Sweet Child O' Mine - Eddie Munson & Y/N

4 - Stoking the Fire*

❗️Smut
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I walk Eddie into my parents living room, his brain flooding with a thousand memories of us in this house together as he watches me follow the same old routine of locking the front door, grabbing two beers and a snack from the kitchen and taking a seat on the right hand side of the couch - the exact routine I did when I lived here and he'd come home with me. It makes him smile to see the familiarity he never thought he'd see again, just by completing a simple task like that, I'd made his night. He takes a seat next to me on the couch and I immediately fall into his side and cuddle up against him, sitting in the silence of the sleepy house together, just enjoying being around each other again. "I've never stopped loving you, Harrington. You know that, right?" he sighs as his fingers trace circles over my shoulder,
"I hoped you'd say that, Eddie... I still love you as much as I ever did." I admit, burying my head deeper into his chest. I listen as his heartbeat starts pounding through his chest, growing stronger as I reach across and take his free hand in mine, peppering his knuckles in tender kisses. "I'm sorry I didn't wait for you..." my voice cracks as I give him a long overdue apology, he peppers my head with little kisses as he holds me tighter,
"You needed to go, and I needed that kick in the pants to actually graduate... I'm sorry I let you down, you were always enough of a reason, I guess I just didn't see it." I hear him choke back sobs as he talks. I hate myself everyday for what I did to him, and I wonder what life would have been like if I'd have stayed another year and we had Juno here, together.

After a few more moments of peace, Eddie repeats his actions at the diner, using his ring clad hand to direct my lips towards his in another deeply heated kiss. I turn and wrap my arms around his neck again as my leg grazes across his lap, his free hand then helps me up so I'm straddling his lap, the kiss becoming so deep it consumes us both, causing us to moan against each other's lips. Our hands start roaming across the clothed bodies, the kiss unwavering until Eddie finally breaks it, "Bedroom?" he gasps before latching his lips onto my awaiting neck causing me to moan again.
"No." I sharply reply with a lust filled certainty to my voice, "Here. Right here. Like we used to!" I pant as his kisses against my neck become desperate. My hips start to slowly grind over his lap, the centre seam of his jeans brushing against my tights and underwear perfectly, sending flourishes of pleasure through my core as I feel his cock growing harder in his jeans. He lets a few hushed groans slip as I keep the pace up on his lap, my hands clinging around his neck as his wander across my chest and up my shirt, eventually pulling the shirt over my head, dropping it to the floor beside us. As I keep grinding I feel him buck his hips, pushing his clothed erection harder against my concealed core. I claw at his shirt before before finally tugging it over his head and dumping it down on the floor with mine, I sit in awe at his amazing body I never thought I'd see again, my fingers tracing across the artwork permanently etched to his soft skin.

My hands fumble with his belt and jeans, desperately clawing them open and with a slight shimmy on his part I'm able to get them down enough to release his impressive cock. Ughh, I can't believe I ever said goodbye to this. Eddie's the only guy I've ever slept with but even I know that his cock is a work of fucking art, a masterpiece that I've memorised every inch of, I still see every vein and curve when I close my eyes at night, right down the little brown freckle sitting near the base. Eddie's cock filling me so perfectly, like it was made just for me was something I've missed since the second I broke his fucking heart. I paw at Eddie's throbbing cock eliciting a string of guttural moans that he tries to suppress against my neck, his hand now wandering between my thighs as I feel his fingers brush the nylon of my tights. "I'll buy you knew ones!" he breathes causing my face to contort with arousal and confusion until I hear the sound of his fingers tearing the nylon open, his fingers quickly lacing around the fabric covering my dripping desperation making me gasp and writhe against his digits.