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Senior finals are objectively the easiest but most stressful part of anyone's high school career. Your eyes are aching under the fluorescent lights as you work on the same review packet you started three days ago. Two more weeks and you were out of there.

The sharp ring of the bell made your body tense.

The hallways were hell as you pushed through the sea of people, snarling your nose at the girls pressed to lockers like you weren’t that very girl three years ago as a puny freshman desperate for any attention you could get.

You scan the parking lot for the flaky paint of none other than Steve Harrington's car. He leaned against the hood, a blond girl with a ponytail twisting around her fingers beside him, a plastic dramatic smile on her face as she talked to him.

You scoff as you wait for cars before you cross. The all-familiar stench of marijuana filled your nose as a car slowly drove past.

You thought for a moment about the last time you even smoked a joint. How you would absolutely kill to have a smoke and let ‘unit four of Advanced Algorithms’ fall from your mind.

Steve’s eyes landed on your snarled nose and distasteful expression. He threw his hands up in a “what the hell?” gesture as you grew closer. The girl he was talking to– well she was more talking at him –watched in confusion as you walked up to them.

“Really Harrington? High School girls?” You asked as you made a pained face at the, likely sophomore, girl who shifted her eyes around before excusing herself and shuffling away from you two.

“I wasn’t trying to talk to her like that man!” he tried to defend. “She came towards me and I blacked out!” He said in an exasperated tone before turning back to you.

You saw that look on his face. Absolutely not. That was his look of ‘I’m about to be the biggest dick ever’.

His eyes squinted and you couldn't fathom that at one point you would melt under the gaze.

“Were you jealous or something?”

There it was. The classic Steve Harrington dick move.

You scoffed before turning to stomp to the passenger side of the car and fling open the door with an ear-piercing creak of rusty hinges.

“You so fucking wish dude,” you yelled over your shoulder.

The car was boiling hot and you groaned in annoyance. You were tired and stressed, and a hot car making drips of sweat melt down the skin of your back wasn’t what you would prefer to be happening.

“What's up your ass today?” Steve jabbed as you slouched back.

“How much cash do you have?” You asked, his eyebrows furrow.

“What? Why?”

“Will you buy me some pot?” You asked and he broke into a barking laugh.

“Dude, I hang with a bunch of geeky kids all the time. Do you think I know any drug dealers?”

You rolled your eyes remembering the days two years prior you would watch him at parties, a joint between his lips and his hand around your waist.

Sat perched like his little trophy.

“Whatever. If I find a guy will you pay?” You asked, and he rubbed a hand over his forehead avoiding eye contact as you flashed him a desperate droopy-eyed look.

He knew how to say no to you, but you couldn’t see him doing it now.

He also knew that everything seemed to suck extra bad recently, and how you used to unwind with a pipe against your lips in the backyard of his family's house.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. As long as we can share.” He stared pointedly at you.

“Deal.” You nodded, flashing a thankful smile.

He cranked the car, letting the engine loudly turn over while you tried to devise a plan when you saw him.

A long mess of curls, a cigarette between his lips.

You recalled hearing a girl talk about buying adderall from him at a party. Surely, if he was selling pills, he was bound to have some weed.

A grin split across your face as you unclicked your seatbelt.

“Give me a second!” You shouted as you clumsily hauled yourself out of the car with Steve shouting after you.

Your anxiety swelled as you approached where Eddie and a few of his friends stood around the rusted bed of a truck.

One of the guys with him took note of your steady walk towards them, tapping Eddie's arm and pointing.

You rolled the jewel of your necklace around in your hands as you shyly stood in front of him.

“Hi.” You breathed out, a tremendously awkward way to greet a guy you've never met.

“What?” He asked, taking a drag from his cigarette.

All of his friends stood behind him eyeing you as you flittered your gaze between them and the tall frame of Eddie.

“I uh, I was wondering if you sell?” You said, trying not to seem like some paranoid freshman by lowering your voice.

“Yeah, what do you need?”

“Pot. An ounce or two maybe?” You reply wondering if his eyes are focused on the necklace rolling between your fingers or the cleavage underneath it.

“Yeah, yeah. I, uh, take my address real fast, stop by at 7, and you can look around?”

“How much do you sell for?” You asked.

“How much you got?” he shrugged, smiling a little. You wondered if that was something he always does or if you're being an egocentric asshole for thinking he is.

“My friend is payin’ actually. Is it cool if he comes with tonight?” You gesture over to Steve, who was taking notice of you facing him.

“Steve?” Eddie laughed a little. “He’s your friend?”

“Uh, yeah, we’re close or whatever,” You said, hoping to sound cooler than you were.

“Yeah, yeah, it's fine if he comes with, man. He knows two of my boys.”

You nod and chew on your lip. The sun was becoming too hot on your skin and the imposing presence of the guy made you hot under the collar already.

“Here’s my address. 7,” Eddie said around his cigarette. He handed you a slip of paper between ringed fingers.

-

Steve wasn't happy to find out the club Mike and Dustin raved about was run by a drug dealer who failed senior year…twice. To which you snapped “I failed senior year too, asshole” And he shrugged in that annoying way he does when he knows he’s pressing a button.

“Whatever, dickwad, get home safe.” You reply as you both pull into your driveway.

“Do you wanna hang out actually?” He asked before you could slam the door.

“I mean, yeah,” You roll your eyes, pretending you weren’t a little bit glad he wanted you around after basically stealing his cash for drugs. “Come on.” You roll your eyes. You pretended that

-

You both lounged comfortably, giggling like middle schoolers with excitement.

“I’ve been on the same review packet for three fucking days. I need a fucking joint and a vibrator right now.” You huffed as Steve finished telling you about the kids who decided to try to steal a porno movie.

He scrunched his nose. “Dude, you don't need to tell me about your sexual frustration.” He bit. You rolled your eyes, letting your lips purse in annoyance.

“Steve.” You gritted out.

“What!” He said in that same ‘what did I do tone’ he loved so much.

“You have fucked me halfway to heaven before and if I want to talk about busting one good nut sometimes, I should be allowed to.” You finished your statement with a drawn-out grunt of annoyance.

You never wanted to genuinely be a dickhead to Steve. However, there was something so infuriatingly relaxing about watching him shrink down as you bark out complaints.

You both sat in silence for a while after that. His head had fallen to press against the side of yours, a comfortable reminder he was there.

“It’s 6:45 and I don't know where that freak lives so we better get a move on,” Steve said as your eyes fluttered with exhaustion.

“Yeah, let's get goin’.”
-

Steve groaned as you pulled into a trailer park. The tires crackled loud through the quiet dark as they passed over the gravel roads.

“Max lives here. Can’t believe she's neighbors with a fucking drug dealer.” You heard Steve mutter.

It was amusing the way the kids always plagued his mind. They’d been through a lot together and it was refreshing that there was someone there to understand.

You thought about all the times Steve would explain something to you and you'd sit with tears in your eyes; Imagining the much smaller faces of the kids going through what they did.

So yeah, it wasn’t too satisfying to pull into the driveway across from the red-haired girl's home.

With slightly rusted gutters and a dirty yellow paint job, Eddie Munson's home looked… Normal.

Like every other home on the street. Slightly gritty, the windows visibly dirty and a yellow light shining from inside.

You glance towards Steve as you anxiously glare at the door.

“Are you gonna stand here” Steve whisper yelled at you blinked with hesitation up at him before he sighed, raising his fist to knock hard.

