I'm just trying to figure out, [he still says between kisses and crap, it is really, really hot that she's just kissing right him now. There's nothing shy or hesitant about Eddie's mouth and Steve could maybe just kiss her forever.] if this is a regular thing?
[He sucks softly on Eddie's lower lip before releasing it with a huffing moan for the curl of her fingers into his waistband. His dick twitches; it's happy about the prospect and Steve can't exactly argue at this point, doesn't want to. He wants her to touch him too much to even pretend to be a gentleman.] Or, [he breathes out,] or if maybe I just gave you the best orgasm you've ever had?
[Steve doesn't pull back but surely Eddie can feel the smile spread across his mouth.]
[ She grumbles at him, kissing him a little more firmly as she licks at the corner of his mouth like he likes to do, a laugh swallowed somewhere between them. ]
Oh my god, shut up. [ That's a yes, by the way. She feels like she's floating still, the brief pulse of shame washed away by the way Steve presses into her, the smug pleasure in his voice as he teases her, the way he's kissing her like he can't imagine ever stopping.
In a lot of Eddie's experience, she's always felt a little bit removed from the action, aware of how she looks or thinking about what she should do next, her mind going a million miles a minute like she's leading a campaign and needs to keep everything on track for the action to play out properly. It's really fucking hard to keep that going right now.
She pops open the button of his jeans and yanks down his zipper before sliding her hand inside his pants without preamble, curling her fingers around the hot silky weight of him and moaning as her belly clenches. ]
[Oh it's definitely a yes and Steve is going to hang onto that yes for the rest of his life, he's gonna tell his kids about that yes (when they're old enough), he will have that yes carved into his tombstone.
... or, yanno, he'll just whack off to it forever.
The little laugh on Steve's mouth chokes off for Eddie's hand around him and his lips lose the rhythm of the kiss for a moment as his dick throbs and his balls jump and his skin tightens.] Jesus christ Eddie, [he breathes out, hips hitching. Against the subway tile his hands curl into fists.]
[ Eddie's got big hands, manly hands, and she doesn't help that impression by chewing her nails short and wearing big heavy rings and not making any effort to minimize the calluses that harden her fingertips. Why would she? Having long nails and soft fingertips would make playing the guitar harder, and as she previously demonstrated, the rings aren't just because they look metal as hell. They're practical. They're protective.
Steve fits comfortably in her palm, and she's a little bit regretful that he's still pressing her back against the wall and she still has her arm hooked around his neck, that she doesn't want to stop kissing him for the world, because this is the second time they've had sex and she still hasn't gotten a good look at it.
He's so good-looking, surely his dick looks good too, right? It has to. ]
Yeah, that's it. [ She knows he likes her dirty mouth, how she'll let the words just run out of her without any attempt to filter at all. ] Does that feel good, Stevie? Tell me what you want from me, baby, let me make you feel good.
[Big hands don't make them manly and Steve certainly isn't mistaking the hand wrapped around him as anything other than what it is: Eddie's. And her just holding onto him like she's holding onto the stick shift of a car at a red light makes him feel faintly crazy, especially when she starts talking. His hips shift again, trying to get any relief, any build.
A sound crawls up his throat, too frustrated to be just a grunt. Steve drops his forehead to her shoulder, panting quietly.] C'mon, Eddie. Just-- c'mon. [He holds back the 'please' he doesn't want to say, doesn't want to beg, he just wants something. Anything.]
[ She's not trying to be mean, but the way Steve hitches his hips into her hand, his cock sliding against her palm, makes her feel almost as good and strong as she feels when she's on stage, even if the venue is so much smaller. She has a demonstrated addictive personality. It ould be all too easy to get addicted to this feeling.
He groans into her shoulder and she finds herself making a cooing, soothing noise, turning her face towards him and pressing a chaste little kiss to his cheek. ]
Christ, [he just says again, this time it's a full moan. Does he want to fuck her? Yes. Just-- yes. But not in this freaking bathroom
(watch the softness, Steve)
and not with her boots on
(that little tug behind his ribs demands better)
but just because the angle would be bad and she's already come and Steve definitely doesn't want Eddie to feel like she owes him. So instead of trying to find a way to say any of that without admitting anything in particular, Steve turns his face into her neck and kisses it, bites softly at it-- even as he drops one hand to Eddie's breast. He cups her through the soft cotton and rubs a thumb across her nipple.]
