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“Eddie.”
“Steve. ”
They’re panting, moaning, bouncing on dildos in Eddie’s bed and they can’t keep their hands off each other. Steve has one hand splayed over Eddie’s chest, his fingers idly playing with his one remaining nipple, and the other is curled around the back of his neck. One of Eddie’s hands is in Steve’s hair, his fingers gently carding through his strands and the other rests over the scars on his waist, his arm a comfortable weight around his back.
Steve gently runs the pad of his thumb against Eddie’s nipple and he can feel Eddie’s hand tighten on his waist. They’re so close, Steve can feel Eddie breathe against his face and he crashes their mouths together without a second thought, muffling his partner’s moans with his lips. The kiss turns heated and they bounce a little faster, harder, on their dildos until keen shouts escape them. They slow down, rest their foreheads against one another and sit down on the dildos, gently rolling their hips.
“You have the best ideas,” Steve whispers quietly and kisses the corner of Eddie’s mouth.
“I know,” Eddie replies smugly.
Eddie is a mess, a beautiful, blushing and sweaty mess Steve wants to devour. He’s also pretty sure that he’s looking just as wrecked as his partner. They’ve been at it for almost half an hour now, speeding up and slowing down as they need to, and despite the fact that both their cocks are rock hard and have been steadily leaking for a while, they’re in no hurry to jerk themselves off. They’re enjoying the closeness, avidly watching each other fall apart.
Once Eddie’s breath starts hitching again, Steve drags him into another kiss. He smiles against his partner’s lips, enjoys the little moans and whimpers that escape him and lets out a whine of his own when Eddie drags his hand down his body to give his balls a squeeze.
“Fuck. Eddie. That’s cheating.”
Steve is the one panting now. His eyes are closed, but he can feel Eddie smirk against his lips and he shudders. One last kiss is dropped against his mouth and then Eddie starts kissing the side of his neck. Steve jerks and starts bouncing on his dildo a little faster again. Both his hands end up in Eddie’s hair this time and he tugs at his strands until his partner gets the hint and starts to follow his rhythm.
They go through two other bouts of frantic bouncing until Steve feels like he’s going to explode if he doesn’t get a hand around both of their cocks. Eddie’s left what feels like a thousand hickeys on his collarbones and has been squeezing his ass and ghosting his fingers around Steve’s stretched rim for a few minutes now. Not to be undone, Steve had attached his mouth to Eddie’s nipple and turned his partner into a writhing mewling mess.
Now they’re pressed close together, chest to chest, scar to scar, cock to cock, mouth to mouth. They’re whimpering, shivering, panting, almost crying, and bouncing with no coordination whatsoever on the dildos. It’s hot. It’s too much. It’s not enough.
“Steeeve,” Eddie shouts suddenly, stuttering on his name.
“Eddie ,” Steve whispers back hoarsely.
He slips a hand in between their slick bodies, the other staying in Eddie’s hair and dragging him into a kiss. Their tongues seek each other out, their nipples brush and Steve wraps his hand around their leaking cocks. Two strokes is all it takes to bring them both over the edge. They’re shouting, the both of them this time, shuddering and making a damn mess of their bodies and the towels Eddie had the good idea to put down over his bed earlier.
“Damn. Damn. Damn, ” Eddie mumbles frantically as he comes down from his high.
Steve smiles dopily, drops one last kiss on Eddie’s lips and then lets himself fall down on the bed. Eddie joins him a few seconds later and they look at each other as they try to get their breathing back under control. Their hands find each other and Steve squeezes his fingers as his eyes slowly fall shut.
“Hey, hey, hey, sleepy head,” Eddie whispers and pokes his hickey-covered collarbone, “Don’t fall asleep on me now, we still need to clean up.”
Steve hums. He can still feel the dildo in his ass and he definitely needs a shower, he’s gross, his skin covered in sweat and both of their seed, but moving is beyond his strength. Falling asleep right after sex is one of the habits he’s never been able to get rid of and Eddie knows it. He may like to make fun of Steve for it, but Steve trusts him to take care of him, even now, half-asleep as he is, he can feel Eddie’s hands carefully working the dildo out of him. Steve smiles, blindly finds Eddie and squeezes what feels like his shoulder, before he stretches and hides his face in his partner’s pillow, inhaling his comforting scent. He falls asleep to the feel of gentle hands pressing a towel against his stomach and wiping him down.