over the edge of the bed to rummage underneath it, feeling the texture of the bag and sliding it out so he can pull said item out. “Well, it’s for me, too, but it’s mostly for you.”Eddie feels warmth along his back as Steve sets his chin on Eddie’s shoulder to peek over into the bag, his breath hitching as Eddie pulls it out, already assembled and ready for use.“Is that…” Steve lets out a shaky breath. “Is that a dildo?”“Even better,” Eddie smiles, running his hands over the light, flesh-colored silicone, over the black straps and buckles. “It’s a strap-on.”While Eddie is eternally grateful that the universe had blessed him with a small chest, that doesn’t change the fact that all he wants to do is fuck his boyfriend, but he’s unfortunately lacking in the department of having a genuine, USDA certified dick. He’s been getting Steve off with his fingers and tongue since they got together, and it’s not like Steve has had any complaints—quite the contrary, in fact—but Eddie just has this itch he needs to scratch. Plus, his boyfriend getting a thorough fucking out of the deal seems like a pretty good arrangement to him.Steve nudges Eddie’s face with his to get his attention, his warm breath hitting Eddie’s cheek. “So, I can connect most of the dots here, but just so I don’t get my hopes up too high…”Eddie plants a quick kiss on Steve’s lips before wiggling out of his hold and standing up, threading his legs through the openings in the harness, then pulling it up over his boxers and adjusting the straps until they’re snug around his hips.“Yeah, yeah, okay, that’s about where my brain was going,” Steve pants, backing up on the bed until he’s laying against Eddie’s pillows, his legs splayed open. He’s in just his boxers under the Hellfire shirt, his cock already tenting out the fabric, and Eddie’s stomach swoops at his boyfriend’s eagerness.He laughs softly, climbing up onto the bed on his knees and dropping down to kiss Steve. He’s already open and pliant, ready for whatever Eddie is going to give him, reaching down to—shit, to wrap his hand around the silicone dick and start pumping it.“Steve,” Eddie says, his voice shaking around the syllable. The sight is going straight to his actual dick, making it twitch and throb in his boxers, begging for Steve’s mouth or fingers on it. But it’s not about him right now, as much as Steve is trying to distract him, so he grabs his boyfriend’s wrist and pulls it off the dildo, pinning it to the pillow above his head.Steve smirks up at him. “I knew that would do something for you.”“And yet, you chose to be a brat about it,” Eddie sighs, dropping a kiss to Steve’s neck. “Keep that up and I won’t fuck you.”Steve lets out a moan, wiggling on the bed as Eddie gets his hands under Steve’s shirt, pushing it up and off and tossing it onto the floor. God, Steve’s chest… Eddie feels himself get wetter at the sight of it, at his built but slight frame leading down into tapered swimmers hips, his cock fully straining against the fabric of his boxers now that Eddie has touched him. Dustin had mentioned to him once that Steve refuses to trim his chest hair no matter how much Dustin begs him to, but Eddie for once has to agree with Steve on this one. The look of it makes his mouth water.“You know, staring is impolite,” Steve quips, shooting Eddie a cheeky smile when he snaps his eyes back up to his face. How fucking dare…Eddie pinches Steve’s nipple hard, his face heating up watching his boyfriend cry out and squirm over the pain, but his cock gives him away as it jumps against the fabric. Eddie leans down and licks over the nipple, soothing the sharp pain, then nips at it just to feel Steve’s whole body jerk against him. He’s so responsive to everything Eddie does, especially the pain. Eddie has gotten distracted for minutes at a time just playing Steve’s body like a guitar, drawing out louder sounds the harder his touch is, rubbing off on Steve’s thigh or ass and coming with his teeth latched to Steve’s neck.But today he has a plan, so instead of losing time to Steve’s masochism streak, he sits up and fumbles around in his bedside drawer for a bottle of lube. He makes a triumphant sound when his fingers clasp around it, drawing it out and quickly drizzling some onto his fingers, spreading it around so it isn’t so cold as he yanks Steve’s boxers off one-handed.Eddie settles between Steve’s legs, his boyfriend spreading them wide without having to be told, earning a wet kiss to his thigh. Eddie slowly starts circling a slick finger around Steve’s hole, pressing and blowing on it but not sliding his finger inside.