[ Yeah, she could get used to that noise he makes, too. He doesn't continue, though, just tucks his face in against her throat and sets his teeth to her skin, undoubtedly getting the salt of her sweat all over his tongue. The fact that he doesn't say anything is a little confusing; she had kind of assumed the answer would be a resounding yes. Maybe a yes please if he was feeling particularly good.
Shifting her arm around his shoulder, she sinks her hand into his hair again and gives it a little tug, since she knows that's one sure-fire way to get a reaction from him. ]
Steve. [ She pulls her hand oh-so slowly up the length of his cock, twisting her wrist to keep a firm grip on him. ] I want it. Don't you want it too?
[It's unfair how much he likes her fingers in his hair. As soon as Eddie tugs, Steve's mouth falls away from her neck and he moans-- a sound that immediately and embarrassingly chokes and fractures into little pieces as she tugs up way too slowly on his dick.]
Yes, [he gasps out, hauling himself out of the the warmth of her neck to find those dark eyes.] Of course I do of course I freaking do-- [Steve bites at Eddie's mouth, her lips, licks his way between them for a brief moment] --but. [He breathes against her and curses himself in his head, thumping his fist against the wall lightly.
And then I want it finally sinks in and Steve's eyes hood.]
[ There he is. The way Steve moans against her skin, the way he chokes and whimpers makes her cunt clench hungrily, and goddammit, there's a condom somewhere in all her stuff but she has no idea where, and the idea of letting go of Steve for long enough to find it sounds like a nightmare.
But she really does want to fuck him, wants him to fuck her, wants to feel him straining against her, his breath loud in her ear, his skin hot on her tongue.
Fuck, she's pretty sure there's no way she can get any wetter after all that, but if it were possible, she's dripping now, swollen and messy and so hot, squirming a little as Steve pulls back to look at her like she's speaking Japanese.
It gives her an idea. Not the Japanese part, but the squirming. ] Get your pants down, [ is all she says instead of the obvious response of of course I fucking do, you idiot. Pulling her hand out of his pants is a shame, but it does mean she can help him shove his jeans and underwear down over his hips, a little awkward as they try to negotiate getting his erection out without hurting anyone, and then she can't help grinning at him sharply, fitting her palms to his hip bones as she looks down at the hard curve of his cock. ]
I was right. [ Laughing, she lifts her hand and spits into her palm, before curling her fingers around him again, smearing her saliva over his length so she slide of her hand isn't catching dryly on his skin. ] Big boy.
[There's just stammering obedience as Steve's brain struggles to follow along and his eyebrows come together because he doesn't have a condom and he doesn't know how they're going to have sex in here anyway when she can't lift a leg without having to sit down and take off her shoes but his hands are helping with his pants because Eddie's are setting the precedence and then she's grinning which actually causing his cock to twitch against his stomach but it's not until she spits into her hand that he knows he's going to die. She's going to kill him and honestly maybe he's okay with it.]
Jesus christ. [Seem to be the only word that he can dredge up for a moment when she puts her hand on him; Steve's hands smack against the tiles and his head falls back as his eyes close. He's so turned on that he can't even pretend to preen at the compliment. His dick might not be immediately dripping but that's only because there's a damp spot on his underwear.] Eddie. [It's a groan, a regret,] I don't have anything on me. [Steve drops his chin and forces his eyes open.
God she's something. Look at her.] Protection I mean, I don't have any.
[ This really is a good look for him, this slightly-stunned acquiescence, Steve's brain clearly lacking in blood flow so other, more insistent parts of him can take the lead.
Even just last month she could never have pictured in all seriousness something like this happening. And yet here she is, easing the waistband of his boxers down over his flushed and weeping cock, going so far as to carefully tug it down far enough that it won't squash his balls. Never let it be said that Eddie Munson isn't a considerate lover, okay. She's very considerate. Especially considerate of the fact that Steve clearly wants this as much as she does, and it makes her touch even more eager than it was before, her chest heaving quickly as she sucks in deep breaths to try and regulate herself. ]
I know, baby, I know. [ She's not going to say something about the condom she has on her somewhere; she doesn't want Steve to stop. Instead, she shuffles her feet closer together, pressing her knees tight and rising up on her toes just a little bit so that her pelvis tilts higher than it was before, giving his cock one last stroke before notching the head against her pressed-together thighs. ] Like this. You got me so wet, Stevie, don't you want to enjoy it too?
