#Steve Harrington is touch starved but when he does get touch he gets overwhelmed

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Glow in the Dark Stars

I was inspired by this post where Steve says he’s overwhelmed. I just did my own twist. This is just a Drabble and quick free write so it isn’t that great lmao.

Description; Steve and Eddie finally come to terms with their feelings, what Steve doesn’t expect it to be overwhelmed by touch and everything around him. Basically, Eddie helping touch starved Steve come down from a sensory overload

Blankets were thrown all over the place along with pillows on the floor. Eddie didn’t have a bed frame for his bed at the moment and Steve didn’t want to sleep on the same mattress that had numerous suspicious stains on it. That and the metalhead didn’t even have sheets on it! Steve had to ramble about how it wasn’t personal for almost five minutes before Eddie shut him up. Sure the other was a little stung by it but he didn’t mind. Sometimes even he didn’t want to sleep on the crappy mattress. Of course, the reason why Steve came over to begin with was to get stoned. They had both agreed that he could stay the night.

Eddie had pulled the joint out, already wrapped and ready to go and gets it situated in his mouth before smoke is starting to float in front of his face. Moving and passing it to Steve he moves and starts to grab blankets and throws them all over the floor. Sloppily making two beds that sort of morphed into one. That’s how they find themselves huddled up together, giggling a bit as they were completely gone. Both of them laid back on a pillow as they look up at the ceiling, pretending to watch the glow in the dark star stickers that scattered the others ceiling. They had stopped glowing a few years ago, which was why they were pretending.

Shifting against each other arms brushing up against each other Steve felt like they were just one blob. Don’t get him wrong, it was fun looking up at the stickers on the ceiling but he much rather turn his head and watch the stars in Eddie’s eyes. He doesn’t realize how long he’s staring at the side of the others face until he turns his head to look at him with a goofy grin. Even though Steve wasn’t sober, he was aware of what he was doing. Time just seemed to go by a lot slower then what it normally was. He bites his lip a little watching Eddie’s eyes look down. His heart starts to race a bit as he moves a little closer.

Eddies the one not to hesitate moving forward. Doesn’t take his time meeting the other just pushes forward and catches the others lips against his. Humming as they both tasted like smoke and weed. Steve’s hand moves up to touch the others hair as his fingers loosely get tangled in the curls. Eddie playfully bites the others lip before his tongue lazily meets the other. The other was a bit sloppy and obviously new to the entire kissing thing, so Steve lets him lead. Lets him figure it out. He was to tired to take control over what was happening, he was letting it just happen. It was going by with a blur that he doesn’t even realize Eddie’s straddling his hips and carefully moving his hands up his shirt until it was a few seconds after his hand brushes up against his scars. Flinching a bit Eddie quickly moves his hands away, “Sorry Stevie.” He mumbles into his mouth.

Everything that was happening Steve had been craving for months. The light touches on his skin, the kissing all of it. Though a part of him was starting to get overwhelmed. He really wanted the others touches but they were overwhelming. The way the others hair fell in his face and tickled his skin, he wanted that he really did. But it was making him whine a bit because it was to much. All of it was just too much.

Not wanting to come off as a dick he gently pushes the other back a bit as he closes his eyes a bit trying to ground himself a bit. Eddies first reaction is to cradle his face but Steve’s quick to say “Don’t, please.” He comes off a bit snippy and if his eyes were open he could probably see the hurt on the others face. Eddie moves off his lap and he’s upset. Something Steve didn’t want to do. But the smell of weed, the friendly touches from the other, the scratchiness of the blankets and god he swears he could feel his teeth. He moves sitting up as he pulls the blankets off. Good that’s one less thing.

“Oh god Harrington I’m so sorry, I must’ve read something wrong. I shouldn’t have kissed you when you were stoned, and I was stoned I feel like that’s on like some creep level of shit. God the queer pushes himself on the straight guy-“ Eddie’s rambling and walking back and forth a bit as his hands fly up in the air. It wasn’t helping at all but Steve still wants to comfort him. He forces himself up and the other gets a little louder to where his voice cracks and all shots are off. He’s pressing his hands against his ears as he makes a noice that forces Eddie to shut up. His eyes are closed as he really tries to calm down. He could feel everywhere his clothes rubbed up against his skin.

