TRIGGER WARNING: Anal sex, Unprotected sex, anal fingering, mirror sex, consensual sex (duh), bottom Steve! Top Eddie! Husbands!
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Breathing heavily, panting into eachothers mouths. Making out on their bed. Steve straddling Eddie. Eddie's hands on Steve's hips, Steve's hands in Eddie's hair, tugging and grabbing. Eddie pulled off Steve's lips and moved his mouth to Steve's neck leaving marks. Nipping at the skin with his teeth then soothing the mark with his tounge.
He pulled away again to lift Steve's shirt off. Steve raised his arms to help. The second his shirt hit the floor Eddie's mouth was on his collarbone sucking hickeys into the tender flesh. Steve moaned softly and started rocking his hips on Eddie's hard on. Eddie pulled his hips back and fourth, Steve grinding on him.
Steve pulled away to look Eddie in the eyes, "fuck me. Please Eds" Steve whispered. Eddie looked him up and down and pulled his shirt over his head. Steve stood up and removed his pants amd boxers. He got down on his knees to remove Eddie's aswell. Eddie liked his lips and smiled, lifting his hips uo to make it easier for the other to remove his pants.
Eddie leaned over and grabbed the lube off the nightstand. Steve pushed Eddie, his back colliding with the mattress. Steve climbed up and hovered over him. He leaned forward to kiss Eddie, tounge tracing his inner lips the shoving it into his mouth. All while do this Eddie had blindly slicked up his fingers.
Steve shuddered as they traced around rim. He plunged one of them into his lover pulling out a low moan. Working him open, adding more fingers. Steve moaned into Eddie's mouth, struggling to hold himself up. "I-im ready, just please. I need you in me Ed's." Steve whined.
Eddie rolled Steve off of him and stood up. He grabbed the floor length mirror by the closet and set it up across the bed. He walked back and sat on the bed, Steve looked a little confused but just wanted Eddie to get the fuck in him. Eddie sat on the bed and gestured for Steve to come stand infront of him. He turned Steve around to where he was facing the mirror.
"Sit on my lap, baby." Eddie whispered. Steve happily obliged sitting back on Eddie. Eddie lifted Steve's hips and slowly lower him down. Sinking down on Eddie's hard cock sent waves of pleasure through Steve. "Ed's oh God" he whined. He was panting once he was fully seated wanting more. Longing for the glorious friction.
His hips were rocking and Eddie's hands were planted on them. Looking up at himself in the mirror Steve froze. A flush had spread down his chest and thighs. But when he looked at Eddie in the mirror he was sure he could blow his load right then and there. Eddie's head was rolled back, his hands God his fucking hands. Steve shuddered as he lifted his hips slightly and dropping them back down.
"Oh fuck." Eddie moaned. Steve started bouncing up and down on Eddie's cock. With every bounce his prostate was jabbed, punching out breaths and moans. He reached back to grab Eddie's neck clawing at it. Tangling his fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. "M-more Ed's! I need more." And oh boy did Eddie deliver. Grabbing one of Steve's legs, lifting it up to create a gap between them.
He thrust up into him again and again punching his prostate dead on every fucking time. Steve couldn't breathe, just loud moans amd cries spilling from his mouth uncontrollably. "EDDIE!" He cried out. Eddie looked up into the mirror and he could have exploded right there.
Steve's leg was held up and in between his legs was Eddie's cock plunging in and out of him. His head thrown back on Eddie's shoulder. Eyes squeezes shut, one of his arms squeezing Eddie's neck. The other joining Eddie's at his leg. Steve's cock was slapping his own stomach with every thrust, it leaking with precome.
Was it a sight or what?
"F-fuck Stevie. You have no clue what you do to me." Eddie whined.
Eddie grabbed Steve's chin with his free hand pulling it down to look unto the mirror. "Look at yourself." Eddie whispered. Steve could fucking cry he was so close but he didn't want this to end.
"Look at you. All fucked out... so beautiful love." Eddie's voice and words was pushing Steve farther and farther over the edge. He looked at himself. Being fucked. Good and hard like he liked it. He grabbed Eddie's hand and moved it down to his throat. Eddie understood what he wanted and was happy to give him just that.
Adding pressure to his lovers throat, and groaning in his ear. "Come for me sweetheart." With one more thrust. One more jab at his prostate streams of milky fluids came pouring out of Steve's cock. Eddie never slowed his pace, milking his orgasm for all of its worth.
Eddie was so close. He glanced back up at Steve's face. So fucking beautiful he could stare at it all day. He tensed up and released. That sweet release painting his lovers insides. "Mmmnn" Steve mumbled. Eddie kissed his neck, between the kisses he muttered "you okay my love?" "Better than ok" Steve smiled. "I don't think I can walk though." Steve mumbled.
"That's the point" Eddie grinned.
He held Steve hips, lifting then a little so he could pull out. Steve whimpered at the loss. Slowly lowering his leg and pulling them down on the bed together. They could both feel the mess leaking Steve's hole. Neither really minded.
Both men were fucking exhausted. Tired and satisfied. They had managed to climb up laying their heads up by the pillows. Eddie spooned Steve holding his hips close to him. He kissed his neck and shoulders, they giggled softly like little girls. Feeling like stupid teenage boys again. Eddie whispered sweet nothings into his lovers ear in between kisses.
These two were everything. Everyone knew that. Steve was Eddie's. Eddie was Steve's. They wouldn't have it any other way. Drifting to sleep, happy and safe in the others arms.
