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Eddie is in a foul fucking mood.

He's terrible at hiding it, always has been. Steve says he likes that about him, makes him easy to read. Of course he doesn't realize that that's actually a terrible compliment, but he looked so pleased with himself that Eddie didn't have the heart to tell him that at that moment.

And it's because of that very same idiot that Eddie is so worked up right now. 

Steve told him yesterday that he wants to be studded. Like it was something casual you could just drop like that, and not at all related to his years of unresolved parental issues.

And Eddie might have… overreacted a bit. Which happens sometimes. His emotions just get too big for him to just keep inside and they come bursting out. 

He wasn't mad at Steve, except it had probably sounded like it yesterday. He was just frustrated that this naive, sweet boy was so haunted by everyone else's expectations of him that he was considering something like that. Steve even said it himself once, that he wasn't sure how to tell the difference between what he wants versus what he thinks his parents want for him.

So when Steve opened his pretty mouth yesterday and suggested making irreversible changes to his body, Eddie just saw red. It was wrong of him, despite being justified in his concern. He owed Steve to be better.

Which was why he was hauling his ass over to Steve's apartment right now with his favorite takeout food. 

He felt flustered, shame running red hot under his skin as he knocked hard on the door to Steve's apartment. They were both deeply flawed people in their own ways, and together they made each other better. Eddie for example, would rather have been caught dead than to admit to overreacting had this been just a year ago. But he was a changed man now. A domesticated man, his asshole friends would tease. Which would of course earn them a surprise encounter with slightly overleveled enemies in the next D&D session. (Close enough to their own level to be doable, but still feel awful and unfair.)

Can't have his hard-ass omega reputation sullied without consequences.

He has no idea how long he waits for, zoning out is funny like that, so when the door finally opens he inevitably jumps, shocked back to the here and now.

"Jesus Christ," Steve chuckles upon seeing Eddie startle, then opens up the door fully to let him in.

He's got his glasses on, and he's wearing the skimpiest sweatshirt that Eddie's ever seen (it's just a normal sweatshirt, riding up on Steve's waist) and a pair of shorts. Very clearly a stay-at-home outfit, typical comfortable omega fashion. Eddie loves it.

"Why aren't you surprised to see me?" Eddie asks, squinting at him suspiciously. They're technically still fighting, except they're kinda bad at that, neither of them are really capable of staying mad at each other for longer periods of time.

"Just had a feeling," he says sweetly, before getting distracted by sniffing the air. "Is that Chinese food?"

Eddie snorts and thrusts the bag into his arms. "Yep, help yourself. It's apology food."

"Yeah?" Steve asks, clearly amused. "Come here, you."

Eddie grumbles just for the sake of appearances, then happily slots himself into the other omegas arms. He greedily angles his head to breathe in the scent of Steve's neck, something people in the middle of a disagreement probably doesn't usually do, but he can feel Steve doing the same thing so he thinks it's fine. 

The scent of him is like coming home, and Eddie knows they're going to be okay.

"Eat first, talk later?" Steve suggests, making him laugh fondly. He's so fucking thankful how easy everything is with Steve, he's probably the least dramatic person Eddie's ever met.

"Yep, sounds good."

They eat on the couch, keeping the television on just for some background noise. It's the usual trash reality TV that Steve likes to watch, but Eddie is actually starting to suspect he only puts it on to provoke him. He certainly seems to enjoy Eddie's dating-show induced meltdowns more than the actual show, that's for sure.

"So..?" Steve prompts quietly once they've finished eating, and the silence has marinated for a while.

Eddie twists a little in his seat.

"So… obviously I had a bit of an overreaction yesterday," he starts quietly, his voice going flat like it usually does when he tackles uncomfortable topics. "And I said some shitty things that I'm really fucking sorry for."

Steve leans forward on the couch, looking at him intently with his big, dumb, beautiful eyes. "It's okay. I'm not actually mad, you know."

"You're not?" He says, probably gaping a bit. "Not even about the whole… unsolicited psychoanalysis thing?"

"I mean... a little bit, but it wasn't entirely uncalled for. I sprang it on you way too suddenly, I should've eased you into it better."

Eddie scoffs. "You could say that again. But look, I wasn't angry at you either. I just—" He takes a deep breath, clasping his hands in front of himself. He already hates himself for what he was about to say. "You've come so far, Steve. So when you said what you said yesterday, I just lost it. I thought you had lost it. I thought you were done with trying to please your parents?"

He can see the muscles in Steve's jaw tense, and he winces in sympathy.

"It's not about that," he tells Eddie firmly, reaching forward to cradle Eddie's hand between his own. "I thought it was for years, so I ignored it, because it would've been fucking embarrassing to admit I wanted something like that just to please them. But now I know it's not."

Eddie swallows, ignoring the return of yesterday's dread within himself. 

"I want it for me, please trust me on that. But I—" Steve stops, turning his gaze away even if it looks like it pains him to do. "I won't blame you if it's something you don't want. You signed up for omega, and you're like... the most alpha of us anyways."

Eddie snaps his eyes up, boring into Steve's eyes in an attempt to pull his gaze back. "Hey, fuck off with that. You know I don't give a shit about that kinda stuff."

Steve frowns, still refusing to look at him. "But you find it hard to believe. That this is something I could actually want."

Ah. 

"I knew it," Eddie groans, dragging his hands over his face, all the way up through his hair. "You are mad."

"I'm not," Steve says, defensively. "Look, I know what it sounds like, I know I'm a walking omega stereotype—"

"Steve, shut up. Please remember who you're talking to," Eddie interrupts him. He gets up, moves himself over the couch to sit closer. "You don't have to defend yourself, you just need to talk to me. I'm sorry I reacted the way I did, but trust me, if you want this? I want it too. I couldn't care less about stereotypes."

And that was the hard truth. Eddie has spent the better part of his life correcting people who assumed he was an alpha. He's loud and boisterous, with a personality way too big to fit the perfect omega cookie-cutter format. Not to mention how he dresses , his fashion is rough and hostile, inviting people to fuck off.  

The way he presented himself wasn't intentional at first, he wasn't trying to hide his designation by any means. But as his frustration with people's stupid assumptions grew, so did his interest to go full contrarian. So he took everything that was already there — his interests, taste in clothes and his unpleasant personality — and just turned it up to maximum capacity.

In his early days he rejected every expectation people had of him because of his designation. The idea of finding a nice alpha to settle with made his very skin crawl, because in his mind, that would be submitting.

And Eddie Munson didn't fucking submit to anyone.

But with age comes wisdom, and it's easier to think straight without your head full of hormones and teenage angst. He knows now that decisions like that aren't made based on what anyone else thinks, the only thing that matters is what he wants for himself, isn't it?

And he feels pretty goddamn certain that he wants this, as long as it's with Steve.

Soft, gentle Steve, who reaches for his hand and squeezes it carefully.

Eddie squeezes it back.

"I'm sorry."

"No, Ed, I'm sorry. I know this is a loaded topic for you." 

Sweet, perfect Steve, who always puts other people's needs before his own.

"For me?" he asks in disbelief. "It is for both of us, dude. Only we have our own fun, unique little twist on it. I didn't know that you…that you felt that way for real. I feel like an asshole for bringing that shit with your parents up."

"No, it's okay. I get why, it's all a bit strange." Steve smiles. They're sitting so close that their knees are touching. "It's like… when I distanced myself from them, I rejected that idea, right? I distanced myself from it too. But it was because I did that I realized it was something I actually wanted for myself."

He watches Steve as he speaks. He's looking down on their hands, making little circles around Eddie's fingers and palm that tickles, but feels nice all the same. Steve's beautiful like this. He's always beautiful, but Eddie loves how soft-spoken he is, how gentle he's finally allowed himself to be now that he's finally stopped trying to be something he's not. 

Eddie used to hate him during highschool, thinking Steve was truly the epitome of what it meant to be an alpha knot-head . He had been loud and domineering, not shy about putting people in their place for no good reason. It was first after they had both graduated and gone their separate ways, then met again by chance that Eddie got to see the real him.

That's when he learned that Steve Harrington was an omega.

And Eddie is a simple man. He's predictable — he likes it when things don't follow the rules, and he likes it when people don't fit in their assigned boxes. Sue him.

And getting to know Steve at that stage of his life, getting to follow him as he worked through his fucking alpha complex and became more comfortable in who he truly was… Eddie was so proud of him, and so stupidly fucking in love. He still was, and he still would be no matter what Steve wants for himself.

But he is also concerned.

"I think I understand," Eddie responds quietly, furrowing his eyebrows. "You're like, seeing things clearly for the first time?"

"Exactly, yeah. Couldn't see the forest because of all the trees, or whatever."

God, Eddie loves him so much.

"Good metaphor. But hey, can I ask some questions? Maybe some asshole questions?"

Steve smiles, leans in closer in a way that bumps their shoulders together.

"Thought you already knew all there is to know about that," he says sweetly right as he gropes Eddie's thigh.

"Shut up," Eddie scolds him, but a cackle escapes him nevertheless.

Steve kisses his cheek, then pulls back again. 

"Ask me. I want to talk about it, and I want to hear what you're thinking."

Eddie nods. He knows he doesn't have to tread around any eggshells with Steve. The fact that they had clashed yesterday was all on him.

"Right. I want to preface this by apologizing. I love you, and I support you. But I'm… I guess I'm thinking of highschool. You tried so hard to be an alpha, and a lot of people thought you were one. And I always got the impression that you felt relieved once you dropped all that? Like it was always a burden for you."

And while Eddie hates stereotypes he's not blind to them — what Steve said before rings true. He truly was everything an omega was supposed to be, and he had fallen into that role so comfortably over the years. It was clear he enjoyed it, even. He had made changes through his whole life around embracing his secondary gender. He had done a whole wardrobe upgrade, he had even read about it, studies and shit. 

He can't imagine Steve dropping all of that, not when it's so very him.

"Oh," Steve says quietly, and he puts on his thinking face . "Yeah, I mean, you're right? It sucked, obviously. Or is there something I'm missing?"

"Right. Uhm. Could you walk me through it? If it sucked so much, back then, what makes you want to be an alpha now?"

Eddie feels like an asshole for questioning him, for interrogating him instead of just accepting and welcoming it. But after years of late night conversations, of Steve crying against his shoulder from the pain, the hurt and the relief of breaking free from societal and familial expectations, and of burying the brutish, dominant alpha that Steve could never be together, he felt… confused. A little lost even. 

"Well," Steve starts, and he sounds so confident it makes Eddie look up at him in surprise. He looks good. Happy. Comfortable. "It's… it's thanks to you, actually."

"Me?"

"Yeah. I had never met someone like you before. I always thought you were an alpha too, you know. And when I found out you weren't, and that you were like, grossed out by the idea even… it fucked me up. But in a good way." He squeezes Eddie's hand in reassurance, probably sensing his boyfriend would have some choice words about that otherwise. "My world used to be so narrow. First I thought you were maybe like me — hiding and trying to be something else. But then when I realized how loud you were about being an omega? Proud of it even, despite being so…"

Seve pauses, looks Eddie over and then smirks a bit. He doesn't even feel offended. 

"So you. It blew my mind."

And God, he's so bad at taking compliments. He's so fucking flustered, skin crawling with warmth and affection in a way that makes him restless. But Steve just squeezes his hand. Probably to stop him from actually crawling away.

"That's great. Wonderful. Glad I could help. But… how… what does that have to do with..?"

Steve's smile grows. Eddie immediately regrets it, he's probably going to say something nicer now. He's not sure he's ready.

"I always wanted to be like this, right? You helped me find myself, all of that was real, Eddie. I wanted to be allowed to be soft, comfortable and shit. To feel small and safe, to feel kept. And it made sense to me first, that I'd want those things because of my designation — I know, ugh. But I have always thought of myself as an alpha. It's always in the back of my mind. And no matter how much progress I make, it doesn't go away. So of course I started thinking,"

Steve pauses, still cradling Eddie's hand in his own and mindlessly caressing it while he speaks. He looks hesitant, worried even. Maybe scared that Eddie's going to blow up again, and that thought sends him into action.

"Hey. It's okay. You're doing great."

He looks up and their eyes meet. It's a fragile and beautiful thing.

"Thanks," Steve mouths at him with that sweet little smile. "Anyway. I, uh, I was so scared to bring it up for a while, because it doesn't make sense . But I feel like… I am an alpha, but also like this?"

Eddie frowns, he does his best to try and understand. He thinks he gets it, and it makes his fucking heart swell, but he doesn't want to assume…

"What do you mean like this? " 

Steve bites his lower lip. "Soft. Small. Kept."

And oh. Oh god. 

"Steve. Steve."

He can't even help that his voice pitches higher from the revelation. Nor that he wraps his arms around his boyfriend and pulls him in.

"Baby. You should've told me,"

He feels a little sniffle against his neck, but Steve's chuckling too. It's a bittersweet little thing.

"I know. But I barely knew what it meant myself, and it's fucking hard to put words on... but you helped. It's because of you I realized it, and like, thought that it might be okay. Because I admire you. For being who you are. All contrarian." Steve giggles as he says that, pushing himself back to cup Eddie's cheeks between his hands.

"And I realized, I'm the same, but the opposite. I think I always knew that, and that's why I was always so angry before, I thought I was the world's biggest fuck up on so many levels. But then I met you, and you fucked me up, Munson. You made me think that maybe…" he pauses again, his thumbs gently stroking over Eddie's cheeks. "Maybe it was okay for me to be this way."

And what the fuck. What the fuck does one say to that. What do you do when someone tells you something that feels larger and more important than the whole world?

"You can't just… can't just…" 

He briefly panics, but Steve knows him. Too fucking well. He moves in, wrapping Eddie up in his arms, but that's not enough for all the feelings inside, the kind that are all too big for his body. He clutches and he claws, and Steve gets it, because he climbs up to sit on Eddie's lap.

"I love you," he murmurs, closing his arms around Steve like a bear trap.

"I love you so much."

He needs a moment before he's gonna be able to say anything else, because holy shit. Holy shit. 

And Steve is so happy to just be held, and he still will be if they go through with it, if they make him an alpha. And the sheer fucking relief he feels from that almost knocks him off balance again, because he realizes how fucking scared he had been — fucking terrified that Steve wouldn't have wanted him anymore as an alpha.

"You okay, baby?" Steve asks gently, which makes Eddie snort. 

He also realizes he's crying.

"Shut up. Yeah. Just… overwhelmed."

"Good overwhelmed?"

"Yeah."

He feels the hands on his shoulders move around, caressing the skin and rubbing warmth into his flesh. It's grounding, just what he needs in that moment, and suddenly he had a hysterical thought — of course Steve should be a fucking alpha. The man lives and breathes taking care of others, and he's good at it, like it's his secondary language.

"What?" Steve asks, and he realizes he must've laughed or something.

"Nothing. It's just.. it's so fucking obvious, in hindsight. You're like… what it should mean, to be an alpha. All the good, none of the bad."

"Really?" Steve breathes, leaning back until they're face to face, noses brushing.

"Yeah. I think so. Give society about a hundred years or so to catch up, then everyone's going to want an alpha like you."

There's no way to miss the little gasp, sharp inhale of air that Steve does. 

"Like me?"

Eddie moves his head from side to side, brushing the tips of their noses together. His heart is so fucking full, he doesn't know what to do with himself.

He has some ideas of what he wants to do with Steve though.

"Uh huh. Just like you, Steve," he confirms, slowly moving in for a brief kiss. "You okay?"

"I am so fucking okay," Steve laughs wetly, retaliating with a kiss of his own. "I'm so lucky. So lucky to have you."

"I am too," Eddie admits easily, smiling against Steve's lips. "God, I'm so lucky. Are you still gonna let me take care of you as an alpha, baby?"

He emphasizes the question by squeezing Steve's waist.

Steve just giggles. "Of course. Told you. Like to feel kept."

And oh, he knows that tone. He knows the sound, he knows the taste of it, because it's what he usually licks out of Steve's mouth when he's soaring. When Eddie's treated him so good he's gone a little loopy from it. It's his favorite thing.

"Good, because I like keeping you," he says calmly, enjoying the way Steve's eyes widen at the delivery. It really is his one true talent, that he can will his voice to be calm in most situations. As long as he's not being complimented.

Eddie lets his hands slip a bit lower, thumbs resting on the cute little dimples at Steve's lower back and his fingers digging into whatever fabric of his shorts he can reach. 

With just one inhale of his scent he can tell Steve's into it, he's wet for it. But Eddie hesitates.

"Is this okay? We can always just talk, if you want."

Steve just shrugs the slightest bit. That smile seems to be a permanent fixture on his face right now, all sweet and sultry. "There's time for that later."

Eddie grins.

"So I'm forgiven?"

"Yes. On one condition," Steve says, then he rolls his hips down, and Eddie has to dig his fingers in and hold on. He's so full of every single feeling, totally overwhelmed, it feels like he'll fall if he lets go.

"What?" He gasps, his cool completely shattered.

"Say it again."

"Say what?"

Steve leans forward, crowding him into the back rest, pressing their bodies together. The pressure of him is so warm. So much.

"Call me alpha, please?"

Oh, he's gone and done it now.

"You want me to call you alpha, Stevie?"

He digs his fingers harder into Steve's ass, dragging his hips down in a grind, and the fucking sound it pulls out of him Eddie is going to be mourning forever that he didn't get a chance to taste.

"Fuck. Yes, please."

Always so polite, his alpha.

He lifts his own hips up to meet Steve's in the next grind, drawing out another high-pitched, vulnerable keen from the man above him. Eddie hisses, the pleasure of sensation doesn't quite reach him, but the sounds and sights certainly fucking does.

"You like it when I call you that?"

Steve nods quickly, and he grabs Eddie's hand and guides him down between their bodies, pushes it down to where it's wet.

Then he leans forward again, effectively locking his arm in place between their bodies. 

"Feel how much I like it?"

"Jesus fucking christ, yeah," Eddie breathes, eyes blown wide. The flimsy thin fabric of Steve's shorts leaves almost nothing to imagination. As he drags his thumb over it he feels the wet heat, he feels the hard nub throbbing against him. It's so fucking much, almost like— "Hey, are you..?"

He moves his free hand down behind him, fingers following the long line of Steve's thigh to the edge of his shorts, where he slips it inside to feel.

And like he guessed, his boy is all bare under there.

Eddie's head drops back on the back of the couch, a long groan escaping him without his permission. 

"How are you real?" He asks once he's collected himself — but only barely. Steve looks a mess above him, his lips are flushed and kiss-swollen and his glasses already askew. How he manages to look so fucked out already from just barely foreplay, Eddie will never understand.

"Dunno," Steve says, making a show out of biting his lip, dragging his teeth over it until it pops back out in a completely obscene display.

"You're like a wet fucking dream. Can't believe it. Can't believe you're gonna be my alpha." 

The words feel alien and strange in his mouth, and he knows there's a small part of him that'll always stir up a protest to the idea of being someone's omega, but that's not exactly what Steve has been asking for either, is it?

"So wet," Steve just giggles in his ear, and yeah, he is. He's also so fucking gone already, just letting himself float away because he knows Eddie's got him, that Eddie will take care of him, keep him safe.

"Yes you are. Are you gonna let me take care of you, alpha?"

"Uh huh. You already do. You take such good care of me."

Fuck.

"Fuck, Steve. Move. Get on the couch." Eddie presses him back to get his hand back, unceremoniously wiping it off on his own jeans because he knows it drives Steve a bit wild .

Eddie pushes at him, motioning to go lay down on his back. 

Steve happily complies, practically falling off of him with another giggle. He lays down on the sofa and spreads his legs, just lets them fall open and Eddie's so weak for him. His very own Siren song.

"I want to eat you. Fucking devour you. Can I?"

"Please, Eddie. Want your mouth."

And despite it being far from their first time, Steve always makes him feel a bit hysterical. It's hard to not be affected when you've got the man right out of your fantasies begging for things also out of your fantasies. It's a bit too much sometimes, in the best kind of way.

"Yeah?" Eddie asks, willing his voice to hold steady despite how fucking ruined he already feels. "Want me to eat you out?" He asks as he lowers himself down on his stomach, supporting himself on his elbows. 

He puts both hands on each of Steve's legs, pushing them further apart until he feels the telltale shiver of straining muscles under his fingers. Steve's watching him closely, his eyes already bleary and clouded from arousal. He's got one of his hands on his chest, the other one rubbing absentmindedly on the fabric covering his crotch.

It gives him an idea. 

And maybe he should ask about these things first, but Eddie's never been the think first, ask questions later kind of guy. 

"Or maybe… you want me to suck your cock?"

And as Steve's eyes blow wide open, his nostrils flaring, Eddie feels fairly confident he's said something right.

"Is that something you've thought about?" He continues softly, thumbs rubbing hard circles into Steve's fleshy thighs. "How big you'd get? You think it would be enough to shut me up? To fill my big mouth completely?"

"Eddie, oh my god," Steve whimpers as his head falls back into the pillows. "Yes. Please."

"Please what?"

Steve lifts his head back up. His cheeks are bright red and his glasses are almost knocked entirely off his face at this point, and the sight makes Eddie cackle. 

He crawls forward on the couch, his face and upper body hovering right above where Steve wants him, but he wants to help him out a bit before that — he takes his glasses off for him, folding them up and puts them away on the nearby table. Steve just giggles softly at the gesture, breathing a soft thanks as Eddie moves back down.

Then he feels a weight sinking down on his lower back — Steve's feet, locking together right above his ass, and they're pushing him down.

Eddie laughs again, settling in easily between his legs.

"Please suck my dick, Ed?"

He makes a low humming noise at that, considering his options. Steve was asking nicely after all.

"How about…" he says, drawing the anticipation out because he knows it drives Steve crazy on a regular day already. "How about you fuck my mouth instead, alpha?"

"Oh my god, oh god, yeah. Want that. Want it," Steve babbles. He's lifting his hips up from the couch, rutting helplessly in the air in an attempt to find a source of relief. 

"Then get these off," Eddie orders him, pulling at his shorts.

Steve just nods. He takes his legs back from around Eddie's waist and wiggles out of the shorts, which Eddie notices are fucking soaked at this point. Christ. 

And he's certain he's not doing much better, but that's the least of his concerns right now — this was about Steve. And besides, Eddie doesn't always feel the need to get physically involved himself. His libido is a bit strange like that, most of the time he feels more than satisfied by staying level-headed and in control, something that's worked perfectly for their particular dynamic so far.

He can't help but wonder if any of that will change, later.

Eddie's never been with an alpha before, and while he feels fairly fucking confident he's not going to go all mindless, horny omega — he's not sure he's even able to — the thought is still a bit jarring, having a big change like that on the horizon.

But that's neither here nor there right now.

Steve's gorgeous underneath him. So fucking beautiful with his masculine form, his sun-kissed skin dusted by dark hairs — especially around his inner thighs, framing the core of him like an invitation.

Eddie can see how wet his pussy is, the slick catching on his thighs and pearling in the strands of hair around it.

And then there's Steve's dick. It's rock hard, jutting out from his crotch in its full size. 

He's always been on the larger side for an omega, probably sitting at a confident two inches — quite large, when Eddie himself was barely pushing one. He always thought it was hot as shit, and he was no stranger to trying to push it inside himself whenever they were grinding together. When they managed it would always turn Steve into a dripping mess, and he'd be coming in seconds. Eddie fucking loves it, the idea that he feels so good inside that Steve can't fucking handle it.

"Eddie, please," he hears Steve whisper from above him.

Eddie wets his lips, looking up with a knowing little smile.

"I'm sorry, alpha. I was just thinking what it'd feel like," he breathes out, letting his voice slip up an octave in a classic submissive omega tone. Eddie never fucking uses that voice, but if it's for a little role-play that makes his boy feel good, he'll happily play the role. He reaches down, cupping his palm over Steve's dick and squeezes. "Gettng your big cock inside me."

"Eddie, oh my god, shut up," Steve laughs, just barely covering for the involuntary moan he makes.

"Why don't you shut me up, hm?"

Steve just stares at him. So in a fit of impatience, Eddie grabs his hand and leads it to the back of his head, where he immediately feels him dig his fingers into his hair.

"Come on, baby," Eddie encourages, adjusting his position on the couch to lay fully on his stomach. Then he's being pushed forward. He closes his eyes in anticipation, opening his mouth for Steve to guide himself in.

"Jesus Christ," he hears from above him, just as he feels the tentative first brush of Steve's warm dick against his lower lip.

He fights the urge to just dive in, suck it into his mouth, because that wasn't the deal here. He was just gonna be a mouth for Steve to fuck, and he wasn't going to forget about that, no matter how tempting taking control was.

"Fuck," Steve pants. His hand is still tangled into Eddie's hair, and he's pushing his head down gently, guiding his dick in between his lips ever so slowly. "You want me to… fuck you?"

Eddie looks up, instantly delighted by how ruined Steve already looks, with his face red and barely able to keep his eyes open. But before he's able to answer he needs his mouth back, and Eddie is weak. He can't resist the appeal of ruining him some more. So he does what he desperately wanted to do — he forms a tight suction with his lips and starts moving off Steve's dick in a tantalizingly slow pace.

It gets him exactly the reaction he wanted. Steve fucking jolts, like he's just been shocked. It's so intense that his whole body goes rigid, and he probably didn't even mean to, but he ends up shoving Eddie right back down on his thumb-sized dick.

"Oh fuck, christ, what did you just do," Steve pants breathlessly, and if Eddie didn't know any better he would've thought that was a climax right there. 

And since he's being held down, he can only give Steve the most meaningful gaze he manages, one raised eyebrow and an attempt at a smirk to tease him for his reaction.

"Shut up," Steve laughs, smiling at him fondly. "Okay. I'm gonna move now, baby."

He starts off by lifting his hips, pushing into Eddie's mouth as far as he'll go — which isn't a lot by all means, but having his nose pushed down into his boyfriend's pubes always gets to him. It's fucking hot. And Steve holds him there for a while, which is really no trouble, it just feels nice. Then he starts up a slow pace, lowering and lifting his hips to fuck Eddie's mouth as requested.

Eddie groans out his approval, letting his eyes fall shut in a rare moment of relaxation, of handing over control.

Steve doesn't fuck him as much as he just lifts his hips up and down to greet his mouth. Eddie does his best to keep his lips sealed around his dick without overdoing it, because Steve's sensitive, always has been.

And Eddie's enjoying it, despite it being out of his usual comfort zone. It's nice to just focus on the sensations for once, of the size and warmth of Steve moving in and out of his mouth, and the wetness of him from where Eddie's chin gets pressed into his cunt on particularly deep grinds.

