The Technicality of Teeth

Steve Harrington's Perfect Sex Life pt 1

When Steve finally settled partially back into his body, Eddie had sat him up on the bathroom vanity and cleaned his face, neck, and legs with a soft, warm cloth. He'd also stripped him down and was in the process of redressing him in the outfit that he'd laid out earlier in the day. He became aware of all of these things slowly, stimulation filtering through his blissful pocket of subspace as Eddie worked in front of him. Steve blinked his eyes once, twice, three times before he nuzzled forward to find Eddie's pulse with his nose, breathing deep the scent of his pleased mate. Eddie only chuckled and tugged the bralette down Steve's ribs where he smoothed the lace over his skin.

"There's my mate," he purred as Steve nipped lightly at the skin he found on Eddie's throat. "There's my handsome princess." Because Eddie knew Steve, and he knew the way the dichotomy of feminine and masculine fogged his brain so well. Eddie always knew Steve so well. Always took care of him so well.

Steve was so lucky.

"Thank you, Daddy," Steve sighed into the crook of Eddie's neck.

"My pleasure." And Steve could hear the sharp and lecherous smile through the way Eddie's voice dripped with his leer. But then his voice relaxed into something softer and he asked, "can you stand, Princess?" Eddie's voice was gentle against the shell of Steve's ear, more breath than sound, and so careful not to jar Steve out of this fuzzy-sweet liminal space. Steve responded by nuzzling deeper into the hinge of Eddie's jaw before gently pressing Eddie's hips away to make room for himself between Eddie and the vanity. From there, Eddie carefully stepped Steve into the boyshorts, giving his rear a sharp little pat once they were seated on his hips.

"Tucked or untucked, Sweetheart," Eddie asked against Steve's collarbone, but Steve was only able to make a small sound. His brain was still full of cotton candy and glitter and all things sweet and soft to process anything but the feeling of Eddie's hands and lips and tongue. And when Eddie pinched his chin between his finger and thumb, he could see that clearly in the glassy haze in Steve's eyes. In the lazy, dopey smile that he fixed him with like Eddie hung the whole moon.

And maybe he did, for all Steve knew at that moment.

"Or should I choose for you, Princess?"

Three taps.

"God," Eddie breathed in response, his voice almost reverent in a way that made Steve feel positively holy, "how did I get so lucky? Such a perfect, handsome Princess who lets me do whatever I want to him? A sweet, little doll who takes whatever I want to give? Musta done something real good in a past life, huh."

Perfect, handsome Princess. Sweet, little doll.

The monikers thrilled Steve. Made him feel warm and happy and kept. They drew a happy trill from his chest as he nuzzled back into Eddie's throat and wrapped his arms around his waist. Eddie had the best waist. Slender and lithe, dipping just under his ribcage before flaring ever so slightly at his hip bones. The perfect valley for Steve's forearms and hands. And his legs. Eddie allowed the closeness for a second or two before he gently pushed Steve away from him, making just enough room for him to be able to reach between the two of them.

"Love seeing that pretty, hairy chest all covered in lace," he hummed against Steve's lips, his hands already working Steve's flagging erection through the slit in the front. The heat of Eddie's hands and the rasp of the lace against the sensitive skin made Steve distantly aware that he had yet to finish.

"Love seeing all that sexy chest hair push through the weave and spill over the top. God, princess, you've got the best tits."

As though to punctuate his point, Eddie pushed Steve's chest together, laving his tongue over the cleavage he created there. Fucked his tongue in and out of the crease between his pecs while he panted against Steve's skin. It was hot and wet and gross, just like Eddie liked it. Just like Steve liked it. Blood pulsed through his body at the sound and the feeling of it, filling his erection back up with every filthy sound Eddie made with his tongue, swelling him to the point of pinching in the little slot at the front of his panties. Because, even as an Omega, he was still technically too big for some things meant for other Omega males.