Work Text
“I bet you can’t fit your entire hand in there.” Eddie smirks, taking in the minute twitch of Steve’s lashes before he blinks slowly. When Steve’s eyes open again, there’s a darkness to them - Eddie’s certain it’s not entirely a result of the wide, blown pupil crowding out the hazel of his iris. “Is that really a bet you’re willing to lose?” Steve asks, his brow arching up in a mirror image of the tilting corner of his mouth. Steve’s thick, long fingers, already three deep and curling against Eddie’s slick inner walls, give a matching shift, punctuating his point in a way that steals Eddie’s breath.“It’s a bet I’m sure I’ll win.” Eddie’s voice is a little thinner than he’d really hoped, but if this is going to work, if he’s going to goad Steve into giving him exactly what he wants, then he has to commit to it. Steve hums a little laugh against Eddie’s cheek, chases it with a kiss, and then another, working in a trailing path towards Eddie’s lips. Eddie turns his face to capture Steve’s mouth with his own, pushing his tongue over the boundary between their lips and sliding it messily. He curls his fingers around Steve’s bare arms, running his hands over all the exposed expanses of skin that he can reach. Lips still pressed together, Steve shifts up onto his elbow, and then onto his palm, head dipped down to nip at Eddie’s bottom lip.Breaking the kiss as slowly as Eddie will allow, Steve hinges backwards, peppering Eddie’s chest and stomach with a flurry of swift pecks, before sitting up onto his heels. He pointedly ignores Eddie’s cock, which lays firm with idle arousal against his stomach. Steve’s own dick is just as hard, bobbing slightly with his movement until it comes to rest leaning a little against his fuzzy right thigh.“What do I get when you lose?” Steve asks, all casual confidence, and sure, Eddie’s already set in his belief that Steve will in fact win this particular bet, but what’s the fun in winning if there’s not a little at stake? And Eddie has the perfect incentive.“If I lose, you get to take a video. Photographic evidence that you won.”“Huh.” Steve licks over his bottom lip, drawing it back between his teeth. His expression flickers a little as he considers the prize, and Eddie knows he’s got him. Steve’s gaze flits momentarily towards the nightstand, where his cell lies dormant, expectant. It’s something they’ve talked about, something they’re both very interested in, they’ve just never quite gotten around to it before. Now seems as good a time as any. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. Deal.” Steve nods decisively, already reaching for the bottle of lube, evidently keen to get started. “Uh, just out of interest, what if - and I’m not saying I have doubts - but what if you win?”Eddie smiles wide, putting on a show of smugness that he knows will be fucked out of him within minutes.“When I win, Steven, I get to take a lovely pair of scissors to all your tshirts. There won’t be a shirt in this house that hasn’t been cropped.”“Shit,” Steve huffs, though his smirk gives away his amusement, “guess I better really put my back into it, huh?”“Put your back into it, so you can blow mine out.” Eddie grins, bearing down a little onto Steve’s fingers that have been lazily pumping into the tight clutch of his hole throughout the entirety of the conversation.Steve laughs in that way that crinkles the corners of his eyes, that way that always makes Eddie want to kiss his entire face, and shakes his head fondly. He withdraws his fingers carefully and sits back, flicking the cap on the bottle and upending it, squeezing an indulgent drizzle over his fingers.“You’re sure you wanna do this?” Steve asks, sweet angel that he is, checking in before things go too far. Not that Steve could ever do anything that Eddie would deem too far. “One hundred percent positive, never been surer of anything, can’t wait to see all your crop tops,” Eddie rushes out, masking his growing desperation with a last-ditch attempt to convey confidence in his side of the bet.“Okay then. Turn over for me, baby. It’ll be easier if you’re on your hands and knees, hmm?” Steve instructs matter-of-factly, and Eddie can see him sinking into the calm, effortless demeanor that makes Eddie squirm, makes his insides tingle. But, as much as he’s desperate to see just how much of Steve he can fit inside him, Eddie’s not quite ready to simply give in so easily; he always has to push it just a smidge.