The hand in his hair is keeping his head still, Steve's grip on him manages to be surprisingly firm without pulling his hair at the same time which he appreciates.

Then he feels a hand on his cheek, quickly joined in by another, cradling his face like he's something precious. Steve is looking down at him, red-faced and eyes full of adoration.

"So beautiful," he says quietly, the pace he's moving his hips slowing down, almost coming to a full stop. "Is it okay if you sit on the floor instead? I wanna see."

At first Eddie's not so sure, but then it's like he has a revelation. He had tried handing Steve the control, and it worked for less than five minutes, because now he has an idea he needs to put in motion.

"Yeah baby, you can watch," he agrees quickly, getting up and sliding down on the floor. Out of the corner of his eyes he sees Steve meekly grab for a pillow, looking down at Eddie's knees with concern. He's so fucking cute.

"It's fine, come on. Sit up. Then wrap your legs around my neck."

Steve blinks, flustering at the proposition despite just having had his dick buried in Eddie's mouth. But he does as he's told, and Eddie fucking salivates from seeing his legs spread out like that, putting everything on display.

He licks his lips. Feels like a predator.

"Same deal. Fuck my face, baby. Use your legs for leverage." Then he dives back in, taking Steve into his mouth with no further warning.

"Oh fuck. Yeah. Yeah, okay, I can do that," Steve gasps, one of his hands landing on Eddie's head again, the other he lifts above his head to brace himself on the backrest. Or he's just showing off, because it's making his body arch beautifully.

And this does give him better leverage than before, because all of a sudden Eddie needs to hold the fuck on. He digs his fingers into Steve's legs, originally he kept his hands there because he thought he'd have to encourage him to pick up the tempo, but no need for that, apparently.

"Oh fuck, Eddie. Harder, please," Steve whines from above him. 

Eddie looks up, meeting his gaze as he locks his lips tight, hollows his cheeks in the same way as before.

Steve digs his fingers in tighter in his hair, and he lifts his whole upper body up from the couch to grind into Eddie's mouth. And while Eddie has never once spared a thought about size before, he can't help but fantasize about what it would be like to do this if Steve had a big, dumb alpha cock.

By how his pussy clenches around nothing, he thinks he's really fucking into the idea.

Eventually Steve settles back down on the couch. His stomach muscles must be straining from that, the poor thing.

But it's perfect for what he wanted to do, so that's when Eddie decides to put his plan into action.

As Steve is busy rutting into his mouth, Eddie carefully guides one of his hands over his inner thigh. He drags his fingers over his pussy, gentle first, then with more pressure over the outer lips.

"Fuck. Feels good," Steve moans from above him.

Eddie looks up to meet his gaze again, deciding that that's perfect.

So while keeping eye contact he shifts his hand, extending two fingers and just aims them forward.

And just like he'd hoped, Steve fucks himself down on them with his own movement and momentum.

It startles another jolt through his body, stilling his movements as his back makes a full fucking arch. It's downright pornographic.

"Fuck, Eddie, oh my god. "

He sounds fucking ruined.

Eddie smirks around his dick, and pushes his fingers in deeper.

"Oh my god, oh my god," Steve wails, slapping his free hand over his face like he's embarrassed or something.

When he bottoms out, Eddie briefly moves off his dick. 

"Come on. Fuck yourself on my hand."

"And your mouth?" Steve asks breathlessly, like he can't fucking believe it.

Eddie grins again, starting to feel all kinds of wild.

"And my mouth," he confirms, before taking Steve between his lips again.

And Steve curses, lifting his hips instinctually to dive into the hot, wet mouth, but in doing so it also jostles Eddie's fingers inside him. It must be a bit overwhelming, because it pulls a stuttering moan out of him.

"Fuck. Feels so good. I don't know if I can…"

And that's Eddie's cue to go to work.

He starts moving his hand gently, following the motions instead of trying to take the lead, and Steve reacts beautifully — his back arching again, pushing his dick in as far as it'll go.

And Eddie chases him, pushing his fingers up rather than letting him move off of them, and he starts fucking into Steve in earnest. It earns him a high pitched keen from above him, and he feels the legs around his neck tighten.

"Oh fuck, keep doing that, keep going. I'm gonna come, Ed. I'm gonna —"

Eddie moans around him, a fucking pitiful sound, but he can't help it.

He keeps up the pace with his fingers the best he can, hoping it's good enough, and Steve manages the rest. 

He's slamming his hips up against Eddie's mouth, using his legs for leverage just as instructed. And he can fucking tell when Steve tips over the edge, because the gush of slick that spills out around his fingers is unreal.

And Steve is loud. He's gasping out his moans, sounding so fucking desperate as he's chasing his pleasure. And once he reaches his peak, his whole body just goes taut.

There's only the barest twitch of his hips as he comes into Eddie's mouth, who greedily swallows it all down. He doesn't stop until Steve collapses back down into the couch, boneless . 

Eddie wants so badly to crawl up and meet him in a kiss, but since Steve's still got his legs wrapped around his shoulders, he just patiently kisses his inner thighs while waiting to be released, lapping up slick from where it's spilled over. 

"Fuck, Eddie," Steve giggles out from above, and finally relaxes his death grip around Eddie's neck. He helps him lower his legs, doesn't want to risk him getting a cramp after that full body workout he just did.

"Good?" He asks, grinning wide.

Steve just sighs, deep and content. Then flops over on his side on the couch.

"Are you kidding me? That was… wow."

Eddie grins, his ego sated.

Then he gets up from the floor, groans from how his knees protests their previous position, then sits down where he can fit next to Steve. He runs his fingers through his hair, getting it out of his face.

"You were amazing. Did so good, riding my face like that."

Steve whines and hides his face into his hands.

"Don't start that again, oh my god. I can't go again."

Eddie smiles, combing his finger over Steve's scalp still. He thinks he's purring ever so slightly, just the smallest sound signaling his satisfaction. 

"Was it okay though? The talk?"

Steve looks up curiously, peeking through his fingers. "Yeah? Of course it was."

Eddie frowns, just slightly. "No, I mean… about the studding. Was it okay that I talked about it?"

"During?" Steve squeaks. "Y-yeah, of course. I, uh, really fucking liked it. Did you not see my boner?"

Eddie barks out a laugh, not even bothering to try and keep it in.

"Oh I saw it alright, it was fucking huge," he says cheerfully. To emphasize it he puts a hand in between Steve's thighs, massaging a big circle into one of his legs.

Steve just smiles at him, then props himself up to a sitting position again. Eddie helps, pulling him up and tucking him close.

"So we're doing this?" Eddie finds himself asking after a while, once both of them has properly caught their breaths.

Steve looks at him with his big brown eyes. He nods, but he looks a bit nervous. So Eddie pulls him against himself until they're just a tangled mess of reassuring embrace.

"It's what I want. But what about you?"

"I want what you want, easy as that."

"Ed, you know what I mean."

He considers it for a bit, because he does know what Steve means. It's a hard question with an easy answer, but there's a lot of room for discussion to be had around it.

"You want my honest answer?"

Steve prods his side. "Don't be stupid. Of course I do."

"Okay. Don't hate me, but it kind of gets me going," he says, then immediately backpedals. "Not the studding! But, uh. The idea of being in an alpha/omega relationship with you. Considering our whole dynamic and shit."

Steve smirks, looking way too pleased with himself. One of his hands is wrapped around Eddie's waist, and his index finger is drawing little circles on his stomach.

"I like it too. But what about other people? If they can tell… I'm just worried you're gonna get a bunch of weird comments about being with an alpha. I know you're not comfortable with omega stereotypes, and I don't want that for you."

The thought makes him snort a bit, even if Steve is as thoughtful as he is correct.

"True. If it happens, it happens, I guess. It won't be the end of the world." And he thinks that might actually be the truth, now. Years ago Eddie would've probably ran for the hills at the suggestion, but he's done a lot of growing. And it helps being so comfortable with Steve, too. That kind of thing transcends labels and stereotypes completely.

"Besides, people have thought we were in an alpha/omega relationship for ages, just the other way around. Has that never bothered you, considering..?"

Steve shrugs. "I know it's probably gonna sound strange, but not really. I don't really care how I'm perceived, and I know you think it's funny when people think you're an alpha. It's been like our fun little secret."

Eddie chuckles, relieved that he's not the only one that's been enjoying thoroughly fucking with people's expectations.

"Couldn't have said it better myself," Eddie agrees, pressing a kiss to the top of Steve's head. "I have a question though."

"Shoot."

"Wouldn't it bother you, if nothing changed? Both between us, but also you know, public perception, that kind of shit. If you're gonna go through such a change, wouldn't you want people to know?"

Steve hums softly, and Eddie feels the vibrations all the way into his own chest.

"I don't know. I know some people feel like that's important, but I'm not sure I do? I'm comfortable, like this. I like our dynamic, and I like who I am with you. I don't want any of that to change."

And that's still a relief and a half to hear.

"It's probably strange, but I just want to do it for my own sake. You weren't wrong earlier when you talked about how far I'd come, it's not about pleasing my parents or random people anymore, I'm so fucking done with that. The idea of being concerned with how other people perceive me is just so exhausting to think of, because people are always going to have opinions, you know?"

Steve sighs, and he sounds frustrated. He's obviously put a lot of thought into this, and Eddie feels a bit bad that he was completely in the dark about it. Him, if anyone, should've seen the signs Steve was still struggling with his identity.

"I'm glad you feel that way. It's definitely easier when you stop giving a shit."

Steve smiles.

"And about you and me… I think being an alpha to me is about caring, taking care of people, being what someone needs, being good. And, uh—"

Eddie's grin turns absolutely feral. 

"And you already are all of those things, aren't you?"

Steve swallows again, and Eddie doesn't miss how he presses his still naked legs together. 

"Y-yeah. And I like when you take care of me too, because I'm still giving you what you need."

Unbelievable.

"Steve."

"Y-yeah?"

"You're driving me a bit crazy, talking like that. Consider this a warning."

And Steve just. Bites his lip again. Drags his teeth over it just the way Eddie likes, slow and sensual.

"Or… I could take care of you, if you'd let me?"

"If I'd let you … Jesus Christ.. Of course. Anything you want, baby. Anything at all."

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It turns out that Eddie knew jack shit about studding. He really should've listened when people talked about how porn was a terrible source of information. It was embarrassing, frankly.

It wasn't some overnight thing they could just do. There were doctor visits involved, blood tests and shit. Therapists.

It seemed miserable, but Steve was a fucking champ about it, patient and cooperative during the whole process no matter how drawn and intrusive out it got. They kind of had to play up the situation to even be taken seriously according to the forums they'd researched on beforehand. So Steve sort of begrudgingly revisited his old highschool self, and Eddie dutifully played the role of an mate-hungry omega miserably in love with another omega.

It wasn't anywhere near as traumatic as he thought it was going to be, not when they broke down laughing in the parking lot after every meeting, and made it a fun little tradition to list off each other's favorite bullshit quotes from the day.

About three months in Steve was finally prescribed the hormone treatment required to kickstart the whole process. It was a low dose of alpha hormones that the doctor would progressively increase, the purpose being to get Steve's body with the program enough to induce a presenting rut, and once that happened it was go time.

There weren't ever any guarantees that a studding would be successful, everyone's bodies reacted differently to the transitioning process, so it was very much a case of wait and see what happens.

But Eddie had still to get on goddamn birth control, just to be safe. Funny how things turned out.

The wait was probably the worst. For Steve the most of course, because he had to put up with adjusting to the hormone treatment and all that entailed. But Eddie felt it too. Of course there was an exciting kind of anticipation of doing something so incredibly meaningful together, it felt like a massive stepping stone of their whole relationship. But he worried too, because of course he did.

And it wasn't the kind of worry he could just bring up with Steve, because he didn't want him to think Eddie was starting to have second thoughts. He wasn't. He just couldn't shake the almost intrusive concern that this was going to change something between them, and not in a good way.

As much as stereotypes were mostly just bullshit, there was sometimes truth to them. And as someone who had never been with an alpha, Eddie felt like he was going into this blind. 

He was probably being ridiculous, but he was nervous. 

So when Steve started noticing the first changes, it felt like they were hitting the make it or break it moment, the point of no return if you will.

And… It was really no big deal at all.

The worst thing that happened was the mood swings, but it wasn't even that bad. Steve snapped at him sometimes, only to immediately break out into giggles over how ridiculous of an overreaction it had been. No harm, no foul. Eddie himself was moodier than that sometimes for christ's sake.

They were both way too well adapted to each other for that to ever be a problem, thank god.

Otherwise the changes were minimal, at least in terms of being noticeable. Steve got a little clingier when it came to scent, he wanted Eddie's over himself and his own all over Eddie. It was kinda sweet, kinda amusing, and he definitely didn't mind.

After that, it took another three weeks for the pre-rut symptoms to start showing. And of course, neither of them were actually smart enough to realize right away.

It's not until Steve calls him one day all miserably, begging him to go grocery shopping before stopping by, but the amount of items he starts listing off is insane.

"Steve," Eddie says with a flat tone over the phone.

"Yeah?"

"You're gonna need to put that whole list in a text instead, because Jesus Christ. Also — have you been eating like a horse? Didn't you shop just two days ago?"

He's met with a long silence. It draws out for such a long time that he holds out the phone from his ear to check if they're still connected. 

"Steve?"

"... Fuck. Am I going into rut?"

Eddie feels his eyes go wide open.

"Fuck. Are you?"

"I don't know. I might be..? Shit. You might need to, uh, get some other stuff too in that case."

"Yup. Read you loud and clear. Going immediately. See you later. And call if you think of something else, okay?"

"Yep! Great! Thank you, Eddie." Steve says, barely containing his panic over the phone.

Then he hangs up, and Eddie has to leave to do the most emotionally charged shopping of his life.

*

"It might not start tonight, or like, this week even. My doctor said it's really unpredictable before everything's… settled."

Eddie nods from where he's standing. He's nervously wringing his hands together and watching Steve pack away the groceries that he just brought, feeling a bit useless at the moment.

"That's okay. Obviously. How are you feeling?"

Steve looks at him, worrying his lower lip between his teeth for a bit. He just looks a bit tired, otherwise he seems normal. But he must have stayed home today, because he's still got a serious case of bedhead, and it looks like he may have slept in the clothes he's wearing.

"A bit rough, honestly," Steve answers. "I thought I was coming down with something, which is why I asked you to do the grocery run. But… I think it might have been rut symptoms. Maybe. I'm not sure."

"So it has to be pretty mild then, if you're not sure? From what I've heard, you'd… you'd know."

Steve flushes a little at that, his cheeks going a lovely shade of pink. 

"I mean, yeah? Other than, like, insatiable hunger and feeling a little feverish, it's fine. No raging boner yet."

Eddie manages to choke on air, somehow.

"Jesus Christ, you can't just say shit like that out of nowhere."

"I mean, it is a symptom. And we're both thinking about it, so, you know."

"Yeah, I know," Eddie agrees, smiling bashfully himself. It might help to talk about it, but it doesn't make it any less awkward. "Should we like… have a game plan?"

"For the rut?"

"For the studding, Steve. Maybe we should talk it out in advance, in case it sneaks up on us?"

Steve twists a little where he stands, and eventually he goes and takes a seat on one of the kitchen chairs. Eddie does too, it might help him relax.

"You're right. I mean, we kinda know what to expect. At least theoretically. But I'm more worried about what you're actually comfortable with."

Eddie wets his lips, brows furrowing in focus. This had literally hung over their heads for months now, yet they had failed to talk about the specifics. The most crucial fucking step. 

"You're talking about the knot, right?"

They stare at each other for a while, tension building until Steve bursts out into a little giggle. Fucker.

"Sorry. I'm nervous-laughing."

Eddie drags his hands over his face, his rings catching onto his lips and nose in a way that's almost painful, but that's what he needs to ground himself sometimes.

"Look. I'm nervous too, but not in a bad way. As long as I prep, it should be fine, right?"

Steve frowns, then holds out one of his hands and makes a gimme-motion over the table for Eddie, who rolls his eyes and grabs it. Holds on tight.

"But are you comfortable with it, is what I'm asking?" He repeats with a pout.

Eddie can't help the nervous laughter that escapes him then, and he realizes all of a sudden how thankful he is to be holding Steve's hand right now.

"I mean, it's not like it's going to change me as a person. Don't flatter yourself in advance, Harrington," Eddie says dryly, laughing again from Steve's confused, offended little Hey!  

"I'm nervous, but I'm not uncomfortable. There's a difference. I think it'll be fine because it's you."

Steve watches him while he speaks, wearing a difficult expression on his face. Eventually he pushes himself up from the chair and walks over, wrapping Eddie up in a hug. He gets his face squished against Steve's chest from the seated position he's in, so he does not complain.

"I'm just worried. What if it doesn't work? And what if it works but you don't like it?" Steve says with the smallest voice, lips brushing against the top of Eddie's head while he speaks.

It feels disrespectful, but Eddie can't help but snort.

"Steve, we've used knot toys before. I already know I like it."

"Not just that!" Steve hisses. "I'm talking about everything. I've been nervous for weeks, what if you won't like me anymore?"

He doesn't like the sound of that. Not one bit.

So he pushes Steve back, looking up at him with a frown. He actually looks exhausted, now when Eddie's looking for it — or maybe he tried to mask it earlier. But it's clear now that something's going on, either he's coming down with something, or this is it.

Might as well be honest.

"I'm not worried about that," Eddie says confidently, settling both hands on his boyfriend's waist to ground him. "I was a little bit, in the beginning. But the more we talked and learned from the doctors… I'm over it. I just had this stupid thought that you might change. Back to highschool Steve, you know. But that's not how any of this works, I was just being an idiot." He looks at Steve's weary face, sees how it twists in worry and he winces in sympathy. They really should've talked about this sooner, it would've spared them both a lot of grief. "Babe, I promise you — as long as you're not planning on having a complete change of personality, I'm here for the long haul, okay?"

Steve just nods, showing that he's listening despite how increasingly distraught his expression is getting.

Eddie panics a little. He keeps forgetting about the mood swings.

"Fuck, Steve, I'm sorry, look at me please?"

It takes a second, but eventually he does.

"It's okay even if you change a bit. That's normal. I'm not gonna leave you for that. I mean, you've changed a lot since we got together, we both have, and that's a good thing. The shit I was worried about was like… fucking stereotypes again. That you would go all alpha on me and try to put me in my place. Really dumb shit."

This time it's Steve who snorts, and he somehow manages to look miserable and happy at the same time.

"Eddie, I don't think that's even possible. And I wouldn't ever want that."

The sigh he lets out is ragged, trembling with emotion and relief. He squeezes Steve's waist a little tighter.

"It's gonna be okay no matter what, okay? If this is your rut starting then I'm fully here for it. Whatever you need from me, I'll give you, okay baby?"

Steve just nods, biting his lower lip to contain his emotions.

"I love you so much."

Eddie smiles. Pulls Steve back in for a new embrace.

"I love you too."

*

When Eddie wakes up he is fucking soaked.

(No, not like that.)

The bed sheets are drenched, and he bolts upright before he's even had time to properly process it. At first he thinks he's been hit by a surprise heat and that's what's going on, but as he's blinking the sleep out of his eyes he realizes it's coming from Steve.

He's sweating. Soaked in it.

And it just takes one deliberate inhale of the new scent around them for Eddie to realize. For reality to finally sink in.

Steve's in rut.

He's actually in rut.

The scent of it isn't as strong as he thinks it oughta be, but it might be because Steve's still in the transitional phase, and his body still has a lot of adapting to do — something that'll happen over the course of the coming days.

The thought makes Eddie flush red.

That, and maybe also the heady fucking smell of pheromones, all new and unfamiliar to what he’s used to. It smells good, appealing to his senses in a way he never thought possible.

Swallowing down his own unexpected reaction, he reaches out and strokes Steve's cheek, tucking his messed up hair behind his hair and out of his face. 

He's burning, Eddie can tell from just that light touch alone, and he immediately feels worried. They were told this might be rough, and not just in the fun way.

"Steve?" Eddie asks gently.

After a couple of seconds with no reaction, he sits up and pushes the comforter off them both, which gets Steve to squirm a little bit.

"Steve, babe. You're burning up, you gotta wake up."

"No," Steve just grumbles, blinking to consciousness in a way that Eddie always goes a little crazy over, except now he's a bit too worried to swoon over his adorable boyfriend.

It doesn't take long. Steve's barely gotten his eyes open before realization dawns on him too, and he shoots right up to a sitting position, immediately grimacing at the state of the bedsheets. "Fuck," he groans out miserably. "Oh no. Oh man, I feel like shit."

"You look like shit," Eddie confirms for him, softening the blow of that insult with a kiss on his cheek, greedily breathing in more of Steve's new scent. "What can I do to help? Do you need painkillers?"

"No, not yet at least. I'm, uh, I'm okay. Just hungry and kind of achey."

Eddie nods stiffly, realizing then how fucking tense he is. He's nervous, but also fucking excited. The problem is he just doesn't know what to expect. Neither of them does, but Eddie is in the odd position of responsibility here, and he wants to get it right.

"Alright. I'll make us some breakfast, okay? You wanna stay in bed?"

Steve's face pinches in an indecisive frown, then he starts pushing himself towards the edge of the bed. "You can start, I'll, uh, be there in a second."

Eddie nods, pulling on a pair of loose sweatpants before he heads downstairs.

The second he steps out of the bedroom it's like his senses clear, and the contrast is fucking shocking. He had always loved what Steve smelled like, to the point where his boyfriend even teases him about it. But this? It's like a physical reaction, the kind of shit he's only ever heard about before. For a second he's almost close to freaking out, but he talks himself down from it. It's still Steve, and it doesn't actually feel bad to react like this. It's just new.

When he comes down to the kitchen he gets promptly distracted, overwhelmed almost thanks to the fridge and cabinets being fully stocked. He ends up taking out a little bit of everything, because he doesn't know what Steve wants. What Steve needs. So if he just makes a small breakfast buffet he can't go wrong, right?

… It's fairly evident that it's not actually breakfast he's freaking out over. But it's nice to project his anxieties on something tangible.

Should he like… go and prep himself? What if Steve needs him right now, and he's wasting time in the kitchen thinking about goddamn apples and oranges?  

But thankfully, and before Eddie manages to send himself into a full blown meltdown, Steve comes walking into the room with him. He looks like he dunked some water over himself by the sink and just wiped himself off half-heartedly.

He looks miserable.

"Eddie," he says, alarmingly urgent in a way that makes both his nerves and heart rate spike even more.

"What's wrong?"

Steve makes an uncomfortable grimace and kinda gestures downwards. "It's started," he says, sounding almost close to tears.

Eddie freezes, the tension brewing in his body picking the worst time to surface.

"Do you..? What do you need me to do?"

The grimace on Steve's face contorts, worsens. "N-nothing. It just hurts," he complains, then awkwardly makes it into the kitchen and leans towards the counter. Eddie doesn't miss how he kind of twists and squirms in place, even reaches down to adjust himself in his underwear. The scent is so much stronger now too, musky and almost suffocating this up close.

It's a fucking effort to stay focused.

"Hey, it's okay! It's gonna be okay. That's normal, I think?"

Steve shakes his head. "I don't care, it's fucking embarrassing," he complains, like that's the biggest problem here, then blatantly reaches down to grind his palm against his crotch.

"Whoa, hey, no! Calm down babe. Don't hurt yourself," Eddie says, hurriedly stepping up next to Steve and pulls his hand away. It is a bit awkward, but in the strangest way. He's already intimately familiar with his boyfriend's junk, but whatever's happening right now feels private in a different way, even if Eddie is supposed to get directly involved with that too.

He bites his lower lip.

"Come on… you don't need to feel embarrassed. We both already know what's going on, okay?"

Steve stubbornly shakes his head. He's frowning in frustration, and there's tears threatening to spill over from his eyes. 

"Steve," Eddie says sternly, falling into the caretaking role so easily now when he doesn't have the chance to overthink things. "Talk to me, tell me what's going on."

"It hurts," Steve repeats with a pout. Eddie spots a bead of sweat running down his forehead. "It hurt just a little bit for some days now, then it got worse yesterday, and today it's like…" He winces and holds up a hand, making a measurement with his thumb and index finger, then expands it.

Eddie's eyes nearly bulge out of his head.

"Seriously?" 

"Yeah. And it's so fucking sensitive, my clothes are driving me crazy."

Ignoring the sudden, swirling heat of arousal in his lower stomach, Eddie chews his lip in thought. He strokes his thumb over Steve's wrist in comfort.

"Do you think a bath might help? To cool you down a bit, and it might help with the, uh, the downstairs situation."

And see, that's how he knows Steve's not feeling well, because he doesn't even react to the way Eddie clumsily describes that.

"Maybe," Steve just says softly, reaching up to wipe his flushed face again.

"Why don't you try it out? I can bring you breakfast on a tray. We can make a little bathroom picnic out of it, yeah?"

Steve nods, smiling bashfully. "Yeah, thank you. Sorry for freaking out."

Eddie almost laughs out loud at that, because Steve is plenty entitled to freaking out today, how many goddamn times he wants.

"You don't need to apologize. Freak out how much you want, babe. Just promise to tell me what's going on while you do, okay?"

It's only half a joke because he means it, but it also makes Steve laughs which is a plus.

"I promise."

*

When Eddie's done filling the tray to maximum breakfast capacity he brings it to the bathroom. He knocks before he enters, because it's polite, but he also doesn't want to walk in on something he's not meant to see.

It's gonna be a long, weird day.

"How's it feel, baby?" He asks as he sets the tray down on a little table by the bathtub.

Steve's naked, because of course he is. He looks slightly better, but not much. There's still a palpable exhaustion across his features and a tension in his muscles that refuses to go away.

"It helped," Steve says reassuringly. "It cooled the worst of it down a bit, but my body is, like, freaking out."

Eddie smiles in sympathy. He pulls up a chair and takes a seat as close as he can to Steve in the bathtub, then hands him a glass of orange juice.

"What's it like?" He asks curiously.

"Thanks," Steve says softly, then tips the glass back and finishes it in one go. He hands it back to Eddie. "It feels kind of like heat? My skin is crawling and it's driving me nuts, but it's, uh, focused in a different place."

They look at each other, and Eddie guesses his face is probably as red as Steve's is.

It's taken a massive amount of self control already to not glance down into the tub to the point of interest, because Eddie is interested, he just doesn't want to make Steve uncomfortable, looking without being invited.

"Does it still hurt?" He asks instead.

"A little bit. Losing the clothes helped," he says bashfully, reaching a hand out from the water and points to the breakfast tray. "Can I have a sandwich?"