“Jesus Christ, Steve! He’s gonna think we’re the fuckin’ feds!” You snapped.

The door clicked open a moment before Steve could bite back a response. You stared in a state of shock for a moment as Eddie gave you a greeting smile.

“Hey! Glad you could make it. Uh, come in, mind the, uh, everything.” He said gesturing around with a cigarette that laid lit in his fingers.

He made a wide gesture that almost made you bark out laughing. His arms held wide in the direction of a hallway where a wooden door lay slightly cracked, music thumping a heavy beat behind it.

“So, let me see.” He said as you glanced awkwardly around. Your eyes landed on the familiar patterns of album covers you had in your room. The walls were littered with band posters and what you could only assume were dungeon and dragons monsters by the snarled teeth and almost childlike art style.

How was he such a fucking nerd and kept a biting, fire-hot aura going?

“Ok so, I have adderall, oxys, annnnnd molly, pill-wise.” You scrunch your nose in denial.

“I can’t imagine how insanely sufferable you’d be on an adderall” Steve jabbed, elbow clicking to your side in a light push.

“Fuck off, dude,” You rolled your eyes. You wanted to blush at him teasing you in front of a drug dealer.

“Ok, I get that. I am actually pretty stocked on pot right now though. What strain we thinking?” Eddie asked before pulling jars from a wobbly dresser.

“Uh, what's good for stress?” Steve asked before you could reply. God damn, you wish he’d let you talk.

“Indica, dumbass. Now let me pick it and shut it.” You offered a fake smile, taunting him with a grin that leaked with sarcasm.

“Indica, yeah. Let me actually go grab one from the kitchen first.”

You nodded and he brushed past you, his toned arms brushing against you with a firecracker spark.

“Isn't that the stupid band you listen to?” Steve asked, gesturing towards a Sex Pistols poster on Eddie’s wall.

“They’re not stupid!” You frowned hard at him.

Eddie returned as Steve replied. “Any band with ‘Sex’ in the name should be sick. They just sound like music that makes people bully you in the hallways.”

“Woah! You got something against the Pistols, Harrington?” Eddie said boisterously as he slid into the room with two jars in his hands.

“He was popular in high school which means his music taste is trash.” You said lowly, more to yourself than the room. But Eddie chuckled low, snapping his fingers with a hissing sound.

“She got you!” He laughed.

You smiled a little and Steve even had a bit of a grin tugging the corner of his lips.

“You like good music then, huh?” Eddie asked as he twisted the lid of one of the jars before letting you sniff it. It was smooth and strong, nostalgic almost.

“Yeah?” He asked looking over at you with an expecting grin.

You sniffed again almost moaning with just the smell of what made you feel so very eased.

“Perfect.” You replied. Steve cocked his head at you.

“Good weed smells heavenly, dude. You always had that rich kid shit that smelled like roadkill and was most definitely half bay leaves.” You pat Steve's shoulder, holding in an apologetic way onto the crook of his arm.

“That's probably true. I know the guy who sold to all the rich douches on the basketball team and there's most definitely more than just some cabinet spices in that shit.”

Steve snorts a little to your surprise.

“This is $20 an ounce. Before you say anything though, I've never had a better bong rip in my life than with this.” Eddie threw his head back in a reminiscent grin.

“I only have a bowl. Does it still hit as good?” You asked and he shook his head, frizzy curls shaking with the move.

He scoffed.

“Listen, my uncles out all night and you-“ he cleared his throat eyes darting to Steve who stood lost in staring around Eddie's clutter.

“You seem cool enough so why don’t we smoke some here with my bong, and I can grab some drinks too?”

It was a shock really.

Being told you’re cool was already absurd enough, but being cool enough to be offered to smoke with an admittedly good-looking guy who you just so happened to be very similar to.

“Uh? I'm cool with that if you are?” Steve said as you stood in stunned silence.

“Oh- yeah, yeah. That’s fine!” You choked out trying not to let heat overtake your face.

“Sick! You can hang in the living room and I’ll grab some beers. Beers?” Eddie ask.

“Beers fine,” Steve politely said and you remembered in shame how much of a lightweight you are.

“I’m good, thanks,” You waved dismissively as you followed Steve to the living room.

-

Eddie was so right about how smooth it hit.

You threw your head back and closed your eyes as you held in the first puff of smoke. Opening them again slowly to watch the smoke cloud in front of you.

Eddie's eyes watched intensely as you smiled and nodded, handing the glass over to Eddie.

You felt the first rush of soothing calm lick behind your eyelids, that warm quilt in your chest as it settled.

Your mind wandered.

Eddie looked good. His hands were nice to look at. The rings on his fingers clinked against the bong as he passed it to Steve who nodded in thanks. You watched the smoke pool from Eddie's lips as he leaned back waiting to feel the warm feeling soak through his body.

“Good?” You ask as Steve breathes out. He shrugs and you roll your eyes before taking the lighter, flicking it to the bowl before pulling it out and letting the smoke fill your lungs in a rush.

You held back a cough, laughing a little as Eddie repeated you.

After a few more passes and refills, you were in your element. Thick weight on your chest, little tingles on the tips of your fingers. You couldn’t stop giggling as Eddie explained DND to Steve.

From your spot with your head in his lap, you watched as Steve's eyes furrowed in confusion. His eyes were glossy, his lips cracked slightly.

“Why does a 20 always mean critical hit?” Steve asked slowly, making you and Eddie groan loud in sync making the both of you laugh a little.

You giggled through your words as you loudly told Steve that a nat 20 is different from adding your own character's stats.

“That's so complicated and stupid!” Steve complained and you scoffed.

“You’re just an idiot.”

“You failed your senior year, dip shit!” He deflected, making you twist into a dramatized fake crying face.

“So, how do you two even know each other?” Eddie asked from the opposite side of the room.

Your giggles caught you again as you watched Eddie crack a grin at you.

“We used to date actually.”

Eddie raised his brows. “Really? How are you so close after a breakup?” Eddie asked, taken aback by the idea that Steve ‘the smooth talker’ had gone for, to simply put it, you.

“She's too irritating for anyone else, so I keep her around.” Steve teased, but in opposing action let his hand gently card through your hair.

“It’s because you get to see my boobs at sleepovers.” You said with an eye roll.

“That’s so not true! I can see so many boobs anytime I want, dude. You’re not special.”

“Steve! Didn’t know you turned that route after high school!” Eddie said making you bark out a laugh, clutching at your sides. Steve’s laughing vibrated from under you in a gentle reminder it was all banter at the end of the day.

“You do it for my tits. Don’t try to lie!” You feign attitude.

“Okay? I’m allowed to though because I’ve seen like, everything else too!” Steve quips back.

Your cheeks flush a little as he basically just said how he's seen you bare naked in front of a guy you’re just getting to know.

“You’re disgusting. Don’t bring up us banging in front of Eddie!”

“Dude, I can only assume the best for Steve and guess you banged before anyways,” Eddie said from his spot. Steve laughs loud and sharp, a jeering lilt at Eddie taking his side this time.

“And I was the best damn lay you’ll ever get!” You snapped making both boys chuckle low.

“You’re pretty good, I guess” Steve shrugged glancing down at where you gaped at him.

“Just ‘pretty good’?” Eddie snickers making your cheeks flush. It was hard to swallow the thought of Eddie thinking of how Steve regularly blew your back out two years prior.

“Is that why I had to teach you how to finger?” You muttered to Steve who choked for a second.