“Eddie, no no I really like kissing you.” He whines out a bit. God he sounded pathetic, but he felt like he was on the verge of tears. Eddies quick to throw himself forward and drop to his knees. Trying to touch him again to make sure he was okay. It was really hard having to tell him not to touch him again. This time he could see the hurt in the others eyes. Within the short time they had been friends, touch was Eddie’s comfort language.

“God I sound stupid, but I’m so overwhelmed.” He groans as he has to close his eyes again as his breathing picks up.

“Oh god I didn’t force you into a panic attack did I?” Eddie sounds just as anxious.

“No-no. It’s just. I cant explain it, I really -“ Steve takes a deep breath. “I really liked kissing you but everything just got to much. God I think I can feel my fucking teeth man.” Steve whines as he curls up further into himself.

Eddies still looking concern but he kind of understood. “Ok, can you explain it for my sweetie? So I can try my best to help?” He asks speaking lowly. Catching onto the way the other held his ears.

Steve tries to gather his thoughts and it takes a moment. “It’s just, everything. I know it’s not that loud but I feel like everything is ten times louder then normal and coming at me.” He pauses and he focuses on breathing. Tears forming in his eyes as he forces himself to talk. It was difficult, almost as if his body didn’t want him to.

“I only smell weed right now and that’s overwhelming, the blankets on me too much, even the clothes on my body feel to much.” He whimpers as Eddie nods his head. He kind of understood. He quickly gets up and he moves opening a window to get the smell of weed out. The smell of fresh air felt ten times better then the musty smell of the room. Along with that Eddie shuts his curtains. He pauses to think. He shuts the light off from and he lets the dark take over.

“If your clothes are too much do you want to take them off? Maybe try and find something more comfy to wear?” He asks gently. Faintly he could see the other nodding his head. Moving and standing up as he starts to not feel as overstimulated. Following along carefully as Eddie opens his closet and lets the other feel around for material that felt right. He chooses a black sweater. It would be a little tight on him but the material was a lot more comforting. He moves pulling his shirt off sighing in relief before slipping Eddie’s clothes on. Moving he just pulls his pants off and already he felt better. It wasn’t nearly as bad anymore, but he craved the others touch more then anything.

He moves forward and wraps himself around the other. “Thank you Eddie.” He says softly. Eddie just hums and gently rubs his back.

The night doesn’t end up steamy like they both had though when they had kissed each other. Instead the night ends with both of them curled up on the floor, Steve still didn’t like any of the others blankets so he ended up forcing Eddie to be his weighted blanket. Keeping him more grounded as he passes out.

[stvharrngton]

omg ky what about. 20 and 25 from the list u just reblogged with steeb ofc

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pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, oral (f and m receiving), sixty-nine, throat fucking, spanking

prompt: "breathe through your nose" and "does that feel good?" from this (x) list

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“Fuck,” Steve moaned out.

His eyes were dark and heavy as he stared right into your dripping core. Steve was naked, lay on his back on his bed as you were above, on top of him.

He never thought you would both end up here when you started making out on his bed, but then one by one your clothes ended up on the floor and when you asked if you could try something new, something different, all the blood in his body rushed south.

He hadn’t even touched you yet and he had your pussy dripping on his tongue, the boy moaning just at the sight of you like this for him. You ghosted your fingers up the shaft of his thick cock, a drivel of saliva leaving your lips and landing on the tip. 

Steve’s hands are gripping your ass, fingers pulling and kneading at the flesh. Large palms hot on your soft skin. Once you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, Steve went hell for leather.

Sure, he was always enthusiastic when he went down on you, licking and sucking at your pussy like a man starved but this was something else. It’s like Steve was addicted to you, addicted to your taste, your scent and he’d been starved for days and now he was finally getting his next fix.

He’s soft with it, tongue swirling around your cunt as his lips move over you gently but with just the right amount of pressure. The tip of his tongue dipping in and out of your hole as he moaned and groaned into you, toes curling into the sheets as Steve resisted the urge to fuck his cock up into your warm mouth.

You moaned around Steve’s cock, the vibrations rolling through his body as his length twitched in your mouth. His eyes rolled back, fingers digging into your doughy thighs. He pulled away from you for a beat, the pad of his thumb brushing over your puckered hole before he delivers a soft smack to your ass.