Eddie hands him one, and they eat in silence for a while. 

At least until Steve starts getting restless again. Eddie politely ignores it until he can't anymore, on account of water starting to spill over the bathtub edge from all his squirming.

"Steve," Eddie gently scolds, reaching forward to put a hand on one of his arms, attempting to hold him still. He really is burning up, and it's so odd to see him like this without the usual accompanying sweet scent of heat.

"Sorry," Steve presses out through gritted teeth. "It's picking up again, and it's getting— ugh, it's getting worse."

And listen. Eddie is only human — his self control was only gonna last for so long. So he sneaks a brief glance down while Steve's busy gripping the edge of the tub so as to not slip from all the squirming he's doing. 

And. 

It's definitely bigger.

Steve's hard to the point where it looks painful, all red and swollen. If he hadn't explicitly told Eddie it hurt, he'd be offering him a helping hand about now.

"What can I do?" He says instead, swallowing dryly.

"Ugh," Steve just groans, deliberately avoiding Eddie's gaze. "I think… bed."

And he can't help it, that word makes him shoot up from his seat right away. He's been nervous and on edge all morning. Just waiting for this very moment because he was anxious about how it was going to go. And this was it.

Go time.

"Yeah? Let's get you dry first," he says, voice coming out solid and comforting despite how chaotic he's feeling inside.

They get Steve out of the tub, and it's impossible to miss the hardness of him now. His dick has grown a lot since Eddie saw him last, which was just five days ago. He looks at least twice as big, and it makes Eddie's mouth water. 

He really fucking hopes Steve is gonna let him have a taste.

*

Once they get upstairs Steve is fully shivering, so Eddie is quick to push him down on the mattress and wrap a blanket around his shoulders.

"I'm gonna get undressed too, is that okay?" He asks, already in the process of kicking off his sweatpants. 

Steve just nods from where he's sitting. He's tucked the blanket all around his upper body, but he's still naked, still hard. It makes for kind of a funny picture, but Eddie's not laughing. He's too focused on doing this right, and taking care of his alpha.

He keeps his underwear on, figures he doesn't want to seem too presumptuous, but once he steps towards the bed Steve claws at his hips, immediately starting to peel off his boxers.

It makes him laugh a bit, and he helps him by pushing them down and stepping out of them. Then he pushes Steve over and slides in on the mattress next to him. He wraps an arm over his chest, rubbing comforting circles into his skin.

"Talk to me, baby. I'll take the reins if you need me to, but you still gotta talk me through this, okay?"

"I'll try to. Promise. But it's hard," Steve says quietly, voice coming out all strained from how labored his breathing is getting.

And of course Eddie can't resist.

"Oh, I know it's hard. The question is if you want me to do anything about it?"

Steve makes a sound that's a mix between a whine and laughter, and sends a palm into Eddie's chest in a weak shove.

"Please. But I'm sensitive, get some lube, please?"

He looks up at him, studying the way Steve's expression is pinched together in feverish frustration.

"Steve," Eddie prompts him, trying to get his attention.

"Yeah?"

As they make eye contact Eddie slides a hand down his own chest, over his stomach, until finally moving the whole way down between his own legs. He sees Steve watching in wide eyed fascination as he twists his fingers in, coating them in his body's natural lubrication.

He isn't just being gross, doing this. It's part of the process, coating the transitioning alpha with their omegas pheromones if possible. It's honest to god recommended by medical professionals. It's just a bonus that it happens to be fucking hot, too.

"This okay?" He asks softly, taking out his fingers from himself. He's way wetter than he expected, so he didn't even need to work for it as much as he thought.

The way Steve looks at him is fucking wild.  

His pupils are blown, eyes almost pitch black from arousal. His jaw is slack and he's watching Eddie's hand move like it's got him in a trance.

"Please," he just says, begs, even.

"I have you," Eddie reassures him, using his dry hand to stroke Steve's waist, his lower stomach and his thighs. Just to get him used to the contact, because his body jolts from every little touch. As his hand travels lower, Steve's back arches, lifting his hips to meet him.

Eddie tuts at him, leaning forward and kisses his cheek as he finally trails the hand that's wet down Steve's lower abdomen. He touches the base of his swollen cock gently, just running the tips of his fingers over it to start with.

Steve still jerks from the contact, but his body relaxes immediately after, sending him falling back into the mattress with a keening moan.

"You okay, baby? Can I keep going?"

"Yeah," Steve groans, and as Eddie keeps slowly stroking his dick he leans in and meets his lips in a kiss — which he gladly returns. 

It's soft, lazy and perfect, an easy kiss to keep up as he starts to work his hand over Steve's dick. He responds beautifully, gasping into Eddie's mouth with the sort of desperation it usually takes hours to work up to.

It doesn't take long for Steve's hips to start moving, thrusting into Eddie's hand in a way that tells him he could take more, so he speeds up, making Steve writhe and moan next to him.

After a while Eddie has to break from the kiss to breathe, and he uses the moment to check on Steve. His eyes are tightly closed and pleasure is written all over his face. Usually this is the point when Eddie would start talking, say some dirty shit to try and push him over the edge, but this isn't the right time for that.

Instead he rubs his free hand against himself again, collecting more slick on his hand to drench Steve's dick in. It drags a long moan out of him, and he tosses his head back against the mattress, chest heaving from how worked up he is.

"Ahh— 'm close," Steve warns him.

He's got his face buried into Eddie's neck, nosing and licking at the skin there while rutting his hips into Eddie's hand.

"How do you want it?" Eddie breathes, turning his head down so he can watch. He feels like his whole body is on fire.

"Like that, 's perfect," Steve groans.

He throws his head back on the pillow again, his hips lifting from the bed into Eddie's hand. 

And he keeps it up, just as Steve asked for, watching with wide-eyed interest as his cock throbs. And Eddie feels it, the soft but noticeable pulsing of the shaft in his hand when Steve comes, back arching beautifully and gasping for breath. 

His spend lands on his stomach, more than usual, and Eddie's got half a mind to run his fingers through it.

Jesus Christ.

He slowly extracts his hand, letting go of Steve's sensitive dick. He strokes his thigh instead, privately enjoying the way the muscles under his hand twitch from the aftershocks.

"Was that okay, baby?" 

Steve's eyes blink open, and he turns over on his side to face Eddie. He looks ruined, his face red and hair a fucking mess. Absolutely delectable. Eddie kind of wants to devour him.

"It was so okay. That was fucking crazy."

Eddie grins at him, then glances down.

Steve's still hard, dick jutting out between them and twitching almost pitifully, and he swears it almost looks even bigger.

"Do you need more..?" Eddie asks, eying it shamelessly. He doesn't know how it works for rutting alphas, if it's like his own heat where he just kind of wants it non-stop, or if there's a refractory period involved.

Steve looks a little confused about it too, much like he's taking a moment to feel for what his body needs now. "I think I might, soon. Getting off helped, but I'm still…" He shrugs bashfully, looking down at himself too.

"Oh, holy shit."

Eddie hums, feeling himself agreeing almost hysterically. Holy shit, indeed.

"It's so fucking big, Steve," he murmurs, unable to take his eyes from it. He's been dealing with a simmering arousal ever since he woke up, and it's starting to get hard to ignore.

"Y-yeah," Steve breathes. His cock jerks in place, slapping up against his stomach. 

Eddie has to physically shake himself. He needs to stay focused.

"I'm gonna get some water and supplies. You stay here and get cleaned up, okay?"

Steve nods slowly, his eyes starting to look a bit glazed over again, which is all the motivation Eddie needs to hurry up.

*

It doesn't take long, he doesn't even bother getting dressed. He just grabs the plastic bag of supplies he got yesterday and hurriedly fills up a bottle of water.

When he comes back into the bedroom it's like stepping into a wall. The scent of rutting alpha hits him so hard it's scary, his knees almost buckle from the force of it. 

But he only stands frozen in the doorway for a moment — the sight of Steve pleasuring himself quickly pulls him out of his surprise, because it's fucking obscene. He's got one hand around his dick and thrusting two fingers in and out of his pussy with the other. 

He's working himself with a lazy sort of urgency, like he's either too tired or too feverish to go any faster.

Eddie stumbles into the room. He shoves the bottle and supplies on the bedside table before sliding, almost falling into bed next to him.

"Look at you," he whispers in awe, wrapping an arm over Steve's stomach. "Want me to take over?"

Steve just nods, head falling to the side to look at him with a desperate expression. "Please. Need you."

And if those aren't his favorite words.

"Yeah? You gonna let me taste you, babe?"

"Please."

Eddie moves down on the mattress expertly, and Steve welcomes him with a hand on his cheek. It's wet, and he realizes with a start that it's the hand he just had inside himself. It sends a jolt of arousal through him, he's so fucking wet it's starting to trickle down his thighs at this point.

"Fuck, Steve," he groans, pressing his face into his inner thigh. 

Then the hand on his face moves, traveling to the back of his head and digs into his hair, giving a firm tug. It sends a thrill through his whole body, his boy knowing what he likes and giving it to him unprompted.

At this point foreplay is the last thing on his mind, so he just ducks down and takes Steve's cock into his mouth.

Eddie doesn't even think about it, because he's so used to swallowing the whole thing in one go without a problem. So when he feels the head hit the back of his mouth, it startles a deep groan out of him. He moves off it briefly, just to look, which in turn makes Steve let out an utterly bereft moan.

"Fuck," is all he manages to say, before he's being coaxed back down again.

And he's… startlingly into this. 

He always knew he had a bit of an oral fixation, but Eddie's never sucked cock before. Not in this sense, where actually he has to work for it, moving his head up and down and thinking about things like keeping his teeth in check.

It doesn't quite hit the back of his throat, at least not yet, and Eddie doesn't know whether he should find it concerning or not that he wants that.

When Steve pulls him back off he actually whines, the sluttiest noise of complaint he's heard from himself yet. Christ.

"It's so good, Ed," Steve presses out, reassuring him. "I just— I need you."

Oh.

He scrambles to get back up on the mattress, diving in for a bruising kiss that Steve meets him halfway for.

"How do you want it?"

It probably doesn't even matter, but he always asks.

"I just want you."

Eddie nods. Usually this is when he'd pause to consider some options, but he's too fucking horny, all pent up from just watching Steve this entire morning. And he thinks that if he doesn't get that dick inside himself soon, he might actually scream.

So he throws a leg over Steve's waist, climbing on top of him and scoots himself down until he feels his cock slap against his ass. He can't resist, so he reaches a hand back around himself to stroke it carefully. It's still wet from Eddie's mouth, and it fits perfectly into his hand, just the head of it peeking up when he closes his fist around it.

"Gonna fuck you now," Eddie says, lifting himself up on his knees slowly in case Steve has any last second objections.

"Fuck me," Steve agrees, his hands coming up to hold onto Eddie's hips like he needs it. He probably does, because he's looking seconds away from floating away.

And it's… new.

The way he has to hold himself up, to use his hand to guide Steve against his entrance. It's no longer just a matter of rubbing together, and if it slips in it's just a fun little bonus. This is deliberate, sex in a completely different way, and Eddie's soaked with anticipation for it.

He feels it when the head of his dick pushes against his entrance, and it makes his breath catch in his throat.

Steve's hips stutter despite resting on the mattress, clearly yearning to drive into the wet heat Eddie is keeping from him, just out of reach.

"Easy," he instructs, voice coming out as just a puff of air. 

Then he starts to sink down.

He barely feels the intrusion. Steve's not exactly huge and Eddie's so fucking wet, almost too wet. He could easily take him all the way right now — but he won't. He needs to take it slow, because under him Steve keens, fingers digging into Eddie's hips almost painfully, attempting to pull him down, but he resists it. Doesn't want to overwhelm him.

"Fuck, Eddie, fuck, fuck, fuck."

He sinks down further on his cock, hips jerking when he feels the pop, the sensation of it entering his channel and beginning to slide inside.

And going by how Steve's body jolts, he felt it too. And it must feel incredible, because it draws a long moan out of him, and Eddie can feel how hard he's trying to lift his hips to fuck into him deeper.

"Fuck, Eddie. I'm not gonna last, I'm not gonna—"

Eddie's eyes widen. He wasn't expecting it so soon, but hell if he's going to ruin it for him. So he lifts his hips again and slams back down, intending to start a quick pace, but he doesn't even need to.

The second he sits down on his cock again, Steve comes inside him. 

He grips Eddie's hips so hard that he can't move away. He just has to sit and watch with a slack jaw as Steve throws his head back, eyes screwed tightly shut and sounds of pleasure spilling wantonly from his mouth.

When the waves of his orgasm finally seems to settle, Steve's eyes blink back open. He's still got Eddie's hips in a death grip, so he's still trapped for now. Which would be fine, if he wasn't also dying to chase his own pleasure.

"You want me off?" Eddie asks, because first things first.

"No," Steve whispers, loosening his grip but still holding on. "Stay? It feels nice."

"Do you mind if I..?" Eddie gestures down, hovering a hand above his own, smaller dick.

Steve's eyes widen, and all of a sudden he starts moving. He lifts Eddie just enough to get himself into a seated position with his back against the wall, then drops him back down on his lap. It pushes a groan out of him, being jostled around so much with a dick inside.

"Let me take care of you?" Steve asks softly, eyelids fluttering with tell-tale arousal.

Eddie grins at him, rolls his hips once just to feel. "Please take care of me, alpha," he says, voice mock-sweet.

"Shut up," Steve laughs, and despite looking a bit out of it he still rolls his eyes affectionately.

Then he pushes his hand against Eddie's crotch with no further warning. He immediately starts a slow massage with his fingers, and it makes Eddie's eyes roll back into his head.

"Fuck, I can feel you squeezing around me," Steve breathes in amazement against his cheek, promptly making him squeeze down even more, going by the startled moan Steve lets out immediately after.

"Does it feel good?" Eddie asks breathlessly, squeezing down deliberately just to try it.

"Uh huh, so fucking good," Steve squeaks.

"You feel good too," he sighs. He's moving a little bit, pushing himself up and down the slightest bit just to feel him moving inside. "Is this okay?"

Steve nods quickly, the hand that's still on Eddie's hip starts pushing and pulling to help him move. "Y-yeah, ride me, babe?"

Eddie laughs a little bit, because it's still bizarre to hear Steve say that. Just like it's bizarre that that's something they can do now.

But he nods in agreement and starts to lift himself up. He's still too wet to get much friction, but he feels his own muscles squeezing around Steve's dick when he moves, and when he sinks down, he feels the blunt pressure of it opening him back up. 

Combined with the slow, rhythmic circles Steve is rubbing into him, Eddie suddenly realizes he's close.

He sucks in a breath and starts to roll his hips, just to see if it's easier. And immediately he feels it hit something inside, making direct contact with the source of that dull pleasure that's been steadily building, and it actually startles a rare moan out of him.

It pulls a whine out of Steve too, who adjusts his own movements to welcome the new pace.

"I'm close," Eddie gasps in warning.

"Me too," Steve whispers, and Jesus Christ, again?

Eddie's head rolls back uselessly, he feels boneless, overwhelmed by having Steve like this. It's so good. So good that he's kinda starting to lose it, control of his mouth included.

"Yeah? You gonna come again?" 

"Fuck, yeah," Steve moans, trying to buck up into him, but Eddie's got him pinned down.

"Is it really that good, baby? Can't even contain yourself, coming the second you get inside me."

Steve whines from that, a loud and needy sound as his head tips forward, trying to hide into the bend of Eddie's neck. 

"Y-yeah, can't help it. You feel so good, it's fucking crazy."

Eddie swallows. Rolls his hips against Steve harder. He's so fucking close.

" 'm gonna come, alpha. Need you to knot me this time."

"Oh God," Steve sobs, his head falling back into the wall with a thump. Eddie can feel his legs tensing underneath him, almost lifting him up with the force of his orgasm, which promptly sends him over the edge as well.

It hits him hard, making him tip forward into Steve's chest and lose his momentum. But thankfully Steve doesn't, even in the throes of his own orgasm he keeps up the circling massage on Eddie's dick, which is just repeatedly lighting his whole body up with shocks of pleasure.

Like fucking fireworks, and it just won't stop.

After a moment he even shoots back up, spine stretched taut and hips still rolling through the waves, it's so much he actually has to slap Steve's hand away from himself. He has to, from the way his whole body is convulsing from oversensitivity even while he's still coming. Or did he just come twice? He can't even tell, he's too fucking wrung out to think.

He might've even blacked out for a second because all of a sudden there's arms wrapped around him, pulling him back to reality.

"Whu?" he grunts in confusion, because holy shit.

Steve definitely doesn't seem better off. He's holding Eddie tight, and ever so often his hips jerk upwards, either from ebbing pleasure or oversensitivity. And he can feel his lips just kind of sliding over his shoulder, pressing open-mouthed, lazy kisses into his skin. 

It's nice.

"You okay?" He manages to ask, knowing he's usually the first one to find his voice even under regular circumstances.

And like predicted, Steve just kind of groans into his shoulder in place of a verbal response.

"You want me to move?"

He feels what he thinks is a nod.

"Okay. Alright. Uh, how the fuck do I…"

That's another new thing, he realizes. Gravity is never as strong as it is post-orgasm, and even without arms around him he'd still have to maneuver himself off Steve's dick somehow. 

Christ, he's gonna need to start working out if this is how it's gonna be.

Eventually he's able to untangle himself enough to push himself up on his knees. He feels the slow drag inside himself as he's lifting himself up, actual friction despite the soaking mess down there. 

Apparently even Steve reacts, because all of a sudden it's both of them watching as Eddie just keeps rising, way further than he expected to — until finally Steve's dick finally falls out.

It lands on his stomach with a wet slap, and Eddie just stares. Both of them stare, because it's big.

It looks almost an inch or two longer than before, the change more than enough to be noticeable. And it's thicker. Even the head of it is bigger, blunt and rounded off by the tip, looking way more defined than it did earlier.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie just breathes, feeling his mouth watering again. Christ, he needs to get a hold of himself.

"Uh huh," Steve whispers, staring at himself as well.

"It… grew inside me?"

"Yeah," Steve agrees, voice strained.

Which is when Eddie notices another new thing — he's currently dripping all over the goddamn mattress.

"Oh Jesus, what the fuck," he curses, immediately shoving a hand between his legs to… to keep it inside?

"Steve, it's your jizz, get me some paper!"

After that it's a bit of a scramble, both of them flustered and trying to clean up the worst of the mess, but it doesn't take long until it dawns on them that the situation is downright unsalvageable. So Steve gets put on bedsheet duty while Eddie hurries to the bathroom with a ball of paper between his legs.

*

Getting into the shower feels fucking euphoric. It clears his head from the haze of pheromones, and getting to wash his body clean from everything is the best feeling. He doesn't bother with shampoo, not when he expects to be back in the shower once or twice more today.

He's all freshened up when Steve finally joins him, arms immediately wrapping around Eddie and pulling him into a hug.

They've always been the same height and pretty close in general stature, but Steve still manages to look small with how he holds himself, hunched over and immediately tucking his head in against Eddie's neck.

"How are you feeling, babe?" He asks, rubbing a slow, methodical circle into Steve's back.

"Mmm, better. It doesn't hurt anymore."

Eddie raises an eyebrow, grinning smugly.

"I could tell as much, earlier."

And he fucking… adores that Steve will happily say the filthiest, sluttiest little things when he's turned on, but outside of the bedroom he clams up completely. It's adorable, and so much fun to watch his cheeks tint red.

"How are you feeling?" Steve counters, clearly embarrassed.

"Oh, I'm good. Just came my brains out earlier, if you didn't notice."

"Christ," Steve sputters, laughing into Eddie's neck. "I noticed, yeah. It was pretty cool."

He barks out a laugh at that. He knows Steve is joking, but it really catches him off guard. "Yeah? Well, I'd go as far as to say it was pretty radical, even."

"Oh my God, shut up."

"You started it, dude!"

Steve just keeps laughing, then moves out of the hug. Eddie immediately grabs the body wash before he's able to. He needs something to do with his hands, and if he gets to help and dote on his boyfriend that's just a bonus.

He motions for him to turn around, and Steve complies with a goofy little smile. Once he's done with his back and has gotten it all washed off, he pulls at Steve's hips to get him to turn back around.

"So," Eddie starts saying, throwing a not-so discreet glance downwards with a grin. "This seems to be going pretty well, huh?"

Steve shrugs bashfully, but he's quick to look down too, almost like he was just waiting for an excuse to.

His dick is soft right now, but still so much bigger than Eddie's used to. Usually when he's soft it's just the little pink head that sticks out among the tufts of hair, but now there's a full dick there. Large enough to show, which immediately makes Eddie's eyes widen in another realization.

"Babe, I hate to bring this up in this time of celebration, but… you're not gonna fit in your panties anymore at this rate."

"Oh fuck," Steve half-groans, half-laughs, clearly it's not the end of the world. "You wouldn't happen to be interested in some hand-me-downs?"

"Ew, no."

That makes him laugh, prodding Eddie's side with a finger. "How is that gross?!"

"Because your dick has been in them!" He laughs out with a childish sneer.

Steve levels him with a sudden, serious expression. "Ed. I have some bad news for you about another place my dick has been."

They have a silent stare-off that just barely lasts for a couple of seconds before they burst out in laughter again. 

He can't believe how tense and nervous he's been about this, about today. He really let his anxiety spiral for months when it was completely unnecessary, because this is really just… normal. Him and Steve, goofing off and loving each other. He feels safe. Happy. Maybe a little horny.

"Want me to wash your front, too?" He asks, not caring how fucking see-through that request is.

Steve smiles knowingly at him, and just hands him the bottle in response. So Eddie plants a kiss on his cheek, then gets to work. He saves the best for last of course, but locks eyes with Steve before.

"Can I touch you?" He asks quietly.

"Yeah, but I might… you know," he makes a little grimace that immediately turns into a little grin.

"Counting on it," Eddie tells him sweetly.

He does actually wash him, he wasn't just using that as an excuse. But he also touches and explores a little, enjoys the feeling of Steve's dick filling out in his hands as he goes.

"I don't know if you noticed, but I'm a huge fan of this," Eddie murmurs softly, eyes completely focused on his crotch.

Steve giggles shyly. "That's good. Radical, even."

Eddie grins at him with a raised eyebrow and gives him a sudden tug, palm twisting over the head of his dick.

"Oh, Jesus!" He curses, a moan caching in his throat that trails off into another little laugh.

"Can I have a closer look?"

"Uh… sure?"

Eddie smiles again, then sinks down to his knees on the shower floor. He keeps his eyes locked on Steve's face, enjoying the way his jaw falls slack and his eyelids get a little droopy.

"Hold it up," he instructs, pushing Steve's dick up to his stomach. He listens, does as he's told like a good boy, and Eddie hums his approval. He slides his fingers between his thighs, pushing a little to get him to spread his legs.

And it's… different, down there. The sensitive skin just behind his dick looks swollen, like there's something forming there, and going by the fucking load Steve put in him earlier he has a pretty good idea what it might be.

"Tell me if anything hurts, okay?"

Steve snorts at him from where he's looking down, eyes filled with affection. "Sure thing, nurse."

Eddie frowns playfully and gives Steve a little smack in his thigh, getting another little gasp-giggle from him. "That's doctor to you."

He just pokes and prods a little, testing to see if Steve feels particularly sore or uncomfortable anywhere, but for the most part he seems fine.

Hard as a rock and leaking, but fine.

"Well, everything seems to be in order here," he says with an exaggerated, proper old man voice, before falling back to his usual register. "But you gotta tell me if anything changes, even if we're in the middle of something." He quirks an eyebrow for emphasis.

Above him Steve is chewing at his lower lip, just watching Eddie with flushed cheeks. Adorable. 

"Promise. Thank you, doctor."

"Oh, no. I'm not actually doing that with you, no way." 

Eddie still blows him in the shower, because, come on. He's been drooling about it the whole day.

Chapter Text

If it's one thing Eddie's learned about sharing a heat — or in this case, rut — with someone, it's that the best time to get anything done is when the affected person is asleep.

Which is the reason why he deliberately sneaks out of the bedroom in the morning, leaving Steve to get some more rest before kicking off day number two.

So far it's been going pretty okay. Steve's been horny alright, but it wasn't as bad as some worst case scenarios out there, with how some people can literally lose their mind during their heat or rut, barely even remembering anything from it afterwards. 

But Eddie tries not to think about that. He tries to not worry at all. He's already been proven wrong about what this would be like, so he's decided to just sort of roll with the punches as they come.

It's been… pretty fucking wild so far, sharing this experience with Steve.

Yesterday had been pretty intense with so much happening at once, the rut starting and kicking into high gear almost instantly, with so many changes following immediately after. 

Admittedly, they had been so absorbed in quenching both of their rut-driven libido to absorb even half of it. It wasn't until they were settling down for bed last night that the floodgates broke, Steve clinging onto him and sobbing about how happy he was, how right he finally felt. It was heartbreaking, but like, in a sweet way. Bittersweet.

He'd talked about how weird it was, describing it like falling in love with his own genitals, which of course made Eddie choke on his own laughter. He quickly rectified his reaction, reassuring Steve that he gets it, he was very much falling in love with Steve's new genitals too.

The thought makes him snort where he's standing, working through the piles of dishes from yesterday. He's also got a stew cooking, it's another one of those things he's learned for heat-management, to just make a huge meal you can just heat up and eat throughout the day. 

A creak from the floorboard catches his attention, and he turns around to spot Steve in the doorway, looking all sleep drunk with his crazy hair and wrinkled pyjamas.

He's got his white sweatshirt on, paired with pastel blue shorts and those white, knee-high socks that always drives Eddie a little bit crazy. 

"That's very brave of you," he comments in dry humor, watching Steve come up to him for a morning kiss that he happily returns.

"What is?" Steve asks, sounding just as tired as he looks.

"Wearing clothes."

Steve snorts, leaving his side to check what's cooking on the stove. 

"I can't just walk around naked like some kind of caveman," he says, the corners of his mouth turned upwards, threatening to break out into a full grin.

"I'll have you know that I take full offense from that," Eddie responds dryly. He's just wearing a ratty old band t-shirt and underwear, because why even bother.

Steve just laughs softly, then goes to sit down by the table. 

"Not sure if the sweatshirt was a good idea though, I'm already kinda feeling hot."

"Hmm.. guess you'll just have to take it off then, like some kind of caveman."

He laughs again, looking at Eddie with eyes that might as well be sparkling from how much adoration is in them. It makes him all weak in the knees.

