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Dungeons and Drag Queens

RatedE, Identityporn, drag queen AU.

“You still with me, Baby?”

It’s their thing. A tether, a leash. Eddie’s voice reaching out, searching and finding and pulling Steve out of the void. It’s easy to get lost in sensation, in pleasure, inside his own fuzzily warm body. The blindfold tends to do that.

“Hey.” A low rasp of a voice echoes from somewhere far away. It’s paired with the firm drag of fingers along the curl of Steve’s ear. “Steve,” it calls, affectionately commanding. A master to its beloved. So tender it hurts.

He will not disobey. The sound can be whispered from a distance and he will answer. It’s just really, really difficult, floating as he is, to drag himself away from the throbbing swirl in his gut. Wholly covered and crushed and secured to the bed by Eddie’s smooth body. In lace-topped stockings.

The fingers at his ear scratch harder into the scalp, and Steve focuses his attention on firmer boundaries. His cheek, hot and tingling, pressed into the sheet. His knees, sunk deep in the mattress, body folded against them. The hand on the nape of his neck. The stretch of his shoulders, wrists bound behind his back. The exploratory deliciousness of a thumb in his asshole.

And Eddie. Eddie, naked except for the silky black hose. Eddie, mounting him, collapsed along the shape of Steve’s crouch. Eddie, a string of Babys and Princesses and —

“Fuck.”

Steve is very, very blissed out and simultaneously needs more to the point of physical pain.

Eddie calls it The Frenzy. They’d talked about it many times over the past few days. Since the first time that morning he’d confessed his kinks to Eddie, Steve can’t get enough of being tied and denied and edged.

The moments after he comes are amazing, a place he never wants to leave. But the mechanics of an orgasm always, always, means that highs fade. It leaves Steve aching for more.

Eddie holds him in that wanting stage. He progresses to things that leave Steve dumb and drooling. First, the introduction of the blindfold and a mind-shattering blowjob. Then, an edging session with a vibrator while seated in Eddie’s lap. Another frantic frotting episode, in the dark, forbidden to use his hands. Eddie’s hand over his mouth, pillow over his head. Eyesight forever removed.

“It’s called sensory deprivation,” he explains that first time as he holds Steve in a sideways bear hug. “It forces you to be vulnerable and completely in my care.”

Steve doesn’t feel deprived at all. For the first time in his life, Steve feels loved.

He feels rather than hears a vibrating chuckle against his back, and then that glorious stroking of his hole stops altogether. Without fully being in charge of his actions, Steve hunches his back and moans.

“Please, god. Please. Fuck me.”

Eddie laughs. “There you are. You gotta stay here so I know if I hurt you.”

Steve’s answer is blurry and slurred. “Hurt feels good.” He sounds like a child.

When Eddie kisses the angle of his jaw, Steve feels the anchor weigh him back down.

“Just the tip,” Eddie says, broken-like. Wet. “Remember? Just the tip.”

Steve’s job is to experience an anal orgasm. No stimulus on his dick or his prostate. Just the tiniest bit of insertion only.

“It’s your first time,” Eddie scolds when Steve argues he’s ready for more. “We only get one first time, Baby. I want it to be incredible.”

It’s already incredible. It’s been that way the whole time. But Steve’s always been an impatient partner.

“Ready?” Eddie breathes, and Steve nods sluggishly. There’s the shifting of his body, increased weight on his left side.

Gently, carefully, where Eddie is otherwise crushing him, there’s the sure and steady contact of Eddie’s dick against his hole.

They moan together. Steve tries to push back. Eddie shoulders him still and takes a deep breath.

Steve knows he should breathe too, that it’ll hurt less if he relaxes, but he’s so fucking far gone that it doesn’t matter.

As Eddie stretches his asshole apart, as the head of his cock takes the space left behind, Steve falls back into the sensation black hole.

It’s so good, it’s so fucking good. He concentrates on imagining what it looks like as he feels it. The fleshy bulb, the slick, hot surface of the condom. A moment of intense warmth, and Eddie slips inside.

“Fuck,” Eddie says, quickly halting his progress. “Sorry! Sorry! That was a little too fast!”