Steve presses his lips over your pussy softly, moaning out below you, “You taste so fucking sweet, baby.” He brought his finger to your entrance now, his index digit pushing into your hole, curling and fucking in and out of you slowly. 

You released Steve’s cock as your mouth relaxed, letting out an obnoxiously loud moan. He kept going though, filthy words continuing to leave his mouth, “Does that feel good? Little pussy’s just dripping for me, isn’t she?”

Trying your best to turn your attention back to Steve’s aching cock, you all but failed as he continued to lick at you. You settled for rolling his heavy balls in the palm of your hand, your tongue licking at the underside of the head of his cock.

Steve buried his face in your pussy, skilled tongue licking itself all over, a mixture of spit and your juices covering his mouth and chin, the stickiness spreading to your thighs. 

“Fuck, I can’t, Stevie–” you groaned, eyes fluttering closed, “mouth feels too good, shit.”

“Come on, baby,” he cooed, a light teasing tone lurking beneath his voice, “you asked for this, hm? Don’t give up on me now.” You couldn’t see but Steve was smirking below you, a stupid sexy smirk that you would normally love to wipe right from his face, “You’re so good at sucking my cock, pretty girl.”

You whined at his words, desperate to refocus but you just couldn’t. Steve was too good, too intense. You were overwhelmed to say the least, but you powered through, rolling his balls in your palm a final time before something in Steve snapped.

The boy bent his knees, strong arms wrapping around your lower back as your eyes widened in suspense and anticipation. “Breathe through your nose, baby.” was all he said as Steve began to rut his hips up off of the mattress.

“Oh,” Steve groaned, lips brushing over your cunt, “there you go, baby, that’s it. Good girl.” 

Steve fucked his cock in and out of your warm, wet mouth, his tip brushing the back of your throat with every thrust of his hips. All you can do is whine and whimper around his length, your eyes squeezed shut as Steve regains his composure and goes straight back to burying his face in your pussy.

You instinctively begin to roll your hips, grinding your cunt against Steve’s tongue as the tears begin to well in the corner of your eyes, your lashes wet, the salty water leaking down your cheeks. You’re not sure how much longer you can last, the tears are streaming now, your mouth is covered in saliva, saliva that’s dribbling all over Steve’s thick cock all the way down to his balls.

Steve’s thighs begin to tense as he smacks your ass once more, fucking your mouth so full of his cock, his tongue lapping and sucking at your puffy clit, it was all too much. You went into overdrive, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. 

Your pussy was soaking, creamy and leaking all over Steve’s waiting mouth. He took it gladly, lapping up everything that you had to give him. He groaned into you, toes curling into the sheets as his fingers caressed your waist softly.

He wasn’t far behind you, his body tensing all over as he leaped over the edge with a few more strokes of his cock. Your mouth is too tight and wet, too warm and inviting. The movements of his tongue on you ceased, his lips still brushing against you but the only thing that was leaving his mouth was whimpers of your name and incoherent moans as Steve rode through his orgasm.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, skin clammy, hair sticking to his forehead, his chest heaving with heavy breaths.

You were in no better state, your skin hot and shivery. You crawled off of Steve as gracefully as you could, rolling into his side as he wrapped you up in his arms.

“We are definitely doing that again.” Steve chirped, a coy grin on his face as he pressed his lips to yours.

[astermath]

The touch starved prompts are making me be in my feels :') If you're still open to requests for them, can I have either "how long has it been since someone hugged or?" or "you don't need to earn my affection, not now and not ever." with Steve? Those two really hit hard for me... :')

omg i almost completely overlooked this ask i'm so sorry! the first one i answered not too long ago with this oneshot, but i'll happily write the second one!

send in some touch starved prompts! ♡

word count: 1K

You’ve been sick for two days already, and frankly, you’ve had enough.

It’s not that you feel bad for missing out on work. Seriously, you could have used a break from 10 hour shifts a long time ago already. And you don’t really have any other commitments you regret not being able to attend either.

No, Steve is taking care of you.

And it’s very conflicting.

On one hand, you love it. He’s your boyfriend, of course he takes care of you. He makes you soup, makes sure you have a blanket and a nice hot water bottle at your disposal, does everything around the house. It’s like heaven. Well, almost like heaven.