"How long do you think we've got?" Eddie asks quietly, studying Steve for signs of another wave. He looks warm, like he just said, but otherwise Eddie can't really glean any clues.

"I don't know. It's different from what I'm used to. Like," he chuckles a bit, all awkward and embarrassed. "It's always there, there's not really a break like with heatwaves. It's less intense though, so far at least. Does that make sense?"

Eddie nods, genuinely interested. 

"It's always there? So why aren't you walking around with a constant semi?"

Steve lets out a nervous laugh. Reaches down and adjusts something in his shorts until Eddie hears the snap of elastic against skin. 

"Huh," he says, staring at the clearly visible hard-on tenting his shorts.

"I didn't want to, like, poke your eyes out," Steve says quietly, face getting redder and redder by the second.

Eddie suddenly feels a bit tongue-tied. 

He thinks he can safely say by now that he had greatly fucking underappreciated how much he'd like this particular addition.

"Wasn't that uncomfortable?"

"Hm? Oh. A little bit, I guess."

"Then don't do that. It's just the two of us, so… no need to hide."

He's not gonna mention that he likes it. He repeats that to himself a couple of times like a mantra.

Steve's looking at him with his big brown eyes, windows to the soul wide open. "You don't think it's gross?"

Eddie sputters.

"What?! No, no, no. No. Did I say anything to make you think that?"

Steve twists a little bit in his seat. He looks just delectable right now, hard and yearning. Eddie really fucking likes it. Especially the way Steve is so shy about it, a direct contrast to the way his body is unapologetically showing his desire now, the hard line straining against fabric leaves almost nothing to the imagination.

Maybe Eddie should mention that he likes it.

"N-no. It's just a bit weird," Steve says.

"Not bad, right?"

"No! I like it. It's just gonna take some getting used to. That you can, uh, tell when I'm…"

Eddie's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. 

"Babe. I get it. But I need you to know that I fucking love it. Love seeing how worked up you are, how much you want me, it's stupidly hot."

"Oh," Steve squeaks. Eddie sees how he attempts to cross his legs but seems to change his mind halfway. 

"Yep. So when I say you don't need to hide from me? I mean it, I don't want you to walk around being uncomfortable. But I also really like being able to see that." He points at Steve's crotch. "Uh. I hope that's not a weird thing to say?"

Steve gapes at him, mouth opening and closing a few times like he doesn't know what to do with all that. "It's not weird," he eventually says, sounding a bit breathless. 

Eddie smiles genuinely.

He's standing with his back leaning against the kitchen counter, he can look at Steve and keep an eye on the pot at the same time like this. It should be finished soon.

"Good." Then he turns around, briefly stirring the stew to get a sense of whether it's done or not. It seems good, so he turns the oven off. He kinda gets the sense that they might get distracted soon, and burning down Steve's apartment wasn't on today's to-do list.

"Do you want something to eat before we get this show on the road? It'll be a while before this cools, but I can throw something else together from the—"

He's interrupted by arms wrapping around his waist, and a hard line pressing right in the middle of his ass-cheeks.

It makes him arch his back, pushing his hips out to seek more contact. It's a completely involuntary reaction, driven purely by physical instinct, and where Eddie had always thought losing control of himself in any sense would be his worst nightmare, he finds himself thinking that was fucking hot.

"Hi," Eddie laughs out breathlessly, clutching onto the counter to keep himself steady. "Was it something I said?"

He feels Steve's nose press against his neck, greedily inhaling his scent and licking at the skin, cluing him in that it's probably time. The rut took a bit longer to wake up this morning, but now it's here, making his boyfriend go all caveman in a wonderful twist of irony.

But Eddie kind of loves that part, how frequently Steve just goes for his scent gland now. He enjoys how possessive it is.

"Mmm, maybe. Thought I heard something about how much you liked this?" Steve breathes into his ear, and he gives a roll of his hips to emphasize. 

And the way it feels to be rutted up against like that… Christ, this was gonna become a problem.

"I really fucking do, Steve. Took me by surprise, but I'm so fucking into it."

"Yeah? That makes me happy."

And of course Steve would say something so sweet, even with a brain full of rut hormones, even in a moment that's otherwise so filthy.

"Want me to make you happier?" Eddie offers.

He feels a puff of air on his skin, feels the telltale little shaking of a silent giggle. 

"Always. Please. Want to be inside you. Can I? It felt so good, you felt so good, Eddie."

The sudden spike of arousal hits Eddie like a shock of lightning, filling him with a burst of energy. 

He squirms from where Steve's got him all pushed up against the counter, and eventually manages to twist himself around in the embrace.

Face to face now, they're immediately kissing. It's all soft and gentle, and Eddie loses himself into it, licking Steve's mouth open and swallows all his sweet sounds down. Wants them all for himself.

"Well, that works out," Eddie pants once they break apart. "Because I want you inside all fucking time too, baby. Loved watching you lose your mind yesterday, they way you got all desperate and pussy-drunk."

Steve gasps, almost like he's a little scandalized, but Eddie feels the way his hips jerk forward, like he's chasing the sense memory.

It's unbelievably fucking hot.

"Wanna try something new?" Eddie asks.

"Mmm, what?"

"I wanna fuck you. Right here. That okay?"

Steve's eyes widen in surprise. They're all hazy and distant, and Steve's words from earlier echoes back to his mind, about how embarrassing it was that Eddie was able to tell when he's horny now. Ridiculous, Eddie has always been able to tell. 

"Yeah, it's okay."

Eddie smiles, leans forward until he's all up in his face, but he doesn't kiss him.

Instead he uses the fucking daze Steve is in to maneuver them around, hands on his hips, until they've mirrored their positions and Eddie has him pressed against the kitchen counter. 

Only then does he go back in for the kiss, not quite devouring but it's quickly getting there. 

And it's such a thrill, getting his hand down Steve's shorts and being able to grab onto something. It makes Steve let out a high-pitched gasp, hips bucking forward into Eddie's hand, wordlessly asking for more. 

"How are we feeling about the clothes now, baby?" He teases, stroking up and down the hard line of Steve's cock through his underwear.

"Feel like it was a bad idea," Steve grits out. His eyes are fully focused on Eddie's hand.

"Do you want to lose them?"

The window blinds are already down, another one of those things you've just gotta do during a heat or rut.

"Mmmh," Steve responds, leaning back as much as he needs to, to be able to shrug his sweatshirt off. It lasted way longer than Eddie thought it would.

"Good boy. Why don't you get yourself out of those shorts? Let me see it, baby." 

Then he steps back just the slightest, because he needs some breathing room to lose some clothes or his own.

Underwear, to be specific.

He just shoves them down his legs, doesn't bother stepping out of them completely, just needs them out of the way for easy access.  

Once that's done he crowds Steve back into the kitchen counter, arms on either side, caging him in.

Steve's managed to get out of his shorts too, and Eddie's gaze immediately snap to his crotch. His dick stands out from his hip in a straight line, curving upwards and so fucking hard for him.

"You need me to get you warmed up, big boy?" Eddie asks with a smirk, wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock, giving just the lightest squeeze. 

It's only gotten slightly bigger than yesterday, after that initial growth spurt things seemed to slow down a bit. And the majority of progress seems to be happening whenever they're messing around, either way.

"Do anything you want," Steve just breathes, already sounding a little floaty and nonsensical.

At first Eddie thinks his eyes are zoned in on his hands again, but he realizes with a jolt of excitement that Steve's staring between his legs.

"Mmmm, you see something you like, baby?"

"Uh huh..."

"Did you miss it? You want it again?"

"Yeah, please, Eddie… need it. Need you."

Eddie smiles at Steve. Loves how he's still the sweetest boy even when he's out of his mind with arousal.

He strokes his dick a couple of times, still keeping his touch light because he doesn't want to accidentally make Steve blow early again, no matter how hot it was. 

Then he steps closer, angling his hips forward as he guides the tip of Steve's cock to push up against his own comparatively tiny omega dick. 

"I'm gonna need you to hold still for me, okay? Be good and let me take care of you."

"Y-yes, Eddie."

Eddie bites back the good boy that's on his tongue as he pushes his hips forward, the pressure forcing the sensitive cock head to glide in between his legs. Eddie keeps them squeezed together, making a tight space for Steve's dick to disappear into.

With one hand on his hip and the other on Steve's, Eddie starts pulling himself forward, guiding them together at a lazy pace.

It feels so fucking lovely, because Steve's warm and thick and pushing at just the right angle sometimes, and Eddie's own dick drags on top of it at every back and forth. He could easily come from this, but that's not what he wants.

He keeps it up for a while, grinding Steve's dick against himself until he feels certain that he's wet enough. 

When he stops, Steve keens.

"Oh god, Eddie, please, please. I need you. I've been good, I've been so good and I need you so much.”

A wide grin splits his face, because begging is his Achilles' heel, and sweet, clever, perfect Steve knows that all too well.

"You've been so good, baby," Eddie coos at him. He cradles Steve's face between his hands, strokes his cheeks with his thumbs in soothing circles. And how Eddie adores him, the way he just closes his eyes and leans into the touch, like Eddie's hands is the safest place in the world. "You gonna give me what I want?"

He doesn't miss the hitch in his boyfriend's breath, the way his eyes briefly open only to flutter shut again. And it's a good thing Eddie's holding him, because he feels how his head wants to tip backwards.

"What you want?"

Eddie smiles brightly.

"Yeah baby, what I want. I want you too."

"Oh fuck, yeah. Want to give you what you want. Want to give you everything."

Eddie laughs softly, leaning forward to kiss Steve on the cheek. 

"You're so sweet, alpha. Remember to keep your hands to yourself, or hold on to the counter if you need to, okay?"

Steve doesn't look like he's overjoyed with that arrangement, but he nods in confirmation and puts his hands back, gripping onto the wooden countertop tightly.

Eddie smiles at him before shifting his focus, reaching down and carefully wrapping his hand around Steve's base again. He's not sure if this is gonna work, but he really wants to try it.

It's a bit of a struggle at first. 

He has to get the angle right, and kind of get up on his toes a little bit for it to work, all while trying to guide and press Steve's dick up into himself.

It takes a bit of fumbling around until he finally feels the tip at his entrance, and he wastes no time pushing it in. He groans quietly from the stretch, but immediately bares down. He doesn't want to risk Steve slipping out again, so he keeps pressing forward until their hips are pressed flush together.

He looks up for a quick little check on Steve, only to see him looking down, completely enthralled and gritting his teeth, and Eddie can tell he's squeezing the counter tightly to keep himself still.

"You're doing so good, baby. Let me know when I can move, okay?" Eddie tells him softly, trying to will his voice to sound normal, which is a challenge for once. 

This angle doesn't really let Steve enter him all the way, but the way it makes him press up under Eddie's dick is already almost too much, going by how fast his own breathing is picking up.

It takes a good thirty seconds before Steve clears his throat around a groan. "I'm good. You can move, but I might not…" he bites his own lip, averting his gaze in embarrassment and that just won't do.

Eddie smiles and leans in, capturing his mouth in a lazy kiss to distract him. He really couldn't give less of a shit if he can't last, not when Eddie's probably just as close himself.

He moves hips backwards, feeling out where the limit is before he pushes forward again. 

Unlike that first time yesterday, it's no longer just a smooth glide, he can feel the friction inside. It's almost startling how good it feels, and it's slowly starting to dawn on him that while toys are good, they're apparently nowhere near the real thing.

A shuddering breath escapes his lips as he starts up a slow pace. He has to keep it shallow, he can't move too much without risking Steve slipping out. But that doesn't matter, even slow and shallow feels fucking fantastic like this.

"How does it feel?" Eddie breathes in his ear.

"So good. So good. Want to feel you deeper, Ed," Steve mumbles against his neck, and Eddie feels the little twitch forward of his hips. He's doing so good, holding himself back.

Eddie laughs quietly. He kisses Steve's cheek. "You will, just be patient. Here, let's turn around. Push me against the counter instead."

And it's almost like Steve's just been waiting for permission to touch, because his hands find Eddie's waist in less than a second.

"Turn us around, baby," Eddie reminds him, pushing himself closer now when he doesn't have to worry about bending Steve's arms backwards in a funny angle. He doesn't stop until their chests are pressed against each other, and he kind of regrets not losing his shirt so he could feel Steve, skin against skin. 

That, and it's getting really fucking warm.

They manage to turn around again without Steve's dick slipping out, and once Eddie's got his back against the counter he slides his hands around Steve's back, moving down until his fingers are digging into his ass. 

Eddie pulls him forward, which makes him whine almost pitifully.

Their rhythm kind of stalled when they moved around, but now Eddie has the perfect leverage. So he squeezes Steve's ass again, and this time it's a warning.

"Gonna fuck you now, and I'm not gonna stop until I come, baby," Eddie tells him with a wicked smile. 

They're pressed so close that their lips touch when they speak, and Eddie can feel Steve's shuddering exhale against his skin.

"Do it, please. Can I move too?"

Eddie actually considers it. He's about to say yes, because he doesn't actually want to be cruel, but he finds that he has a better idea.

"Why don't you leave that to me?"

Except it's not a question.

He digs his fingers in and pulls Steve against himself, and he meets the motion by moving his own hips forward. And it almost makes his head tip back in shock from how surprisingly deep that gets him.

It seems to startle Steve too, because his arms tighten around Eddie's waist. 

"Oh fuck, do that again, please do that again."

That was the idea.

So Eddie adjusts his grip, then starts pulling Steve against himself.

Into himself. 

And he feels Steve doing the best to help him along, his body going as lax as possible to let Eddie use him, to let Eddie just fuck himself on his cock, which is just unbelievably fucking hot, not to mention how good it feels. 

Because they're standing up, Eddie's body is pressing down just as much as Steve's dick is pressing up, meaning even with the relatively slow pace they're going, the pressure is intense. Almost unbearable, with how hard the drag of Steve's cock feels inside him.

Except it's not painful, not exactly, just intense where he's sensitive. Kind of tingles, sometimes.

He wonders if maybe… 

Eddie adjusts his grip again, he rests his face into Steve's neck as he starts to chase the spot with his hips. It's kind of similar to what he felt yesterday, only way more intense in this position.

He ends up just sort of holding onto Steve instead, keeping him still as he chases his own pleasure. It's maybe a bit egoistic, but going from the open-mouthed moans that keeps spilling out of his boyfriend, Eddie thinks he probably doesn't mind.

He fucks himself harder, groans deeply when he feels his own dick press against Steve's crotch. 

The pleasure feedback from both directions is kinda making him lose it, and the harder he pushes against that spot inside himself the worse (better?) it gets. It's warm and tingly and so much bigger than what he's used too. It's a building pressure he feels in his whole crotch, his whole torso, even in his legs, and it doesn't occur to him until way too late that it's because he's coming.

It startles him when he finally tips over, because while the climb was slow, the descent is not.

And that spot inside is suddenly so sensitive that his body instinctively tries to jerk away from the stimulation, from Steve's cock, but Eddie's locked in the embrace and he's got nowhere to go, no choice but to ride it out. It's like he loses control of his body completely, like he's being electrocuted from hard he's convulsing, how hard he's heaving for breath. And he realizes he's lucky that Steve's holding onto him, because holy shit.  

"Oh fuck, oh fuck Steve," Eddie whimpers, honest to god whimpers, because it's still going. He's not even oversensitive, he's just going through the waves of slowly diminishing pleasure until exhaustion is what finally makes him have to stop.

He collapses forward, slumping against Steve who catches him perfectly and squeezes him tight to keep him standing.

"Holy shit, Ed," Steve pants in his ear, sounding surprisingly clear-headed again.

Eddie just grunts against his neck, his body still twitching with the occasional aftershock.

"That was crazy, are you okay?"

Eddie snorts, he nods the best he can from where he's still just slumped against Steve. "Y-yeah, I'm okay. That was crazy," he confirms once he's found his voice again.

"Do you want me to pull out?" Steve asks in concern.

Eddie presses himself back, just the slightest bit so they can look at each other. "Did you come?" 

He has to ask, because he has no idea if that happened or not during whatever the fuck just happened to him.

Steve stares at him with those wide eyes of his, like he can't believe what he's seeing. Or perhaps, what he just saw. 

Then his gaze falls away, almost like he's embarrassed. "I did, but I'm still… hard," he says bashfully, making a little grimace. "But it's okay! It's okay if you can't continue after, uh, after that."

Eddie snorts again, feeling uncharacteristically delirious. "Oh, I can, but you might have to do the heavy lifting, then. Here, lemme just—"

He presses at Steve's chest, who gets it and steps back, hand wrapped around his dick to guide himself out of Eddie gently. 

Then Eddie turns around and slumps over, resting his upper body on the counter with a satisfied sigh. He hasn't felt this fucked out for a while. But then again, he hasn't had a vaginal orgasm for a good fucking while either, if ever. 

Eddie wiggles his hips playfully, then turns his head to give Steve a glance. It makes his hair fly all over the place. 

"You think you can fuck me like this?" He asks with a sultry little smile.

Steve is staring, he looks like a deer caught in the headlights, despite his gaze darting between Eddie's face and ass. 

"Uh, I can try? But you know I've never… I might be bad."

Eddie props himself up on his elbows, it makes it easier to look back at Steve. "Steve, baby, that's okay. I just came. I just want you to feel good too, and you're supposed to be inside me as much as we can manage, yeah?"

He can see the worried little wrinkle between Steve's eyebrows softening, eventually going away as he nods his head with an understanding little smile. "Y-yeah. You're right. Sorry, it's just… performance anxiety?"

Eddie laughs softly. "You know you don't have to worry about that, I'm just asking you to use my body here. Come on, baby. Get inside me already." 

He wiggles his hips some more for emphasis, can't help the little giggle that slips out when he sees Steve's eyes go wide with surprise. Holy shit, what the fuck did Steve's dick even do to him.

"O-okay," Steve says quietly before he steps forward. 

He puts his hands on Eddie's lower back, stroking and caressing his skin with a featherlight touch. Then he feels Steve's hands wander down, almost hovering over the swell of Eddie's ass before they grip on more firmly. 

Eddie hums out his approval, wiggling his hips in a way that makes Steve giggle despite himself.

He can tell Steve's still a little uncomfortable. Maybe it's the position, maybe it's the role, but Eddie trusts him to know his limits and to let him know if he actually doesn't want to do it like this.

But he seems to be doing okay, because the hands massaging his ass cheeks suddenly move even lower, parting Eddie's legs on their journey in between them. 

He feels Steve gripping his inner thighs, an almost possessive gesture, before he presses a palm up, cupping Eddie's pussy from behind.

He leans forward again, face down against the wooden panel and makes a sound of content at the gentle treatment.

Eddie feels Steve push a finger in, slow and experimental, almost like he's getting to know Eddie's body again. And maybe he is. They're compatible in so many new ways now, there's going to be a lot of things to learn for both of them.

Then the finger disappears, and despite his exhaustion Eddie still feels giddy with excitement. He's not sure he's gonna be able to get off again, but that doesn't matter. It barely even crosses his mind, he just loves to make Steve feel good.

He spreads his legs a little further apart in anticipation, and when he feels a hand on his ass again he exhales a relaxed sigh.

“Gonna put it in now,” Steve says from behind him, and Eddie just nods.

The hand on him grips on tight, spreading his cheeks apart as Steve leans forward. He feels the now familiar sensation of a blunt cockhead press against him, searching around for a moment before finding his entrance. 

Then Steve pushes in.

He’s gentle, like he wasn't inside Eddie just a minute ago, and when he bottoms out he lets out a ragged breath and digs his fingers into Eddie's hips, like he’s gotta collect himself. 

And even if Eddie's pretty sure he's done for now, hearing how Steve reacts to just pushing inside sends an almost violent shiver through him, traveling down his spine like hot, liquid sparks.

“Don’t worry about a thing, baby. Just do what feels good, yeah?” He says from where he’s pressed down onto the wood. Laying down has already started to get a bit uncomfortable. 

“O-okay. Yeah. Just tell me if you need anything, okay?” Steve says. He sounds a bit distracted, probably from nerves. 

Eddie really oughta try and fix that.

“Mmh, what I need is for you to fuck me,” he moans out, deliberately shifting his pitch to go a little higher. It works beautifully, going by the soft little curse coming from behind him.

“ ‘m gonna fuck you so good, baby,” Steve giggles, then he grabs Eddie’s hips and slams into him.

It actually punches a moan out of him from how sudden it is. He can tell Steve probably meant to start slow, but it doesn't last for more than a couple of seconds until the sound of skin slapping against skin starts getting louder. 

And Eddie feels everything. He feels the friction inside, the wet slide back and forth, in and out as Steve fuck's him. He feels the way his hips harshly collides with Eddie's ass, he feels Steve's fucking balls slapping against him whenever he drives inside particularly hard.

He even has to flatten his palms against the flat surface under himself to hold on, because Steve seems to have discovered the force he's capable of in this new position.

But even then, Eddie barely lasts a minute of lying down before he has to push himself up on his elbows, adjusting to try and get more comfortable. 

The new position makes it easier for him to arch his back, and he hears Steve let out a startled gasp from behind when he notices.

“Fuck, just look at you,” Steve moans in awe, and Eddie feels him dragging his fingers down the curve of Eddie's spine.

And by all means, Eddie thinks he shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as he does. He’s never considered himself as especially submissive, he still doesn’t. But there’s definitely an appeal here he hadn’t considered before, to just lay back and enjoy it as Steve loses himself into his body, encourage it even.

He turns his head as much as he can, watching as Steve ruts into him from behind. "How's it feel, baby? Talk to me. Tell me what it's like."

It makes Steve's movements stutter to a halt, and he pushes as deep into Eddie as he can and stays there, only grinding occasionally.

"It's so warm… so wet and tight," Steve grits out. He's got his eyes squeezed shut and he looks so focused when he speaks, like he's gonna lose it if he's not careful.

"That's good. It feels good for me too. Why don't you move again, baby? I told you that you don't have to last. Just take what you need." 

Eddie smiles when Steve meets his gaze. It looks like he can barely keep his eyes open, his eyelids threaten to flutter shut every time Eddie as much as twitches around his cock.

"Come on, just let me make you feel good. Let my body take care of you."

Eddie feels Steve's fingers dig into his skin, and the panicked gasp for breath behind him tells him that Steve's close. So Eddie doubles down on the invitation, pushing his hips back and grinds against Steve's crotch.

He doesn't even get a verbal response, Steve just moans from the stimulation and adjusts his grip. 

Then he fucks forward. 

He drags Eddie's hips against himself with every thrust, colliding their bodies with an increasing urgency. 

Eddie actually has to stand up fully again, straightening his back to keep balanced from how surprisingly brutal Steve is drilling into him.

And he must've noticed Eddie's change in position, because Steve immediately wraps his arms around his chest and pulls them together, almost like he wants to sink into Eddie's body in every way that he can. And as he’s being squeezed tightly, Steve’s desperate breaths land right against his ear and Christ, this might be Eddie’s new favorite thing.

It's a bit more difficult when standing up, but Eddie arches his back again and starts pushing back to meet his movements. 

He doesn't know if that's even the right thing to do, but Steve's beautifully responsive like always, and the way his heaving breaths starts to take tone tells Eddie all he needs to know.

"You gonna come inside me, Stevie?" He huffs out, still grinding his hips backwards. "You gonna give me what I want, baby?"

Steve cries out brokenly, and Eddie vaguely feels him nod against his shoulder before he's being pushed forward, bent over back down on the kitchen counter with Steve collapsing on top of him. He slams in deep just a few more times before he stays there, pressing Eddie down with nothing but the force of his hips grinding into him. 

And he feels it when Steve comes, feels the heat spreading inside and hears the cries he's trying to muffle into Eddie's neck.

But something is… different.

When Eddie expects Steve to start slowing down, maybe even collapse on top him, it's almost like his orgasm picks up again, sending him grinding forward, knocking Eddie's breath out of him with an oof.

It goes on like that for a while. Enough for Eddie to start feeling a little concerned. But then Steve shifts behind him, propping himself up on his hands again. His hips are still moving, picking up in urgency even, and when Steve finally speaks, he sounds wrecked.

“F-fuck Eddie, baby. It— ah, feels so good. I c-can't… I gotta…"

Eddie digs his fingers into the wooden counter. It’s almost embarrassing how hot he finds this.

“Ride it out baby, it’s okay,” Eddie reassures him. His legs are killing him, but at least he gets to catch his breath like this.

But Steve goes at it for a while, whatever's possessed him still shows no signs of easing up despite his exhaustion.

His hands are still on Eddie’s hips, and while he’s stopped moving, barely even grinding anymore, Eddie still feels the rhythmic clenching of his pelvic muscles. Kind of like he’s trying to work himself deeper, or like…

Eddie jerks in alarm, and since he can’t turn from how he's pinned down he does the next best thing — he squeezes down. It makes Steve groan behind him, but other than that there’s nothing. He doesn’t feel a knot inside him, despite his boyfriend kind of… acting like he just popped one.

“Are you okay, Stevie?” He asks, wiggling a bit under him to get his attention.

“Uhn … Yeah. It’s just— ah, strange. ‘S like I gotta stay inside,” Steve mumbles into his neck. He sounds almost disoriented, and it clearly takes a lot of effort just to get the words out. “And, like, I just c-came. But— ah , shit. But it’s like I need to do it again. Need to get it deeper.”

Oh. He’d said so earlier too, hadn't he? It kind of makes sense now, if Eddie's hunch is right.

“Kind of like knotting instinct?” Eddie asks breathlessly.

It makes Steve pause, the suggestion is funnily enough what brings him out of the orgasmic daze he found himself in. It's almost a bit comedic, how fast he snaps back to awareness. “Actually, probably yes?”

And that's exciting for real, even though Eddie can't show it too well from where he's pressed down.

“That’s good. That’s great , Steve!”

It was great. Knotting instinct was quintessential for a real alpha rut. Just like omega heats, ruts weren’t just about getting off. Or well, it was, but unless the alpha got to lock their knot down it would be a wildly unsatisfying experience.

The fact that Steve’s body was adapting to it on an instinctual level was great news for the studding progress. The bad news was, Steve didn’t have a knot to fulfill that need yet.

In fact, that was probably what the doctors warned them about when they said it might get a little rough.

Eddie clears his throat. He decides he’s not gonna say anything about that part, because he doesn’t want to worry Steve if it turns out to be no big deal. 

And he’d also really like to get out of the kitchen now, he thinks.

“Are you good to like… take a five minute break? I’d love to get to the bed if you’re about to spend the rest of the day inside me.”

Steve flusters, but he nods quickly and eases off of him. Eddie immediately misses the warmth, but it’s nice to be able to breathe properly again.

