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Eddie was frustrated, to say the least.
Sitting in his chair at the head of the table, holding court over the latest Hellfire meeting, he was spinning the rings on his hand furiously as Steve decimated yet another carefully laid trap. This wasn’t even the first time it had happened so he couldn’t put it down to beginners' luck anymore. The man had a strategic mind that could probably command armies with the same type of ease as ordering a pizza.
Every time Eddie thought he was about to pull the wool over their eyes, Steve piped up and suggested a different move that left Eddie grumbling to himself behind his DM screen, trying to figure out how to trip them up again. He was never so determined to make things difficult in his campaigns until Steve joined. Not to mention the character that he made with zero effort, which turned out to be one of the most impressive things Eddie had ever seen as a DM. Steve had listened carefully to the instructions on how to fill out his sheet and made himself a nearly-impenetrable character before Eddie even came back from the kitchen with their beers.
That could partly be put down to luck, anyway. The dice just landed right for him but Jesus, Steve really knew how to fill in the blanks for maximum effects. Making them fail was just a matter of pride now.
“Ok fine!” called Eddie over the chatter in the room. The party had been congratulating each other on winning their latest battle. “You made it to the inn safely, great job,”
Steve crossed his arms smugly over his chest and smirked at Eddie’s sarcastic tone.
“What do you want to do next?” said Eddie, waving his hand in a ‘hurry up’ motion.
“I need a drink,” said Dustin. “Maybe the bartender can tell us something,”
Several of the others muttered in agreeance.
Eddie kept his expression neutral, not giving away the excited bubble that rose in his chest. Years of avoiding the local jail cell had taught Eddie everything he needed when it came to keeping a straight face. The party had no idea that they were about to be double-crossed and arrested. Their progress would be ruined and the last three weeks of sessions would basically be erased. He was positively giddy.
“Go ahead and roll for–”
“Hang on, let’s think about this,”
Eddie could snap Steve’s beautiful neck. Within minutes, Steve had convinced them to take an entirely different route through the inn, which would see them bypassing the bartender entirely, and ultimately getting them to the next part of the story totally undetected.
Eddie scowled to himself as he consulted his notes while they all continued happily through their very peaceful little jaunt through the inn, remarking that they must be getting a real handle on things because this campaign was starting to feel like a breeze.
Stupid Steve….
*
“Hey wait, wait, stop,”
Steve gripped tight onto Eddie’s hips, stilling the billowing back-and-forward movements against his pelvis.
Eddie looked over his shoulder, sweat shining on his forehead. He pushed up off his forearms and braced his hands on the bed underneath him.
“You’re distracted,” said Steve, panting lightly, a small crease between his eyebrows. “What’s going on?”
Eddie shook his head, dropping it forward between his biceps. He tried to pull his focus back into the moment.
“Nothing, nothing, come on, just…” he said, pushing back against Steve’s dick.
Steve’s fingers dug into the meat of his hips again, stopping him before he could try to get started. Being held this tight wasn’t exactly making Eddie want to stop grinding himself on his boyfriend, but the iron grip kept him still anyway.
“I’m not stupid Eds, what’s wrong?” he asked.
Eddie sighed. He shifted his weight onto one of his hands and used the other to flip his hair out of his face. He looked back at Steve and wondered if it was worth lying. Steve’s abs were shining from exertion, his face mostly hidden in the dark room but the high colour on his cheeks still stood out. He did genuinely look concerned. Eddie thought it was strange to have someone be so worried about you at the same time as they were eight inches up your ass.
“I just…” started Eddie, biting his lip. He was mortified that it was bothering him so much. “I need to know…”
“What, come on? It’s ok, you can tell me,”
“How did you know talking to the bartender was a trap?”
Eddie burned with embarrassment at saying it out loud. Steve stayed silent, staring at him through squinted eyes.
“Eddie I’m literally inside you right now, and you’re thinking about the game?” he asked on a long exhale.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re right, it’s stupid,” said Eddie quickly, trying to start moving again. “Let’s go, come on,”
Steve held him still again, a plan quickly forming in his head.
“No, no,” he purred. “You really need to know?”
Eddie’s stomach twisted at the same time as his toes curled from Steve’s condescending tone.
“Yeah I, I do, I need to know how you figured it out,” said Eddie, hating himself for not being able to concentrate on anything else.
“Fine,” said Steve in a low voice, as he ran his hand up Eddie’s spine and tangled it in his hair. “I’ll tell you,”
Steve pulled his hand up in Eddie’s hair, not sharp enough to hurt but firm enough so Eddie knew he had no choice but to push off the bed and allow himself to be brought to his knees. Steve shuffled forward, bringing his legs between Eddie’s. He rested back on his heels so Eddie was sat in his lap with his thighs on either side of Steve’s own, ankles hooked together. Chest to back, the sweat on their skin melded as they each adjusted comfortably to the new position.