Hot arousal was pooling, much to your disliking. Weed happened to make you unbearably horny and to make it worse, Steve knew.

You tried not to rub your legs together. Fighting the urge to let memories of cumming around your best friend's fingers flicker about in your head.

Steve lazily grabs at the forgotten beer before struggling to twist the lid.

“Ah, shit. Sorry, man. I don’t think we have a bottle opener either.” Eddie slurred a bit from his loose position on the sofa.

“I got one in my car. Let me grab it?”

Steve sat you up slowly nodding at you to check if you were good. You nodded with a thankful smile.

You heard the door shut as your stoned mind focused on where the door lay open to Eddie's room. A queen-sized bed lay adjacent to the door. Attached to the railing of the headboard shined silver handcuffs, the bars beside it clung with slick rope.

“So, Steve’s pretty cool for a jock. I’m actually super shocked. Like I know Mike and Dustin are close with him, but I always assumed it was some nerd-parental figure shit, ya know?”

You turned to Eddie who was already looking at you with lidded eyes.

“Why do you have rope on your bed?” You blurt.

Confusion clouded the rational thought of, “Maybe don't ask a guy you just met about random objects in his bedroom.”

“Are you serious?” Eddie asked, leaning forward with a wide smile, his elbows rest excitedly on his knees. His bracelets made small clinking noises at the quick shift of his movement.

“Uh, yeah?” You ask hesitantly.

“You never been tied up? Like none of your exes were into that?”

Humiliation set in before shock could and you gaped at his bemused smile.

“No! I’ve only fucked Steve and we see where that ended up.”

“You know what S&M is?” He asked after. You shook your head.

Steve was taking a while, huh?

You looked in his eyes, all but darkening, making a rising feeling seep into your guts.

“It’s like, uh, submissive and master. Like one person, me, likes to be in charge. And the other person likes giving up control. The ropes are to tie the sub down and watch ‘em squirm.”

You gaped. A flicker of something slipped through your thoughts- Eddies hand around your throat, kissing your neck as you beg. Dirty things you've only read about in the novels you hid under your bed.

“Oh, uh. Wow. No, I’ve never been with anyone who was into that.” You sputter and he shrugs. His shoulders are really broad. It was actually ironic that he was into pinning girls down with how looming of a frame he had. All broad shoulders, thick biceps.

You thought about how large his hands were. How they would fit so easily around your wrists as his curls fell around his face from where he watched you writhe.

Your cheeks were pink, a wave of heat flooding you. Your limbs felt like electricity and it felt as if you were pinned under his bemused gaze.

“You’re thinking about it now?” He asked, it was a blatant answer that loomed over you both. A thick heavy tension made it apparent that yes, you were thinking about it.

“About what?” You asked flatly, straining to keep your voice from faltering.

“You know. It’s been ages since I’ve had someone interested in these things. If you wanna try something out, I'm open for business.” His smirk was hell-sent. It was as if God's own fallen angel sat across from you, brimstone flames licking at your cheeks.

“Are you proposing to me, Munson?” You asked with a slight grin.

You’re high was less surrounding, leaving lapping surges of history confidence and an ocean full of loose-lipped responses.

You knew from way too much experience what could happen in this state. Your mind clicked back to the times the slip of a thought led you to the twisted sheets of none other than Steve.

“If that’s okay,” He asked, a more serious look on his face. It was the kind of little gesture that made your hot cheeks rise with a grin.

“I dunno. Let’s see what happens.” You hope the vagueness is endearing. That the teasing lilt will have him keyed up just the way it does with Steve.

You feel a little peculiar for a moment. The way everything seems to tie to Steve when thinking about sex.

It was a newer realization, that maybe you still wanted him, just a little. It wasn't like you couldn’t imagine sex with anyone else. You just missed sex with him.

How he writhed under you, his whimpers. You couldn’t shake the memories as you stared blankly towards Eddies own glossed-over gaze.

The fire in your gut was boiling now and with a split-second moment of adrenaline that splashed like cold water over you, you stood.

Your jaw clenched as you stared at Eddie, building your confidence to move. However, the second you let your eyes catch his again, you saw his dark gaze. You felt the hard face you had a moment ago melt. As he stood, it was like a rabbit under the dripping jaws of a starved wolf.

He stood slowly, not making moves to draw closer but staring down at you with a determined look. Your eyes wavered down at his pink tongue. The way it slipped between his thin pursed lips, leaving a trail of shining saliva across the cracked skin.

Through your hazy mind, you let yourself wonder what that same tongue would feel like against your skin.

Was it smooth and slick, or was there a scratchy feeling like Steves? Rough from years of hot coffee and impatience.

“We just standing around?” Eddie jabbed, his voice was soft, not daring to speak loud enough that the heavy tension cracked.

You drew your brows in, looking down at your feet against the yellowed carpet.

That’s how you saw his boots take a step. Moving towards you at a weary pace like a predator stalking in calculated moves around its prey before it made its attack.

And attack he did.

You could smell the cologne he dabbed himself in, obviously trying and failing to cover the smell of musk and cigarettes. You could hear his breathing with the silence in the room, the low humming of the air conditioner the only noise to bade off a surely deafening silence.

You fought not to jump away in surprise when the rough tips of his fingers touched your jaw.

He ran them in a slow slide from under your ear and down your neck. A shiver ran up your spine as you let your head tilt back to look up at him.

You watched with saccharine sweet feelings whirling up. His big puppy dog eyes were animalistic admiring, his own hand that still ran down the expanse of your neck at a slow pace, up and down.

“Is this something you want?” He asked lowly.

“Depends on what ‘this’ is” You breathed, nervousness tightening your voice.

He stood there quietly, eyes watching as you all but melted with the gentle slide of his hands.

“Can I kiss you?” He spoke after a moment.

Like an instinct, your head bobbed in an enthusiastic nod.

A small smile was on his lips as you lurched to meet him in the middle.

Immediately, he took control. His hands slid to grab the back of your neck, possessively holding you in place. His kiss was firm but not rough. You let him move how he pleased, following like a dog awaiting its next command.

It was abnormal to submit to someone. You weren’t used to the way you melted like jelly in his palms, how it made you fight down a whimper when he aggressively slid a hand to your waist before jerking your body towards him. Your frames collided with a rough thump, you could feel your back arch into him.

His tongue slid in with confidence. Letting him explore your mouth, ever so slightly brushing your tongue against him. He pulled away, your lips both spit slick with the lingering taste of the smoke from earlier on both your tongues.

You felt the need to whine at his departure. You’d never been desperate like this, never pliant in someone's hands the way you suddenly seemed to be.

He chuckled a bit as you chased his lips.

“Asking again, are we just standing around?”

This time you knew what he meant by that. You sucked your lip in anticipation as you fought the urge to smile in satisfaction.

You ran your hands up his chest, thick and firm under your fingertips before you lifted to your tiptoes letting your lips move close to his ear.

“I’d love to see those ropes up close.” You whispered to him. His hands gripping roughly on your sides.

He breathed in a deep breath making you smile in satisfaction.

“Up.” was all he said slowly before you felt him grab the back of your thighs. You gasped, letting your legs wrap around him. You only had a moment to stare down in shock before he had his lips on your neck.

Your eyes fluttered under his attention. He stumbled slightly to press you to the wall of the hallway.

“Are you still okay with this?” He muttered into the skin of your neck.

You whined for the first time as he pulled away. You looked down at his droopy eyes, gazing with a softness not expected.

