Master of Puppets | Steddie

I'm Yours

The morning rays stir him awake. His body aches from yesterday's adventures, matching burns in the back of his throat and hole, but Eddie doesn't find he minds all that much. Eyes heavy with sleep, Eddie attempts to turn on his back, but is stopped in his tracks. He opens his eyes partially, spotting tan, toned arms wrapped tightly around his midsection. His heart stutters, a small smile coming to play on his lips. He attempts to turn again, wanting to see Steve's morning face, but is faced with further resistance. His arms tighten around his waist, his nose nuzzling in the back of Eddie's curls.

"Stop moving, Munson. Comfy.." He mumbles sleepily. His hand starts to trace Eddie's abdomen absentmindedly as he tries to chase slumber.

"Want to see you." Eddie whispers, his hand running soft lines up and down Steve's forearm. Normally, he would be embarrassed to admit that to his past lovers, but then again, they've all been only short flings. He's not really sure what he and Steve are, but he knows he's not just a fling. He also knows he can trust the man with his life, has done before with Vecna, so an act of vulnerability isn't that big of a deal. Steve gives him one last squeeze, before he allows him to turn. His arms immediately envelop Eddie's waist again, pulling their bodies flush tight. Eddie can feel Steve's morning wood heavy against his thigh. He blushes as he lets his hand come up to Steve's neck, holding it gently as his thumb rubs affectionate circles in his sleep flushed cheeks.

"Bet you regret asking to see me now that you've seen how horrendous my morning hair is." Steve jokes sleepily. His voice is husky and thickly laced with drowsiness. His hair is standing up in all directions, the freshly washed locks shining gold in the morning sun. He watches Eddie study him with hooded eyes, the whites tinged pink from dreaming. Eddie shakes his head (well, as best as he can on a pillow), in disagreement with Steve's accusation.

"It's beautiful." Eddie whispers, eyes boring into Steve's admiringly as he utters the next part, "You're beautiful."

Steve's lips quirk at the corners, his eyes searching Eddie's, bursting with fascination for the older male. He leans in slowly, his lips encasing Eddie's. The kiss is tender and lazy, very different to the ones they've been sharing since the start of this whole adventure between them. If Eddie wasn't mistaken, this is the type of kiss you share with someone you like. Like, a lot. But Eddie must be mistaken right? He's not exactly sure what they are and he knows Steve wouldn't play him like a toy, but he's not really sure where that leaves them standing.

"What're you thinking about?" Steve pulls away, but keeps his lips close to Eddie's. A hand comes up to move Eddie's hair away from his face, leaning in to place a soft kiss at the corner of his lips, "I can practically hear the cogs turning in your brain." He giggles and fuck Eddie could've died happy there and then just from hearing that sound alone. He didn't want to break the morning affection, but he knew that now was as good a time as ever to ask Steve about exactly what this is.

"What are we?" Eddie says shyly. "Like, I'm not saying you have to be my boyfriend or anything, but I just need some clarification, you know?" Fuck, Eddie knows he's about to ramble, practically feel the word vomit bubble out of him, "Because as far as I was aware, and Robin for that matter, you were completely straight and I had no chance with you. And like, I don't know if you could tell, but I've been crushing on you since High School, which is very embarrassing I admit but oh well, I've fucking said it now. But now all of a sudden, you're all over me and making me beg and plead to be touched, which is driving me crazy and gets me so horny, but I keep getting confused because I'm not good with flings, and I also really don't want to just be used for your experimentation era because I don't think my heart could handle it, so I just really need you to tell me-"