“I’ll, uh, grab some bowls and stuff. Bring it to the bedroom. Are you okay to carry the pot?”

Eddie considers his answer. His legs feels like fucking jelly, but he can’t say for sure until Steve actually gets out of him. 

He clamps down, just to make a point.

“Auch, fuck!” Steve hisses, then he giggles a little hysterically. “Sorry, sorry. Hang on.”

“Don’t really have a choice here,” Eddie says with a smug little grin, his head turned over his shoulder to watch his boyfriend’s expression. It’s another thing he really likes, he’s found. Steve always looks extremely focused when he handles his dick in any way, be it entering or taking it out of Eddie’s body.

He sees how Steve winces when he pulls out, and Eddie feels his eyes widen in surprise when he realizes just how hard he is still. But he doesn’t get more than a few seconds to process that, because he feels… wet. Right. 

Upon a quick glance around himself and no paper in sight, he just shrugs and thinks fuck it and pulls his briefs back up. Which immediately feels disgusting, but it doesn’t matter, not when they’re gonna come off in a minute or so anyway.

Then he takes a couple of wobbly steps, and he’s surprised actually, it’s even worse than he expected.

“Jesus christ Steve, what the hell did you do to me,” he laughs as he wobbles over to the stove. “I can carry it, yeah. But holy shit, dude.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve says with a shy little laugh, before he leans into Eddie and kisses his cheek. “But, uh, the kitchen sex was your idea, Ed.”

*

Eddie jumps into the bed the second after he’s dumped the pot on the bedside table and half-heartedly gotten himself cleaned up. 

His whole body feels like rubber in that funny way where it doesn’t hurt yet, but he can tell it’s going to in the morning. It was really fucking worth it, though.

“I’m still in fucking shock about that orgasm I had,” he says around a spoonful of stew, smiling brightly when Steve looks at him.

He’s sitting with a pillow on his lap, and Eddie doesn’t know if it’s because he’s self conscious about his permanent boner, or if it’s to protect it in case he spills warm food all over himself.

“Uuh y-yeah, me too. I thought you were going to jump out of my arms." 

“I think I would have, if you didn't have such a good grip,” Eddie tells him, because, yeah, he was pretty sure he would have collapsed on the floor if Steve hadn’t held him.

“Jesus. I can’t believe I haven’t done that to you before.”

Eddie shrugs. “To be fair, I didn’t know I could do that.”

Steve doesn't respond, he just leans to the side, putting his empty bowl away on the bedside table. 

Eddie doesn't notice it at first, but as the silence drags on he starts feeling like something is off. Which immediately is confirmed when Steve looks back at Eddie with that terrible poker face of his.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Eddie asks.

Immediately Steve's gaze darts up to meet his eyes, reminding him of a flighty animal.

"I don't know. It's… nothing."

Alarm bells go off. Eddie immediately sits up straighter on the bed. "That doesn't sound like nothing. Are you okay?"

Steve's gaze flicks up briefly, meeting Eddie's gaze for barely a second before he looks away again.

"I don't know. Can the answer be both yes and no?"

"It can, but if it's no we're gonna have to talk about this. Did we do something you didn’t like?"

And maybe that was exactly it, because Steve kind of just… crumbles. His whole posture just sinks, shoulders drooping and head falling forward.

"Yes and no," Steve repeats miserably, pressing the pillow harshly into his lap in frustration, and ah , yeah. It's gotta suck to be upset and still not be able to get rid of your boner. "It's nothing bad, it’s just confusing. I think I feel… guilty?"

"What would you even have to feel guilty about, baby?" Eddie asks, because now he's feeling pretty confused as well.

“Uh. It feels a bit stupid after what you just said, but I feel like I didn’t do a very good job.”

“Uh, yeah, you were amazing to me, but maybe it wasn’t good for you?”

Steve stills, looking at him with a contemplating expression.

“I liked it,” he reassures Eddie. “But… that last part. There was nothing wrong with it, everything's okay, but I got really nervous when… when I was in charge."

Ah.

“Yeah, that was a little different than usual, huh? What part of it made you nervous?”

“I don’t know. I… I think I got self-conscious about not being as good at topping as you, and that I wouldn’t be great at… doing it, you know. But I liked that you talked to me, it helped.”

Eddie smiles patiently, hopping closer on the bed and places a kiss right on his mouth.

“It's not a competition. But if you don't like doing it that way, we don't have to do that again. But if it's just more talking you need, I can work with that, I've been told I'm good at it.”

Steve giggles at him, leaning his shoulder into Eddie’s chest and he takes the bait, embracing him with one arm around his chest.

“You wanna lay down with me?”

Steve smiles, all sweet and bashful, but just as he's moving to lay down he stops and considers. Then flops around.

"You have to be the big spoon."

Eddie raises his eyebrows.

"Oh, any reason why?"

Steve shoots a hand back behind himself, blindly looking for anything Eddie to grab onto. Eddie laughs and moves up behind him, lays down and squeezes him from behind just as he asked for.

"I've got a six inch reason why," he mumbles quietly, but Eddie still hears it.

"It's six inches?! " He hisses, because he's a man with priorities.

Steve giggles quietly, squirms a bit and Eddie doesn't miss how he pushes his butt into him.

"A little over six, yeah."

"And you've measured it."

"Oh my god Eddie, of course I have," Steve laughs, burying his face into his hands out of embarrassment.

Eddie cackles too, feeling a little giddy for Steve's sake. His own too, for that matter. 

He wraps his arms tightly around Steve's chest, pulling his body against himself.

"I'm happy for you," he tells him.

Steve doesn't respond, but he can visualize his adorable, scrunched up expression.

The silence drags out for a moment, but it's not uncomfortable. Never uncomfortable when it's the two of them. 

Eddie's got his hands on Steve's stomach, caressing his skin in slow and gentle circles. "Do you wanna talk about it?" 

Steve hums quietly, not like he's rejecting the question, just considering it.

"I feel a little better now, just so you know."

"That's good," Eddie says, placing a single kiss on the back of his neck. "Is there anything I could've done better? Or just differently?"

Steve puts his hands above Eddie's own ones, caressing them and guiding them over himself where he'd like to be touched, up to his chest. Eddie happily complies, squeezing his pectorals gently as he buries his nose into Steve's neck.

“You already did a good job back there, Eddie. I think this is on me, I got too caught up on trying to impress you.”

“Babe, impress me? After that orgasm? You could’ve slapped my pussy afterwards and I would’ve thanked you.”

“Jesus Christ."

“It’s true!”

Steve laughs at him, feigning prudeness just like he's known to do, until they eventually settle down and just enjoy each other's proximity for a moment. He can tell Steve's thinking hard about something by the way his breath goes a little uneven sometimes, like he's just about to speak but then changes his mind at the last second and keeps pondering.

Until finally, Steve heaves out a deep sigh.

"I don't know what's going on. I think maybe it's some hormone bullshit, or maybe just my brain, but I keep feeling like I should be the one taking care of you now. Which kind of… backfires with me being the way I am."

"A giant pillow princess?" Eddie asks, unable to resist.

Steve snorts softly. "Something like that, yeah."

Eddie hums quietly, thinks over what Steve just told him for a moment. It certainly could be something like hormone imbalance, especially with how it seemed like the rut was getting started more seriously with more alpha traits showing through. But that didn't mean they should just dismiss Steve's very real feelings and concerns.

"You said you felt guilty, is that part of the reason why?"

"Oh. Actually yeah, probably. Not living up to the role, you know," Steve says, the sneer is clear in his voice. "Which is stupid, because I don't want that in the first place."

"Well, it's good that you know that. That you're not, like, losing track of what's important to you."

"I don't think I am. It was just… strange to get into that mindset. Of, uh, fucking you. I'm not good at being bossy."

Eddie pauses in thought. He strokes his hand over Steve's chest one last time before he gently squeezes down.

And listen. 

Eddie wouldn't say what he's about to say next without good reason. He knows what his boy is like, he knows the bone deep exhaustion Steve struggles with on an almost daily basis, and how much he craves for someone else to take control. To help him get out of his head, instead of leaving him trapped inside it.

So Eddie isn't just being cruel when he says — "Is that what you think is going on here, baby? That you're fucking me? Topping me?"

The reaction is immediate, Steve tenses up in a way that Eddie just instinctively knows isn't bad, it's all tense expectation, if anything.

"I-I mean, yeah?" Steve answers, hesitating when he clearly knows the question is a trap.

"I see. I think that's the problem, then." Eddie moves his hand down ever so slightly lower, following the warm skin of Steve's chest until it's resting on his ribs instead. "You think you're supposed to be the one in charge just because your dick's inside me, huh?"

He's bordering on being a little demeaning here, but he's pretty damn convinced that he's read this right.

Steve sort of grunts, and Eddie feels how his hips twitches forward, immediately confirming his suspicion.

"U-uh, yeah. Is that not the case?"

"Not at all. You've got it all wrong," Eddie says, voice a teasing sing-song. "I'm in charge here, baby. I'm just letting you fuck me. You should be thanking me, really."

"Oh fuck," Steve gasps, shamelessly driving his hips forward again. "Thank you?"

"You're welcome." Eddie grins into his neck. "So you shouldn't feel bad. You did everything I told you back then, did just as I asked, like a good boy. "

"Fuck, Eddie."

He chuckles darkly against Steve's skin. Runs his hands further down until it's on his stomach. But before going any further, he stops to check in. "This okay, baby? All of it."

Steve nods enthusiastically. He laughs a little and it crackles, like his mouth is dry.

"It's okay. I want to hear more, please."

"Oh, you want to hear more ? About what?"

Eddie moves his hand in a circle, flattening his palm over Steve's lower abdomen.

Steve sucks in a sharp breath.

"You said you're… letting me?" He asks, and he sounds so fucking small. Just like Eddie knows he likes to feel.

"That's right. I'm letting you. I'm letting you use me to feel good, do you want to know why?"

"God, please , yes."

Eddie pushes his hand further down, deliberately avoiding Steve's pulsing cock, going straight past it, pushing in between his legs to rub his swollen balls.

"Because I love watching you lose your mind."

He kisses Steve's neck to distract, and presses his fingers further in, finding his neglected cunt and rubs the soft outer lips.

"Oh fuck— oh fuck!"

"I love watching you beg me to let you put it in, and I love that my pussy feels so good you can't fucking help yourself, baby."

Eddie keeps moving his fingers, massaging at the outside of Steve's entrance that's not as wet as it usually is, but still very clearly aroused. 

He pauses to let the anticipation build, pressing only with one finger now, harder and harder until it starts to slide inside, and Steve keens. He throws his head back, knocking into Eddie's face which was inevitable at this point, but that's okay.

"Please Eddie, please. Oh god, please."

"What do you need, Stevie?"

"More."

The instructions are a bit vague, but he can work with more.

Eddie shuffles a bit further down on the bed, his face is pressed against Steve's back now, but this way he can reach better, push his finger in deeper.

So he does, but just the one, because he's not sure how Steve's body is gonna handle it.

"Does it feel okay? You need lube?" Eddie asks softly.

"Y-yeah, a little."

Eddie smiles to himself. A wicked grin.

"Mine, or the bottle?"

Steve's reaction is just pure despair.

"Oh fuck, yours. Please yours."

Laughing, Eddie reaches down and roughly gets his hand between his own legs, sticks some fingers in and gathers the excess of what's been dripping out of him for the better part of the whole day.

He brings it back to Steve's entrance, pressing two fingers in and this time there's no resistance. 

Steve throws his head back again. He fucks his hips against Eddie's hand, his body sucking his fingers in deeper.

"Fuck, baby," Eddie murmurs into his back, feeling a little loopy himself from everything. "So pretty. So perfect for me."

"All for you," Steve whimpers.

Eddie's fucking panting despite the fact that he's not the one being fucked, he's not being touched at all but this just fucking does it for him. Steve's pressed right into him and he can feel his every reaction, and it feels so good, drives him so crazy it feels like he could cry, like he could come from just this.

He shoves his other hand in between Steve and the mattress, it's tight and uncomfortable but he needs to touch his dick. Eddie wraps a hand around the tip, jerks him off fast and efficiently and the sound Steve makes is downright sinful, loud and desperate.

"Fuck. I'm gonna come, Eddie, I'm so close," Steve whimpers, his hips stuttering like he's already fucking coming.

"Do it. Wanna see it, baby, come for me."

And he wishes he could see it, so fucking badly, but he's trapped staring into the freckled skin of Steve's back right now. But that's okay, everything about this is so fucking okay.

"Fuck, I love you. Love you so much," Steve whimpers, and then he's coming.

It's like he doesn't know where to go. If he should fuck forward into Eddie's hand, or back onto his fingers. But Eddie's got him, he's giving Steve just what he needs, and he's shaking with it, sweating from the effort and how hard the pleasure hits.

When he slows down, Eddie slides the hand around his dick down, squeezing around its base. 

There's no knot to stimulate yet, but the intent is clear. 

Steve heaves in a loud gasp.

"Can't wait for you to knot me," Eddie says, a dark, husky murmur against Steve's shoulder blade.

And Steve comes again.

Quietly, or maybe in a silent scream. He buries his head into the pillow and works his hips desperately through it, and Eddie can't do anything but just hold on, rhythmically squeezing the base of his dick.

But there's no knot. Not yet. 

"Holy fuck," Steve breathes, sounding utterly exhausted.

"Fuck, yeah." Eddie's panting too, feeling just as spent. 

He slowly unwraps his hand from Steve's dick, earning a soft hiss from how sensitive he must be.

Eddie pushes himself up on the mattress again so they're more level, and just maybe so he can peek over Steve's shoulder and get a look at the mess they've made, and he wets his lips when he sees the absolutely ruined mattress.

Feels his cunt clench around nothing.

God, he really needs to get off again.

"We should save the sheets," he says instead, and Steve groans immediately.

"I don't wanna move though."

"You can stay, just roll over."

"You don't wanna..?" Steve asks, pushing his hips back so his butt grinds into Eddie's front.

He laughs at the gesture and puts a hand on Steve's hip, digging his fingers in.

"What, fuck you?"

Steve hums in thought, like he's considering his options. He seems way more relaxed now, all the tension and the discomfort from earlier is gone without a trace.

"Fuck my mouth, maybe?" 

Eddie laughs in disbelief, squeezing Steve's hip tighter. "I mean, if you'll have me. But hey, was that okay? Sorry for like… hijacking the conversation with sex."

Steve laughs, loud and fond.

"It was okay, oh my God. I needed it so fucking badly, my dick was like, drooling."

"Jesus Christ. I can't believe you're the same person who chastised me about pussy slapping earlier."

"Mmm… well, pre-orgasm Steve and post-orgasm Steve are two very different people."

Eddie laughs. "You don't say?"

"Yep. But yeah, it was okay. It was great , and I think I really needed to hear that. Thinking about it like that… it makes it less intimidating, I think."

"Good! That's good, that was the idea. That, and… well, its fucking hot. Love having my very own needy little alpha."

Steve pulls away slowly, giggling as he props himself up by his shoulders and turns around. 

Eddie's heart does a little flip when he sees his face again. He can't have been turned away for longer than fifteen minutes, but even that was too long, and seeing Steve's face again is like falling in love all over again.

"Yeah?" Steve asks shyly, looking at Eddie with those big, beautiful, brown eyes of his.

"Oh my god, yeah. Come here." Eddie grabs his waist, pulls him in until their bodies are tightly pressed together and kisses him, really kisses him, and Steve moans into it, soft but needy, and he puts his hands on Eddie's chest, touching and exploring and owning him. 

The kiss is wet and dirty, teeth and tongues clacking and bumping together as both of them are trying to devour the other. It's not long until he feels Steve's hand pull at his hips, needy and urgent.

"What?" Eddie breathes.

"Need you to sit on my face, Ed, need you so badly," Steve whines, high pitched and urgent.

And fuck, he needs it too. But…

"Yeah, Stevie? And what do good boys say?"

Steve blinks, his eyes large and wet.

"Please?"

Eddie gets up on his knees, presses Steve down flat on his back and then throws a leg over his chest, climbing on top of him in a straddle. "Good boy," he purrs. 

"I can feel you," Steve whispers in awe, like it's a secret. His hands find Eddie's hips again and gently moves him back and forth, essentially grinding Eddie's pussy over his chest. "So wet."

"Uh huh. And where did you say you wanted it?"

Steve looks up at him, tearing his eyes from Eddie's crotch. 

"My mouth, please?"

And Jesus Christ, he feels a gush of slick rush out of himself from that. He really fucking loves it when Steve begs.

"I can do that for you. You know the drill, baby, tap twice for air."

Steve nods enthusiastically and greedily pulls at his hips again, making Eddie laugh in a way that's maybe a little mean still, but he complies, slides forward and just knows he's leaving a trail from how wet he is. 

Eddie stands up on his knees, positions himself where Steve wants him and slowly lowers himself down, Steve's hands on him guiding him down to hover right on top of his face.

He sighs when he feels the first prod from Steve's tongue, sliding through his folds to collect the slick practicality dripping out of him.

Eddie groans quietly. Impatiently. He knows Steve and loves going down on him, so Eddie usually just lets him take his time down there, but now… he really fucking needs to come, like, yesterday.

And Steve's taking a suspicious amount of time getting started.

"Steve, baby," Eddie groans. He feels his hips twitch, aching to finally sink all the way down.

"Fuck. You smell so good, Eddie."

It catches him of guard, and it's a real fucking shame that he can't see Steve's face right then. Is he just… scenting him?

"Yeah? Smell good to you down there, alpha?"

And the groan Steve lets out… it's probably as close to guttural as Eddie's ever heard him.

"So good. Need you."

Then he pulls Eddie down. Hard. He lands on Steve's face so roughly he worries about his nose for a second, but it feels like Steve angled his face just right for it to be safe.

And holy shit, he just dives right fucking in.

Eddie feels the first broad strokes of Steve's tongue, harsh and prodding to open him up, to greedily lick his juices up right from the source and it makes him groan, makes him grind his hips down onto it.

He holds onto the bed frame, spreading his legs as wide as they'll go to give Steve better access, and he greedily goes right for it, grabbing Eddie's hips and pushing him down harder onto his face, licking and sucking and mouthing and Jesus Christ Steve wasn't kidding before, when he looks over his shoulder Eddie can see Steve's dick is fucking drooling from how turned on he is.

It sends a jolt of arousal through his body, and he starts to move his hips, a slow, gentle grind with the promise of more.  

"Don't forget to breathe, baby," Eddie gasps, a gentle reminder that he knows Steve sometimes needs. He lifts up with Steve's help, and he hears him heaving for breath underneath him.

"Fuck my mouth, Eddie, please."

"Holy shit, gladly."

He sits down again, gently guiding his hips into place before he starts up the grinding again. Steve's hands are guiding him along, pulling and pushing back and forth, and it's not long until Eddie feels his tongue sharply dipping into his entrance.

Gasping, Eddie picks up the pace, fucking himself down on Steve's tongue, grinding his small omega dick against his nose.

He doesn't last long after that, especially not when Steve starts making sounds under him, a low and needy rumble that vibrates against his cunt, and Eddie's whole spine goes taut when he realizes Steve's purring, growling almost from how intense it is.

"Oh fuck, I'm close," Eddie warns, and Steve answers with a hungry snarl.

"Jesus Christ, Steve," he gasps in disbelief, head tipping backwards as that's what sends him tipping over the edge.

Steve grinds him down onto his face, moves Eddie's body almost all on his own through his whole orgasm, and all he can do is hold the fuck on until he just can't go anymore.

He lifts himself, maybe a little too abruptly, but Steve catches on and helps him, guides him off to the side so Eddie can collapse on the mattress, Steve following immediately after. He falls over Eddie, hungrily lapping at the skin of his jaw, moving further down to his neck, over his scent gland again.

"Good?" Steve asks hungrily.

"Jesus Christ, yeah. Oh my God, Steve." Eddie laughs, verging on a little hysterical. "You eat pussy like a man possessed, did ya know that?"

Steve laughs, shaking his head a little bit. "You smell so good, couldn't help it." He shifts a little, and Eddie can feel his hard-on dragging over his leg.

It's so fucking hot, but God, Eddie's so fucking tired. 

"You need to go again, baby?" He asks, just barely able to speak without slurring his words.

"Uh… y-yeah. Is that okay?"

Eddie raises his eyebrows.

"Is what okay?"

Steve pauses. Stares at him for a second.

"U-uhm… if I could…. Use you to feel good, please?"

Eddie turns his face fully towards him, running his tongue over his lip and staring in pure disbelief. "You want that, baby?" He asks, and hopes the double meaning is clear. It's not just about the sex, it's about establishing their new dynamic.

Steve nods hesitantly.

"I really want that. If you'll let me."

Eddie pretends to consider.

"Hmm… I think if you touch my pussy right now I'll probably donkey kick you outta bed."

Steve giggles. He slowly keeps grinding his hips forward, dragging the tip of his cock back and forth over Eddie's leg, smearing precum all over him.

It gives him an idea.

"Mmm… how about you fuck my thighs instead, baby?"

Steve moans softly, nodding quickly before he catches himself, realizing Eddie wants his words. "Can I please fuck your thighs, Eddie?" He asks, like the sweet, perfect boy he is.

Eddie smiles and leans forward, pressing a quick kiss right on his lips.

"Of course, baby. How do you want me?"

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When Eddie wakes up, it's to the sensation of something wet and warm trailing down his chest.

He's fucking exhausted. Feels a bit like garbage, but Steve's rut knows no bounds, especially not now, when it seems to be coming in with full force.

Eddie opens his eyes, his vision is clouded and bleary from how fucking sleepy he still is, and he hears Steve rumble in satisfaction, perhaps in greeting. 

It looks like he's been trailing kisses down Eddie's chest, and he's about halfway down now, if he was heading towards where Eddie suspects.

"Hey baby… whatchu doing down there?" Eddie groans out. He's so sleepy.

Steve smiles, huffs out a soft little laugh before he drops his head against Eddie's stomach.

"I'm losing my mind, thanks for asking."

"That bad?

"Yeah . Your scent… you smell so good." He laughs a little bit after he says it, like he's a little embarrassed by the admission, but Eddie coos reassuringly at him. He reaches a hand down to stroke Steve's cheek.

"I think you're almost there, baby. Do I smell different for you?"

Steve laughs softly. He shakes his head, or maybe he's just nuzzling into Eddie's stomach. Hard to say.

"Not different, just better? It's hard to put into words."

Eddie nods thoughtfully. It isn't unheard of for people going through the sort of transition Steve is to experience scents differently. Both their own unique physical scent changing, as well as the way they pick up others. 

Especially between an alpha and omega, no matter how reluctant Eddie was to first believe that. 

"You smell different too. But you have ever since the rut got going. Now it's…" He pauses and leans forward, his abdominal muscles straining with the effort, but it's worth it from how Steve rumbles in delight, like he tries to chirp, but those muscles in his throat have changed now. 

And he smells… just like Steve — just different. Like he said it himself, it was incredibly hard to describe just what about it is new, other than the intensity of it, how heavy it is now, but that might just as well be the rut hormones.

"You smell nice." Eddie settles for saying, laying back down and stroking Steve's hair back behind his ears. It's gotten long enough now that he can wear it like that now. Eddie loves it, it fits him so well. "Really appealing, honestly. Makes me wanna spread my legs for you, alpha."

He's absolutely making a bit of fun, but he's not exactly lying either.

Besides, it kinda looked like that's where Steve was headed anyway.

"Shut up," Steve says through a little grin, before suddenly turning shy. "Besides… you know that I want to ask for it."

Eddie smiles fondly, heart overflowing with emotion for his boy. 

"I can't believe you, sometimes. It's like you walked out of a dream just for me, you know that right?"

Steve beams at him and nuzzles his face affectionately into Eddie's stomach. He feels Steve sniff his skin, probably thinking he's being all discreet about it. It's adorable.

"Well?" Eddie prompts expectantly. "I thought there was something you wanted to ask me?"

Steve's eyelids flutter, and he smiles dreamily  into the start of Eddie's happy trail.

"Can I please eat you out, Eddie?"

"Of course you can. You wanna take your time with it? Get me nice and wet and really enjoy your time down there?"

"Yeah… please? Can I do that?"

Eddie smiles at him and strokes his cheek gently, lets his thumb catch on the corner of Steve's mouth and he opens it obediently, so Eddie drags the tip of his finger over his teeth, pulling a soft little moan out of his boyfriend.

"Such a good boy for asking." Eddie muses softly, then lies back, rests against the wall and slowly spreads his legs open.

He pats his thigh twice, urging Steve to move on further down, which he immediately hurries to oblige.

"Thank you," Steve says, the softest, sweetest little voice as he climbs on down and lies down on his stomach, taking his place between Eddie's legs. 

Steve trails kisses over his thighs, gentle and slow but there's a need under his demeanor that's out of the ordinary, but not unwelcome. Then he noses into Eddie's bush, gentle but needy and oh so good.

"If you do a good job I'll let you fuck me afterwards, does that sound okay baby?"

Steve nods enthusiastically and looks up at Eddie through his eyelashes. He looks absolutely delectable like this, all sweet and pliant even when Eddie's the one on his back, handing over the metaphorical reins into Steve's hands.

"Good. You can start now."

And Steve, perfect as always, does.

*

Steve's inside him.

He has been for a while now.

As soon as they had sex again the same thing as yesterday happened, there was that urge to drive in and stay there — and since they were comfortable in bed this time Eddie let him. He had been curious how long it'd go on for, and he could safely say by the half hour mark that he was glad they were lying down this time around.

He even had to check for a knot again at one point, reaching down with his hand just to feel, but there was still nothing. 

But that didn't stop Steve from doing a fucking fantastic job simulating the act of it, of knotting. He had actually spilled inside Eddie twice in brief succession, shocking himself so much he pulled out just to check, too.

And sure, Eddie could tell that he was a little disappointed, but they could still laugh about it. How impatient both of them were — impatient and excited, because it felt like it was getting close, like it could happen any second now, especially with the rut kicking up in intensity.

But poor Steve is starting to look exhausted, like he would be dead asleep if it wasn't for the fever in his body that demanded he kept rutting his hips forward. Eddie could feel how tense he was, how his muscles were strung tight with effort. 

And the worst part by far was that there just wasn't a finish line. Even after Steve came the first time, second time, even third time, there still was no relief.

By the two hour mark, Eddie thinks he feels Steve come inside him again, but it's hard to tell. He just squeezes Eddie a bit tighter, rolls his ever hard cock into him with a couple of strained jerks of his hips.

Eddie coos in sympathy, he can't help himself anymore. It was hot for the first couple of times, but now he just feels bad.