“You sound so pretty, baby. Can't wait to see what else you can do.”

You gasped as his teeth attached to your neck.

“Eddie.” You whined as he sucked on the skin below your ear. You didn't have nearly enough clear thoughts to say, ‘no marks’. You were at the point where you would beg to have the smatter of red marks all over you if it meant you could feel his teeth, his lips, the slide of his tongue.

“You’re whiny huh? So sensitive you just have to cry for it.” Eddie spoke, his breath against the wet skin making you almost writhe.

“Don’t be an asshole.” You scoffed, trying not to show how breathless you were.

He pressed you harder into the wall.

“I liked it better when you were just whining, baby. Don’t give me lip, you won't like where that leads you.”

You opened your mouth in shock and he slipped a tongue into your mouth. With the way he pinned you to the wall you could feel where his cock had stiffened, now half hard in the tight jeans he wore.

“Sh-shit” You whimpered, grinding down on it experimentally. He pulled off your skin with a noise before looking up at you with a deep look.

“Don’t be a greedy whore.” Was all he said. Your eyes all but rolled back.

“Sorry guys, I got the opener and I guess max saw me so I wanted to make sure she was–” He stopped.

You’d completely forgotten about the idiot. He stood there with his stupid wide eyes, his mouth gaping.

“I’m gonna-“

Eddie leaned into your ear. “Why don’t you ask him to join?”

Your body lit up and you stumbled away from Eddie with weak knees. “If it’s okay with you, why don’t you, uh, stay? It’s not like we haven’t done it before. It’s just now there’s also someone else.

You felt hot with the hope he would agree. You missed sex with him, his soft body under yours, hands digging into your hips while you took control of him.

“Oh, uh. What am I joining exactly?” He asked, ever the stupid pretty boy he was.

Eddie spoke this time.

“A threesome. If that’s something you're into?”

“A-are you? Into it I mean? I mean I've never had another guy see my wang.” Steve replied his cheeks flushed pink.

You grinned, slowly letting a puppy dog pout fall over your face as you walked into his space.

“Come on. He can tie me up all good and I can ride you. Or suck you off while he fucks me. Or the other way. Or he could fuck you, the options are really-“

“Slow down, race horse,” Eddie said lowly as he slid up behind you. Eddie and Steve were both taller, leaving you sandwiched between the two.

“Uh, yeah. That sounds pretty hot actually.” Steve said breathless, with a nervous chuckle.

“Great, why don’t we get started and set some boundaries then. I wanna know limits before I wreck you, both of you.”

It was a little shocking the way Eddie's eyes darkened towards Steve's nervous stance. He looked the same way earlier right before devouring you in practiced kisses.

“First off. I’m always in control.” Eddie said, leaning next to your ear. You melted back into his chest as he pecked at your neck.

“That's- That's good. Steve’s a bit of a pillow princess. Isn't that right baby?”

He blushed, looking down and biting his lip.

“Oh come on Steve. No need for that.” Eddie crooned.

“How about we just see where it goes okay? Stoplight system for safety?” You offer, raising your slightly trembling hands to Steve's cheeks.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay. Lead the way”

You grin up at him pressing a kiss under his jaw before excitedly bounding after Eddie.

Ring-covered fingers gripped you again as he pulled you into the room.

“Put on a show for him,” Eddie whispered as Steve entered, the door clicking behind him.

You met Eddie in an open-mouth kiss, hands coming to curl into his hair.

Steve made a small choked sound making you smile into Eddie's kiss.

Eddies lips left yours with a wet click and he was immediate to latch onto the soft stretch of your neck.

You whimpered at the rough bites he left, eyes fluttering open to catch where Steve's eyes, glossy and red-rimmed, lay locked to the two of you. His hands clenching by his sides.

“S-Steve.” You whined, and he seemed to jump at his name.

“Come” is all you whimpered to him and he was by you. You looked at him from over eddies shoulder, eyes fluttering at him as lips worked deep bruises into your collar.

Steve blinked down at you and with a quivering lip asked. “Can I kiss you please?”

You smiled at him, his want evident, his puppy dog eyes satisfying and pleading.

You nodded and before a soft praise for asking permission could leave your mouth, he slammed onto you.

You two were always rough kissers. Desperate and hungry and in love. The few times you two had hooked up right after the break-up, you remember wondering how you were ever going to go back to the gentle pecks of other guys.

You felt hands grip rough onto the swell of your ass and you disconnected from Steve's mouth.

“Don’t get him too wound up already, baby. He’s gotta last two rounds.”

You keened at Eddie's words. He had devised his own little plan and you knew he was, to put it lightly, imaginative.

“I’m going easy on you, both of you, but it doesn’t mean I'm not going to be nice.”

You felt your cunt throb. You were already wet.

Eddie turned to look at Steve. A smirk creaking onto his lips.

“Anything you need to say, Harrington?” Eddie asked, stepping in close to Steve.

“No, nothing,” Steve said.

“Do you want to be good for me tonight?”

It was whiplash, the earlier banter was now replaced by a dance of submission and domination.

Steve whined, nodding enthusiastically. By now Steve was usually clinging to you and whimpering in anticipation as you described what you were going to do.

You could see him twitching to make contact, to feel Eddie's skin against where he was heating up all over.

Eddie raised those ringer-clad fingers, pushing them to the hair tamed nicely at the nape of Steve's neck.

In a snap, his fingers were gripping the locks. Steve whined, high and wet in his throat. You loved him like this more than he knew. And from the way, Eddie stared up a tongue running against his bottom lip, he did too.

From the grip of the hair behind his head, Eddie pulled him close so they shared a breath. Steve's hands coming to clutch at Eddie's shirt.

“Here's what your gonna do. If you don’t listen carefully, there's a ring in my drawer that would look beautiful on your cock.” Eddies words made you a bit jealous, a bit dizzy, and a whole lot excited.

You never saw Steve crumble under your words the way he was with Eddie.

“I want your hands above your head. If in the first round you can behave, I'll unhook you and you can touch as you please.” Eddie said. A sweet kiss pressed to Steve's mouth, leaving a moment for objection before he pulled away to turn to the bed.

“Take your shirt off and I'll get you done up all pretty huh?.” Eddie said softer than before. You shuffled awkwardly and as Steve stripped his shirt while Eddie glanced back at you.

“Don’t look so left out sweet baby. I have even better things for you.”

You bit your lip, your head gaining that pleasant, fuzzy wave.

With trembling knees you watched him skillfully secure Steve to his headboard, the glint of the silver cuffs looked delicious around his wrists. Even more appealing was Eddie leaning softly in and kissing Steve with a gentle peck.

“All good?” He asked sweetly and Steve nodded enthusiastically with a gentle grin.

When Eddie's eyes were back on you, it was that lingering excitement all over again.

He all but strutted over to you. His hands moving in an easy slide under your shirt, touching the bare skin of your waist.

“Mmm, you’re so soft, baby. Wanna sink my teeth into every part of you” He growled and you sucked your already swollen lip in once more to hold back pleas.

“Now, you're gonna put on a little show for me and Steve while I tell you all about what's coming. Does that sound good?” He asked. You nodded, moving to kiss him but stopped when his hand grabbed your face. His thumb dug deliciously into your cheek.

“Ah ah. You have to ask for that now. You only get what I give you. “ You nodded to the best of your ability still in his tight clutch.

“Are you okay with slapping, my darling?” He asked.