“What if I wanna kiss you?” he asks plaintively, pouting a little, just for show. Steve hums, looking up from the shine of his hand to meet Eddie’s waiting gaze, his jaw now set and brows raised.“D’you wanna kiss me, or d’you want my hand buried in your ass? Your choice, baby boy.”Eddie stifles a gasp at the laden thickness that coats Steve’s words, dripping like molasses. It dissolves any desire Eddie had had to act the brat, leaves him blinking dumbly. Steve twists his hand, inspecting the sheen across his fingers with calculated nonchalance. “Y- yeah, shit, okay.” Eddie scrambles upwards, catching Steve’s heavy, lash-lined gaze, heart jumping a little at the smirk on Steve’s lips. He flips himself inelegantly over, landing with a little bounce on all fours facing the headboard. There’s still a set of handcuffs hanging from each post, and it makes Eddie smile. The mattress dips behind Eddie as Steve repositions, rising up onto his knees. Eddie flinches a little at the unexpected gentleness of Steve’s left palm skating up the back of his thigh, following the curve of his ass and skimming over the notches at the base of his spine. He shivers a little with it, and then gives his hips a little wiggle, indicating for Steve to get on with it, come on, shove your hand up my ass.“Little impatient to lose, aren’t you, baby?” Steve teases, sliding his palm back down to grip at the meat of Eddie’s ass, pushing at the flesh to spread his cheeks apart.“Feels like you’re stalling ‘cause you know I’ll win,” Eddie taunts back, finding the last of his little-shit-ness and clutching at it. He knows the moment Steve’s fingers plunge back inside him, he’ll be reduced to whimpers and whines, and he needs to get out one last jibe before then.“Stalling? Ever heard of delayed satisfaction?” Steve asks, the smug smile audible in his voice, as he pushes three slick fingers back into Eddie’s hole.Three fingers turns into to four relatively unceremoniously, and Eddie breathes through it, a little giddy at the possibility that this might actually happen. It’s only when Steve begins nudging further, pushing at the boundary of Eddie’s body with the meat of his palm that the searing begins. It’s a light sting at first, like the first entrance of a hesitant, inexperienced fingertip, but as Steve pushes his hand forward, a flood of something that reminds Eddie a little of pain but sings far sweeter crawls outwards across his skin. His face grows warm, cheeks now burning hot. “Oh,” Eddie grunts, dropping from all fours to lean on his forearms, biting inelegantly at the pillow beneath his face.“Okay, love?”“Yeah- yeah just, just keep going,” Eddie assures, mumbling around the pillowcase in his mouth. Eddie’s knees slip a little further apart, opening up a new angle for Steve’s keen fingers to plunge into, but Steve stops. Ceases his testing thrusts immediately. Eddie tilts his head backwards, peeks out the corner of his eye and catches Steve’s stern stare waiting. “Please?” he tries, the word a little slurred by the fabric caught between his teeth.“That’s better, good boy.” Steve’s praise is sugary, cut with a little sharpness, lemon meringue sweet, and it precedes the renewal of his slow, deliberate movements. It’s not so much fucking as it is pushing, probing further with each forward press, and the stinging burn at the new stretch dulls into prickling heat, perfect pleasure.Eddie hears the cap flick off the lube once more as he sinks his face into the pillow, turning it to rest his cheek against the fabric, feels a stray stream of the cool liquid trickle down the inside of his thigh where Steve has been particularly liberal with it. Shit, he really seems intent on doing this. Quiet moans and gasps join the slippery sounds of Steve stretching Eddie open, natural body heat warming the room until the air is thick and balmy. “Look so fucking good like this, Ed,” Steve breathes, “so pretty, baby.”“Y’like it? Like spreading me open like this?” Eddie breathes back, adopting a faux-innocence to his voice that he knows unlatches something predatory in Steve. The hand pushing at Eddie’s ass cheek clenches, gripping and kneading at him with a new urgency.