But Steve can’t find words. He can’t feel his fingers or toes. He can’t think or breathe or move because he’s finally getting fucked.

For a second, it feels like Eddie is going to say fuck it and press in all the way. But somehow he stamps down on his own desire. And he rests.

Before Steve can resurface from the initial shock of blinding pressure, Eddie fucking pulls out, and his hole clenches shut.

“Fuu —“ Steve cries, mouth open and gasping, the sheet damp beneath his face. Eddie’s forehead comes down hard on the back of Steve’s neck.

“Jeezus fuck, you feel good,” he hisses. And for the first time that afternoon, Steve realizes that Eddie is enjoying the halting torture. He’s getting off on the tease.

“So do you,” Steve tries. He usually doesn’t speak. But he’s feeling a strange surge of power knowing Eddie is fucked up too.

“Do it again,” he says. He swishes his airborne ass side to side. “Fucking do it again, you bastard, you.”

And Eddie does, much less cautious this time. He pushes in and pops out again and again.

There’s a lot of truth to seeing stars as one comes. Steve’s field of non-vision is beginning to shimmer as Eddie trembles violently against him. He holds very still and allows the push and pull, revels in the increased speed, in the tingling urgent wave as it builds and builds and builds.

Steve can hear Eddie panting. It’s exciting as hell. He’s going to come right alongside Steve.

“Fuck,” Eddie growls, the loudest he’s been yet. He shudders to a stop. He pulls out. He cries out. It’s intense.

Before Steve knows what’s happening, Eddie’s sweaty stomach pulls away. He sits back and grabs Steve’s ass. He snugs their bodies tight.

Cock twitching between his thighs, Steve trembles on the edge. He tries to enjoy it, tries to ride it, he really does. But the way Eddie is stroking his hole with both thumbs now has him crazy.

“Do it,” Steve says. “Fucking come inside me.”

The force with which Eddie’s dick breaches his body is blinding. But he still doesn’t give in to penetrate the whole way.

Steve can feel the swell of Eddie’s cock head lodged inside, and he very nearly doesn’t survive the finish.

Eddie takes himself in hand and strokes his dick, hard and fast and desperate. Each downward thrust of his fingers stimulates Steve’s hole ten times more powerful than before. His throat closes, and the tendons in his neck tighten. He’s just a hole being used. And his fast-spreading orgasm feels like a knife to the gut.

The best part, though, is the pulsing, throbbing, condom-stunted gush of Eddie’s orgasm in his ass. Still just the tip, still controlled and held back. But holy fucking hell. It goes on and on and on.

By this point, Steve’s blindfold has slipped to one side. He can see the nylon stocking stretched over Eddie’s knee. It’s ripped and running, brown skin showing underneath. And Steve goes a bit feral as he comes for real this time.

“Fuck!” Eddie shouts as he rounds down heavy and heaving upon Steve. “Fuck! I fucking felt that! You fucking came twice.”

Steve doesn’t argue, even though he only ejaculated the second time. He’s currently an absolute puddle of mush without a mouth.

Eddie pulls them to their sides and immediately begins to undo the cuffs. He rubs furiously at Steve’s wrists and curses and curses and curses.

“Fuck. I’m sorry Babe. That was way too long to be tied.” He works his hands up Steve’s arms, rolls him on his stomach, and massages his shoulders, too.

Steve can see out of one eye the mess on the floor. Their clothing. The lube. Three balled-up towels, soiled. The black bag of sex toys, unzipped. He glimpses something else before Eddie turns out the lamp. The recognition sizzles in his head, and an impression burns into his mind’s eye as the blindfold is removed.

Eddie folds Steve close and kisses him hard. Kisses him breathless and stupid and safe. And then, much too soon, he’s getting up and out of bed to shower. And Steve is left alone dealing with what he’s discovered.

He dresses without showering. The bag is gone, the floor clean. Eddie flies out of the shower, slides into the room, frantic.

“Shit, Steve. We’re supposed to be there already.”

The burger place. The kids. In the heat of things, the unplanned yet planned electrifying sex, Steve had forgotten about it.