Because you can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of guilt about it all.

It’s stupid, you know it’s stupid. You would do the exact same thing for him if he was sick.

But there’s this awful feeling gnawing away at you, making you feel like he’s slaving away for you and that you’re ungrateful, that you don’t deserve it. That he doesn’t even like taking care of you, he just pities you.

That’s why when he comes to sit down next to you on the couch, reaching out for a cuddle, you pull away.

You don’t dare to look his way. You know the expression on his face already, a mixture of confusion and hurt. Mostly confusion. You’re sick, maybe you just don’t want to make him sick as well?

“Come on, we can cuddle, right? I’ve got a strong immune system, I won’t get sick from giving my girl some attention now.” He chuckles, but you don’t give in. It’s starting to concern him now. His sweet girl, not wanting to be enveloped in his arms? Maybe your sickness has gotten to your brain, or he’s done something seriously wrong.

“Hey,” He ducks his head under a little so he can get a look at your face, but you turn away. “What’s up baby? Did I do something?”

That makes you look at him, because you can’t have him thinking your insecurities have anything to do with his actions. He’s perfect, literally the dream boyfriend. And yet you feel like he’s being too good for you right now.

Your eyes are watery, and that you cannot blame on the illness. Steve’s expression softens, and he suddenly feels a lot worse for joking around just now.

“It’s just— you’re being so nice to me, and I… I don’t know…”

“Peach… If I’m doing something wrong, you can tell me. You know that, right?”

“No, it’s— you’re not doing anything wrong, it’s just—“ you sigh, sniffling a little. “Feel like I don’t deserve this.” you pause, eyes quickly darting his way and back. “Like I don’t deserve you.”

Steve’s facial expression contorts into one of worry and confusion in a matter of seconds. “Oh, baby… C���mere.”

He reaches out, wrapping a strong arm around your shoulders and pulling you flush to his chest. The warm scent of his cologne overtakes your senses, and you can’t help but feel comforted by it. His large hand rubs over your back, gently, soothingly, and he presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Y’know, sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve you.” He mumbles against your hair.

You scoff; why would the Steve Harrington ever feel that way?

“Seriously, like,” he leans back a little, still holding you, “I used to be such an asshole. And you knew me back then, you’ve seen me during my worst times, when my ego was bigger than Hawkins itself, and you still decided I was worth your time. The fact that you stuck with me all that time, that really does count for something.”

You close your eyes to reminisce for a moment. He’s not entirely wrong, he was an asshole, but if anyone is the living proof that a person can change, it’s Steve.

He looks down at you, eyes full of love, glad to see you're starting to come out of your insecure cloud of thoughts.

"You know, even if you're not sick, you don't have to earn my affection."

Your head peeks out of the embrace he has you in, all curled up on his lap. Your eyes are a little glassy from almost crying, and though he hates seeing you sad like this, you do look so pretty.

"Yeah?" you ask, voice a little fragile.

"Yeah," he replies, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, "not now," peck, "and not ever."

You giggle softly, returning the gesture. The kiss deepens by the second, your lips melting together in what you could only describe as "getting lost in each other". And that's exactly what you do, because while his tongue slips past your lips and your fingers slide into his hair, you forget all about the sickness you'd been so tormented by.

Your eyes open suddenly, a soft gasp erupting from you as you pull away. "Wait, no-- no, I'm sick Stevie!"

He simply chuckles in return, pulling you in again before you can protest. "So what?" he mumbles against the plushness of your lips, "if I get sick, you'll take care of me too, right?"

"Duh," the tip of your nose rubs gently over his, "I'll make you chicken noodle soup and everything."

"Good, so," he shifts your positions, laying you down gently under him, your back flat onto the couch, "a bit of kissin' won't hurt."

You grin, the pure love and affection flooding your body making you forget all about being sick. "You're impossible, Harrington."

"You love it." He leans down to peck your lips once more.

"Yeah," your arms wind around him, "you got me there."

