The Technicality of Teeth

Steve Harrington's Perfect Sex Life pt 2

Steve floated into the bedroom with victory thrumming through his veins. And why shouldn't it? He'd bratted and gotten away with it. And not just gotten away with it, but gotten what he wanted in spite of it.

Gloating, however, would have to wait, as Daddy had given Steve a very clear instruction. Make the nest comfy for Daddy. It seemed a bit of a shame, really, with how Eddie had spent the day making the house and, as a result, the nest perfect to Steve's expectations. Everything was tucked in, neatly laid out, and the mountain of pillows at the top of the nest were arranged from largest to smallest and ready for him to recline against. It was in direct contrast to Eddie's more... creative approach to nesting. One where he untucked the blankets and bunched pillows and scent tokens together into what may have been, to the untrained eye, a haphazard pile of nothing.

But Steve knew better. He knew that Eddie had a careful and conscientious organization to his nesting. He knew that Eddie liked the scent tokens from the pups who crowded into their home every friday night for Dungeons and Dragons up around his head like a halo of comfort. He knew that he liked to feel caged in on both sides, with walls of pillows against his back while he curled in on Steve. He knew that Eddie felt trapped and tangled when the blankets were tucked in, and preferred to be able to kick his feet out should he need. He knew he liked Steve's scent token wrapped around his pillow, even as Steve slumbered mere inches away.

And so, Steve mussed. He mussed and bunched and rearranged and as he worked, the plug in his ass moved and shifted, occasionally grazing his prostate in the process. Every once in a while his motions would stutter and he'd push back into the sensation, just for a moment. It gave the act of nesting for their scene an added curl of erotisism, reminding Steve that at any moment Eddie could arrive, pull the plug from Steve's body, and have his way with him in any fashion that he wanted. The reminder made him clench, his empty core yearning for something to hold on to. Steve remembered the silicon knot from the way his body ached like a distant echo of his heats. He shuddered and for a moment he forgot himself, tucking his fingers between his legs to alleviate some of the desperate arousal that he felt.

He stopped short, just ghosting against the velveteen skin of his lips, remembering suddenly that even though Eddie hadn't said that he couldn't touch himself, he hadn't said that he could either. Eddie hadn't filled him with the knot yet for a reason and Steve had to remember that, but it didn't make him ache and shudder any less.

Best to distract himself. Best to keep working and mussing, carefully removing any scent markers that weren't theirs as he artfully disheveled the nest. Best to ignore the way his heels pressed the plug deeper inside of him when he sat back to admire his work. Best to ignore the throbbing of his erection and the way the lace of his lingerie dragged across his most sensitive skin as he waited. And waited. And waited.

It was either moments or hours before Eddie joined him, surprising him as he pressed the skin of his chest into Steve's back. He'd gotten undressed without Steve? The Omega had to halt a whine in his chest because he wasn't ungrateful... Daddy's skin always felt so good and warm and smooth against his... it was just that undressing Daddy was his favorite part of foreplay. Unwrapping his mate like the treasure that he was... carefully undoing each button and feeling each inch of skin as he exposed it his lips and tongue and fingertips.

Worship at its most pure.

Warm hands stroked up and down Steve's thighs as Eddie positioned himself behind him, hips grinding up into the meat of Steve's ass to push the plug in further while his cock slipped between Steve's lips and up along the underside of his shaft. Steve was helpless against the sweet, breathy, little sound that escaped his lips as Eddie began to roll against him.