“Gonna open you right up, pretty boy. Have you gaping for me.” There’s a certainty in Steve’s voice that crunches like gravel, has Eddie’s heart hammering in his chest. That same animal thing in Eddie that he recognizes in the depth of Steve’s eyes awakens, begins pacing beneath the surface of Eddie’s skin and purrs for release.“Please, Stevie, sweetheart, angel, love of my life, you gotta,” Eddie begs, doesn’t care about sounding desperate now.“Just tell me- fuck, baby, if you need to slow down, or- or stop, ‘kay?”“Sounds like- like you’re tryna, oh fuck, fuck, yeah, tryna back out, Stevie,” Eddie pants, his words entirely at odds with the needy backward thrust of his hips onto Steve’s fingers. “If you don’t - hah - think you can… can do it…”A low, rumbling sound behind him is all the warning Eddie gets before another plentiful drizzle of lube slips over his hole, and the stretch mounts to searing as Steve eases the tip of his thumb in alongside his fingers. Eddie clenches around the new thickness inside him, goosebumps prickling along the backs of his thighs, over his arms, and his movements stutter to a halt. He heaves in thick, grounding breaths, urging his muscles to relax, to take more, more, more than he’s ever even imagined taking, and Steve’s right hand stays still, half plunged into his aching hole. The other rubs up and down the dip in Eddie’s spine, massaging away the raised bumps with deft, easy movements.“There we go, got ‘em all in.” Steve’s words are casual, but his voice is reverent, dripping with admiration that Eddie wishes he could see. Instead, he keeps his eyes clamped shut, brows furrowed in concentration, imagines the flush splotching Steve’s cheeks, the way he traps his bottom lip between his teeth, the rise and fall of his chest. It takes a moment for Steve’s apparent celebration to sink in.“Didn’t say fingers,” Eddie rasps, “said hand.”“Baby my hand is inside you. Feel that?” Steve flexes his fingers just a little, sending a trill up Eddie’s spine and into his shoulders. He winces at the movement, just on the right side of too much, and as the feeling fades into throbbing pleasure, Eddie finds his voice once more.“All I feel is fingers. The conditions of our bet- st- state that you have- ah - have to get your whole hand, shit, whole hand inside me.” Eddie knows he’s being a little ridiculous, confirmed by the incredulous chuckle that bubbles from Steve’s throat behind him, but he’s so close to the fulfillment of that deep-rooted desire he’s never been quite able to articulate. Eddie just can’t get all the way to the edge and then not jump off.In an attempt to further his point, Eddie grinds himself backwards onto Steve’s hand, as if he’ll be able to shove it further inside all by himself. Despite their seemingly differing definitions of the word ‘hand’, Steve keeps his firmly in position, allowing Eddie to sink back against it.“You really want more? Doesn’t hurt too much?” Steve asks gently, and fuck, Eddie loves him.“Hurts good,” is all Eddie is able to manage, picking up a little pace as he fucks himself backwards, gripping at the sheets beside his head to keep himself anywhere near grounded. “Fucking Christ,” Steve breathes, his arousal apparent in the weight of his voice. “Okay, baby, okay. Hurts good, huh? Want my whole hand?” “Please,” Eddie begs, keening at just the thought. His cock hangs heavy and neglected between his legs, swinging with each hesitant thrust, half-hard at the mixture of pleasure-pain-pleasure.“Like the sound of that,” Steve quips, twisting his hand slowly back and forth, nudging ever so slightly deeper with each careful swivel of his wrist. “Ask for what you want.”The slick, sticky sounds of more lube and probing fingers are a symphony as Eddie lifts his head just a fraction, craning his neck to look back over his shoulder properly for the first time since they started this whole thing. Steve looks otherworldly, kneeling between Eddie’s ankles at the altar of his body. His eyes are wide and so dark they might as well be black, watching Eddie expectantly for any sign of uncertainty, any hint that he can’t take it. His hair has been pushed back roughly from his face, leaving only a few errant strands hanging down over his forehead. Steve’s toned arms flex and shadows shift in dips and valleys of sinew and muscle as he tenses, pushing forward just enough for his knuckles to press at the already stretched ring of Eddie’s hole. His full, pink lips are parted and slick with spit, the shine of his tongue cushioned behind his bottom teeth, and Steve’s broad, hairy chest rises and falls around the rapid inflation and deflation of his lungs.Eddie can’t quite see Steve’s right hand from this angle, but he can feel it, the long fingers and smooth skin that’s benevolently threatening to split him in half. Steve’s left hand is gripping at Eddie’s ass cheek, pushing at it gently to spread Eddie’s entrance, and he waits. Waits to go further until Eddie tells him, pleads with him for what he wants.