Eddie is worried. He’s worried about being late. He drives like a madman, pushes the van to its limits, and only catches on as they arrive.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, hand sliding into Steve’s, eyebrows tight. As new as their relationship is, Eddie’s already picked up on certain things.

Steve lies. “Just – just, you know. Dizzy.”

Eddie nods but it’s clear he thinks there’s something more. “I get it. I’m sorry.”

He repeats it several times that evening. He says it as they walk shoulder to shoulder into the burger restaurant. He says it again as they are greeted with shouts and waves and teasing by Dustin and Max and the rest. He says it once more as he pulls Steve with him to the bathroom, shoves him backward into a stall to hug him fiercely.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, and Steve believes him, is grateful for it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I got carried away. You felt so fucking good.”

“Yeah,” Steve manages, but it’s the extent of his verbal abilities.

The others eat and laugh while Steve smiles and Eddie watches him. Holds his hand under the table. Speaks for him when he’s unable to. Eddie laughs too, when Dustin wheedles between them and puts an arm around each. But it’s not as bright as it usually is.

“Mom,” Dustin says to Steve, beaming. “Dad,” to Eddie, mouth open, eyes focused on Steve. “Welcome to the family.”

Plastic ice-filled cups thud together and cheers garner strange looks. Eddie sips from his coke, eyeing Steve over the top. Steve smiles gently to reassure him.

They end up outside afterward, gazing at the massive statue with the coiffed hair and red and white checkered overalls. Eddie gets pulled away for a picture by Max. Will creeps in his shy way to Steve’s side.

“It’s OK,” Will says with difficulty, and Steve recognizes it for what it is.

It’s family.

“You guys are OK with us. We won’t tell anyone.”

Steve presses a hand into his young friend’s shoulder. “Thanks, Will. It means a lot to me. I feel the same about you and Wheeler. Even if he can’t see how important you are yet.”

The boy’s eyes flick away, back to where the rest are being shuffled together by Max and Lucas. “Yeah,” he says, sad and lonely and broken.

Steve looks up at the “Big Boy” statue and understands exactly how he feels.

Eddie drops Steve off at home, parks the van on the street and follows him upstairs into the apartment. Behind the closed door, they embrace. And it’s good. It’s so fucking good.

“Hey,” Eddie breathes into the crook of Steve’s neck. “I like you. Like – a lot.”

Steve reads between the lines and knows he is so in love with Eddie too.

He watches Eddie drive off down the street, and the second he’s out of sight, he calls Robin.

“I’m on my way,” she says, concern deep in her tone. Steve hangs up and sits by the window, waiting.

He tells her everything, starting with his first visit to the bar. He leaves out the dirty details about their sex between the glass, but he’s meticulous about the whole thing after that. She listens, frowning as she tries to understand two very different tales of love and lust. And when he tells her about the bag, she grabs his hand, and she’s determined.

“I have an idea.”

She makes Steve find a notebook and pen, then pushes all his unpaid bills and receipts off the table. In the cleared space, she opens up the book and points to the empty chair beside her.

“Sit,” she orders, and he’s terrified.

“OK.”

Hours later, after Steve calls for pizza delivery and Dustin shows up with Suzie, they retreat to Steve’s bedroom to continue. Steve takes over the pen and paper as Robin collapses on the bed. She walks her feet up the wall and folds both arms behind her head. She thinks. He writes.

It’s past midnight when they finish. Steve covers his face with his elbow. Robin slides onto the floor next to him and lifts one arm around his shoulders.

“You love him, don’t you.”

And Steve sobs when he answers. “Yeah. And I don’t want to hurt him. He’s – he’s been through so much.”

Robin’s fingers on his arm are firm, making prints in his skin. She tugs him closer, leans her head on his shoulder. “He loves you too, this will work.”

Steve walks her down to her car and she kisses him on the cheek. Their eyes meet, and he’s so fucking thankful for her.

“I love y–”

“Don’t you dare,” she interrupts.

Back upstairs, Steve joins Dustin and Suzie in the living area. She’s asleep on his shoulder. He’s looking proud and happy.

Dustin listens to his plan, growing more and more excited as Steve offers up his request. It eventually gets to the point where he’s vibrating with joy, and Suzie wakes to kiss him.