"Are you okay, baby? Does it hurt?"

Steve answers him with a sob, a broken sound he very clearly tried to keep in, but now came bursting out of him.

"Y-yeah. It h-hurts and I can't, I can't do it, Eddie. Can't make it stop hurting."

Oh. Eddie wasn't actually prepared for the very genuine distress in Steve's voice.

"Hey, it's okay. I think you need to pull out, babe, okay?"

That snaps Steve out of his daze and he looks at Eddie with concern.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm worried about you. Come on, let me look you over, alright?"

"Okay, I'm sorry."

Steve gently leans away, puts a hand around himself as he eases out of Eddie, the head of his cock slipping out with a wet little pop.

"What do you have to be sorry for? Not a thing, come here." Eddie doesn't even try to hide the concern he feels as he sits up properly, leaning forward and getting his hands on Steve's cheeks, gently stroking his thumbs over his skin. "You need to rest. It doesn't matter what your body thinks, you're burning up, baby."

Steve makes a very clear grimace of protest, but Eddie tuts in disapproval before he has time to say anything.

"And I think that maybe… maybe part of what's hurting so badly is that you're sore. A pause will be good, okay?"

He watches a disappointed but understanding expression settle on Steve's face right before he leans in and gives Eddie the briefest kiss on the corner of his mouth. "You're right. I love you."

Eddie's heart clenches painfully.

"I love you too. Now please check yourself for friction burns, okay?"

That gets a little laugh outta Steve, who nods and shoves weakly at Eddie's arm. 

"Only if you go away, it's embarrassing," Steve says, like Eddie hasn't been up close and personal with his dick for three days straight, like he's not the cause of any potential friction burns, in a way.

"Sure. I'll go and get something for you to eat and drink, okay?" 

“Thank you,” Steve says softly as he watches Eddie leave the room.

*

He’s collected a variation of items on one of Steve’s larger breakfast trays again, it’s the so-called picnic strategy, something that’s been serving them very well through this whole ordeal, and even heats in the past.

By the time Eddie arrives back to the bedroom, Steve is lying down, the comforter pulled over his body in an almost feverish clutch. He looks like a pile of blankets.

“How are you doing?” Eddie asks.

“I’ve been better,” Steve grumbles from beneath his pile.

“Not good?”

“No. It’s… it’s okay downstairs, but it still hurts.”

“Of course it does.”

Eddie’s put the tray down on the bedside table at this point, and he settles down next to Steve on the bed. He gently pulls the bed-cover down so he can see Steve’s face, and sympathetically strokes his fingers over his red and sweaty cheeks. 

“Why didn’t you convince me doing this was a terrible idea,” Steve says miserably.

Eddie tuts at him. Swats his nose. “You don’t really feel that way. It’s just gonna be hard for a little bit more, then it’s gonna be so worth it when you feel back to normal.”

“I know,” Steve says with a groan, like he’s upset that Eddie’s right. “It’s just… the worst thing I’ve ever been through, holy shit. A regular heat has nothing on this.”

“I believe you. But you’re a fucking trooper, I hope that you know that,” Eddie says gently. He keeps stroking Steve’s warm cheeks, smiling affectionately when his boyfriend nuzzles into the touch. “You’re really meant to be an alpha, you know? Even when you’ve been going through all this, all you do is care about me. Do you know how special that is, Steve? How special you are?”

Steve has the most miserable expression on his face, because it’s clear he really is struggling right now, but he still closes his eyes and pushes his face into Eddie’s palm as much as he can.

“I love you so much,” Steve says miserably, his voice breaking half through the sentence. He really looks feverish now with how wet and bleary his eyes look, and how his jaw trembles as shivers wreak through his body.

“I love you too. You’re gonna be okay baby. Why don’t you try and get some food down, and maybe we can get you in a bath again afterwards?”

Steve nods in agreement, approving of the suggestion immediately, but he seems perfectly content with just resting his head in Eddie’s hand right now.

Eddie sighs softly, an affectionate smile on his face. “Baby. Are you gonna make me feed you?”

Steve grumbles in protest. “No.”

“Then come sit up! You can keep the blanket on you and everything.” He rubs his fingers intentionally harder into Steve’s cheek. “You can even cuddle me. You just have to eat something.”

That seems to do the trick, and they manage to finish the whole tray of food together.

*

Getting Steve in the bath was easier said than done with the way he was shivering.

It was hard for either of them to actually tell what caused it, because he wasn’t feverish. Not actually. But experiencing fever-like symptoms for your heat or rut wasn’t unheard of, it was just a bit rare.

Eddie had filled it with water, a bit warmer than usual just to help Steve out in getting comfortable, and when he settled into it he did so with an exhausted yet satisfied grunt. 

“How’s that? Better?”

Steve looks up. He’s got his arms wrapped around his upper body, gently rubbing over his skin to warm up despite the hot degrees in the tub. 

“A little… but it’s like… the worst of it is on the inside.” He laughs a little bit, a little grimace on his face. “I don’t know how to explain it any better.”

"You don't have to, I get it. If you don't wanna stay in the bath, you don't have to. All I ask is you try to scrub yourself up a little, okay?"

Steve glares at him a little, feigning being offended. "Mean," he says quietly, but shoots Eddie a little smile either way.

Eddie helps him the best he can, because even though Steve looks more awake now, seems a bit more alert ever since he got food into his system, his body is still trembling. He's weak with the exhaustion of going days without proper sleep and nourishment, combined with the physical exertion of everything they've been doing. 

It's a cruel process — they both knew that going into it, but hopefully it'll be over soon. 

Eddie hopes it will, because it's hard to see Steve like this. He can tell that even now, when Steve's clearly expressing discomfort, he's still holding most of it back, because of course he is, he doesn't want Eddie to worry. Ridiculous.

Steve manages the bath for about ten minutes before the shivers start to get bad. Eddie fusses over him of course, but Steve half-deliriously bats his hand away.

" 'S fine," he says, sounding utterly exhausted. "I feel okay."

Eddie frowns. "Like hell you do. We need to get you back in the bed while you can still walk, Steve. Do you think you can do that?"

"Yeah, it's fine. I feel fine. It's just physical."

He doesn't sound fine when he talks. He's slurring his speech and sounds seconds away from sleep, but Eddie isn't about to argue with him, there's no point.

They manage to get Steve back into bed — barely. His shivers are only getting worse, just like Eddie predicted it would. Despite burning up on the exterior, Steve is practically shaking. Eddie even went and got him an extra blanket to help him stay warm.

He's probably fretting too much, something that becomes obvious when Steve's hand reaches out from underneath the pile and snags Eddie's wrist.

"Come here, please?"

"You mean under the blankets?"

Steve nods. He looks sleepy. "I think I'm gonna need to go again, soon. But I'd just like to cuddle as long as we can. Please?"

Eddie's neutral, focused expression turns into a sympathetic smile. "Of course, baby. Anything you need."

So Eddie settles in with him underneath the many layers of fabric. It's a fucking sauna under there, but he slots himself into Steve's arms either way, disregarding his own comfort completely, because his boyfriend's needs comes first.

*

They haven't had sex since this morning — not after Steve's exhaustion took a turn for the worst. The break was probably good for both of them, but there was still a gnawing thought in the back of Eddie's head that refused to let up.

The studding process wouldn't be finished until Steve was able to pop a knot, and they needed to keep it up until that happened, but they were both exhausted, so fucking worn out and tired after three days of this, and he thinks that once this is over with, he’s probably gonna stay in bed for a week.

It makes him laugh a little. Just the sheer hilarity of it all.

“What?” Steve prompts curiously. Eddie’s got his arms around him, and Steve’s face is nuzzles into his shoulder and neck.

“Nothing. Just had a thought that maybe we went about this the wrong way.”

“Oh? How do you mean?”

“I guess… we kinda made it a sprint, when we should have gone for the marathon approach.”

Steve’s quiet, then he shuffles a bit. Drags himself up to be face to face with Eddie. He’s smiling like a lunatic.

“Are you making sports metaphors to seduce me?”

Eddie laughs quietly. “No, calm down, I’m just saying we could’ve been a little smarter about it, is all. Maybe we wouldn’t feel so fucking tired now, if we had.”

Steve relents, his excited smile settling down into something more neutral, but still fond. 

"I feel a bit better. I think I needed the food and rest and all that. Thank you." Steve leans in, his nose pressing against the length of Eddie's neck, hovering right above where his scent is at its strongest, and he kisses him right there. It pulls a soft sound out of him, and he angles his head up, allowing Steve more room in a display of complete trust.

"How are you doing?" He asks, pulling back to carefully look Eddie over. He really is sweet, his alpha.

"I'm okay — just tired. It's been a long couple of days, huh?"

Steve nods, a bashful little smile settling back on his face.

"It has. But you've been so good, baby. If you want me to… I can try to lead now? If… if you'll let me. So you can relax."

He's being so incredibly sweet with what he's asking, and Eddie smiles affectionately. He runs his fingers through Steve's hair in thought. "You sure? You feel okay doing that?"

Steve nods. "I do. It feels okay if we just talk about it beforehand, I think."

"Instead of surprising you?" Eddie clarifies.

Steve laughs again, embarrassment tinging his voice. "Yeah… it feels a little silly, but I'd like that."

"Nothing silly about it. I promise. And if you feel up for it, that's what I want to. Maybe we could…" He trails off. It's his turn now to feel embarrassed, and Steve's like a bloodhound, smelling it out on him, and he immediately perks up.

"What? We could do what?"

Eddie grimaces, looking away like the wall is suddenly very interesting to stare at.

"We could… make love. Just take it slow when we’re both so tired?”

Steve’s smile only grows, sweet and affectionate. 

“Eddie… that’s probably the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“No it’s not.”

“It’s not.” Steve agrees. “But yeah… I want that. Now, baby?”

“Yeah. If you want..?”

“I do."

"Okay. Are you still freezing, or is it okay if we take the blankets off?"

"It's okay. I know you're gonna keep me warm."

Eddie laughs. He falls over to lie on his back inside, but still watches Steve with an amused gaze. "That's so cheesy, baby, holy shit."

Steve keeps smiling as he sits up. He takes the blankets off of them both and tucks them to the side, bunching them up to a nice little half-nest behind them, right by the wall.

“Can’t help it,” Steve says, still grinning. “My grumpy boyfriend just asked me to make love to him. I think I deserve to be a bit cheesy about that.”

Eddie just groans in resignation. He wraps his legs around Steve’s waist, hoping to put other kinds of thoughts into his head to distract him. 

“Are you just gonna keep embarrassing me, or are you actually gonna do anything?”

Instinctively, Steve's hands find his thighs once Eddie's legs have fully encompassed him, and he gently drags his fingers up the length of them until they land and stop by Eddie's hips, thumbs right on the lines of his boxers.

"Tell me what you want?" Steve asks.

Eddie considers the question. Meanwhile he strokes a hand down Steve’s arm, landing around his wrist where he caresses the skin. “Why don’t you do what feels right? Do you want to touch me?”

Steve’s gaze darkens ever so slightly. His eyelids flutter briefly, and he moves to sit closer. Finds a place for himself right between Eddie’s legs.

“I want to touch you,” he says softly.

“Then please touch me,” Eddie says without skipping a beat.

Steve’s gaze turn out to briefly meet his own, before he gently starts easing down Eddie’s boxers for him. Eddie helps, folding and extending his legs when Steve needs him to.

It’s somehow more intimate to do this in silence, especially when they lock eyes. It’s intense, for lack of a better word, to shed their usual dynamic and just be.

“Could you prep me?” Eddie asks gently. He doesn’t feel like he needs it, but he enjoys it, and he knows Steve above all does. He’s a caregiver at his core, and getting to look after Eddie and be told he’s doing a good job is what really matters to him.

“Of course.” Steve agrees, throwing Eddie’s underwear down on the floor next to the bed. Then he gently spreads Eddie’s thighs apart, smiling affectionately when he sees that most intimate part of him.

“I, uh, I know we don’t usually… do it this way but I’d really like to do that… What you suggested. Is that okay?”

Eddie laughs a little despite himself. He can’t help it.

“Make love?”

“Yeah. Is that okay with you? I know you don’t… usually do that. How it’s all stereotypical and shit, and it’s stupid but it’s something I’ve just always wanted to try, to know what it feels like to be with another omega like that, and I’m—”

“Steve.”

“Y-yeah?”

“It’s okay. I'm not uncomfortable with anything as long as it's with you."

Steve pauses, shifts his focus back fully to reading Eddie’s expression. Steve’s thumbs are rubbing a gentle circle on his legs.

“Are you sure?”

“I suggested it, baby.” Eddie reminds him, gently squeezing his legs around Steve, encouraging him to come closer.

“O-okay. Sorry, I just know it’s not usually your preference… and after yesterday I just feel a bit silly for wanting to… I don’t know.”

“Hey… listen to me,” Eddie says softly. “Maybe you feel okay about topping if you just  get to do it your own way? You shouldn’t compare yourself to me, or even worse, try to be me. You know how intense I am, and maybe that’s just not you. Maybe the dynamic you need to get into the right headspace is very different.”

"O-oh… maybe? I guess I won’t know unless we try.”

“Then lets try,” Eddie encourages with a mischievous little smile. He squeezes around Steve’s waist with his thighs again, which gets him a delighted little squeal from his boyfriend.

“Okay, okay, christ. Calm down.”

“I am calm!” Eddie protests with a laugh, gesturing animatedly with his arms.

“No, you’re not, come here.”

Steve falls over him, pressing his chest right against Eddie’s, shutting him up and meeting his lips in a kiss.

Steve’s still warm, but it’s not as bad as it was before, just barely an hour ago. It’s a relief, and the perfect window to squeeze a quick fuck— a quick lovemaking in before his fever sets in again.

Still completely locked in the kiss, Eddie gently guide one of Steve’s hands down between his legs, pressing his fingers right towards his wet slit. Steve makes this punched out noise into his mouth, and it’s like that fuels him, turns him up and turns him on, because he kisses Eddie like a wild animal. He’s got no other choice than to hold on.

Once he’s let Steve’s wrists go, Eddie reaches his arms around Steve’s neck and holds on. It’s very different. A position he’d never imagine himself in just half a year ago, but it feels right because it’s Steve. He wasn’t lying about that part.

And Steve, sweet, beautiful Steve massages his pussy with such adoration, while doing his absolute best to kiss Eddie senseless. 

He feels how he shifts himself above him, flexing his hips ever so slightly to rub the hard length of him into Eddie’s thigh, so close to the core of him.

He can safely say he’s never been fucked this many times in his life, but he wears it as a goddamn badge of honor, pride even, because it’s Steve who did it to him, so caring and so loving always.

He feels the head of Steve’s cock slide over the inside of his thigh, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum behind it. He’s so fucking big now, a good seven inches at least. It kind of snuck up on them, especially since Steve was buried inside him for the better part of yesterday… then the night and this morning. 

And there’s a mutual, silent understanding there. It’s just the knot that’s missing, now.

Steve's fingers are circling his entrance, and Eddie nods his head in silent encouragement. Steve, who's always so wonderfully in tune with him, kisses the corner of his mouth and slides two fingers in right off the bat, because Eddie's already wet and open.

He takes his time, pushing them in and dragging them out, pulling the heavy slick along with them, like Eddie's body has been conditioned during these couple of days to know what's coming, to just constantly be ready to go at any moment.

When Steve pushes back in, it's three fingers this time, and Eddie hisses half-heartedly through his teeth.

"Okay?" Steve immediately asks.

"I'm okay. 'S just a lot."

Steve uses his free hand, the one not inside Eddie right now, to push back his hair from his own face. He smiles in that sweet, bashful little way that Eddie loves so much.

"Well… I'm a lot now, too."

And had that been literally any other guy, any other alpha, Eddie would've groaned so fucking loud, but that's not what this is. Steve's not bragging, not in the expected sense. He's proud, euphoric even, and just wants to talk about it.

Eddie just smiles fondly. "I'm so happy for you, baby," he says softly, rubbing his thumb over Steve's neck from where he's still got his arms wrapped around him. "And I'm happy for me. I'd argue that I'm the one that gets to reap the real reward here."

Steve laughs softly, then does something with his wrist that knocks the air out of him, causing Eddie to gasp loudly.

"Good?" he asks with an innocent smile.

Eddie just groans. “You know it is, you fiend. Come on, I thought you wanted to fuck me.”

Steve tuts at him, to Eddie’s surprise. 

“I thought you were gonna let me take care of you?”

Let him still being the keyword, it seemed.

“Yup. Kinda thought you’d be doing that with your dick, though.”

“I’m gonna, you just have to be patient, jeez.”

Eddie snorts in laughter, feeling more than delighted by seeing Steve more confident in this role, even if it was frustrating to be told no.

After a few more moments, Steve slowly takes his fingers out, then immediately wraps them around his cock. He strokes them over the tip a couple of times, drawing a little hiss out of himself.

“Sensitive?” Eddie asks softly.

“Kinda, but not any more than usual. It’s just…” He smiles, small and private. “It feels nice.” He moves his hand down the full length of himself, stopping at the base and just holds it there.

Eddie feels his nostrils flare in barely contained intrigue.

“Looks nice too.” Eddie comments. “It really fits you. It’s like this is how it was always supposed to be, you know?”

Steve looks up, face suddenly struck with a feeling so vulnerable it could’ve just as well been hurt, but Eddie knows it’s not. Not when Steve leans in over him again, crowding his body into the mattress and kisses him deeply.

Eddie welcomes him, tightening his hold around Steve’s neck with his arms and pulling him in closer. It knocks him off balance briefly, before he settles with one hand against the mattress. His other hand is still between their legs, and Eddie can feel as he gently guide himself down, pressing the tip of his cock against his entrance.

“I love you,” Steve says as soon as they break apart for air.

“I love you too,” Eddie responds, and pulls Steve in with his legs that are still wrapped around his waist.

He enters him slowly, and Eddie sure as hell isn’t about to hurry him, because Steve is big. Just the head of his cock is large enough to make Eddie stutter momentarily for air.

Steve must feel it, because he stills completely, just resting on top of Eddie patiently.

“Okay?”

“Yeah. You can go on.”

Steve kisses him again, slow and gentle, just like how he slowly pushes inside, and thank god he insisted on fingering Eddie open, because otherwise this would’ve been hard.

“Jesus christ, Steve,” Eddie laughs, feeling a bit hysterical. The sheer strain that taking Steve’s cock is putting on his body now is ridiculous. 

He’s way bigger than any of their shared toys, and just when Eddie starts to think that maybe that’s it, he’s finally all the way inside, it keeps going, until finally he feels Steve’s pelvis meet his own, pressing down surprisingly hard, like despite all that, Steve wants to keep going.

Eddie’s face feels like it’s burning, but he’s okay, as long as he’s focusing on his breathing he can deal with this first initial stretch, then it shouldn’t be a problem. 

Steve, however…

“Are you okay?” Eddie asks him gently.

“Yeah. ‘S just… a lot.”

“Oh, now I’m a lot, huh?”

Steve laughs softly. “You’ve always been a lot,” he says, smiling brightly against Eddie’s lips. “It’s just… being with you like this…”

Steve’s eyes are closed, so Eddie is free to look at him as much as he wants. His eyes are squeezed shut in pleasure, in a frustrated focus to keep himself collected even though Eddie really wishes he wouldn’t, he likes it so much when Steve just shows how gone he is.

"It feels good," Eddie offers, a statement just as much as it's a question.

"Yeah." Steve confirms with a soft little huff, like he tries to laugh but everything is still too much for him. Eddie feels him shifting inside. Feels the way his own muscles flutter around him in response. "And I just… never thought I'd be able to."

Eddie's eyebrows pinches together, in sympathy just as much as bittersweet joy for his boyfriend. 

"But here we are," Eddie offers with a breathy voice. 

"Here we are," Steve replies, finally opening his eyes and looks at Eddie with the fondest of expressions. "And I'm gonna make love to you."

Eddie grins. He can't help himself, but at least he doesn't laugh.

Instead he squeezes his legs again, pressing Steve deeper into himself, causing them both to groan.

"Come on. I want you."

Steve is still all smiles when he gently starts to ease out, not even halfway out before he carefully presses back in, just to test the slide, and when Eddie hums in appreciation, he nods and keeps going.

Slowly. Gently. Not at all how Eddie usually fucks, but this isn't about him. This about is how Steve does it, and Eddie feels so fucking flattered that he gets to be here for it, to be part of the experience as Steve gets to know and love his new body. 

Maybe there’s something to be said about making love, because he’s feeling really fucking sentimental right now.

“Good?” Steve asks, still all gentle and careful.

“Yeah. Doesn’t hurt at all, you don’t have to hold back,” Eddie says with an encouraging little smile. He flexes around him, clenching down on Steve’s cock in a way that makes him groan. 

“Christ — okay. But don’t… don’t do that, I’ll come.”

The way he phrases it like a threat makes Eddie laugh, and he squeezes down gently again.

“That doesn’t matter, you’ll just wanna go again, won’t you, big boy?”

Steve laughs too, and apparently Eddie’s taunting gave effect, because next thing he does is slap his hips hard against Eddie’s.

It startles a deep groan out of him, followed by a surprised little laugh. “More of that, please?”

Steve just grins. “Coming right up.”

He’s such a dork, and Eddie loves him so much, and he can tell how happy he is, how much more comfortable he is even from yesterday — like their conversation really did make a difference. Maybe he truly just needed to look at it from a different perspective, because the Steve that’s fucking him now is not the same Steve from yesterday.

This Steve is confident when he leans in and kisses Eddie, sliding his hands down his waist, all the way down to his hips and holds on. 

He moves out and pushes back in slowly, but hard. Intense even. There’s passion here, and Eddie definitely feels it. It’s like Steve has set out to savor each and every thrust, to really make it count, and it’s actually kinda knocking the breath out of him.

Because of the way Steve moves, Eddie’s been forced to let his neck go with his arms, but he’s still lazily holding on around Steve’s waist with his feet. It’s nice, and he enjoys the pleased little moan Steve makes whenever he helps him along, pulls on him a little to bring him in deeper.

And it feels good. It feels fucking amazing.

Like maybe the marathon is actually even nicer than the sprint.

Steve’s kissing his cheek, his jaw, his neck on and off, and now and then dips back in for his lips. It’s all so disgustingly sweet, and Eddie’s kind of going a little crazy from it. He doesn’t even want to talk dirty. Doesn’t want to ruin this magical experience of fucking his boyfriend this way — of his boyfriend fucking him.

Then Steve nuzzles his nose into Eddie’s cheek. He’s leaned over a bit more, meaning he can’t pull out the whole way, and is just kind of grinding into him right now, but it feels just as fucking good.

“How’s it like?” Steve asks, and Eddie realizes with a jolt that he actually asked to get some reassurance now and then.

“Oh fuck, it’s good, it’s really fucking good, Steve. I’m sorry, baby, I wanted to talk but I’m— fuck, I’m speechless.”

“Good speechless?” Steve asks with an amused tone.

“Fuck, are you kidding me?”

Steve giggles against his lips. “Then you don’t have to talk. As long as it’s good, yeah?”

Eddie nods intensely in agreement. “Yeah, yeah that’s good. Now please fuck me— make love to me. Whatever.”

There must be something fun and endearing in his voice, because Steve keeps laughing until Eddie finally shuts him up with another kiss. 

Steve groans into it, and one of his arms comes up again, resting on the bed next to Eddie’s hand to support himself, because of course Steve is strong enough to just need one hand for that. The other one he’s holding onto Eddie’s hip with, pulling him towards himself as he fucks into him.

He keeps making these noises into the kiss that Eddie’s going a little crazy about, and whenever Steve tries to pull away, Eddie pulls him back in, hands on his waist now, revelling in both the devouring kiss and the feeling of Steve’s muscles working under his fingers.

He’s started to pick up the pace now, and it’s not long until he has to give in and use both hands to hold himself up, but that’s okay because Eddie’s got him.

He’s got his lips, his body and soul, all wrapped up around him, inside him, and for a brief and insane moment, he thinks that maybe, just maybe he wants Steve’s bite, too. 

But not now. And only if Eddie gets to bite first.

“Fuck, Steve,” Eddie curses when they finally have to break apart to breathe again. “This is crazy, I feel…” He trails off, but it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t even know what he wanted to say.

“Yeah. Me too.” Steve agrees nevertheless. 

Eddie can tell by how high-pitched his voice has gone that he’s close. That, and there’s no more love-making, Steve is fucking him now, and Eddie’s just holding on for dear life.

“I’m so close, baby,” Steve whispers against his cheek, and he sounds so fucking distraught, like it’s the most intense feeling he’s ever experienced.

“Come inside me,” Eddie responds instinctively. 

Steve nods, adjusts his position the slightest bit before he sets a new pace, going even faster, and the noise it makes is absolutely fucking obscene. He must be so wet, must feel so good for Steve to fuck into, and that thought draws a keening moan right out of him.

Eddie pulls on Steve’s waist tighter, clawing with all the need and affection he feels for this man.

“Come on,” he whispers, begs even, until Steve lets out a long, trembling moan. 

His whole body convulses, thrusting erratically into Eddie as his orgasm hits, pleasure spilling over like it’s all too much, the feeling just too big to hold back, and he can feel it when it happens. Wet and deep within his body.

Eddie doesn’t come, but he doesn’t even fucking care because he gets to see Steve like this, how utterly beautiful he looks when he’s losing himself into pleasure, into him.

When the peak of it is over, Steve falls forward, panting into the pillow by Eddie’s ear like he’s just had the workout of his life, and that’s saying something when it comes to Steve.

But… there’s a new friction that catches his attention.

When Steve falls and presses against him, something catches on his entrance.

And thank god Eddie’s not too fucked out to realize what's going on.

“Steve!” He hisses in panic. “Steve, your knot!"

But Steve is fucking gone. He just groans against Eddie’s ear, body completely limp. 

“Fuck, Steve, you gotta push it— you have to— fuck!”

It’s growing way too fast, there’s no time to wait, and like hell if Eddie’s gonna let Steve’s first ever knot pop outside of him.

So without thinking, Eddie adjusts the grip he has around Steve’s waist with his legs, and pulls.

The knot goes right in.

And it’s like someone connected Steve to live wire.

He fucking jolts, and it’s a good thing that he already crashed down onto the mattress, because his whole body goes tense, taut with whatever this must feel like, completely paralyzed with shock until finally, instinct takes over and he starts shoving his hips against Eddie’s.

The knot is still expanding, and as Steve keeps rutting it into him, Eddie quickly realizes what he’s done.

He’s taking his first real knot.