“Want your whole hand. Want your fist inside me. ‘s deep as it’ll go,” Eddie begs, rutting himself recklessly backwards against the wide obstacle of Steve’s knuckles.“That’s my good boy. Stay still for me, love, let me do the work, ‘kay?” Reluctantly, Eddie slows his needy movements until he comes to a halt entirely. “So good. So pretty.”Steve slides his hand backwards until just the tips of his fingers are inside, and then purses his lips, sucking on his lower lip to build a swell of spit before opening his mouth and letting it slip in a shining string into his curled palm.It’s unnecessary, with all the lube that’s already slicking up his hand and Eddie’s hole, but it’s entirely vital.This one pool of saliva that Steve is now pushing gently into Eddie’s body tells of every moment they have shared before, it brings forth every wish Eddie has ever had that Steve has fulfilled, surpassed, it says more than words really can.It says, this is mine.Slowly, Steve pushes forward again, bracing his left hand against Eddie’s ass, and twists, surging forward with a quiet intensity that has Eddie’s ears fuzzing. The stretch of knuckles starts as a sizzle, just a little wider than Steve’s pinched fingers, and then increases, building and crackling until it’s an electrical fire, and Eddie only has a pitcher of water. Steve shushes him gently through it, retreating slightly before shifting his hand and pressing in again. It’s almost too much, right on the edge of it, but it’s too good for Eddie to even dream about tapping out.Instead, Eddie just whines and drops his jaw open, nose scrunched and brows pinched. He watches Steve’s face, all concentrated focus and bitten lips. Steve looks up through his lashes, like he felt Eddie’s weighty gaze laid upon him, and with one final flick of his tongue across his top lip, Steve overcomes the resistance of Eddie’s body and his hand suddenly slips inside.Eddie’s vision near explodes at a sensation beyond imagining. He feels like he’s being torn in two, split sideways, rent apart by undeniable fullness. His limbs go taut, muscles tight, body screaming.Eddie wanted this. He wants this. He just needs a moment.“Wait,” Eddie squeaks, face screwing up in overwhelm at the rippling sensation of Steve’s entire hand inside his ass. He’s tensing so hard he’s sure it can’t be comfortable for Steve, but Steve makes no protest, only rubs little comforting circles into the meat of his left ass cheek, his right hand perfectly still.“We’ll take as long as you need, baby. You’re doing so fucking good, y’know that?” Steve coos. “Just relax for me, nice deep breath.”Eddie, drawn inexorably by the sweetness in Steve’s tone, first lets the muscles in his face unclench. He opens his eyes blearily, takes in Steve’s soft, adoring smile, and that in itself is enough to soothe the tension in his body. With a long breath outwards through slightly pursed lips, Eddie wills his muscles to slacken, encourages his hole to accept the intrusion. Within a moment, the tightness fades, and Christ, oh fuck, shit, yeah, that feels good. It must show on his face, because Steve makes an excited little 'hmm?’ noise, and Eddie nods.“Feels good, Stevie. Feels real fuckin’ good.”“Sure does, baby boy. Y’know how soft you are? How wet and slick your hole is for me? Taking my whole hand inside you.”“Ngghfuck, fuck me, please,” Eddie garbles, blinking imploringly over his shoulder at the Adonis of a man kneeling behind him. Eddie’s hair is damp with sweat, clinging to his forehead and the back of his neck, his knees are beginning to ache a little where his legs are folded under themselves, but the fullness of Steve inside him is enough that it all fades into obscurity against the pinpoint pleasure sunk deep and firm into his deepest places.