[ They can do it Oxford-style. She's never tried it before, but it sounds like fun, and it'll mean she'll get to keep holding Steve as close to her as she wants. ]
[As Eddie guides him against her, suddenly snug and warm, Steve slumps forward with an indrawn breath and a hitch of hips that he couldn't control if he tried. It's not sex but that's the furthest thought from his mind as he thrusts again, shoving into the tight place made by the press of her thighs and then it's wet; Steve makes a strangled sound for how good it feels.] Eddie. [Her name is just a desperate sort of whine that he can't even hear himself make.
His arms drop from the wall to Eddie's waist and it dumps them back a few inches to the tile with a lurch. Steve's mouth is on hers, sweet and sloppy and hungry, and his hands spread across her lower back, pulling her forward, urging her back to arch.
It's awkward, the tangle of pants, bumping knees, the precarious slip of wet skin. Steve grunts as he pops free by accident but it's easy, too easy, to push back into that accommodating spot. He tries to take it slow, he really does. To ease in.]
[ She doesn't want him to take it slow. She wants exactly what he's giving her instead, the way he lurches up against her once his arms fall and he loses that brace for his body, the way his belly presses against hers as he grabs at her waist and her back and tries to pull her closer, the way his mouth is open and sloppy-wet against hers, the maddening slide of his cock between her thighs.
She moans into his mouth when he whines out her name, letting her hands drop down to grab at his ass instead of his shoulders, her fingertips digging into the muscle flexing under his skin to try to guide the rhythm of his hips as he thrusts between her thighs and drags the ridge of his cockhead over her slick slit. ]
Yeah, that's it. [ She rocks on her toes a little, pressing her hips closer as she pulls him into her, the dull sound of her belt jangling rhythmically in counterpoint to their harsh breathing acting as a soundtrack to what they're doing, echoing off all the tile around them. She tries as much as possible to keep her thighs tensed, to keep them together so Steve has something to thrust between, pressing close to keep him exactly where the slide is slickest, helped along by all his hard work from before. ] That's perfect, Steve, you feel so good. Think next time we'll manage to do this properly? I'm going to be thinking about it nonstop, how good it'll feel when you finally fuck me, when you push that big cock inside me, god. I can't wait.
[He wasn't bound to last long but Eddie is a goddamn force of nature and Steve is way too wound up. Rough noises scrabble up his throat as he fucks against her, the air between them humid from quick breath and sweat. His thrusts get shorter, harder, his stomach tensing as his balls draw up hot and heavy and her freaking mouth--
Steve's breath catches in his throat as he comes with a jerk, his fingers spasming tight around her waist to keep Eddie close and his body throbbing its release between her legs. He shudders with the feeling and the jostle earns a groan as slick flesh catches soft against him again. His cock aches and tries to wring dry with a final twitch or two of his hips before Steve buries his face in her neck and hauls in hard breath.
He might not be able to recall his name if prompted right now, but he knows hers. His ragged pulse beats a tattoo of it against his eardrums.]
[ Conventional wisdom states that she should be making fun of him for not taking very long, but he's been hard for a good while now, and also, she doesn't give a fuck about conventional wisdom; that was hot as fuck.
She has a feeling anything they do together is going to be hot as fuck, and doesn't that bode well for their future?
The sounds he make vibrate through her like Carl's bass did when she was on stage, lighting her up from the inside, digging deep into her bones. She can't help moaning along with him when he finally jerks roughly against her, his fingers digging in sharply to her sides, almost painful where they press on her scars but she doesn't care, not when she can feel the hot pulses of his come striping the inside of her thighs as he tries to push his cock in deeper and deeper between her legs.
He collapses against her, his face pressed into her neck, his breath whistling over her collarbones. Squeezing his ass again, just because she likes how it feels in her hands, she slides her hands up his back, slipping them under his sweater so she can pet his sweaty skin and heaving sides, and holds him close as he tries to catch his breath, her thighs still nestled tightly around his cock, their knees still pressed against each other. ]
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Date: 2022-09-11 12:37 pm (UTC)[He sucks softly on Eddie's lower lip before releasing it with a huffing moan for the curl of her fingers into his waistband. His dick twitches; it's happy about the prospect and Steve can't exactly argue at this point, doesn't want to. He wants her to touch him too much to even pretend to be a gentleman.] Or, [he breathes out,] or if maybe I just gave you the best orgasm you've ever had?
[Steve doesn't pull back but surely Eddie can feel the smile spread across his mouth.]