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[cosmal]

Hi, could i make a request for Eddie Munson, an angst/comfort one where he cries the first time reader kisses him? Because he's never ever been loved like that, and he didn't realize how touch starved he was until the gesture overwhelmed him? 🥺❤️ Love your writing

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 — 𝐄��𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

thank you!!!

summary — eddies first date with you doesn't go how he'd planned and he hadn't even expected a kiss. still, you kiss him because you want to.

warnings/tags — fem!reader, touch starved!eddie, eddie's never been on a first date before

word count — 2.3k

In Eddie’s opinion, his first date with you goes to shit.

If he could sit here and say that he’s surprised, he would. But he’s not. He’s Eddie Munson, things don’t go to plan for him like they should.

He was a nervous wreck to begin with, how he’d even scored a date with you in the first place is beyond him. Though he can’t attribute much credit to himself anyways, you had asked him out.

Sitting in Steve Harrington’s backyard after a swim, you start to tell him about this new, fancy restaurant up behind the arcade. It’s just opened and,

“Would you want to go there sometime? I heard their pasta is delicious.”

He had to get you to repeat the question, his ears were full of water and he was sure he’d heard you wrong.

He psychs himself out for the better half of his afternoon, so not only is he late to pick you up, his old, dingy, stupid van breaks down before it can even make it out your drive. You tell him it’s okay, it’s a nice night, we should walk. Eddie tells you that he shouldn’t have you walking all the way into town in those shoes.

“What’s a few blisters if it means I get to spend more time with you?”

Your kindness does nothing for his thrumming heart.

Once you’re at the restaurant he forgets to open the door for you. You don’t seem to mind, of course, you don’t, but Eddie has a checklist of gentlemanly dues he feels he must achieve to impress you. It’s stupid, really stupid, but he’d be damned if he messed up such an amazing opportunity.

You sit and chat for a while, waiting for your meals, and the entire time he thinks you want to hold his hand. Your manicured hand keeps inching closer to his over the white tablecloth, knuckles almost brushing, and he’s too nervous about making the final move to tangle his fingers through yours.

Then you say something terribly, awfully kind to him. Something about his hair, how it looks really nice tonight. How you’ve always loved his hair.

Eddie spurts his soda out over his glass and gets it all down his white shirt. Yeah, his white shirt. Something he’d begged Harrington to let him wear.

“Please, man. I don’t have anything nice to wear tonight. I can’t exactly show up in my Judas Priest shirt that’s covered in bleach.”

“You could show up in a brown paper bag and she’d still think you were the hottest thing out.”

“It’s not that easy for me. I need to impress her.”

Eddie had wiped the soda from Steve’s shirt, feeling utterly stupid and you had laughed like it was the cutest thing you’d ever seen.

You’d laughed when he’d choked on his spaghetti. Smiled kindly when he offered you to try his food and you’d reminded him for the second time that night that you were allergic to tomatoes. To top it off, you’d pretended it was no big deal that he had accidentally left his wallet in his van and that you had no problems paying for dinner.

“Really, Eddie. It’s fine. Just get me back next time.”

The thought of a next time was enough to stop his racing thoughts for just a moment. Not for long though, because watching you pretend like your feet weren’t aching on the way home had Eddie cursing himself the entire walk.

How could he fuck up so badly and how could you be so calm and kind about it?

Now, standing at your front landing, he’s apologising profusely for how horrible he’s made your night.

“Horrible?” you question, eyebrows raised and skin glowing if it's entirely possible. The setting sun casts you amber.

“I don’t know,” Eddie stammers, “It didn’t go how I wanted it to.”

“It didn’t?” you question again. Your voice is pitched up and its melody has his brain spinning, “How were you expecting it to go?”

“I’d have expected not to forget my wallet. And maybe have a van that works,” Eddie can’t help but laugh at his stupidity. Especially when you’re making the same face you have been all night. A smile that looks like it could ruin him.

“I don’t know,” You reach forward and take the hem of his shirt in your fingers, playing with the thread. “I had a really good time.”

“You- you did?” Eddie stammers. Suddenly you’re really close, if it’s because he’s been too deep inside his own head he hasn’t noticed you inching closer, he’s not sure.

“Yeah,” you nod gleefully, hair bouncing.

“Yeah,” he echoes. More to set it in stone himself.

Eddie watches where your fingers play with his shirt, the closer they inch towards his skin, the louder he thinks his heart becomes in his ears.

There’s a silence that you hate, “Hey, Eds?”