“Gotta take it out a little to fuck you properly, love. Okay?”“Okay,” Eddie agrees, biting down hard on his lip in anticipation.Though Eddie’s mind is already racing towards quick-shifting muscle and plunging hands, Eddie’s body resists as Steve draws his hand back, muscle still so tight around the width of Steve’s folded palm, skin stretching around the base of it. With a wanton moan, Steve tugs gently, swivels his wrist just a little, his left hand pushing at the slight softness of Eddie’s ass cheek. Instinctively, Eddie clenches, something primal in him refusing to allow this perfect, aching fullness to disappear now that he finally has it buried inside him.“Greedy hole, huh? Just wants my hand inside,” Steve muses, pulsing back and forth to work his way back out of the vice-like clench of Eddie’s body. It takes a little more lube, a little more twisting and sliding before Steve’s hand slips free with a filthy squelch. Eddie exhales a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, feels a little lightheaded with it, but the dazed smile that splits his cheeks is impossible to prevent.“Wan’ it inside, Stevie. Wan’ it deep,” Eddie slurs, eyes falling heavily closed, and rocks his hips backwards impatiently as though Steve will oblige his neediness. It’s a surprise that Steve’s gathered fingers glide forward to meet him, fucking slowly once more within Eddie’s barely loosened walls. The burning of skin stretching to accommodate the width of Steve’s knuckles is still very much present, but it’s not quite so all-encompassing as before. This time, Steve is more confident with it, easing past the widest point in one smooth motion, until his hand is engulfed once again.“Fuck, baby. Look at that. Taking me to my fucking wrist, Ed. Such a good boy for me.”Bolstered by the praise that falls like fresh snow from Steve’s lips, Eddie rocks backwards, shoving further, deeper, as far as he can go. Wants to feel Steve in his fucking kidneys. Steve allows the movement, but only momentarily; Eddie manages a few whining thrusts before Steve draws his arm back in tandem, providing no further friction. Steve tsks lightly, a little condescending sound that sends blood thrashing through Eddie’s veins and towards his already weeping cock. Slowly, the burning fullness disappears as Steve withdraws his hand, and the bed shifts behind Eddie. “Stay there,” Steve commands, leaving no room for dissent. Eddie’s eyes flutter open, vision blurred by itching, unshed tears, and he can just about make out Steve’s figure clambering across the mattress towards his nightstand to the left of the bed. Steve picks something up, something that sends a flash of anticipation down Eddie’s spine, and he clenches instinctively at the thought. His skin draws tight where he’s still splaying his cheeks open, stings a little at the pull, but it simply blends and melts into the thrumming, constant, low-level pleasure that’s coursing through him.The mattress dips behind Eddie as Steve returns to his original position, now with his phone in hand.“Gotta hold yourself open for me, baby. Can’t shoot my victory video if both my hands are full, can I?” With a nod, Eddie unclenches his hands from their anchor points in the sheets and lets himself sink fully forward onto his chest, reaching around behind him to grab at his own flesh. It takes a little maneuvering, a little gripping and pulling with his fingertips, until the light burn of stretched skin and Steve’s satisfied hum indicates he’s spread open to Steve’s liking.A rush of cool air over his gaping rim has Eddie jolting bodily with a surprised, mewling cry, muscles clenching helplessly, tugging at the taut skin held in place by the restraint of his own fingers. Steve chuckles, low and warm, and blows once more over Eddie’s lube-wet entrance. Eddie shudders, shoving his cheek down into the pillow with a breathless groan.“Okay baby, you wanna see how pretty your hole looks all stretched out?” Steve asks, all sweet like he’s checking if Eddie’s fucking bagel has enough cream cheese. His fingertips trace around the edge of his rim, dipping in teasingly as he speaks. Eddie can only whine in response, nodding his head against the pillow frantically. “Say it for me, sweet boy, say it for the camera.”Eddie swallows hard against the pools of saliva that have built up in his mouth. He knows Steve’s not just asking for agreement.