Trembling and desperate, his hands wrap all the way around Steve’s chest and clings on, because it’s getting larger now, just keeps growing, and the pressure of the sheer size of it deep inside him is starting to make itself known, and Eddie feels his head tip backward. His jaw goes slack. 

He thinks he’s about to come.

And so is Steve, he thinks, because he’s trying to fuck Eddie like this, but they’re stuck, so he can’t. But he clings on, hands sliding and gripping on to Eddie’s body wherever he can reach, and the fucking noises Steve makes is just too much, whimpering and sobbing against Eddie’s ear.

It makes him squeeze like he’s been trying to hold off from doing, just in case it would hurt, but it doesn’t.

As soon as he clamps down around Steve’s knot, he’s gone.

It's so fucking big, and it pushes up against just the right places, and the pressure is relentless. Just like that time in the kitchen, Eddie can’t get away from it. He’s got no choice but to ride it out, and thank god for the bed, if they had been standing up for this, they both would have fallen.

It’s almost like he blacked out for a second, because when the world snaps back into focus, he immediately notices some strange sounds. Small, pitiful little whimpers that he doesn’t recognize, and it’s not without a stab to his pride that he realizes it’s because that’s him.

He’s never made noises like that before in his entire life.

Then he realizes he’s being touched. He feels Steve’s fingers on his face, stroking his hair gently behind his ears, and he smiles shyly when Eddie’s gaze finally focuses enough to meet his own.

“Are you okay?”

“Whu?” Eddie says, confused, because shouldn’t it be him asking that question?

“Are you okay?” Steve just repeats gently.

“Yeah… why wouldn’t I be?”

“Oh… because we’re, uh… we’re tied?”

Right.

Instinctively, his body gently squeezes down on the intrusion now that he’s been made aware of it, and Steve hisses through his teeth, then laughs, only slightly hysterical.

“Baby,” Eddie coos, half delirious. “Baby, you did it.”

“We did it.” Steve is quick to correct. His eyes look heavy, like he’s struggling to keep his focus.

Eddie knows exactly why.

“It’s alright — I'm alright. We can talk later, okay? Just enjoy it. Come here.”

He pulls at Steve, bringing their faces together and kisses him slowly, just as the second (or is it technically his third?) orgasm sets in, starting off slowly until Steve is rolling his hips against Eddie’s again and whimpering with pleasure against his mouth.

The pull doesn’t hurt, but he knows he’s gonna feel it later, even now when Steve is trying to be gentle with his movements, but that’s got to be difficult. Eddie doesn’t envy alphas for that, to be trapped in place, completely locked inside someone else through multiple orgasms.

But Steve looks over the moon.

When he comes to again, he’s smiling, nuzzling his face right into Eddie’s in a way that makes their noses and lips catch awkwardly, but he doesn’t mind.

“Alpha,” he says quietly, secretly, just to try, and the answering rumble Steve lets out makes it so fucking worth it.

“I love you so much,” he says, and Eddie hums in agreement.

“So tired.”

“You can rest,” Steve says quietly. “If you fall asleep I can wake you up when it starts to go down.”

Eddie hums, even though he doesn’t want to sleep. How could he, when he wants to be here for this? It was so much better than he could’ve ever imagined.

“Love you,” he says instead of an answer. 

Steve kisses his cheek in response. “I love you too.”

*

As embarrassing as it is to admit, cleaning up and going to sleep after is all a bit of a blur to him.

He remembers doing it, but not much else.

There was a lot of cum, and poor Steve had to help him with that given how fucked out he was. There was something about g-spot orgasms that destroyed his brain, apparently. Good to know.

Next morning, Steve wakes him up like he's an overexcitable little kid again, pressing his face into Eddie's neck and taking an exaggeratedly deep sniff. And no matter how obnoxious Steve's being, he must admit it's pretty fucking nice to wake up laughing.

"Stop it," Eddie says without any sort of heat.

"No. I can't help it, I'm so disgustingly in love with you today."

"Just today?" Eddie grumbles into the pillow. He's smiling now, and turns over to see Steve properly. He looks just as excited as he sounds.

“No,” Steve says, laying back down on the mattress next to Eddie. “I’m in love with you every day. But especially today.”

“Knot-head.” Eddie accuses, and it’s his own fault really, when Steve digs his fingers into his waist.

Immediately he jolts awake properly, kicking helplessly to get away, but Steve pursues him, jumping up on his knees again with way too much energy and leans over him, crowding Eddie against the bed as he keeps fucking tickling him.

It’s way too early for this.

“Steve, I swear to god—!” Eddie yelps, rolling over in a vain attempt at trying to protect himself. “I’ll start wearing a fucking chastity belt, you’ll never see my cunt again!”

Steve’s laughing too, but he relents, if it’s because of Eddie's tone or his actual threat, he’ll never know.

When they finally settle down and Eddie actually gets a look at him, any hint of annoyance he previously felt quickly melts away, because Steve is glowing. His smile is impossibly bright and he’s looking at Eddie with such reverence that it puts every single thought in his head on hold.

"Come here," Eddie hears himself say, because his brain-to-mouth filter is completely gone, apparently.

Steve complies, laying down next to him and slides his arms around Eddie's waist.

"I'm so proud of you," he says next. He turns towards him and wraps one of his arms around Steve's neck, smiling affectionately. "So proud and so happy."

"Stop," Steve complains, but his smile doesn't leave his face. He cuddles in closer, enough for their foreheads to touch. "Thank you. You were incredible last night.”

Eddie scoffs softly. “Baby, you were the incredible one. I wasn’t kidding, I was genuinely at a loss for words. Do you know how hard it is to shut me up?”

Steve laughs softly. “I have some idea, yeah. Let’s just agree that we were both pretty amazing?”

It’s so cheesy, he might die.

He almost resorts to start tickling Steve in retaliation, but he doesn’t want to start that shit up again.

“Yeah,” Eddie says instead. “You knotted me.”

Steve’s eyes opens wider, and he gets this almost embarrassed expression on his face.

“I did. Did you… like that? Was it okay?”

“Steve… of course it was okay. It’s what we both wanted, yeah?”

“Y-yeah, I just…”

“I liked it,” Eddie reassures him. “I liked it so fucking much, you don’t have to worry a single bit because I want to do that again with you, it felt great and I loved seeing you that way.”

“O-oh. Good. That’s good. You’re not hurt?”

“I don’t think so. Maybe sore, but it doesn't hurt. You?"

"That's good. I, uh, I feel better. More clear-headed. Everything's probably starting to calm down."

Eddie smiles, feeling content. "Good timing, that. I'm not sure I would've lasted another day."

Steve laughs in agreement. “I think my dick would’ve fallen off if we had to do one more day.”

“No,” Eddie says, aghast. “You only just got it!”

“Shut up, oh my god.”

*

The days after were some really lazy ones. Eddie only got properly dressed once and that was to go out and shop for groceries the same day Steve’s rut had ended. 

It felt a bit surreal, to be out and about just the day after taking a knot. He had a bit of a moment as he headed to the store, feeling surprised by how utterly fine he felt, even after such an intense experience. Bodies really were incredibly— his body was incredible for being able to do something like that.

It was a bit strange, when Eddie was used to feel nothing but quiet, simmering disdain for his role as an omega, the job that his body was expected to perform. Now instead he felt something more akin to appreciation. Amazement, even. 

He remembers before Steve’s rut started, how Eddie so cockily stated that his knot wasn’t about to change him as a person, and it hadn’t, because that’s ridiculous, but it’s like he feels calmer, for some reason. Like a life-long anxiety, fear even, has been laid to rest.

A fear of what leaning into his omega would do to him, if he ever tried. And now when he knew it was okay, that he was still the same person, still the same old loud, obnoxious Eddie, he felt at peace.

It was some ironic, snake eating its own tail type of logic, that Steve’s knot changed him because it didn’t change him, but hey, he felt good about it, and that’s what mattered.

And like they had discussed before all this, changing a little bit wasn’t necessarily bad. 

Change could be a good thing.

And while Eddie had expected Steve to be the one going through it, he quickly realized that maybe, changing a little bit himself wasn’t that bad either. Especially since they had done it together. 

He felt a little giddy, thinking about it.

And when he gets home from the store, he haphazardly just puts everything away before striding into the living room like a man on a mission. He only just about gets his leather jacket off before he flops himself onto the couch with Steve, who’s back in clothes for the first time in a good while.

Steve startles from how abruptly Eddie enters the room and more or less throws himself on top of him, but he laughs, wrapping Eddie up in his arms and pulls him in.

“How was it? Is the outside world still there?”

“Unfortunately,” Eddie just grumbles. 

“Well, that’s good, because we’ve got jobs to get back to on Monday.”

“Ugh, I don’t wanna think about that now.”

“Fine, fine. What do you want to think about?”

Eddie considers the question briefly. He drags himself further onto Steve on the couch, effectively burying his nose against his stomach.

“You,” Eddie admits. “Missed you the whole time.”

It’s way more vulnerable than he meant for it to come out he realizes, and the wounded little noise Steve makes only confirms it further.

“Hey… are you okay?”

Eddie groans. “I’m fine. It’s just been… intense. And I don’t think I was ready for how it would feel to go out and pretend to be normal, after all of that.”

Steve coos softly, stroking his hand on Eddie’s back for comfort.

“I didn’t actually consider how weird that would feel… I’m sorry, I would’ve come with you if I knew it was gonna be hard.”

“I’m not a baby, Steve, I can handle it. I just…” He trails off, staring at the wall opposite of them with a frustrated, tense expression. 

He wants to tell him, it was just hard, talking about things like this. But Steve is patient, not even prompting him to go on, he just waits.

“When we had sex, last night,” Eddie starts, because he might as well begin from the top. “I didn’t mind… the way we did it. I really liked it, actually. And it kinda… fucked with my head a little bit. Like it opened up the Pandora’s box of omega shit that I’ve got locked up in there and…”

Steve is looking at him with a concerned gaze, and Eddie sighs in frustration. He flops over on the couch so that he’s on his back instead, and Steve’s hand follows and rests on his stomach, stroking him gently through his ratty old shirt.

Eddie can tell he’s a little worried, which only feels appropriate, because he is too.

“I was thinking about… how much I wanted your bite.”

There.

He said it.

Steve’s eyes bulge open. His hand freezes on Eddie’s stomach, just holding on as he works through the shock.

“Not now.” Eddie adds hurriedly. “And I’d want to…” He reaches up. Strokes a finger over the length of Steve’s neck. “You know. Bite you, too.”

“Okay,” Steve whispers. “Yeah. Good. That’s— yeah.”

Eddie can’t help the little snort he makes. Steve’s too cute when his brain stalls.

“Yeah. That was kinda why I… why I was so out of it. I realized that, like… all this shit.” He gestures over himself. “All of my worries and concerns and hang-ups… none of that even matters when I’m with you. I thought what we did yesterday would be something hard for me to do, but it was so fucking easy, Steve. Because it was with you.”

Steve just looks at him, mouth hanging opening in a slight gape.

And if Eddie’s not mistaken…

“Oh no… please don’t cry, I’m just being stupid, I’m so—”

“Come here.”

Steve interrupts his rambled insecurities by pulling him up, clawing at him to get Eddie to at least halfway sit up before he kisses him. 

It’s not devouring like Eddie half-expected it to be. Instead it’s slow. Gentle. Intense only on an emotional level. And when they part again, Steve’s holding them so close that their lips still touch when he speaks.

“Did you just propose to me?”

Eddie hiccups, startling himself, because he hadn’t realized he was kinda crying as well. It’s embarrassing, but he lets it happen. It’s exactly the kind of emotional release he needs after these last couple of days.

“I think I did, yeah,” he says with a little laugh. “Or at least suggest we talk about it..?”

“Of course. God, I want that. I want to be yours so fucking badly.”

And it kick-starts his heart into overdrive, the fact that Steve wants to be his, not the other way around.

“Me too,” Eddie admits shyly, “Wanna be yours."

He feels the puff of air between them from Steve's surprised exhale, then all of a sudden he's being scooped up, collected and dragged to sit on Steve's lap. He kisses Eddie again, with more hunger this time, and Eddie returns it just as greedily.

He feels like the luckiest man, the luckiest omega in the whole goddamn world.

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Roughly two months have passed since Steve’s transition to an alpha.

Surprisingly little has changed, which was almost kind of jarring at first. It was almost like Eddie had to keep reminding himself that it had actually happened, that it hadn’t just been some kind of fucked up, horny fever dream of his. 

But any doubts were immediately out the window whenever he was around him, because that scent was unmistakable. 

Steve was an alpha.

His alpha. Just as much as Eddie was Steve's omega.

The grounds were equal. Steve still followed him around like the sweet, lovesick little puppy he was and he still looked at Eddie like he hung the moon and stars, and never once treated him any differently. 

That, and he wore Eddie’s bite mark on his throat like a beautiful, macabre little necklace now. 

Eddie had bitten him first, which is traditionally the alpha's task — to instigate, to claim first, that sort of deal. Eddie actually had to remind him that he was supposed to bite him back with how lost he looked afterwards.

It was good. Really good. 

He hadn’t thought it would feel any different, maybe even bad to have gone against his old principles, to have let someone lay a claim on him like that, but it just… didn’t. 

Eddie felt like a better man for it, like that little piece of him that had always been missing was finally slotted into place, and it felt so good that it didn't even matter that he got some curious looks to his neck when he got back to work.

Yeah, he was a bonded omega now. So what of it?

It didn’t matter what other people thought about him and his relationship, because he knew better. 

He knew that when he came home each day, he’d get to hug the softest, sweetest alpha in the whole world. He’d get to cradle him on his lap if he liked, cup his neck and feel him go comfortable and relaxed from the residual omega instincts Steve still had, and it was perfect. 

It was so very them.

And today was no different.

When Eddie unlocks the door and steps inside, Steve immediately peeks out around the corner from the kitchen. He waves a little bashfully, then disappears back inside.

“Hi,” Eddie greets him suspiciously. “What are you doing?”

“Just a little something!” Steve calls from the kitchen.

“Why? What’s the occasion?”

“No occasion! Just wanted to do something nice, does there have to be a reason for that?”

Eddie smiles, half confused but happy nevertheless. He kicks his shoes off and just pushes them in under the shoe shelf.

“No, no it doesn’t, I just wasn’t expecting it.”

Steve laughs from inside the kitchen.

 “I can tell, you sound super suspicious.”

When Eddie steps into the room with him, his eyebrows shoot up beneath his bangs.

Steve’s wearing those cute little shorts of his — the blue ones — and a loose fitting tank top, nothing else.

It’s a pretty usual attire for him to wear at home, especially during the warmer months of the year, but now… Eddie’s eyes can’t help but zone in on the very evident bulge at his crotch.

Not that it’s the first time Eddie sees him like that… but he’s still not used to it, and it’s difficult to look away, sometimes.

He’s not even hard, but it’s still obscene.  

Eddie might be just a little bit obsessed.

“You look nice,” he says, words falling out of his mouth before he’s got a chance to stop them.

Steve turns to him over his shoulder, offering a flirty little smile before shaking his hips every so slightly, making Eddie snort.

“It smells really good, baby. Thank you. Don’t know what I did to deserve the house-wife treatment today but I appreciate it.”

“I told you, I just felt like it!”

Eddie laughs softly, then he leans in and kisses Steve gently on his cheek. His husband immediately turns around, giving a brief little kiss back on his lips.

Driven by temptation, Eddie steps up behind him instead and wraps his arms around his waist. “I’ll return the favor sometime. Promise.”

Steve hums in delight, tilting his head back until it bumps into Eddie’s face, and he chuckles softly into Steve’s hair.

“I was actually thinking… maybe you could do something for me later tonight...?” Steve asks softly.

Eddie snorts, blowing at the hairs of Steve’s neck. “I knew there had to be something.”

Steve full on laughs, his abdominal muscles jumping beneath Eddie’s fingers. 

“You’re gonna like it though. I may have found out about a new position I want to try.”

Eddie sputters, his smile growing impossibly bigger against Steve’s neck. “Baby, you don’t have to bribe me for something like that, holy shit.”

“No, but I wanted to do something special. I think you’re really going to like it, and I… I just really wanted to give you a nice evening, is all.”

"You're way too good to me," Eddie says quietly into his shoulder, planting a final kiss on his skin before he lets go, moving away from Steve and starting to pick out the dishes for dinner.

*

The dinner Steve cooked was probably the highlight of his week, and Eddie kind of mourns that he can’t eat himself into a coma. But that would be a bad idea, because Steve went and teased about having plans for the rest of the evening, and Eddie is… well. 

Eddie is a simple man.

If his boy tells him he wants to do something fun, something Eddie might like, especially while wearing those shorts of his… he’s got a one track mind after that. But he’s at least able to collect himself well enough to help cleaning up afterwards, then immediately pursues Steve into the living room couch.

Eddie crawls into it, draping his body over Steve’s lap and gives a contented sigh.

“That was so fucking good.”

Steve giggles softly. “So you’ve said — I think three times now?”

“Mhmm… well, it bears repeating.” 

“Well, thank you, I’m glad you liked it.” He wraps an arm around Eddie’s shoulder, the palm of his hand pressed against his back.

They stay like that for a while, just enjoying each other’s company and some rest after dinner.

Until Eddie’s curiosity gets the better of him, that is.

“So… that plan you were talking about. Any chance you might tell me anything about it?”

Steve chuckles quietly, clearly delighted about having something to hold above Eddie’s head for a change. “Maybe,” Steve says with a cheeky little smile. “It depends. Did you eat too much, or are you up for a bit of a workout?”

Eddie perks up.

He turns over so he can look up at Steve’s face.

“I’m always up for a workout.”

Steve laughs happily, stroking some hair out of Eddie’s face while watching him.

“Okay. That's good, but I think that’s all I’m gonna tell you.”

“Ugh… you wound me, babe.”

“You’ll live,” Steve reassures him, smiling a soft, gentle smile down on him. “You’re gonna find out soon anyway, okay?"

"Fine," Eddie grumbles softly, but it's hard even pretending to be grumpy when laying there in Steve's lap. He's got such a pleasant scent about him now, it's darker, deeper, more, but not overpowering and downright unpleasant like some alphas. It's just musky and pleasant, like a lived-in home.

It's hard to pretend to be grumpy, and it's hard to not think about whatever Steve's got planned for them.

And sure, Eddie may have experienced something like a bit of a sexual enlightenment recently. He may have broadened his horizons, but there's something about Steve tonight, a bit of a shy yet mischievous energy that reminds him of before. It awakens something inside Eddie that's always been there and always will be, he's just not leaned into it lately — that unquenchable thirst to see his husband all loose and pliable. A little sweet and silly.

He really hopes it's something like that that Steve has in mind.

*

About two hours later, when they've both settled into the calm of a Friday night, enjoying the peace and reprieve it offers from the rest of the week, and such a luxury it is to spend it like this, half-napping on Steve's lap.

Until he's woken up, that is.

"Hey," Steve says softly. "Do you want to go to bed? We can just sleep if you're tired, baby."

"No," Eddie immediately protests, because he's nothing but stubborn. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and sits up, giving Steve a very harmless glare. "You can't do that to me, I need to know what you've been thinking about."

Steve laughs softly, but in pure delight.

"If I had known I could rile you up with stuff like this I would've done it way sooner, holy shit."

"I'm not riled up."

Steve wrinkles his nose adorably.

"No? Then why can I smell you?"

Eddie lets out a surprised huff, nostrils flaring in frustration.

"That's unfair," he hisses. "I'm barely even… there's no way you can smell that."

Steve shrugs. He leans down over Eddie as much as he can and makes a bit of a show of sniffing him, which in turn makes Eddie yelp in protest and try to shove him away. Which is very difficult, seeing as Eddie's still on his lap.

"Stop that!" Steve says, still laughing, the little asshole. "Maybe it isn't strong , but I know what to look for. You can't hide your dirty little thoughts from me."

"Son of a bitch."

He feels defeated, but in that silly and ridiculous way where it doesn't even matter, they're only bickering for the sake of bickering. At this point in their relationship it’s practically foreplay.

And that… puts a filthy little idea into his head.

"Hey, Steve," he says, voice slipping down into a darker register. He makes himself comfortable on the couch again, resting his head back on Steve's lap.

"O-Oh, uh, yeah?"

Eddie smiles innocently at him, then turns his head over and shifts forward, which puts his nose and mouth right by the base of his soft dick.

"O-Oh, fuck." Steve half giggles, his hand immediately coming down to rest on Eddie's head.

It brings a smile to his face, and he presses a couple of kisses into his crotch, expressing affection just as much as he's trying to map out where his junk is.

He hears a soft, giggly little moan coming from above him, and feels the fingers in his hair grip on a little tighter.

Eddie nuzzles against it, just keeps his mouth open and slides his lips over Steve's cock. Feels the way it twitches as it fills out slowly in his shorts.

"How upset would you be if I got up and left about now?" Eddie asks innocently, and immediately Steve's hand on him grips firmer, holds him down.

"No," he just says, which makes Eddie laugh.

"I won't, calm down. Do you want to stay here, or..?"

"We can go to the bedroom in a little while..? I just want… You look so fucking hot down there."

Eddie flashes him a bright grin.

"You want me to give you a bit of a show, then?"

"Oh god, yes please."

Eddie laughs softly again, and there's only a slightly mean undertone to it. Then he focuses on his new task. 

He keeps his head tilted to the side to give Steve that perfect viewing angle while he keeps pressing lazy kisses on him through the fabric.

Laying like this, he can only really use one of his hands, because the other one is trapped underneath his body, but the one that's free he puts far up on Steve's leg, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles on the inside of his thigh. And if he's not mistaken…

"Commando again, baby?" 

Steve smiles. He kind of shrugs innocently.

"I just like how it feels."

"Hey, I'm not complaining. It makes my life so much easier."

Steve laughs softly at him, but he sounds strained, like he's just that turned on already, but Eddie doesn't mean to get him out of his shorts just yet. He's got a show to put on.

So he opens his mouth again, leans in and finds the shape of him again. It's easier now when he's filled out a little bit, even if he's just barely half-hard.

Eddie presses his face in, taking the head of Steve's cock between his lips through the fabric. He's going to absolutely soak through them with his saliva, but he's pretty sure that neither of them care. 

It's a pretty common occurrence, after all.

Steve lets out a pitiful sound. He tries to lift his hips, but he can't, not when Eddie's pressing him down with the weight of his body. 

"Feels nice," Steve offers quietly. "You're so pretty."

Eddie glances up briefly, smiling the best he can with his lips stretched wide over the girth of him. He slides down, using his lips to massage him, almost like he's trying to jerk him off with the soft grip of his mouth.

It makes Steve moan, then giggle softly.

“Fuck, should I take them off...?” he asks, trailing his fingers along the line of his shorts.

Eddie moves his mouth off him. He takes just a second to admire the impressive wet spot he’s left on Steve’s front, then looks up at him with a sweet smile. 

“No, just sit back and let me handle it, okay?”

“Okay. Fuck, you’re so good to me.”

“Mhm,” Eddie says slowly, he moves in again, delighted to notice more of him now, the thick long line of his cock properly hard now, still pressed down against his legs from the strain of the fabric and Eddie’s lips. But instead of focusing on that, Eddie shifts his attention further down, pressing his nose into his large, soft sack nestled underneath his cock.

He parts his lips wide again, essentially rubbing his face into it while mouthing through his shorts.

Steve groans in pleasure, his head tipping back against the couch for just a second before he looks back down, endearingly unable to look away from Eddie.

Finally, Eddie moves away to pull Steve’s boxers down, just enough for his dick to spring free — which it does, almost to a comedic degree.

Unable to help himself, Steve reaches down and holds himself by the base. Eddie doesn’t chastise him for it, it’s sweet to see him handle himself, how utterly enamored he is with his own new anatomy, and Eddie would never take that away from him.

“Do you want to play with my mouth a little bit, baby?” Eddie asks him, and delights to see how Steve squeezes his own cock in reaction.

“Fuck, can I?”

“Yeah, of course. But you have to show me what you had in mind later, so don’t you dare to come.”

Steve laughs softly. He angles his dick downward, and Eddie adjusts his position on his lap, props himself up a little bit so it doesn’t get too awkward and uncomfortable for him. 

“I promise. We’ll go to the bedroom after. Just wanna play a little bit.”

God, Eddie kinda can’t deal with him when he’s talking like that.

“Go on then,” Eddie encourages. He opens his mouth and closes his eyes, just waits for Steve to use him the way he wants.

“Okay… I just… you should touch yourself, meanwhile. I need you wet, later.”

Eddie’s eyes pop back open, and he immediately thrusts a hand between his own legs. He can’t get it into his pants, but that doesn’t matter, he can work himself up through his clothes just fine.

Steve chuckles softly, then guides the tip of his cock against Eddie’s lower lip.

It startles him a little bit, because his focus has been between his own legs for the moment, but it settles quickly, and he closes his eyes again and parts his lips even more. 

Steve guides himself in, pushing and prodding to get Eddie to part his jaws a little further, and as soon as he does, Steve slides inside.

Only a little more than the tip, because he's just playing, and probably wants Eddie to be able to stay nice and relaxed for both of their enjoyment.

Eddie just moans softly around it, closing his eyes and just enjoys the lazy back and forth, Steve slowly thrusting the tip of his cock in and out of his mouth for a while.

"You look so nice, baby," Steve murmurs softly. He's playing with Eddie's hair with his free hand, gently twirling it around his fingers. "Is it okay if I try something?"

Eddie opens his eyes and looks up, smiles the best he can and hums softly, a muffled little mhmm.

"Thank you," Steve says. 

He moves the hand that was in Eddie's hand to his cheek, stroking the stretched skin from how wide Eddie's jaw is open.

"O-Okay. Sorry if this feels strange."

That definitely piques his curiosity, and Eddie just hums again.

Then Steve presses himself into his cheek.

On the outside he gently rubs his thumb over it, like the goal was to feel himself through the skin. 

Eddie can’t really emote, but when Steve does that it kinda drives him a little bit crazy . From zero to a hundred. He’s suddenly thinking slightly deranged thoughts such as — what if he does that through my stomach, instead?

The mental image of that makes him shiver.

Makes him wet.

Maybe he’ll even bring it up later, because Steve seems absolutely fascinated by being able to do this, and Eddie lets him for a good while, until he starts getting tired in his jaw and has to make a sound of protest.

Steve pulls out then, and he strokes his palm over Eddie’s cheek.

“You’re so good to me. Thank you.”

Eddie smiles. He feels a little warm in the face after that.

“Anytime. That was… wow. Bed?”