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Date: 2022-09-11 12:50 pm (UTC)Oh my god, shut up. [ That's a yes, by the way. She feels like she's floating still, the brief pulse of shame washed away by the way Steve presses into her, the smug pleasure in his voice as he teases her, the way he's kissing her like he can't imagine ever stopping.
In a lot of Eddie's experience, she's always felt a little bit removed from the action, aware of how she looks or thinking about what she should do next, her mind going a million miles a minute like she's leading a campaign and needs to keep everything on track for the action to play out properly. It's really fucking hard to keep that going right now.
She pops open the button of his jeans and yanks down his zipper before sliding her hand inside his pants without preamble, curling her fingers around the hot silky weight of him and moaning as her belly clenches. ]
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Date: 2022-09-11 01:07 pm (UTC)... or, yanno, he'll just whack off to it forever.
The little laugh on Steve's mouth chokes off for Eddie's hand around him and his lips lose the rhythm of the kiss for a moment as his dick throbs and his balls jump and his skin tightens.] Jesus christ Eddie, [he breathes out, hips hitching. Against the subway tile his hands curl into fists.]
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Date: 2022-09-11 01:22 pm (UTC)Steve fits comfortably in her palm, and she's a little bit regretful that he's still pressing her back against the wall and she still has her arm hooked around his neck, that she doesn't want to stop kissing him for the world, because this is the second time they've had sex and she still hasn't gotten a good look at it.
He's so good-looking, surely his dick looks good too, right? It has to. ]
Yeah, that's it. [ She knows he likes her dirty mouth, how she'll let the words just run out of her without any attempt to filter at all. ] Does that feel good, Stevie? Tell me what you want from me, baby, let me make you feel good.
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Date: 2022-09-11 05:03 pm (UTC)A sound crawls up his throat, too frustrated to be just a grunt. Steve drops his forehead to her shoulder, panting quietly.] C'mon, Eddie. Just-- c'mon. [He holds back the 'please' he doesn't want to say, doesn't want to beg, he just wants something. Anything.]
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Date: 2022-09-11 05:14 pm (UTC)He groans into her shoulder and she finds herself making a cooing, soothing noise, turning her face towards him and pressing a chaste little kiss to his cheek. ]
Do you want to fuck me?
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Date: 2022-09-11 05:42 pm (UTC)(watch the softness, Steve)
and not with her boots on
(that little tug behind his ribs demands better)
but just because the angle would be bad and she's already come and Steve definitely doesn't want Eddie to feel like she owes him. So instead of trying to find a way to say any of that without admitting anything in particular, Steve turns his face into her neck and kisses it, bites softly at it-- even as he drops one hand to Eddie's breast. He cups her through the soft cotton and rubs a thumb across her nipple.]
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Date: 2022-09-11 05:56 pm (UTC)Shifting her arm around his shoulder, she sinks her hand into his hair again and gives it a little tug, since she knows that's one sure-fire way to get a reaction from him. ]
Steve. [ She pulls her hand oh-so slowly up the length of his cock, twisting her wrist to keep a firm grip on him. ] I want it. Don't you want it too?
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Date: 2022-09-11 06:47 pm (UTC)Yes, [he gasps out, hauling himself out of the the warmth of her neck to find those dark eyes.] Of course I do of course I freaking do-- [Steve bites at Eddie's mouth, her lips, licks his way between them for a brief moment] --but. [He breathes against her and curses himself in his head, thumping his fist against the wall lightly.
And then I want it finally sinks in and Steve's eyes hood.]
You do?
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Date: 2022-09-11 07:06 pm (UTC)But she really does want to fuck him, wants him to fuck her, wants to feel him straining against her, his breath loud in her ear, his skin hot on her tongue.
Fuck, she's pretty sure there's no way she can get any wetter after all that, but if it were possible, she's dripping now, swollen and messy and so hot, squirming a little as Steve pulls back to look at her like she's speaking Japanese.
It gives her an idea. Not the Japanese part, but the squirming. ] Get your pants down, [ is all she says instead of the obvious response of of course I fucking do, you idiot. Pulling her hand out of his pants is a shame, but it does mean she can help him shove his jeans and underwear down over his hips, a little awkward as they try to negotiate getting his erection out without hurting anyone, and then she can't help grinning at him sharply, fitting her palms to his hip bones as she looks down at the hard curve of his cock. ]
I was right. [ Laughing, she lifts her hand and spits into her palm, before curling her fingers around him again, smearing her saliva over his length so she slide of her hand isn't catching dryly on his skin. ] Big boy.