“Wanna see- how pretty my hole looks str- stretched out,” Eddie whimpers, breath hitching at how pathetic his voice sounds to his own ears. “And who’s this hole belong to, love?”“You, Stevie, just you. ‘s all yours.”“That’s right,” Steve coos, gentle and infinitely adoring. “All mine.”Eddie can just about see Steve’s lips pursing, and then there’s a familiar fizzing buzz as Steve dips his head, spitting messily into the loosened clutch of muscle that Eddie himself is spreading open. It only joins the wetness already slicking up his skin, and Eddie clenches, his hole winking but unable to tighten entirely. He groans at the thought of Steve claiming him like this, owning him from the inside out, and somewhere distant in his mind, Eddie knows that this moment has been captured in all its perfect depravity for them both to watch over, and over, and over.“Stay still for me, baby boy,” Steve instructs, and Eddie follows, exhaling hard against the pillow to relax his aching muscles. The slide of Steve’s fingers is smooth and unimpeded as they re-enter Eddie’s lax body, slipping easily right in up to the thickness of Steve’s broad knuckles; only then does Steve apply a little pressure, and within an instant, his hand is buried once more inside.“Fuck, look at that,” Steve sighs, drawing his hand back out and in again, prodding and pushing his pinched fingers, petting gently at slick skin, curving his thumb just so on the retreating stroke to brush up against Eddie’s prostate. Eddie is a mess of whimpers and desperate whines, begging for more, deeper, harder, anything, and Steve is benevolent enough to oblige;“Wanna see how you take my cock, too?”The hand withdraws entirely, leaving Eddie’s entire body throbbing in flashes of golden heat.“Yeah, yeah, Stevie, fuck me, oh shit, fuck my hole,” Eddie babbles, clutching harder at his ass to keep himself spread just how Steve wants.Eddie is left empty for only a moment as Steve slicks up his cock and angles it towards the waiting, welcoming gape of Eddie’s body, slipping the thick head inside with little resistance. It’s a different sort of sensation, less full, but deeper where Steve’s length probes at tighter, further reaches.“Fuck, so loose, look at you just gaping open around me. Fucking perfect. Bet I could fit my fingers in too,” Steve marvels. Eddie keens, mewls like a wild thing at the thought, nods frantically when words fail. Maintaining his slowly building rhythm, Steve tilts forward, bringing the phone around to direct the camera at the no doubt thoroughly debauched look on Eddie’s face. “Bet you’d like that, pretty slut, huh?”“Uh-huh,” Eddie manages, eyes losing focus as they flick between the camera and Steve’s fucked out, giddy expression. God, he’s so fucking beautiful. “Hmm, think you need a little more stretching for that, love.” Steve’s cock slips from within Eddie’s body, and is replaced by the thicker, wider fullness of his large hand, pushing deep and deliberate. And then that slips out too, and it’s Steve’s cock inside him again. And then his hand. Eddie begins to lose track a little of what’s what, and he couldn’t be happier about it, panting desperately into the pillows, limbs shrieking as his body contorts to fit Steve’s image of perfection.For an immeasurable amount of time, Steve alternates between his hand and his cock, a combination of all kinds of friction and fullness, and Eddie can’t wait to see how his body gapes around the considerable, though thinner, intrusion of Steve’s dick as it slides into the stretched clutch of muscle left open by this broad hand.And then it’s just Steve’s cock sliding into him. Steve pumps shallowly into Eddie’s loose hole, thrusts increasing speed but not depth. Eddie’s about to ask why, when the now-subtle stretch of two fingers accompanies Steve’s cock.“Oh my god, fuck, can feel my dick inside you,” Steve gasps, words crumbling quickly into guttural moans. Eddie’s mind is fuzzing over, skin running hot and cold, and he wants more, always more.