“Eddie, please,” Steve begs, shoving his hips up against Eddie’s finger. All Eddie does is stare him down and keep up his teasing, wordlessly waiting for Steve to settle down the way Eddie wants him to. His boyfriend knows the drill by now, knows that Eddie won’t finger him until he stops being a brat about it, and finally he gives it up and relaxes against the sheets.“Good boy,” Eddie purrs, sliding two fingers into Steve’s hole right away, his own body clenching down around nothing at the slutty noise Steve lets out. He’s so fucking pretty, bratty and needy but so pretty, and Eddie presses his fingers up into Steve’s prostate just so the feeling swelling in his chest has an outlet.“Shit,” Steve gasps, clawing at the pillow under his head, a thin sheen of sweat on his chest as his cock bobs against his stomach. “Please, Eddie, please, please—”Eddie sinks his teeth into Steve’s thigh as he adds a third finger, twisting and stretching them to prepare for the cock about to go inside of him, not wanting to bring Steve too close to the edge before the fun part even starts. “Fuck, I’m ready,” Steve bites out, reaching down and tugging on Eddie’s hair. “I’m ready, just do it—”“Deep breaths, angel,” Eddie chuckles, soothing the bite with his tongue. He slides his fingers out of Steve’s body and grabs the lube, squirting some into his hand and slicking up the cock hanging between his legs. It’s… fuck, why does it feel so… erotic? He can’t actually feel anything he’s doing, but just the act of it is making his own cock ache and throb like he’s jacking himself off. “You look good like that.”Eddie’s head darts up to meet Steve’s gaze, broken from his trance. He swallows. “Yeah?”Steve smiles. Wiggles his hips. “Yeah.”Eddie feels his face heat up, bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling too wide. He had transitioned pretty young, almost as soon as he moved in with his uncle, and most people didn’t even realize Eddie hadn’t been born a man, but… to hear that he’s meant to look like this from somebody like Steve touches a part of him he didn’t know needed that reassurance. The validation and support of someone who doesn’t really get it, but sees Eddie the way that Eddie sees himself.Not as a transsexual, or as a guy-who-used-to-be-a-girl, but as a guy. No modifiers, no stipends. Eddie clears his throat. “You’re gonna make me go all soft on you if you keep that up.”“Eddie Munson? Soft?” Steve grins. “We can’t have that. Who would be left in this town to listen to poor Iron Priest or whatever—”“Now you know that’s not what they’re called, Harrington—”“—if Eddie the freak Munson goes soft? How will the ecosystem survive?”“That’s a big word for you,” Eddie teases, pressing the pad of his finger over Steve’s nipple when his boyfriend shoots him a glare. He leans down until his mouth is hovering right above Steve’s ear, his lips brushing against it when he speaks. “But you know what doesn’t get soft?”“Seriously? That was awful, Eddie—oh, fuck—”Eddie huffs out a laugh against Steve’s cheek as he slowly pushes the head of the toy into Steve, pushing until it pops in and Steve lets out a whimper. He wipes his hand off on the sheets, bringing it up to rest against Steve’s throat as he starts to rock his hips, pushing more and more of the strap-on inside of Steve’s body with every slow thrust. Steve’s taking it so beautifully, little needy sounds falling from his open mouth, Eddie’s hair brushing against his neck and shoulders until his hips are flush with Steve’s ass.Eddie pushes himself up until he’s hovering over Steve, his hand still around his boyfriend’s throat. “Good?”“Uh huh,” Steve pants, nodding and wrapping his hands around Eddie’s waist.Eddie circles his hips against Steve’s ass, not pulling out at all just to get Steve used to the feeling of being filled up. It’s… fuck. Usually so eloquent, Eddie is at a loss for how to describe how amazing all of this feels. Even though he can’t feel every clench of Steve’s body, can’t feel the heat and the skin around him, it’s enough to see the reactions play across Steve’s face every time he moves. It’s sending heat swooping through his gut, landing in his cock as the base of the harness digs into the skin above it, little shockwaves bursting through it even if there’s no direct touch.