“I know you better than you think I do,” Steve’s voice rumbled in Eddie’s ear as his hands rubbed up the outside of his thighs and onto his waist.
“You do?” breathed Eddie, skin twitching at the brush of fingertips over his sides. He let his head fall back to rest of Steve’s shoulder, melting into the feeling.
“Mmhmm,” hummed Steve into the skin of his neck, kissing it gently. “I know what really makes you tick,”
Steve started to let his knees slowly slide over the bedsheets, spreading out from underneath them and forcing Eddie’s knees to splay out. Eddie lifted his head to look down and he watched his legs being stretched open.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned, feeling himself sink deeper onto Steve’s cock.
“I watched you play for a long time,” said Steve, the heat of his breath making goosebumps erupt over Eddie’s skin. “Know all your little tricks,”
Steve dragged his hands up along Eddie’s sides and across his rib cage. The gentle tease had Eddie quivering with every movement. Their legs were almost impossibly wide now, the stretch on the back of his thighs making Eddie need to press further down onto Steve for support.
“You think you’re so smart,” huffed Steve, resting his forehead on the back of Eddie’s head. “But you always plant a double cross after a fight,”
“No I don- Oh my god,”
Steve cut him off with a slow upward rotation of his hips.
“Yes you do…” he sing-songed, trailing one hand down Eddie’s stomach and snaking the other to rest on the base of his throat. “I know just what you like, and you like that, don’t you?”
Eddie didn’t know if Steve was talking about whatever magic he was working with his hands or his penchant for NPCs being spies, but he nodded anyway, puffing out an uh-huh noise to agree. Both, both was good, he liked both. Fucking loved it when the hand on his stomach crept down further, too.
“I know all the good spots,” teased Steve, licking the back of Eddie’s neck, causing him to groan. “All the places you think are so clever,”
Eddie felt Steve’s thigh muscles tense up and his cock twitched inside him, brushing off his prostate. His whole body trembled and his head fell back onto Steve’s shoulder again.
“You’re just too easy,” said Steve, rolling his palm over the head of Eddie’s dick, drawing a guttural moan out of him before wrapping an arm around his midriff. “You think I’d be tricked by something so obvious as a bartender? Come on babe, give me some credit,”
Steve punctuated his words by grinding up deep into Eddie’s ass, tightening his arms around him to hold him steady. Right hand gripping his left hip, left hand clawing into the juncture between his neck and right shoulder. Eddie grabbed onto Steve’s arms for dear life when he felt himself being rocked back and forward, controlled by the strong hold that kept him in place. His mouth dropped open and a long, low moan escaped.
“I can read you like a book,” whispered Steve. “I know exactly what your next move will be, and I know exactly how you’ll react to every. little. thing. I do,”
Steve gave three harsh thrusts as he spoke, and was rewarded with a whine born high in Eddie’s throat. Eddie saw stars.
“Just like that,” hummed Steve, licking at Eddie’s earlobe before catching it between his teeth. Eddie shuddered at the feeling. His dick was rock hard, lilting up against his stomach with every move Steve made behind him. He was desperate for it to be touched but he was worried if he let go of Steve’s arms that he might melt away from him. Slide right out from under his hold and end up as a puddle in the bed, His legs were like jelly from being spread so far for so long.
Steve sighed and took his teeth off his ear.
“It’s almost funny,” he said, releasing his grip around Eddie’s front and circling his hands around to rest on his shoulder blades. Eddie had to reach around to hold Steve’s waist to stay upright. “How much you think you’re in control until I have to show you that you’re not,”
Steve pushed against Eddie’s back, guiding him back down to being face down on the bed. Eddie felt the hands on his back press down hard as Steve repositioned himself to lie directly on top of him. Their legs were still wide, knees pointed out towards the edge of the bed and Steve’s calves pinning Eddie’s to the mattress. Eddie let a throaty groan out into the sheets when he felt his wrists being gripped tightly and moved smoothly up under the pillow and crossed above his head.
“Well, I think it’s funny, at least,” rasped Steve. He started to circle his hips and grind down against Eddie. Not fast, but hard and deliciously deep.
Eddie was barely even paying attention anymore. His mind had gone soft and he was too focused on being split apart in a maddeningly serene way. He could hear Steve’s voice but couldn’t hang onto the train of thought for long enough to remember what they were talking about.
“Are you even listening to me?” asked Steve. He held both of Eddie’s wrists in one hand now and moved the other to tangle it in his hair. He lifted his boyfriend’s head off the sheets, noting the string of drool that hung between him and the bed.
Steve clicked his tongue, tsk tsk tsk.
