Steddie Smut

Let Me Hold You(re dick)

Dom Eddie/Sub Steve; cockwarming; riding; dirty talk; sub space; ftm trans Steve (use of the word cunt in reference to genitalia); choking

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Steve was sort of losing his mind.

He is a very calm and rational guy, you know, usually. He has a steady job that he works with his best friend, and a decent apartment that is admittedly under-furnished, he is constantly put in a role-model type position by a bunch of teenagers, and he buys his own groceries. He checks all of the boxes of an adult.

Except he's spent all day thinking about his boyfriends dick.

Not that that's completely out of the ordinary, his boyfriend is 5 foot 10 inches of pure sex, the guy exudes it. But Steve hasn't seen him for more than an hour in three days due to their clashing work schedules and all he can think about today is Eddie's dick. It had been a month since Steve visited the peaceful, mind-blowing, bone-melting place that Eddie pulled him into when he asked him to sit on his dick, and today... today that's all Steve can think about.

"Earth to Harrington," Robin sings as she waves a hand in his face. He flinched back and looked at her like she was the one being weird, though he had probably been standing there staring at The Fog for nearly five minutes.

"What? I'm working," he turned to walk away but she hooked a finger in the collar of his shirt and he was forced to a stop.

"It's 9 o'clock, dingus, we're closed," Robin said.

"What?" Steve looked over at the clock, and sure enough, it was 9 o'clock on the dot. "Oh, I knew that," Steve shrugged her hand off of his collar and started towards the back room.

"What's got you in your head?" Robin asked as she packed up her stuff.

"Hm? Nothing. I'm just tired," he tried to make it sound convincing but he was too tired to pretend to be too tired. His eyes were heavy and his head was heavy and his bones were heavy. Everything was heavy and all he wanted to do was go to that drifty place.

"Whatever you say," she said, totally not believing him but not wanting to pry. They walked out to the lot together, he waited as she locked the door and he watched her walk to her car before heading to his own. "Tell Eddie I said hey," she shouted from inside her car. He stuck a thumbs up out the window.

He was jittery all the way home. His fingers tapped incessantly against the steering wheel and he was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he didn't even turn on the radio. He's not 100% sure he stopped at every stop sign, but he does know that he makes it home without incident.

As promised over the phone this morning, Eddie is waiting for him in the living room when he opens the door. He looks beautiful sitting on Steve's thrift-store couch, wearing a loose black band tee and grey sweats. He's strumming his acoustic guitar, his hair pulled back in a low bun. He grins when he looks up and sees Steve hovering by the front door.

"Hey, pretty boy," he greeted, setting his guitar down and patting his lap. Steve tossed his keys carelessly onto the counter and barely stays by the door long enough to lock it. Then he throws himself into Eddie's lap, straddling him and instantly burying his face in his neck. Eddie chuckled, burying his hands in Steve's hair and stroking gently.

"Would you do me a favor?" Steve asked, voice slightly muffled buried in Eddie's neck.

"Maybe if you ask nicely," Eddie said with a little grin, giving Steve's hair a gentle tug.