Your eyes widened and you nodded.

He pulled his hand away from your face with a satisfied look.

“Okay. You wanna know what that means though, pretty?” It was rhetorical but with his dramatic pause you wanted to blurt out ‘what?!’.

“It means you don’t listen, I’m gonna slap your pretty face until you do. You wanna go home to mommy with a red cheek, darling? Or are you gonna be a good whore.”

The moan you let out was pornographic and he chuckled. It was all but condescending, the way he so casually made his requests and held you on his little rope wrapped right around his finger.

“Now strip. Show us the goods, baby.” He muttered in your ear before pressing a final fleeting kiss under your ear.

You did as he said, obediently. Unbuckling the belt of your pants in unhurried hesitations.

“You’re gonna ride Steve first okay. I want your back facing him and I'm gonna face you. You’re gonna listen to everything I say and show Steve what he's been missing.”

In a right mind, you know both you and the latter would make a biting remark about how if you really missed it this wouldn't be the first sex you've had together in almost two years. But you resided to smiling at him with anticipation.

“Aw, don’t look so happy yet, baby. You wanted to try my ropes, I remember.” You stopped where you were unbuttoning the front of your shirt.

“Your hands are gonna be behind your back until you come. No touching until Steve gets you off. Is that okay?” He glances at you and Steve. You nod with enthusiasm and Steve rolls his head back lightly before muttering, ‘Yes’ in a mind-bending whine.

“Get on with it then. We don’t have all-day, hot stuff” Eddie gestured and you fumbled for a moment with the rest of your shirt’s buttons.

His eyes on you made your hands tremble and the wetness between your legs was all the more distracting than you focusing on slipping the small ceramic buttons through their holes.

With frustration, you finally shed the shirt.

Eddie, ever the guy he was, whistled in appraisal as you stood in baggy jeans and a red satin bra.

It was older, your chest pushed against the cups in resistance as the cups struggled to hold you all in.

“Aren't you just bursting out, darling? Hiding all that under those stupid button-ups is really a shame.”

You never knew that the praise you’d been accustomed to spewing would make the hot tendrils of satisfaction wrap around you. This entire thing was full of revelations, anticipating what more you were going to learn in this.

You slid your pants down leaving you in your bra and a tight pair of women's boy shorts.

Eddie's eyes were glued to the plush of your thighs. Steves's desperate eyes were bouncing from the space between your shoulders and where the hem of your boy shorts held to your skin.

He’d seen it before and you never let it pass your mind every time he ogled you, just how good it felt to be so appealing in his eyes.

“Come here,” Eddie's voice was low again, it flipped you back to when he’d said the same words earlier. Where all of this began.

You strode over, daringly moving to rub a hand through his hair. His hand gripped your wrist, fast and rough.

“Don't touch.”

His voice was heavy. You let out a small gasp as he turned your wrist, still gripped tightly by him. Pressing a gentle kiss to your palm he tugged hard, you were against him quickly, bare skin against the fabric of his rough jeans.

You settled in his lap, glancing briefly to where Steve was wide-eyed.

“Look at me, angel.”

Your head snapped back to look at his small smile. You couldn’t help but lean in and press a kiss to his lips.

Then you pulled away, sharing a breath for a moment, his hands moving up the bare skin of your back.

“I should punish you for not asking, but that was just too cute.” He smiled into a kiss he pressed wetly against your sternum.

The hands on your back climbed up and you felt, with eased practice, he unclips your bra.

With joyous excitement you let your arms drop from where you gripped his shoulders. The silky straps slide down your arms and Eddies eyes flicked between your face and where the burgundy cloth slid.

You smiled shifting higher on your knees so you had the plush swells of your breasts right in his eyesight.

His eyes stared wide, well wider than they naturally already were, his big hands calloused against the tender skin of your waist.

He pressed a few more kisses to your chest before letting his lips trail in searing trails to the peaks of your tits.

You felt your nipples pebble, begging to feel the rough slide of the fingers, hardened from his guitar, rub against them. Or the heat of his mouth wrapping around them and sucking until they were red and swollen.

You thought of Steve again. Your eyes fluttered with enjoyment as Eddie covered you in hickies, you panned to look at the man all tied up.

He was stiff in his jeans. Well, it could also be half mass, it was hard to tell with a dick his size. You remembered its stretch, how thick it was.

Eddie finally placed a kiss on your nipples making your eyes jump down to where he worked diligently.

He pulled away just as the fuzzy feeling all but consumed you. You squirmed, barely brushing the obvious hard-on in his tight pants.

“Now I see why Steve uses excuses to see these.”

Steve only made a whine in response, obviously not enjoying being ignored.

“I think he's getting jealous. Why don't you give him some attention, baby?” Eddie cooed and you nodded scrambling to settle on Steve's lap.

His eyes watched with widened amusement as you smiled at him. “You look really good so desperate again.”

You could hear Eddie rustling behind you and let yourself have a moment with Steve.

“I’m really looking forward to this, ya know.” You jabbed once again. Leaning into his space for a teasing moment before, ever the impatient asshole he was, Steve surged forward and kissed you.

It was different than Eddie. Way more familiar, less desperate heat, and more common practice, muscle memory for you both.

As you were beginning to lose yourself in Steve's kisses, how he whimpered softly into your mouth, you felt Eddie shift. He sat behind you, Steve's knees bent to give him space. You tried to pay no mind to the slight tension that filled you, anticipating his next move.

Then a hand was gripping your hair, you shrieked as you were jerked up. Your back was flush to Steve's thighs, you could feel his hard-on against where you were leaking with wetness.

“That’s enough,” Eddie muttered in your ear, his attention quickly shifting to Steve.

“Having fun yet, pretty boy?” Eddie crooned and Steve nodded with shocked eyes.

With gooey movements, Eddie wiggled around you and attached a kiss to Steve's bare chest.

“You’re doing real good, bunny.”

The name made Steve keen. You never knew he was one for the soft lovey names.

Eddie swiped a sticky piece of hair from Steve's forehead planting a kiss before you barely heard what he spoke.

“Such a desperate bitch, Steve. All whiny for anything we give you. You like being just a little toy for us, bunny?”

Steve nodded quickly and Eddie let out that deep rumbling laugh that made your toes curl.

“You’ll get attention soon.” He said before pulling back.

Eddies hands ran along the waistband of your underwear, a gentle silence before he eased you down to lay against Steve's chest.

The hair tickled your face a little but the warm skin came in comfort.

“Gonna prep you for him. Alright?” Eddie asked, very well knowing from the dark patch on your underwear that you were nothing short of pleading for him to get on with it.

“Let's get you tied up first how about that honey?”

You wanted to kick your feet and stomp like a toddler. Every time you were hopeful of finally getting what you need it seemed Eddie found more and more ways to wind you up.

His hands roughly grabbed at your arms. Pinning them behind your back, the damp skin of your back flat against both of your forearms.

“Such a good bitch.” Eddie muttered, and with a quick move, his hand colliding with the skin of your ass.

You almost screamed, a choked wet sound finding its way out instead.

His hand kneaded the fat where he slapped, undoubtedly now cherry red.

“Again.” You pant, and as if he knew you would ask he gripped your flesh again.

“Say it properly.” He scolded.

“Please!” You whimpered.

He clicked his tongue. “Now, you're missing an important part baby. Don't fuck this up before I even get inside you darling.”

“P-please slap me again, Sir!”