“Jerk yourself off inside me, get- get your hand in too- fill me up, please, please,” Eddie babbles, doesn’t care if he’s making sense, if what he wants is even something that his body can accommodate. Somehow, Eddie will make himself take as much as Steve can give him, even if it splits him in two. With a sharp inhale, Steve’s thrusts stutter momentarily, before Eddie’s hole is tested once more. There’s less careful buildup this time, not now that Eddie’s muscles are lax and pliant under Steve’s certain touch; Steve thrusts in his ring and pinky finger at once, and Eddie near screams at the fullness. It’s perfect. “Such a pretty fucking slut, taking my cock and my hand inside you.” Steve’s words are a little loose around the edges, the way they get when he’s nearing oblivion. “That greedy fucking hole stretching out for me, huh? Look how loose it is, baby. Could shove my whole arm in there.”A choked off whine rips itself free of Eddie’s throat, and he’s crying freely now, tears dripping over the bridge of his nose, soaking into the pillow beneath his face. He knows it won’t be long before he’s following Steve over that precipice.“Fuck, fuck, so fuckin’ full, wanna- fuck- wanna take it all,” Eddie sobs, fingertips digging into the meat of his ass so hard he’s sure he’ll give himself bruises, but it only adds fuel to the fucking greasefire that’s blazing through his veins right now.“I know you do, baby, so good for me, letting me stretch you open like this. Fuck, Eddie, Eddie, baby I’m gonna come.” Steve’s voice pitches higher, reaching a crackling crescendo with a flurry of reckless, rutting thrusts.It’s all Eddie can do to stop himself collapsing into the mattress beneath him, whimpering little ‘yeah, yeah, yeah, please’ s as Steve’s cock rubs against his fingers inside Eddie’s body, wringing out a strangled, formless string of moans from high in Steve’s throat. The sound in itself is enough to drag Eddie blindly towards his own end, hardly even noticing the replacement of Steve’s cock with his whole hand once more, sinking easily now up to the wrist. Steve pants and groans behind Eddie, growling and murmuring filthy encouragements, marveling openly at the gaping folds of skin that are too far stretched to squeeze entirely back together, sounding gleeful as he mutters that Eddie still has yet to see what Steve’s hand has done to him, that he’ll be able to watch the way Steve takes him apart, splits him open, renders him thoughtless and pliable around his fist.Steve’s still spilling a waterfall of sinful sweetness as he slips his fingers almost entirely out only to shove back in, fucking his come deeper and deeper into Eddie’s swollen, throbbing hole, faster and faster until-Eddie comes with a cry, his whole body going taut like piano wire, spurting onto the bed sheets beneath him. His mind is a swirling pool of too-full-give-me-more-fuck-me-harder-it-hurts, until the urgent thrusts of Steve’s hand slow down, reducing to only the tips of his fingers circling the puffy rim of his ass, massaging gently where he’d been so rough just moments before.It takes a few seconds for Eddie to register that Steve’s talking, coaxing him delicately downwards towards the bed.“That’s it, baby boy, easy does it,” Steve whispers. His hands, one slick, one dry, both warm, turn Eddie onto his side and scoop him up against Steve’s chest. All Eddie can register is animal sensation: a palm cupping the back of his head; lips pressing to his sweat-beaded temple; the rush of quiet words spoken with more breath than sound. Eddie feels full and empty all at once. Empty without the strong, firm hand sinking deeper into him than he’d ever thought possible, muscles twitching around nothing.Full of so much love for this filthy, gorgeous man, full of the evidence of Steve’s love for him.It takes a little while for words to return to Eddie’s lips, but when they do, they’re colored by a smile that stretches from ear to ear.“I’d lose that bet again any day,” Eddie murmurs against Steve’s damp neck, nose pressed to the point at which his slowing pulse beats strongest. He feels more than hears Steve’s responding chuckle, all wrapped up in Steve’s arms as he is.“Something tells me you didn’t want to win, baby.” Steve’s breath mists against Eddie’s ear, sending a fresh wave of goosebumps over his skin.“Still think you should wear more crop tops,” Eddie mumbles with a hazy smile, nuzzling closer. He knows he’ll be sore tomorrow, knows they should clean up, change the sheets, drink some water, but right now, in Steve’s gentle embrace, he’s just happy to have lost that silly bet, because he gained more in the losing than he would have if he’d won.