It’s not the most eloquent he’s ever been, but Steve just giggles softly. He probably gets it.

“Yeah. Come on.”

He pulls his shorts back on himself once Eddie’s sat up from his lap. He looks like a mess, they’re so wet where Eddie’s been mouthing him through them.

It’s a bit obscene, frankly.

They stumble off to their bedroom, bumping into each other for kisses along the way. Eddie has a hard time keeping his hands to himself, one of them clinging onto Steve’s shirt and the other pulling at the front of his shorts.

They collide back together once they step through the doorway, Eddie's hands on Steve’s waist, and Steve’s arms wrapped around his neck, coming together in a deep, hungry kiss.

He’s so fucking excited about what Steve has planned for them, because usually they’re pretty bad at this. They just kinda do stuff, so having a plan for once was exciting. It's also driving him kinda crazy that he still doesn't know what it is.

“Steve,” Eddie says against Steve’s lips, interrupting their kiss. “Tell me what you want to do?”

“Fuck. Okay, yeah.”

Steve maneuvers them around, so he’s the one with his back towards the bed. Eddie could easily push him over on it like this, but he won’t do it now, not when it risks interrupting Steve telling him what he’s been itching to find out for hours now.

“Okay… so I was thinking… do you know what the amazon position is?”

Eddie’s eyes open impossibly wider.

He certainly does.

“Yup. Yeah. I know exactly what you’re talking about.” Eddie's already scrambling to get his belt off.

“Oh. And do you think that you'd wanna…”

“Oh my god are you serious? Of course, it’s perfect — I’m gonna fuck you so fucking hard— get on the bed!”

Steve laughs, surprised, perhaps even a bit startled by Eddie’s intensity, but he does as he’s told, hopping down to sit on the mattress and quickly kicks his boxers off. He’s still hard, but he’s gone a little soft on the way to the bedroom, but he’s quick to get a hand around himself and start stroking.

Every single bone in Eddie’s body is itching to slap his hand away and tell him to behave, but he doesn’t. Because he’s trying to be nice.

“And… you want me to take charge? Just to clarify?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah, please?”

“Fuck yeah. Get on your back.”

Steve looks flustered, a little surprised by Eddie's sudden burst of energy maybe, and he sure as hell can't blame him — Eddie feels like a bloodhound right now; he’s caught scent, and now he’s got a one-track mind.

“B-But what about you? Don’t you want me to...?”

“No,” Eddie says, becauses he knows Steve’s thinking about prep. “I’m gonna do it myself, and you’re gonna watch.”

Steve groans like he can’t help it, then does as he’s told, moves up to lay on his back on the bed.

“You’re gonna kill me, baby.”

“I promise I’ll try not to, but you have to understand, you’ve tortured me for hours. I need an outlet.”

“Which is… me?”

“Yeah, you. You’re my outlet.”

They both laugh, but Steve trails off the second Eddie puts his hands on his jeans. He meets Steve’s gaze, giving him a knowing smirk as he pulls the zipper down and slides the jeans down his thighs. 

He kicks them away on the floor as he steps out of them, his underwear following suit, and they’re drenched, way wetter than Eddie thought they would be, but it makes sense, they've been messing around for a while now already.

Then he moves over to the bed, crawling on his knees. 

He sinks down to a sit, legs spread wide to put on a show. He’s got one hand behind himself for support, the other one is already touching his small omega dick, fingers dipping down every now and then between his folds.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” Steve whispers in awe.

Eddie just smiles. He pushes his hands down a little further, parting his fingers to spread himself out fully for Steve’s viewing pleasure.

Steve, whose eyes go wide open, and his voice comes out as just a whisper. 

“Jesus Christ."

He chuckles a little bit at Steve’s reaction, then slides his hand further down, pushing two of his fingers hard up against himself so they slide right in between his folds, immediately putting pressure on his hole.

Eddie was never much of a size queen before, but ever since Steve’s transition, he’s been… well, stretched and ready quite often, so taking two right away is no problem.

He sees Steve's jaw slacken, sees the way his eyes are glued between Eddie’s legs, and he smiles, pushing his fingers as far inside himself as he can from this angle.

He’s not doing this to pleasure himself, he’s doing it to prep, so it’s fast and messy, completely utilitarian, but Steve’s watching his every move. Eddie can see how labored his breathing is getting, probably aroused beyond belief. 

“Do you like it?” Eddie asks, faux innocent, barely containing his mischievous grin.

“Are you kidding?” Steve breathes. He’s still got a hand around the base of his cock, lazily stroking up and down every now and then.

Eddie can see the slight swell of his knot, and delights over seeing Steve stroke his thumb over it, like it brings him joy to just acknowledge that it’s there. 

Eddie loves it. He loves watching him. He would honestly love to just watch Steve play with himself, give him instructions and make him edge himself for hours. God, he needs to bring that up sometime.

"Spread your legs, Steve," Eddie says softly, and he watches as his alpha quickly complies, spreading his legs and revealing that hidden core of him.

Eddie licks his lips.

"Lift your balls for me? I want to see all of you, baby."

Steve's chest heaves, like his heart skipped a beat, and he nods, doing just as he's told and lifts his sack, pushes it up against his shaft to show Eddie what he's asking for.

"Good boy. You're so beautiful, look at that," Eddie murmurs, voice coming out dark and breathy. 

He pulls his fingers out of himself. Crawls up to Steve on the mattress.

"Can I?" he asks, his hand hovering right over him.

Steve smiles, and he nods quickly, even spreading his legs a little further.

Eddie smiles too, and presses his slick covered fingers against Steve's pussy, gently circling the entrance. 

He's not pushing hard, because ever since Steve's transition, it's been harder for him to deal with penetration down there. Eddie mostly just eats him out now, maybe adds a single lubed up finger if Steve asks for it.

But now he's just circling, only dipping as deep inside as his own residual slick lets him.

Steve moans quietly, slowly bucking his hips against his hand. Eddie doesn't have more than the tip of his finger pressed inside, but Steve's already looking fucked out, eyelids heavy and mouth open, tiny little sounds of pleasure escaping him.

"Beautiful," Eddie compliments him again. He's slowly moving his finger in and out. "Look at you, so good and obedient for me."

Steve nods quickly. "Yeah— yeah, missed this— miss you fucking me."

"Oh, baby, is that why you wanna try this position? You miss spreading your legs for me that much?"

Steve moans, but halfway through it breaks out into a laugh. "Y-Yeah, missed it so much," he responds, and he makes an attempt at a chirp that rattles and catches in his throat.

"All you need to do is ask. You know I'm crazy about you. Would love to fuck you silly anytime, baby." While he's talking, Eddie twists his finger slightly, picking up the pace to really give it to him before they switch things up.

Steve nods, fast and intense. "Next time— Oh my god, oh, that feels nice."

Eddie coos gently. He leans over Steve and kisses him softly, right on the mouth. He slips his finger out again, and instead wraps that same hand around Steve's cock.

"Maybe we should get a plug. Help get you stretched and give your cute little pussy something to squeeze down on."

Steve breaks out into a giggly fit of moans.

"You're so obsessed with it, oh my god," Steve says, still laughing.

"I'm obsessed with all of you," Eddie responds easily. "You ready for me?"

Steve nods.

"Yeah. How do you want me…?"

Eddie sits back on his haunches. He thinks about how best to do this for a moment, then pats one of Steve's already raised legs.

"You’re perfect just like this. Maybe hold your legs to your chest?"

Steve is quick to comply, hooking his arms around his legs and pulls them up. The position drives Eddie absolutely crazy with how exposed he is. His cute alpha pussy on display and his big dick jutting straight up from his crotch, pink and straining.

"Perfect." Eddie's voice rumbles in his chest, so dark, because he's so fucking turned on.

So he stands up on his knees and moves closer. He wraps a hand around the base of Steve's dick, gently guiding it towards himself as he more or less mounts Steve from the front.

There's so little space to work with between them, so as soon as he feels the tip of Steve's cock nudge against his entrance, Eddie just bears down. Just enough to lock Steve’s tip inside so he can drop it and hold onto Steve's legs instead.

"That's it, baby." Eddie soothes him as he steps closer on his knees, pressing Steve down into the mattress now.

And Steve…

Steve's just watching Eddie with a slack jaw and heavy-lidded eyes, gaze darting between Eddie's face and his cunt.

So Eddie flexes his hips. He moves them ever so carefully back and forth, just to let Steve see himself sliding in and out of Eddie's body.

"Oh fuck," his alpha whispers, and Eddie can see him digging into his own legs with his fingernails.

"Do you like watching, baby?"

"You know I do," Steve says under a measured exhale, his nostrils flaring.

Eddie gently starts pushing down, feeling his body swallow up more and more of Steve easily. He's so fucking wet. Almost always ready for this.

"Then keep looking. Gonna give you a fucking show tonight."

They both laugh, because yeah, that's a little cheesy.

"You spoil me," Steve says, smiling warm and affectionately.

Eddie bites his lower lip. Drags his small fangs over it until it pops free, then gives an experimental roll down with his hips.

Steve lets out a pretty, open-mouthed little moan, and Eddie feels his body kinda jump a little, like maybe he tried to thrust forward, get his cock buried a little bit deeper, but from this position that's a fruitless pursuit — Eddie literally has him pinned.  

He keeps lowering himself, almost has Steve all the way inside now, but he takes it slow because he wants to savor this. He always does, because Steve's face is always such a beautiful show of expressions when he slides inside. It's like he experiences it for the first time every time, and Eddie is obsessed with it.

This time is no different.

Steve clutches his own thighs by the way he’s holding his legs up. His mouth is since long just hanging open, and his gaze is glued to where they’re joined — where Eddie’s slowly sinking down on him, and the look on his face is so dreamy and far gone, it’s the sweetest thing Eddie’s ever seen.

When he’s finally seated all the way, he allows himself a short break to catch his breath. 

Right.

This position is going to require some figuring out.

He adjusts the way he’s standing, stepping a bit closer on his knees so that he has better leverage, and, yeah, if he holds onto Steve's legs, he can work with this, but he also thinks that if he wants to go hard, he’s gonna have to get up on his feet at some point. 

Glancing back up, Eddie locks eyes with his mate and gives him a sharp little grin.

“Hi, baby. How are you doing down there?”

Steve looks like he's adrift.

“Good,” he says breathlessly. “Really good.”

“Good. If you get tired from the position, you just let me know, okay?”

“Okay,” Steve answers obediently. “You too.”

“Thank you,” Eddie says quietly, grinning just a bit. “You ready?”

Steve nods quickly, then catches himself, like he remembers Eddie likes it when he says the words out loud.

“I’m ready. Fuck me, please?”

And god, who is Eddie to deny him?

Eddie watches him as he slowly rolls his hips the first time. He adjusts his grip on Steve’s thighs ever so slightly. Uses them to pull himself towards him rather than only use his own strength for this, and it works wonderfully.

His mouth hangs open ever so slightly, and he shifts closer, pushing his hips towards Steve as hard as he can, and he only relents when he hears a wet squelch. Literally feels the way Steve’s dick pushes his own slick out of him.

“A-Ah… Christ, Ed…”

“Mmm… Feels good,” Eddie just says, closing his eyes and egotistically just enjoys the sensation for a couple of moments.

Then he eases back.

Slowly, before pushing forward again.

He watches Steve the whole time, and he sees the exact moment Steve loses himself to pleasure.

His head drops back into the pillow, relaxing even further, making his legs drop even more to the sides, like his whole body just went limp.  

And it’s crazy.

Eddie’s intimately familiar with Steve’s cock, he was there when Steve transitioned, for christ’s sake, but this…

It feels like he’s the one fucking Steve.

And even if Eddie by all means feels him inside, feels the full and warm wet slide that he’s also familiar with, it’s almost like this position is tricking his brain, especially when his small omega dick pushes up against Steve’s soft pubic mound when he takes him all the way.

And while Eddie’s never had the desire to have a dick of his own, the thought of being the one fucking Steve like this…

It’s fucking hot.

It sends a shiver down his spine, and it makes him dig his fingers into Steve’s soft thighs even harder, and he flexes his hips, fucking Steve now like an alpha would fuck an omega.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Ed—”

“Does it feel good?” 

Steve’s gaze flicks up to meet his, and he gives a shaky nod.

“Y-Yeah, you feel so fucking good…”

“Yeah?” Eddie says breathlessly. “So do you, baby. You feel—”

He pauses, considering for a second, thinks about whether he should say what he's thinking or not, to which he ultimately decides on yes. So he slowly pushes himself all the way against Steve. Takes his dick all the way inside and more, it’s almost too much, but he needs to, because he’s leaning in over Steve’s chest to get as close as possible, because when he speaks again, it’s in a whisper.

“You feel so fucking good, Steve. Love having my dick buried all the way inside you.”

He watches attentively for Steve’s reaction, just in case this is crossing some sort of line, but looking down at Steve, it looks like it’s rather the opposite.

Steve’s jaw falls slack, wide open as a long moan spills out of him. Eddie feels his hips jolt again, uselessly trying to fuck up into him, but he’s still stuck underneath Eddie's weight.

“Inside me?” Steve questions breathlessly.

“Uh huh,” Eddie whispers, and decides to push a little further. He lets go of one of Steve’s thighs, only to grab Steve’s hand and guide it down to his abdomen. “Inside you.”

Understanding dawns in Steve’s already dark gaze, and he moans so desperately, it’s almost a whimper. He plays his fingers out over his stomach, clutching on like he feels Eddie for real.

“Fuck… Y-Yeah… I can feel you.”

Eddie’s eyes blow wide open. He feels his own nostrils flare with excitement.

“Yeah?”

Steve nods. Giving permission.

“Yeah. So deep inside me… feels really good… Fuck me, please?”

Eddie swallows. His mouth feels terribly fucking dry all of a sudden.

“I already am, baby. Spread your legs more.”

Steve nods. He’s staring at Eddie now, watching his every move, clearly really fucking excited about this strange game of switching that Eddie’s dirty, dirty brain just came up with, and he does just as he’s told.

He grips his thighs and spreads his legs.

Eddie smiles at him, and moves closer. His own pelvis is pushed up against Steve’s, so tight that Eddie can feel his balls getting softly squished between them.

“You’re so wet,” Eddie whispers as he pulls back, only to thrust forward again, taking Steve back deep inside.

“U-Uhn… Always am… I’m always wet for you,” Steve whispers, giggling slightly afterwards as Eddie gives a particularly hard thrust.

Eddie can't stop grinning.

He's moving slowly, but it's only because he wants this to last. He can already feel the rounded swell of Steve's knot when he pushes all the way down, not yet fully grown, but he's getting there, and Eddie…

Eddie fucking loves Steve's knot.

He loves the way it feels when Steve pushed into him and it presses perfectly against Eddie's small dick, and he loves the feeling teetering on overwhelm when he's locked inside, especially when it lasts for a while. He likes the intimacy of it, and he likes how gone Steve is in those moments.

But most of all, he likes it when Steve asks if he can knot him.

Or rather, Eddie likes it when Steve begs him to let him knot him.

And for a moment, he mourns that this game of switching they're playing means that's not gonna happen, because in their current little fantasy, that's Eddie's dick inside Steve, but then an idea hits him.

And it turns him on so fucking much that he feels himself twitch and clamp down so hard that Steve mewls beneath him.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Eddie breathes out, voicing the thought that probably went through Steve’s head at that second, and Steve just laughs softly. He sounds wrecked.

“Yeah… A-And you’re so… So fucking deep. It feels really good.”

Eddie smiles, because yeah, Steve’s right — it does feel good.

“I bet it does,” he says with a husky tone, talking while he keeps fucking his hips forward, and he probably is tighter like this, just because of how many muscles he has to use to work himself up and down Steve’s cock. “You’re so tight for me, baby.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m not sure how long I’m gonna last.”

It’s a bit of make believe, because Eddie isn’t actually close right now, but it’s more than worth it to see the way Steve’s eyes widens in surprise.

“Whu…What?” he whispers back, and Eddie wouldn’t be surprised if it was because he knows just that, since Eddie’s orgasms are usually pretty obvious.

“Uh huh,” Eddie says, and he exaggerates the breathyness of his tone a little, just to drive the roleplay home. “But I want you to beg for it.”

Steve looks like he’s genuinely about to go cross-eyed.

“Eddie, what? Beg for what?” he asks breathlessly, fingers squeezing his own thighs as he grips onto them for support, and Eddie feels him twitch inside.

He pushes in closer. Moves up on the bed until he’s practically seated on top of Steve now. He even has to prop one of his legs up to almost stand over him while he fucks himself on Steve’s cock.

“My knot. I want you to beg for it.”

“Oh fuck,” Steve says under an exhale. “Y-Your… Oh god. Your knot?”

“That’s right,” he says, rolling his hips. “Beg me to knot you.”

Steve’s head drops back into the pillow with a long moan, and Eddie can feel another attempt of him trying to fuck upwards, but just like before, he can’t move under Eddie’s weight.

“A-Ah, fuck. Knot me?” He moans again, almost choking on the sound. “Please, Eddie— Fuck! I-I want your knot. Please?”

And Eddie can fucking feel the aforementioned knot. It’s so big now that he feels the slight resistance every time he pushes down, and it just perfectly stimulates his own dick.

“Oh fuck,” Eddie says breathlessly, gripping Steve’s legs tighter and begins to pick up the pace, and the wet sound of skin hitting skin sends shocks of pleasure down his spine.

Beneath him, Steve’s sounds are growing more and more needy. All his vocalizations are coming out soft and high pitched, especially when Eddie makes a point to press down over his rapidly swelling knot.

And maybe it’s cruel, but Eddie focuses on it, because it’s what feels good for them both, but right now, he’s just being greedy. 

After all, he expects Steve to ask for permission, before he comes.

“F-Fuck… I want to… I want to feel you—” A confused little frown settles on Steve’s face, eyebrows pinching together in a way that makes the beads of sweat roll down his forehead. “Knot me, baby? I want you.”

Eddie’s breath hitches in his chest.

“Yeah? Are you close?”

Steve’s mouth drops open. He just nods.

And it’s not like Eddie needed to ask — he can literally feel how close Steve is; he can barely pull himself off of his knot anymore.

“Yeah… C-Can I… Uhm…”

“Hm?”

Steve’s expression twists in agony, he’s trying so hard to keep himself in check right now, and it’s gotta be difficult to remember the unspoken rules of this little game they’re playing, the poor darling.

“I wanna… I want you to come inside me? Please?”

Jesus fucking Christ.

Eddie pauses. 

Freezes, more like it.

Then he scrambles.

He drops the grip he has on Steve’s knees and moves himself up, pushing and pulling their limbs until he’s arranged himself to his liking; until he’s seated on Steve like normal now, like he’s just riding him. Then he lays down.

Chest against chest.

Steve still buried all the way inside.

Then Eddie grabs Steve’s face with both hands and pulls him close, but stops right before their lips would meet in a kiss.

“I want you to raise your legs, and then I’m gonna fuck you,” Eddie hisses against his lips.

Steve nods shakily and does as he’s told. He pulls his legs up, which offers Eddie the perfect leverage to bounce against, which he immediately does, and it feels so fucking needy to just lay on top of him like this, rutting his dick against his tummy and shoving himself back on Steve’s cock.

Immediately, Steve’s arms wrap around him, both to embrace and to help pull Eddie up and down.

He can feel the way Steve’s shuddering with his impending orgasm beneath him. His abdominal muscles shivering every time Eddie pushes down against him, and his hips and thighs flexing from the effort of holding back, of not fucking into Eddie’s tight, wet body the way he’s probably dying to do at this point, but he’s not, because…

“You’re so fucking good, Steve. Taking me so well. D’you know that? How good you are?” Eddie hisses against his lips.

Steve’s eyes roll back, eyelids closing as his expression twists in pained pleasure. He’s so close.

“A-Ah… I’m good,” Steve repeats meekly.

“That’s right. And I’m gonna come inside you— I’m gonna— Fuck!"

Steve's facade shatters.

“E-Eddie, I’m gonna come. I'm gonna knot you. Can I—”

“Yeah, I want it. You feel so fuckin good.”

Steve just nods rapidly, and his mouth falls open as shuddering breath starts spilling from his lips. His hands have dug into Eddie’s back by now, and he’s just pulling him down against himself. He’s finally given up on the little role play, and now he’s just rutting his hips up against him, meeting Eddie halfway where he is rutting backwards, both of them stimulating each other on Steve’s knot right now, going fast and hard until Eddie feels it.

He feels the pleasure pooling like liquid heat inside, and finally, he feels the spark.

His mouth falls open, but he buries his sounds into Steve’s neck, moaning so loud that he just knows he’ll be embarrassed later, but right now he doesn’t care.

Steve’s knot is swelling inside him, putting pressure on all those spots that are already burning and spasming rhythmically through Eddie’s orgasm, which pushes him even deeper into it, and he knows he’s just clenching and clenching and clenching right now, which in turn is gonna do the same for Steve.

Eddie’s pleasure feeds his, and Steve’s pleasure feeds him.

Pleasure feeding pleasure in a never ending spiral, and he can’t get enough.

He feels Steve’s cock twitching inside him, and despite the lock of the knot, he can feel the trickle of his spend as he comes, and it only serves to make Eddie even noisier.

He muffles his sounds against Steve’s neck, against his mating bite, and that’s where he stays until he starts to come down.

He’s the first one to land. He knows that, because Steve’s gonna need another couple of minutes until his knot goes down. He still gently lifts his hips up to meet Eddie’s, still riding the stimulation until another orgasm hits and he goes still, whole body tensing as he pumps him full yet again.

Eddie wouldn’t trade this for anything.

There's something about being with Steve this way that just… appeals to him in a way he never would've guessed.

Maybe it's because he likes to see his husband feel good, or maybe it's something more primal, because he's so fucking fascinated with how even outside of rut, alphas are just built to breed.

And while Eddie's not particularly interested in being bred, it turns him on like fucking crazy to lay there and watch and feel Steve's body trying to do just that. Breed him.

He feels Steve relax again, but his hands are still gripping onto Eddie’s back tightly.

“Mmm… Do you think you’ve got one more in you?” Eddie asks softly, just because that’s what it kind of feels like. The underlying tension hasn’t left Steve’s body just yet.

“Yeah… One more, I think…”

“Okay,” Eddie whispers softly. He lets himself relax on top of Steve and presses his lips against his neck, peppering the skin around his mating bite with soft little kisses until he feels Steve’s breathing start to pick up again, and his hands push Eddie down while he pushes his cock upwards.

Eddie feels him bury his face into the top of Eddie’s head and breathe erratically through his nose through what’s hopefully his last orgasm.

Not that Eddie minds, but Steve’s told him once that two times is surprisingly fine, three times makes him pretty exhausted afterwards, but four? It’s only happened a few times, but Steve is gone afterwards, Eddie literally had to climb off of him himself.

Then, finally, he feels Steve slump fully into the mattress, relaxed and spent.

And Eddie joins him, fully letting his body relax on top of him.

Knot still swollen inside.

They stay like that for a few moments, both of them just catching their breaths while riding out those final shocks of pleasure.

It’s not until he feels Steve’s arms around him give a little squeeze again that he kind of snaps back to it. He wasn’t falling asleep, but it had been a close thing.

“Holy fuck,” Steve whispers softly. He sounds completely exhausted.

“Yeah… That was…”

“Fucking crazy?"

“Yeah,” Eddie says with a laugh. “I hope that was okay. I don't know what the fuck… What even came over me.”

“God, it was so okay. It was so fucking hot.”

Eddie laughs breathlessly, and he nuzzles into Steve's neck.

“Thank god. I was kinda worried… You know, you wouldn't like that. I almost froze up after I blurted it out.”

“Mmm… I'm glad you kept going, because I loved it.”

They fall silent for a few more moments, Steve in relaxation and Eddie deep in thought, because there's something he needs to say, but he's not quite sure how to phrase it.

But in the end, it’s not Eddie who gets around to do it first.

It’s Steve.

“So… Was that, like… Uh, sorry. This is a bit difficult to phrase.” He pauses for a few seconds, thumb rubbing over the warm and sweat-damp skin of Eddie's back. “Was that just… sexy role play, or is that something you've been thinking about?”

Eddie blinks.

“Uh...?”

“U-Uh… That… That you pretended to be an alpha. Is that something you've been thinking about?”

Oh.

“Oh. No. Or… I don't think so? I think I was just, uh, inspired.”

Steve laughs a little bit.

“I'll say. I was really inspired too.” He pushes his hips up a little bit, which jostles his knot where it's still locked inside. “I just… wanted to say that it would be okay, if it was something you wanted to explore.”

Eddie smiles a little. Buries it against the warm skin of Steve's neck.

“Thank you. I don't think it is, but… I'll think about it… sometime when I'm not so worn out.”

Steve laughs softly, and Eddie feels him nuzzle into the top of his head.

“I wore you out?”

Eddie laughs softly. “You did, yeah. You weren't kidding when you said it was gonna be a workout.”

Steve laughs softly too, then they fall into another moment or comfortable silence. Steve's lips are still pressed to the top of Eddie's head, and he's got his own resting against the warm, scarred skin of Steve's mating bite.

After a moment, Eddie sighs.

He hesitates for just a second, but by now, he knows how to ask this, because it helped that Steve brought up the topic of gender first.

“I just have to ask, uh… If that was okay for you. I mean, you transitioned to not be an omega anymore. So I hope that I didn't, like, cross any lines.”

After he speaks Steve goes silent for a few seconds, and Eddie hopes it's a good kind of silence, but it's impossible to tell since he's not able to see his expression.

Then Steve squeezes his arms around him a little tighter.

“It didn't cross any lines, but I don't… I can't explain why, but I felt totally okay with it. I think it’s because like… I know who I am now, and just… role playing something different for a moment isn't going to change that.”

“Right,” Eddie whispers softly.

“And you know that I like bottoming too, so… I literally have no complaints. It was fun, and I’d love to do it again.”

“Okay. Good.”

He feels himself breathe out a sigh of relief, and Steve laughs softly as he adjusts his arms that are still wrapped around Eddie’s back.

“Thank you, though. For making sure,” Steve whispers gently.

“Of course. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Eddie smiles. Presses a kiss to the scar that he left on Steve’s neck, and then they stay like that.

They stay until Steve’s knot goes down, and they move only to help clean each other up, before settling back in each other's arms to rest, and once again, Eddie cannot believe how incredibly lucky he is.

He's got the sweetest, kindest, hottest, most understanding partner you could ever dream of, and for some reason, Steve looks at him like he hung the moon and stars.

Eddie loves him so much.

And Steve loves him back.