In another quick movement, another loud slap was heard and you gripped onto Steve a little tighter from where ur arms had jerked up and out of Eddies positioning.

It wasn't long though before he gripped your arms again and you were gnawing your lip with anticipation.

The rope isn't thick, it was a silky smooth black length and felt delicious against your skin. Eddie worked it around you with skilled hands. Tugging and lifting to bind you fully.

You pulled a little to test his knots and were pleasantly met with resistance.

“Good girl,” Eddie muttered into your ear. “Roll-off, “ He said and nudged you slightly until you unwind yourself from Steve and rolled to the empty space beside him.

Eddie quickly crowded into Steve's space, murmuring to him before pressing a gentle kiss from behind his ear and connecting with his mouth. It was open mouth and desperate, Eddie's hand shimmying in an unhurried pace down Steve's body until he cupped Steves hard on.

Steve whined and you finally got to watch fully as a pleased smile passed over Eddie's face.

With a few mutters you couldn't quite hear, and a few kisses in between, Eddie was pulling Steve's jeans off.

He passed bites and kisses to Steve's legs as he reached Steve's ankle pressing one final kiss before dropping them and tossing away the clothes.

He slowly but surely removed Steve's boxers, the familiar thick length baby pink and throbbing hard.

“He’s already dripping for you,” Eddie said to you as he leaned back. Steve gasped out and squirmed with the newfound cool air against the heat of his erection.

If you could lift yourself up, you’d be pouncing to lick up the puddle of precum that glistened off his tip.

Eddie smiled lazily at both of you, his eyes droopy with lust. It wasn't long before he silently pointed at you and curled his finger in a come hither.

You squirmed and arched trying to sit up. It was an embarrassing display of desperation.

He chuckled before moving to roughly grip your waist, he pulled you up with ease and you slumped against his chest, dazed and burning with want.

He kissed your shoulders before turning you around to face Steve who was offering a gentle smile.

“Lay how you were before. I’ve changed plans.” He said and Steve whined as the bare skin of your thigh brushed his hard-on as you moved with stumbling jerks to reposition.

“God, honey, you look so pretty scrambling to listen even when you're all tied up. So desperate to please me, huh?”

You nodded as he pressed himself to your back.

“You can speak.”

You whined loud before speaking.

“Feels so- feels so embarrassing.” You panted. Eddie just chuckled against your marked skin. The bruises began to ache as he pressed his lips back over the darkening cherry splotches.

“I’m gonna get you off first. And then Steve can cum down your throat. How’s that for ya?” He asked, turning between you and Steve.

It wasn't that Steve had a low libido. He could crank three out in two hours easily. But with how red and leaking, how gooey he looked already. He was one and done.

It was a bit of an ego boost how easy it was for Steve to come for you. You wondered what it would be like with Eddie for a moment. Only a moment though because a hand was pushing the wet fabric of your panties to the side and a rough, thick finger ran up the length of your cunt.

You had to fight to lean forward and sink your teeth into Steve's skin to relieve the tension you felt.

“You don't like when I tease?” Eddie asked, rubbing his, now cum slick fingers over the round skin of your ass.

“Just want you so bad, sir!” You pleaded. It was a new feeling. To be so overwhelmingly needy, enough so you could abandon your humility like this and beg for him.

You could hear Eddie's smile as he spoke.

“It’s what you get for earlier. Asking me all those questions with your pretty little eyes just begging me to show you.”

His finger grazed your clit. It was swollen and hot as he split two fingers and softly edged around it. It offered just enough to make your breath quicken.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, baby.” He bit into your shoulder again.

You arched against his touch as he spread dampness around your clit before running a finger over it.

“F-fuck!” You moaned as he rubbed soft circles into your core.

“Does it feel good?” He asked.

Your mind was too clouded with the need for more. A firmer touch, a quicker slide.

“More!” You plead, Steve choking when you felt your clothes cunt brush against his cock.

“Aw baby. You sound so good begging for me but-“ He quickly gripped your throat, pulling you back flush against his chest for the umpteenth time.

You screamed, desperately grinding down onto Steve's hard-on.

“Stop,” Eddie said through gritted teeth. You halted every movement. There was only the noise of your panting.

“I knew you could be a good girl.” He praised his thumb running up and down on your throat, the striking cold rings made your skin bloom into goosebumps.

His hand slid down to the waist of your panties, hand still lightly pressed against your neck.

He toyed with it for a brief second before sliding his hand in them and rubbing in quick tight circles on your clit.

Supernovas exploded behind your eyes and you curled your back against him.

“Steve, doesn't she just look wonderful?” Eddie asks and Steve chuckles.

“Forgot how hot she is, fuck.” Steve breathed. You felt your thighs shake around Eddie's hand.

“Lean forward now,” Eddie said smoothly, releasing your neck. He pressed a kiss against your back before you leaned down, arching your back for him.

You could die with the feeling of his hands on you, the slight burn of his facial hair where he had kissed you raw.

He slid your panties to the side again, using his middle finger to slide towards your hole. You whined, fighting the urge to grind against him.

It didn't even take begging though. His finger slid to circle the wetness of your hole before sliding his finger in.

You clenched in pleasure and his thick finger slid into your heat with no resistance.

“Mmm, so tight baby. How'd you give up pussy this good, Harrington?”

You melted under Eddie's touch. His fingers seemed skilled, curling to press to the soft mesh of your g-spot.

He thrust them a few times before, with ease, slid in a second. You moaned, high in your throat, mouth falling open to pant against Steve's skin.

“Does that feel good, my pretty little slut?”

“Yes, sir! Your fingers are so thick, Eddie!” You writhed, the breath being punched out of you as he sped up his thrusts.

You could hear the squelching of your arousal. How soaking you were from how he was fingering you.

“Are you already getting close?” Eddie chided and you noticed how your cunt was spasming around his digits. The coil that was tightening in your gut was growing with pent-up tension.

“Yes! Yes, fuck! I wanna cum.” You exclaim. Drool was already dribbling by the time he was on his third finger.

You wanted to whine for his cock. It was hard not to, you weren’t used to this desperate urge to please. The all-consuming need to do what he says to earn his praises in the deep rumbling of his voice.

You felt the coil wind tighter. Teetering on the edge with thighs shaking, trying not to move in case he stopped ramming into the spot that felt like firecrackers exploded under your skin.

As soon as you felt like you were being granted your release he pulled away.

You cried out pushing back in desperation.

“Aw, baby girl. You can’t come just yet. You want me to fuck you, right?”

You nodded with teary eyes. You tugged at your binds wanting to cling to Steve's skin under you.

“Want your cock so bad Eds!” You cried.

“Holy shit-“ You heard steve breathe. You made a subtle grind down onto his cock.

“Never heard her whine for it, Eddie. You’re so good, fuck. You’re both so hot.” Steve said, you squirmed, shifting to suck a mark into his skin in a disgustingly mushed, desperate way.

“What do you think you're doing?” Steve laughed airily.

“Want you to feel good too.”

“We’ll get there,” Eddie said this time.

You didn't look back at him, just laid with drool-covered lips against the flustered skin of Steve's chest.

“You ready for my cock now pretty girl?” Eddie asked.

You nodded, spreading your thighs wider in invitation. The air was cooling the wetness between your legs.

“That's it, baby.” He rubbed your ass, striking it again just as he'd done earlier. But as he did you felt the head of his cock against your hole.

The stretch made your eyes roll back.