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Date: 2022-09-11 07:44 pm (UTC)Jesus christ. [Seem to be the only word that he can dredge up for a moment when she puts her hand on him; Steve's hands smack against the tiles and his head falls back as his eyes close. He's so turned on that he can't even pretend to preen at the compliment. His dick might not be immediately dripping but that's only because there's a damp spot on his underwear.] Eddie. [It's a groan, a regret,] I don't have anything on me. [Steve drops his chin and forces his eyes open.
God she's something. Look at her.] Protection I mean, I don't have any.
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Date: 2022-09-11 08:26 pm (UTC)Even just last month she could never have pictured in all seriousness something like this happening. And yet here she is, easing the waistband of his boxers down over his flushed and weeping cock, going so far as to carefully tug it down far enough that it won't squash his balls. Never let it be said that Eddie Munson isn't a considerate lover, okay. She's very considerate. Especially considerate of the fact that Steve clearly wants this as much as she does, and it makes her touch even more eager than it was before, her chest heaving quickly as she sucks in deep breaths to try and regulate herself. ]
I know, baby, I know. [ She's not going to say something about the condom she has on her somewhere; she doesn't want Steve to stop. Instead, she shuffles her feet closer together, pressing her knees tight and rising up on her toes just a little bit so that her pelvis tilts higher than it was before, giving his cock one last stroke before notching the head against her pressed-together thighs. ] Like this. You got me so wet, Stevie, don't you want to enjoy it too?
[ They can do it Oxford-style. She's never tried it before, but it sounds like fun, and it'll mean she'll get to keep holding Steve as close to her as she wants. ]
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Date: 2022-09-11 09:59 pm (UTC)His arms drop from the wall to Eddie's waist and it dumps them back a few inches to the tile with a lurch. Steve's mouth is on hers, sweet and sloppy and hungry, and his hands spread across her lower back, pulling her forward, urging her back to arch.
It's awkward, the tangle of pants, bumping knees, the precarious slip of wet skin. Steve grunts as he pops free by accident but it's easy, too easy, to push back into that accommodating spot. He tries to take it slow, he really does. To ease in.]
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Date: 2022-09-11 10:18 pm (UTC)She moans into his mouth when he whines out her name, letting her hands drop down to grab at his ass instead of his shoulders, her fingertips digging into the muscle flexing under his skin to try to guide the rhythm of his hips as he thrusts between her thighs and drags the ridge of his cockhead over her slick slit. ]
Yeah, that's it. [ She rocks on her toes a little, pressing her hips closer as she pulls him into her, the dull sound of her belt jangling rhythmically in counterpoint to their harsh breathing acting as a soundtrack to what they're doing, echoing off all the tile around them. She tries as much as possible to keep her thighs tensed, to keep them together so Steve has something to thrust between, pressing close to keep him exactly where the slide is slickest, helped along by all his hard work from before. ] That's perfect, Steve, you feel so good. Think next time we'll manage to do this properly? I'm going to be thinking about it nonstop, how good it'll feel when you finally fuck me, when you push that big cock inside me, god. I can't wait.
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Date: 2022-09-11 10:31 pm (UTC)Steve's breath catches in his throat as he comes with a jerk, his fingers spasming tight around her waist to keep Eddie close and his body throbbing its release between her legs. He shudders with the feeling and the jostle earns a groan as slick flesh catches soft against him again. His cock aches and tries to wring dry with a final twitch or two of his hips before Steve buries his face in her neck and hauls in hard breath.
He might not be able to recall his name if prompted right now, but he knows hers. His ragged pulse beats a tattoo of it against his eardrums.]
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Date: 2022-09-11 10:48 pm (UTC)She has a feeling anything they do together is going to be hot as fuck, and doesn't that bode well for their future?
The sounds he make vibrate through her like Carl's bass did when she was on stage, lighting her up from the inside, digging deep into her bones. She can't help moaning along with him when he finally jerks roughly against her, his fingers digging in sharply to her sides, almost painful where they press on her scars but she doesn't care, not when she can feel the hot pulses of his come striping the inside of her thighs as he tries to push his cock in deeper and deeper between her legs.
He collapses against her, his face pressed into her neck, his breath whistling over her collarbones. Squeezing his ass again, just because she likes how it feels in her hands, she slides her hands up his back, slipping them under his sweater so she can pet his sweaty skin and heaving sides, and holds him close as he tries to catch his breath, her thighs still nestled tightly around his cock, their knees still pressed against each other. ]