“You can…” Steve breathes, squeezing his hands on Eddie’s waist. “You can start fucking me. Please.”“Fuck, baby, okay,” Eddie growls, nipping Steve’s jaw and sitting up on his knees, pulling out slightly and rocking back in, body on fire as Steve whimpers. He keeps going until he’s built up a rhythm, deep but not too fast, one hand on Steve’s hip as the other stays wrapped possessively around his neck.Eddie’s working up a sweat, trying to control his breathing as he fucks Steve, watching his cock bounce and leak against his stomach with every thrust. Steve’s eyes keep closing and reopening, staring up at Eddie while he can before his eyes go hazy and shut with pleasure, his mouth permanently dropped open and sounds pouring out of it. Watching him is addictive, better than any drug Eddie has ever sold, but Eddie has to close his own eyes when his head starts to feel fuzzy, his lungs not taking in enough air. Shit, it’s probably his fucking… but he doesn’t want to take it off, still doesn’t want anybody seeing…“Hey, Eddie, stop,” Steve forces out, stilling Eddie’s hips with his hands. “You need to take your bandages off, they’re hurting you.”“I’m fine,” Eddie grits out, sliding his hands over Steve’s chest. “Just wanna make you feel good, you’re so close—”“Eddie.”He goes quiet, looking anywhere but Steve’s face. He knows his boyfriend is right, knows he could dehydrate or pass out or worse, but he just can’t, he’s in a tank top and Steve would see—“I left my swim t-shirt here the other day,” Steve says quietly, rubbing his thumbs in circles and sending little sparks through Eddie’s skin. “It’s all stretched out, it would probably be big on you.”And Eddie… why is Eddie’s vision blurry? Why does his face feel so weird, what the fuck— why is—“Hey, hey, come here.” Steve works himself off of the strap-on somehow and suddenly Eddie’s face is being held by his big hands, the small tears being blinked out of his eyes wiped away by Steve’s fingers. “We don’t have to keep going—”“Yes, we do,” Eddie bites, his hands gripping Steve’s shoulders. “I want this. I want you. I just… I’m not ready for you to see under this. Not yet. Maybe not ever.”“That’s okay.”Eddie inhales slowly, moving his head out of Steve’s hands. Eddie would consider himself to be a person who wears his heart on his sleeve, who on any given day has no problems understanding and expressing his emotions. But this part of him is different. Only Steve and his uncle know about it, so it’s not like Eddie ever really talks about it with anyone, and having Steve not only want this but ready to accommodate Eddie so he can have it, it’s…Fuck. Eddie just might be in love with him.“Here.” Steve bends down over the side of the bed and roots around the mess on Eddie’s floor, rising up triumphant with his dark green swim t-shirt. “You can take the jersey off and put this on, and I promise I won’t look. I just don’t want you to be in pain.”Eddie scoffs. Steve rolls his eyes. “Not like that, anyway.”Eddie can’t do anything except take the shirt Steve holds out for him, wiping his hand across his face. He watches as Steve lays back and closes his eyes, true to his word, and yeah. Eddie loves him. Eddie loves him, and Eddie isn’t planning on letting him go ever.He takes Steve’s jersey off and gently unclasps and unwraps the bandage, being careful of where it’s been digging in under his arms, looking at the wall once it’s all the way off instead of down at his own chest. He quickly tugs Steve’s swim captain shirt over his head, the soft fabric soothing the raw spots, and instantly Eddie can breathe deeply again.He thrusts his hips into nothing a few times, staring down at his chest. No movement under the shirt. Good.“Okay, Stevie,” Eddie teases, trying to salvage any semblance of the mood. “You can open your little bambi eyes now.”Steve swats at Eddie’s hip but opens his eyes anyway, his eyes roaming over his shirt hanging loose on Eddie’s slight frame. They aren’t much different in height, but Steve likes his shirts a little baggy, and this one is stretched out and soft from years of wear. It’s perfect for lounging around in anyway, but right now, it’s perfect for this too.