Steve turns away and pretends he doesn’t know she’s staying overnight for the fiftieth or so time. They’re good kids, and he knows they’re being safe. He’s personally sat them down for ‘the talk.’ They were both properly disgusted.

Dustin goes full-out geek mode and starts making plans of his own. The next day he’s calling his friends. They all love the idea.

Steve continues seeing Eddie, can’t stay away if he tries. Eddie is overly generous and oddly tender when they have sex two days later.

“You sure?” Eddie asks, lights out, shades pulled. Steve understands why he’s never allowed to see.

“Never been more sure in my fucking life,” and Steve closes the distance between their bodies. He helps pull the condom over Eddie’s massive cock. It’s hot and heavy and twitching. They’re both ready.

Eddie doesn’t restrain him, just settles between Steve’s bent thighs. He uses both hands to line himself at Steve’s hole. He pushes in, just the tip.

Steve reaches for Eddie’s chin and pulls him in for another kiss. He searches for Eddie’s tongue, encourages it into his own mouth. His boyfriend gets it, he moans as he allows Steve to suck. The muscle of his thick tongue quivers, just like the cock inside his ass.

They fuck slow. It’s hot. Eddie’s whispers are loving, sickenly sweet. Steve answers back in kind.

“I love you,” he says first, and Eddie drops his head to Steve’s chest. Eddie’s dick is inside as far as it can possibly go. His shoulders shake. He cries.

“I love you too.”

They hold tightly to each other, locked together in so much more than an embrace. Steve can’t get close enough, and Eddie can’t give him as much as he wants to. It’s beautiful and it’s passionate and it very nearly breaks Steve’s heart. Eddie comes first. He fists Steve’s dick, and Steve follows. His emotions spill over too.

They’re a hot, wet, emotional, destroyed mess, but they’re happy and sated and safe. Steve has never felt so free, and yet simultaneously tied down.

It’s the weekend at Eddie’s garage when Dustin announces the big plan.

“Everyone is writing a campaign. Steve wants to go first. Today.”

All eyebrows in the room shoot skyward, and Eddie laughs. He’s still wary of Steve’s quiet, but their shared devotions have calmed him some.

“You? Steve Harrington? Motorcycle-loving, motherly, adorable thing that you are? You wrote a storyline?”

Steve, face hot, hands trembling, opens the green folder Dustin put together for the event. “Robin helped.”

They choose their characters and make preparations to begin, while Steve trades seats with Eddie. His boyfriend squeezes his ass and kisses his cheek as they pass.

“I’m so fucking amazed by you.”

Steve, heart caged and hurting inside his chest, smiles in response and tries to hide the tremor in his voice. He dives headfirst into the world-building.

There’s a prince, naturally, and he’s unhappy, of course. He’s betrothed to another from an adjacent kingdom, and instead of marrying, he pledges his allegiance to a Dragon Queen. Steve hears his voice as he reads, but the details flow from his mouth without a second thought. He’s laser-focused on Eddie across the table.

Eddie’s smile wavers as the story unfolds, as he listens to the quests and dangers the prince’s consort must face. But he slams a hand down and boldly accepts the challenge.

“You can count on me, Your Highness.”

Steve feels sick. He hates what he’s about to do.

The gleefully ignorant group of kids put everything they have into the game. In their usual rowdy manner, they argue and take tangents, and Steve has to scramble to improvise when they go off track. He’s got a goal in mind, and he wants to get there as soon as possible. Everything depends on it.

The group finally, finally, arrives at the temple, and the Dragon Queen takes her humanoid form. She wears a black sequined slink of a thing. She’s curvy. She’s tattooed. Her skin is porcelain and her big brown eyes entrancing. Long nails entice the travelers inside.

Eddie stops smiling and starts avoiding Steve’s watchful gaze. He fidgets with his dice. His knee vibrates the whole table.

In the end, after four hours of play, it’s Dustin who makes a joke.

“I see what you did there, Steve. She’s like a Natural Twenty.”

Everyone except Eddie busts into laughter that’s carefree and uninhibited. Eddie’s jaw clenches and unclenches, he pushes up and away, and leaves the garage.

Steve calls for a break and follows.

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