Eddie’s breath hitches. You’ve never called him that before.

“Yeah,” he murmurs. Voice quieter than he’d like to admit. Any louder and he feels as if you’d step back from him.

He looks up and catches your gaze before you speak, “Can I kiss you?”

Eddie doesn’t know how to reply. He’s never even been asked such a question before so he can’t even pretend he’s got an answer somewhere in the back of his numb mind.

His heart thrums in his throat, feels as if it might escape, “You want to kiss me?”

You nod like it’s the most obvious thing ever. To you, it is, to Eddie it’s unimaginable.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

The moment your lips press into his, he freezes. Not in a bad sense, his mouth still moves. He still shows you how much he wants to kiss you with his tentative and loving lips. But he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. They flex at your side until you’re cradling his face in your own.

Your touch is warm, warmer than your lips and it almost burns. Burns so much that his eyes well with tears and he gasps into your opening mouth.

Your face suddenly feels wet and you can feel a sob making its way through Eddie's throat. You pull away, “Eddie? You okay?”

He slams his eyes shut to will away the tears, fisting at his hair when he pushes it behind his ears, “M’sorry,” he sniffles.

You reach up to cradle his face again, wiping hot tears away from his flushed cheeks, “Hey, it’s alright. I had a great night. Promise.”

He shakes his head, “No,” he swallows, “No, it’s not that. I’ve just. I’ve never been kissed like that before.”

“Oh.”

Eddie feels stupid. That is until you say,

“Oh, Eddie. Hey, c’mere.”

Eddie lets himself fall too willingly into your arms. Has no problems this time when you wrap your arms around his back and pull him as close as possible. Close enough that his hair presses so hard into the skin of your neck that he expects it to be embossed.

He grasps at the back of your shirt a little too hard. Pressing his nose into the skin behind your ear, sniffling wetly.

“It’s okay,” you murmur into his head, “I had I really good night and I think,” you pause and let him rub his cheek into your shoulder, “I think I’ve wanted to kiss you for a really long time.”

He pulls back and you think he has the prettiest eyes. Despite them being glassy and the tiniest bloodshot. “Yeah?”

You lean in and peck him right above his top lip, overthe plush of his cupid's bow, "Yeah."

“You think you'll want to try it again sometime?"

You smile brightly, "I think I do. More than you think."

"Way more than I think."

[queerquinnn]

steve harrington is so fucking touch starved, it’s insane. he’s just never experienced it, who was there to hug him? his parents? yeah right. nannies? too busy. nancy? she doesn’t strike me as the most cuddly person.

so when eddie comes around, always up in steves personal space, touching him, always in his vicinity, it overwhelms steve a little. cause you know, it’s not just about touch, it’s affection and love and he cant have that with a guy, right? he’s straight after all.

steve spends the nights alone, hugging himself, cuddling into pillows, wrapping himself in blankets and at some point he remembers tommy h. tommy, who sometimes clapped him on the back. tommy, who would hold his hand in pre-school. tommy, who shoved him against a car. and his mind wanders to eddie, again. it does that quite a lot in the past few weeks. steve calls robin and explains it all to her and has to wait five minutes for her to stop laughing, before she says through tears "you’re not straight, dingus" and hangs up.

the thought develops in his brain. he’s heard of bisexuality, robins mentioned it at some point. he tries to describe himself like that and figures it fits, why shouldnt he get to like both?

he quickly not only embraces eddies touchiness, but reciprocates. his hands linger on eddies arms, he hugs him as he comes and goes, the end up cuddling during movie nights. eddie notices this change but he’s so scared, i mean this is harrington. king steve. there’s no way, right? but when eddie finds himself cuddled between a bunch of kids in the harrington mansion, steve on his lap, pretty much cuddling himself deeper into his embrace, he almost kisses him right then and there.

eddie comes back the next day because he forgot something and jokingly mentions it to steve, mentions how if he’d have asked, eddie would’ve kissed him last night. steve turns red and stumbles his way to the question "and if i ask now?" eddie swears his heart stops for 30 seconds but they end up kissing. it starts out gentle and soft, not wanting to overstep, but they end up in steves bed making out like horny teenagers. eddie stays that night and steve has never slept better than with eddie wrapped around him, spooning him, caressing his cheek and kissing his forehead.

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