“That’s not very nice,” he said, pushing Eddie’s head back down. “You asked a question and didn’t even have the good. manners. to listen to the answer,”
Steve plunged hard into Eddie again as he spoke, removing his hand from his hair and instead laying his forearm across his shoulders, pressing him solidly into the mattress.
“Oh fuck,” gasped Eddie. “Listening, ‘m listening,”
“Oh yeah?” grunted Steve against the shell of his ear, releasing his wrists and grabbing a fistful of the sheet by his head instead. He stopped his grinding movement and instead started to slide his cock in and out of Eddie in long, languid motions, stopping each time he bottomed out to buck forward a little. “What did I say?”
“You said, ah ah, you said, oh my god, read me like, like a book, know me, know me too well,”
Eddie whined around his words, his breath coming in short pants now. Steve buried his head in the crook of Eddie’s neck and smiled, picking up his pace. Let himself bite the sensitive skin behind his ear and relish the soft yelp that he got in return. It was one of Steve’s favourite sounds that Eddie made. He only ever made it when he was this far gone and perfectly pliant.
“So you see how easy it is for me to get you right where I want you?” asked Steve, his own breath becoming short now. The sound of skin on skin filled in the room around them.
“Yeah, see it, see it,” keened Eddie.
“You won’t need to ask me about the game again, will you?” cooed Steve. “Or should I just keep talking?”
“No, don’t need that, just need, ah ah ah, need you to, to, to,” mewled Eddie, unable to finish his sentence. Steve’s cock was hitting him in just the right spot to short-circuit his brain and render him useless.
“Need me to what, Eds?” asked Steve, burying himself inside Eddie with a strong thrust, resting fully inside him before rocking against his prostate in tiny increments. Eddie almost blacked out.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,”
“Oh that’s what you need?” said Steve, shifting so he was back up on his knees. He grabbed Eddie’s waist with one hand and pulled his ass up over his lap again, shoving the other hand between his shoulder blades to keep him bolted face down. “Well why didn’t you just ask,”
Steve pounded into Eddie now, finally letting the measured control he’d been holding onto snap. He growled as he let himself crack forward so hard that Eddie’s body shunted further up the bed, his hands still crossed under the pillows even though they weren’t being held there anymore. The bedframe strained beneath them, the squealing of the mattress springs adding to the sounds of Eddie’s babbling.
“Oh please, oh please, oh please,” chanted Eddie into the pillows. “Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease,”
“Yeah, gonna, fuck, gonna give you what you need,” moaned Steve, the heat rising in his stomach. He used both hands now to grip the meat of Eddie’s ass and pull him back onto his cock with every thrust forward.
Eddie’s whimpers reach a fever pitch as his legs started to kick out, and Steve felt him spasm around him.
“Coming, coming,” he sniveled. Steve revelled in how pathetic he sounded, and loved the way he fell apart so easily for him. Getting someone as confident as Eddie to turn into such a mess right in front of him definitely boosted his ego.
“Me too, Eds, fuck, me too,” said Steve before the pressure between his thighs released, and he came with a shout. He kept fucking into Eddie as he rode the wave of his orgasm, flexing his fingers against the already bruised skin that he was holding so tightly.
Steve was undulating slowly in and out of Eddie, head back and moaning softly towards the ceiling with his eyes closed. The afterglow washed over him like a hot summer breeze as he dragged himself back and forward from the clenched heat below him.
“Too much, too much,” squeaked Eddie, pitifully attempting to bat a hand behind him against Steve’s leg. Steve was far from the point of over-stimulation but Eddie was already there.
Steve stayed his movements and leaned forward, using his own hips to softly push Eddie’s down flat to the bed. They finally straightened out their legs and Steve rested on his forearms, bracketing Eddie between them and bracing his weight above him. Steve planted gentle kisses over the parts of Eddie’s face that were visible.
“You good?” asked Steve tenderly.
Eddie hummed and angled his head to expose more of his face for kisses. Steve chuckled and happily obliged.
“Like it,” mumbled Eddie, voice slurred and eyes closed.
“Hmmm? Like what?” asked Steve, nipping at his shoulders to catch the beads of sweat that were there.
“Like it when you play,” he said with a sigh. “Like it. S’good,”
“I like it too,” agreed Steve. The lines of what they had actually been talking about blurred a long while ago. Eddie might have been referencing the game they played earlier with everyone else, or this game they played alone together, but no matter what type of play Eddie meant, Steve liked it just as much as he did. “Ready to let me get you cleaned up?”
Eddie nuzzled his head down into the pillows, a well-worn sign of ‘Not Yet’. Steve kept offering small kisses to every piece of exposed skin he could find in the meantime.
“Apples,” grumbled Eddie after a minute. “Gon’ put poison apples in the next game,”
Steve smiled against his skin, not stopping the trail of his lips over the sweaty surface.
“Good to know,” he said with a smirk.