“You look good,” Steve says, his eyes sparkling as he grabs Eddie by the back of the head and pulls him in for a kiss. It’s soft and sweet at first, and Eddie pours all of the emotions he doesn’t know how to name into it, hoping that Steve will understand everything he’s just done. How much it means.Steve pushes his hands slowly up the back of Eddie’s shirt, rubs at the places where the bandage dug into his skin while staying far away from the front of his body, and yeah. Fuck. Steve may not get everything about this part of Eddie, but he gets the most important stuff.Steve guides Eddie’s head back, his lips swollen and spit-slick. “Can you go back to fucking me now?”Eddie laughs against Steve’s mouth, playfully biting at his bottom lip. “Yeah, baby. I’ll fuck you.”He gets some more lube on his hand, slicking some onto the dildo and then rubbing the rest around Steve’s rim, still open and fluttering at him, waiting to be full. He doesn’t repress the sudden urge to slip two of his fingers inside, pressing up against Steve’s prostate until his cock is fully hard again, whining and pulling at Eddie’s thighs.“Shush, I’ve got you,” Eddie laughs, grabbing the base of the strap-on cock and guiding it back into Steve’s body. It slides in easier than the first time, Steve’s body already begging for the feel of it, and Eddie’s dick pulses in his boxers, warming back up after their little moment.“Now give it to me,” Steve begs.Eddie smirks. “Pushy.”He drags the cock out and slams it back into Steve, setting a brutal pace now that he can breathe, bending his boyfriend in half so he can hover over his face. He wants to see every little reaction, every muscle of Steve’s face, every shift of every freckle as Steve moans and begs for more. Eddie’s glad he kept his boxers on because otherwise the base of the harness would be rubbing his skin raw from how hard he’s fucking Steve, but he watches entranced as Steve’s thick cock slaps against his stomach and leaves a shiny trail of precome in the dark hair under his navel.“Close,” Steve whines, working a hand between them and pumping it over his cock. Usually Eddie would insist on doing it for him, but he’s putting all of his effort into keeping up the rhythm, sweat beading at his temples. He can’t tear his eyes away from Steve’s face, not even to watch as his breath hitches and his cock starts to spurt. He’s just so fucking beautiful, his face drawn up and broken open, and Eddie feels wet fabric between his legs as everything between his legs starts to pulse and beg to be touched.The extra cash from Corroded Coffin’s latest gig, the half tank of gas that got him out of Hawkins, the side glances and the nerves and the flaying himself open; it’s all been worth it for this moment, the split second that Steve’s eyes widen before slamming shut. The moment that Eddie finally feels like he can give his boyfriend everything, that even in this, there’s nothing to be afraid of.As long as he’s with Steve Harrington, Eddie never has to run away again.When Steve finally opens his eyes, his cheeks are flushed red and tears are clinging to his eyelashes. Eddie’s hips slow down to a stop.“Well?” Eddie can’t keep the soft smile off of his face, can’t stop himself from brushing Steve’s hair off of his forehead. Steve has this dopey, fucked-out expression, and Eddie’s never loved him more.“Good,” Steve croaks out. “Do you need…”“Always the people pleaser.” Eddie shakes his head. It’s true that he’s aching for anything on his dick, but he gets off on taking care of Steve first, so that’s what he does.Eddie carefully slides out of Steve’s body, loosening the harness and tugging it down his legs. He places it gently onto the floor to be cleaned later, then crawls up the bed so he can plant soft kisses on Steve’s mouth, rocking gently when Steve slides his thigh up between Eddie’s legs.“Fuck, Stevie,” Eddie sighs, rocking down harder and groaning when he gets the pressure just right.“Good?”Eddie bites his lip, braces himself against Steve’s pillow and grinds down harder, and barely registers Steve’s hands sliding back up under his shirt. All he does is hold Eddie, stroke the indents in his skin and scratch over them, never venturing any closer despite how he knows Steve doesn’t share Eddie’s feelings about his chest. Steve would take him any way in any body, happy to please Eddie in whatever way Eddie asks, but he respects this boundary almost reverently.Eddie loves him. Eddie loves him with everything, and he needs to say it, but Steve asked him a question and he has to deal with that first, fuck, everything feels so fucking—“Perfect,” Eddie gasps, still grinding his hips down against Steve.It ends up meaning the same thing anyway.