You thought in a moment of everything that had led up to this and none of it could prepare you for how utterly satisfied you felt as he speared you down on him, giving no time to adjust.

You squeaked out garbled sounds.

He was thick, fully sheathed in your heat. He was just long enough that you ached with how deep he was but not long enough to smash your cervix.

“That's it. Take my cock like that, whore.” Eddie gritted. His hips stutter, pulling out just slightly to nudge in deeper.

“You’re sucking me in, honey. Tell me how it feels?”

You screamed as he began to thrust, not knowing how you were to describe the feeling of being drained of any cognitive thought.

“Fuck! So good, sir! Need you so bad! You’re so fucking deep in me…” You trailed off the end and fell into gasps as he began to thrust harder. He nailed your g-spot a few times but it felt heavenly even with him brushing against it.

You never understand people who screamed and cried during sex but with the amount of tension and your already nonexistent filter, no thanks to the weed, you sounded whoreish even to yourself.

You suddenly understood why Steve went so soft as you rode him roughly, battering him with praises and a twist of degrading spews.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You chanted, the binds were now something of a punishment. You wanted to reach back and hold Eddie's hips.

To grip his hair and hear him right in your ear as you brought him to the edge.

But he slipped out without warning.

“I think it’s time we give Steve some huh?” Eddie stated, your wet lashes fluttering.

You heard fumbling above you but everything was blurry and you were gasping for air.

Before you could let your breaths even out and utterly melt into Steve's comfort, you were being tugged back. This time slower, with a gentle hand on your tummy to ease you.

You fought against already weakened thighs so as to not fall on Steve's exposed cock.

You spared a glance at where precum had bubbled out enough to leave a cloudy mess on the hairy stomach.

“You can touch,” Eddie said. It wasn’t towards you obviously, and you opened heavy lids to see Steve, now freed from his cuffs.

His wrists were red from where he tugged.

He sat up quickly much to your enjoyment. You settled on his thick thighs, the craving urge to grind your sopping mess against him grew tenfold as the muscles tensed.

You watched with a dazed feeling as Steve and Eddie met in a kiss over your shoulder.

“You did so well. Now it’s time for you to feel good alright?” Eddie said softly, his thumb soothing Steve's raw skin.

They shared a final fleeting kiss before Steve's attention was on you.

You lurched forward in a surge of desperation. You planted directly into the skin of his neck, the musky smell of his sweat making you swoon.

His arms wrapped around you as he held you tenderly. There was a shift, you could all feel it.

Eddies once striking hands, leaving burning slaps were tracing your skin like fine china. Steve's familiarity was soothing.

You felt sedated, like a patient given gas at the dentist, all loopy and pliant.

“You’re gonna suck Steve off while I fuck you okay?” Eddie spoke softly.

“Do you want to stay tied up, or can you be good without them and keep your hands to yourself?”

You tugged on the binds, just to feel the dig of the rope.

“Wanna stay tied up.” You muttered, your voice thick.

“Okay, honey.” Eddie laughed. “We’ve created a rope bunny, Steve. Hungry to be tied up and fucked like a toy.”

The heat was back with that. Eddie applying pressure to ur hips in a way to tell you to lift up. Assisting you heavily with how gooey your muscles felt.

Eddie pulled your underwear off, leaving your sopping cunt clenching against the cold air.

Your cunt was already red, swollen from Eddie pounding into you. Your clit felt almost painful to rub and your arms shuddered under your weight.

You eyed Steve as he settled on shaky legs in front of you. You waited patiently for permission but there was saliva pooling in your mouth as you stared down the leaking tip of his cock standing at attention in front of you.

“You can touch,” Eddie said softly, motioning to Steve's cock. If you weren't desperate to feel it drag against your tongue you would have snapped back about how ‘touching it’ wasn't an option when he had you basically hogtied.

You however only lurched forward letting your spit-soaked lips catch on his tip. You let the bubbling pearls of his precum coat your lips before glancing up, letting him watch you lick it off your lips before delving to take his sensitive tip back in.

You licked roughly at the spot lying on the underside of his cock, reveling in the way he shuddered. He throbbed in your mouth and a satisfied smile crept on your lips.

After a few moments of swirling your tongue around the tip, you relaxed your jaw and sunk down. The heavyweight pushing its way towards your throat was deeply satisfying. Your eyes fluttered as you relaxed and let yourself fall down enough that the curls of his pubic hair brushed against your nose.

He was panting and pawing at your hair. You could feel his hips fighting to thrust into where your throat clamped around him.

You stayed there for a moment to tease, but it was cut short at the feeling of a hand brushing against your windpipe.

“I can feel your cock.” Eddie said to Steve making the both of you crumple a little inwards. Your body felt weak and begging for release. Eddie moved, quick and with purpose. You heard a small gasp before the tell-tale signs of kissing. Your mind was too fuzzy and your eyes too blurry, so you could only imagine the hot side of the two men's mouths.

You could feel your cunt drooling, the wetness of your thighs an indicator of how badly you wanted him back in you.

You whined around Steve's cock again, making the man's thighs tremble.

You pulled away to breathe, swirling lazily around his head again as you gasps, spitting the precum that was building in your mouth. Steve moaned as you made a mess of his cock, a hand ran softly along your face and brushed sticky hair behind your ear.

You were so mind-boggled and caught up in the trimmers of Steve's hips that when you felt the brush of Eddie's cock against the opening of your cunt, you gasped.

You moaned briefly, relishing in the slick head and rubbing your sensitive clit. Eddie however, gripped your head, shoving your gaping mouth back down onto Steve.

You gagged for a moment as he held you down, slipping his cock past your puffy folds again as your eyes swelled with tears.

Steve's gentle fingers swiped away a tear. It was dizzying. His soft touch in contrast with the demanding grip of Eddies whose hands were bruising your hips.

You were definitely going to stare at his marks in the mirror later and fight the urge to touch yourself.

You wished you could bottle up the feeling of him roughly slamming into you to keep for later.

You wanted it to always be this good. Him purposely missing your sweet spot in favor of enjoying the bulge that showed in your stomach. The taste of Steve heavy on your tongue.

“That’s it” Eddie moaned out as he slowed his thrusts, adjusting his angle to barely scrape your spot. Fireworks exploded in the small of your back. You felt it in your fingertips.

“You feel so good” Came the ruined voice of Steve. You smiled in satisfaction, your tired muscles fighting to keep bobbing along to his shallow thrusts.

The hand Eddie was using to hold you off the bed by your ties suddenly let go. Steve's cock slipped out of your mouth as you fell face-first into the bedsheets. You could faintly smell Eddie on them, turning you on further as he seemed to wrap around you. The new angle made it feel like he was in your guts.

“Fuck, sir!” You screamed as he slammed himself into you a few times. It was a welcomed assault on your cunt that made you all but lose control of your body.

You were deviously close to your peak. There was cum in your mouth and covering your thighs. You only prayed for Eddie's cock leaking his pleasure into you.

“Breed me!” You whined out. A hand slapped your ass firmly.

There were no rings this time. No cool stinging left over, just the heat on your reddening skin.

It came from Steve, you soon realized only when Eddie spoke.

“Good job, baby! Doing all the work for me huh? Don't even have to punish my toy, got a whole ‘nother to do it for me.”

Steve let out a breathy laugh and you wanted to choke him out and edge him and make him beg for your mercy again.

All of your cockiness flew out when Eddie's cock slid out though. You began to let out wails of desperation against his bed.

