Not Real. (Kas Theory - Steddie.)

𝘕𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺. (013)

(Author's Note; i made this chapter WAY longer than it was supposed to be but whatever- anygay, mentions of @nal sex, @nal f1ng3ring, m@sturbat10n, gr1nd1ng, bl00d, & biting. enjoy your read<3)

April 11th, Thursday, 1986. Steve Harrington's House.
12:06 PM.

Steve was laying in his big bed, his face stuffed into his pillow as the fan above him on the ceiling was blasting. Steve was only in his boxers, sweating like crazy.

It was way too hot today, especially for Steve. He was quite sensitive to temperature. Steve had already eaten breakfast with Eddie, now all alone in his bed.

Eddie was downstairs doing his own thing, probably rewatching the same movie over & over again. It was like a daily routine for him.

Steve moved around a little, yawning. The sheets smelled like a mix of the two men. Like smoke & cheap cologne. Steve hummed, inhaling the smell.

The only thing on his mind right now was Eddie. He couldn't stop thinking about him ever since yesterday. He just wanted him so badly.

It wasn't just lust, but it was love. He wanted so much more of Eddie since he couldn't get enough of him. He was too sweet. Too pretty.

Steve felt like he was in love with him at this point. He had started appearing in his dreams last night & became attached to him.

(smut starts here)

His heart raced just taking in the smell, his eyes closed as he thought about Eddie. Steve bit down on his bottom lip as he turned his head to the side, rutting against the bed.

He let out a quiet whimper, stuffing his face back into his pillow. Steve inhaled, rocking his hips once more. A low moan left his throat, his pillow muffling it.

Steve kept going, desiring more friction as he thought about Eddie. He wanted to be touched by him, to feel his hands all over him. Steve squeezed his eyes shut, whining as he rutted against the sheets.

He slowly & clumsily slipped off his boxers, his stomach churning. Steve threw them into the floor with his pants & shirt, completely naked now.

Desiring more friction, he thrusted into the sheets. Steve moaned again, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Another thrust. He tried to muffle his moans.

Steve's breathing was unstable already, moaning & whining into the pillow. Apparently, he got a little too loud. "Steve, you okay?!" Eddie yelled from downstairs.

The younger man thrusted again, loudly moaning into the pillow at the feeling of the sheets scratching against his dick. He shakily whispered, 'fuck'.

"Steve?!" Eddie called out again. Steve whimpered before replying, "I'm okay, don't worry!" Eddie then went quiet, going back to whatever he was doing.

A bead of precum grew at the tip of his dick. Steve moaned into the pillow, thrusting even faster. He whimpered as he grabbed the pillow, putting it under him.

Steve took in a deep breath as his dick laid onto the cold pillow. He started to thrust again, arching his back. Steve bit down on his bottom lip, breathing heavily as he rutted against the pillow.

He moaned Eddie's name into the sheets, "Eddie!" He squeezed the sides of the pillow with his legs, going faster. His cock was so hard to the point where it ached. He needed Eddie right now.

Steve suddenly heard footsteps down the hall, but he didn't stop. He just kept thrusting into the pillow as he whined. Suddenly the door opened, "Steve, what is going o-"