“Shhh, be a patient slut.” Eddie soothed pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. He caressed the sweat-slicked skin of your body before he slowly moved you.

You were so discombobulated it took you a minute to realize he had laid you on your back.

You gazed up at him the best you could. Your eyelashes were wet and heavy with tears.

You arched against him as he leaned down pressing a gentle sweet kiss to your cheek. The shine of your tears were pretty against his swollen mouth.

He settled down again, sitting up on his haunches. You eyed him, taking in the smooth chest, how his skin was shiny with sweat.

You didn't have much time to wallow in the intimacy before a hand was against your chin.

You strained as you tilted your head back, staring blissfully up at Steve's sugary sweet smile.

You gasped, Steve's fingers still in a firm grip making it harder to drop your jaw as Eddie slid back into your heat.

Steve's fingers softly brushed your mouth, a rough contrast from the deep, harsh thrusts Eddie was delivering.

You clenched your thighs around Eddie's waist, whining under Steve's touch. He was still hard and dripping, cheeks still flushed red with arousal.

You gathered as much of yourself as possible, tilting back to let your mouth make contact with his balls. He hissed above you, hand moving to find its perch in your hair as drool seeped out the corners of your mouth and rolled down your cheeks.

You hummed around him as Eddie thrusts sped up, nailing your throbbing spot once more. This time his thumb came to rub at your clit. It was overwhelming, nearing too much, your orgasm speeding towards you.

“E-Eddie, I think she's close.” You heard Steve stutter out.

You made a show of sucking harder at the soft skin of his nuts before pulling off fully and sticking out your wet tongue in invitation.

Steve looked at Eddie for permission, it was wholly adorable how easily he fell into place. Asking Eddie for permission like it was common sense.

“You can use her mouth baby, you deserved it,” Eddie said, his voice was still that deep rumble as before, but now he was panting, almost straining towards to end. You clenched around him just to tease, relishing in the moan he let out.

“Doing do good, princess.” Eddie praised, fingernails lightly scratching against where you squirmed on his cock.

“Make my boy cum and you can let go, my love.” He tacked on. You clenched around him again, this time not of your own volition. It was the sugary sweet indication of what his words would mean after they all came.

Steve looked down at you with his swollen mouth, his red face, and his hair that curled at the ends from his sweat, and you couldn’t think of anywhere else you wanted to be as he slipped his cock in.

He was quick to ease into the wet heat. You were familiar with him fucking your mouth this way after all. He loved seeing your tits, loved watching himself bulge out of your throat from where you could barely contain him.

It wasn't long until you were sucking in desperate gasps of air, that he throbbed a few times.

Eddie had been slowly fucking you through Steve's rough gluttony, you teetered just on the edge of your own release. It was almost jealousy-inducing when Eddie gave Steve permission to cum.

You envied how he shook, how his cock slipped from your lips and shot thick hot ropes of his release against your chest. Your sensitive nipples perking up at the splatter that covered them.

“Good boy, so fucking good, Steve,” Eddie said through gritted teeth as he thrust into you quicker again.

With a raw throat, you all but screamed with desperation.

“Oh! Please! Please! Please, fuck!” You begged, your eyes fell shut with exhaustion, your body was sizzling with adrenaline.

“Aw, come on now. Make me cum before you start crying like a cum hungry bitch.” Eddie said snidely. You cried out as he pounded in, his thrusts sloppy as he neared his release.

“I-inside!” You cried as his groans tightened, his hands tensed and gripped at the fat of your hips as you did all you could to fight back your orgasm.

“I'm so close, baby, just a bit longer.” He huffed and you couldn't help the scream that bubbled in your throat.

“Breed me! Want you to come in me, Eddie!” You pleaded with him, turning to the best of your ability to look over your shoulder at him.

What you saw made the knot in your stomach boil over. Eddies eyes fluttered at your words, his jaw fell open. His lips cherry, neck slightly spattered with marks. There was sweat that dripped down his chest, rolling alongside red scratches.

You felt his cock throb and your insides were coated with his release. It was hot, heavy, and pushed deep as he pushed as hard as he could against you.

You whined loudly, gasping at the way his cock still throbbed even as he stopped shooting ropes into your womb.

“Fuck! Shit, baby!” He cursed over and over, his muscles tensing and then releasing as he melted behind you.

You squirmed around his overstimulated dick, begging still for your own release.

Eddie pressed a kiss to your chest before you felt him begin to rub along your arms.

Your shoulders were screaming in soreness that you chose to ignore in favor of Eddie blowing your back out.

You were arched up as he shifted, fingers working diligently to untie you blindly, his glassy eyes watching with softness as tears still trickled from your eyes.

When your arms were finally free and you sunk back into the bed, trembling as his cock shifted in your pleading cunt.

With a pent-up desperation, you clung to his sweaty hair as his fingers came down, rubbing fast circles on your clit.

Your slickness and the skills of his fingers made you tremble. The way you shook was demonic, you twisted your hands as tight as you could as his fingers worked you to your peak.

It was like a crack in a dam. It came flooding out in body rocking waves. You felt like it would never end.

You could barely hear Eddie talking you through it.

“Thaaats it,” He cooed. “Good fucking girl.”

You felt sobs breakthrough you as you began to delve into overstimulation.

“E-Eddie.” You weakly breathed. His hand left your pussy, your eyes cracked open to see his hand. Drenched.

You felt a wave of embarrassment as you came down.

“Never made a girl squirt before,” Eddie said, in all but awe as he stared at your juices rolling down his arm.

You leaned up on trembling arms, glancing between his hands at his smiling face.

“Good god you could kill a man.” Eddie chuckled. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, a sweet show of affection. It was a smacking, dramatic kiss, one so very Eddie.

It was hard to believe what he called you minutes ago, that he was still cracking wise with your cum dripping down his arm.

“Fuck, that was good.” You breathed, flopping back beside where Steve was now bobbing in and out of consciousness. His eyes tired. You felt exhaustion take over, the room smelled of sex, weed, and Eddie's cologne.

“I’ll be back,” Eddie reassured as he left quickly. You rolled with screaming fatigue to look at Steve.

His eyes were closed but he sighed.

“You know. I never thought sex was going to be better than with you.” You spoke.

A smile creaked onto Steve's face.

“Me neither. I think you've ruined me for anyone else.” Steve slurred out.

You laughed, you always laughed at his jokes.

“Good. You’re mine.” You said. Not possessively. He wasn’t yours, and you knew that. But he was always going to be the person to you.

The one where nothing really mattered except them. Where every thought somehow developed into images of them.

You had sunk your teeth in him as a wee high schooler and never let go.

Eddie came back, a t-shirt pulled on and a pair of pajama pants hung low on his hips.

He wiped you slowly. Pressing kisses as he did. You both giggled and laughed as he muttered stupid comments to you.

“Nice!“ He would quietly exclaim as he noticed particularly dark bruises.

“Looks like I tried to kill ya!” He said as he applied ointment to the stinging rope burn that wrapped in stripes on your arms.

You relished in how good it felt to be treated with such delicate kindness after sex. You wanted it to always be like this. The degrading roughness as he took what he pleased, only to be coddled and soothed after.

Your mind flicks to other things you wanted to do with Eddie. Letting him show you everything you were curious about.

He kissed you softly, tasting like minty mouthwash and beer now.

You fell asleep with that taste on your lips as he cleaned up Steve beside you.

The bed dipped and his arm was around you. And that was the last thing you felt before succumbing to exhaustion.