#early entry today look at me on top of my shit yooo

[doubtingthomasin]

kinktober: hellcheer edition

prompt 21: collaring word count: 1.2k

steeby deeby

MINORS DNI

@viharker

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It started out as a neck scarf, one she just happened to wear to Eddie’s once a few months into their relationship. He tied a tighter knot in it, still leaving it loose around her neck, and held on tight as he fucked her from behind. They both came just a little quicker than usual.

Then Steve entered the picture and she wore the scarf again, asking him to do what Eddie did. Again, none of them lasted very long.

So Chrissy’s nothing but thrilled the night they’re over at Steve’s and Eddie surprises her with a real, genuine leather collar. “Where did you get this?”

“A shop in Indianapolis makes them,” he explains, unclasping it. “D’you like it?”

“I love it,” she says excitedly, already turning around and holding up her hair for him to place the collar around her neck. He does so gently, only to pull her back into his chest by it a bit roughly once it’s in place, to her amusement.

“That looks so good on you, honey,” Steve praises, rising from the couch to get a better look. She winds up sandwiched in between them as his fingers run over the metal studs, the closed loop at the front where a tag should be. “There’s no name, though.”

“That’s because it’s a reminder, first and foremost,” Eddie elaborates, his hands squeezing her shoulders as he speaks into her ear. “You’re ours only as long as you want to be. And if you ever need to leave it’ll still be yours, hopefully as a reminder to keep taking care of yourself, even if we’re not around.”

She turns to him, one arm around his neck and one hand on Steve’s arm. “How did I get so lucky to have two thoughtful boys in my life?” It’s rhetorical because she pulls Eddie down for a kiss, her hand ruffling Steve’s hair as he kisses her neck above and below the collar.

They head upstairs to Steve’s room, leaving a trail of clothes down the hall. Eddie gets her on her knees, tugging gently at the collar as he guides his cock into her waiting mouth. She gives a content hum as he holds her still and slowly thrusts, her fingers caressing her opening until she feels Steve’s hand between her legs.

His fingers replace hers as he murmurs. “I’ve got you, kitten.” She whines at the new pet name and when his fingers curl inside her, his other hand fondling her tits as she continues pleasing Eddie. Since they’re both on their knees, he alternates between their mouths, still holding her collar even as he fucks Steve’s throat.

Steve’s hands get her off a little aggressively and she clenches around his fingers, her come dripping down her legs as Eddie leads them to the bed. Once he’s inside her, Eddie holds her up off the pillows by her collar, pounding her as she mewls. “Good little girl, you’re taking me so well.” Steve cuts his babbling short by kissing him, touching himself as he runs his tongue around Eddie’s. 

Steve feels Chrissy’s hand on his thigh, and they both look down to see her mouth hanging open in anticipation. As Steve shifts closer to her, Eddie croons sympathetically. “Aw, kitty’s a little hungry, isn’t she?”

“Uh-huh,” she whines, Steve resting his cock on her tongue, turning her head sideways. His hand’s right next to Eddie’s on her collar as he uses her mouth.

Once everyone’s fucked each other to sleep, Chrissy wakes from slumber to a whisper in her ear and a gentle tug at her collar. “Wanna come to the bathroom with me?” Steve asks.

She grunts and nods, still waking up even as he leads her by one finger through the metal loop. Once they’re in there, the light bright against the white tile and marble, he lifts her onto the edge of the counter by the sink. He kisses her fiercely, fist gripping the leather and metal even as he pulls back an inch, swallowing hard.

“Please don’t ever leave.” Her eyebrows raise and her heart aches a little at his pleading eyes. “Either of you.”

She nods against his hand. “Okay.”

“That’s not me telling you what to do,” he elaborates, shaking his head. “I’m just…please.”

Chrissy strokes the hair off his forehead, rubs over his shoulder blade as she responds in her normal voice. “I don’t think I’ll ever want that, Steve.” He nods with a relieved sigh, his forehead pressing into hers. “You know we both love you, right?”

“Yeah.” But he’s heard that before, he thinks, as he wraps his arms around her in a hug. “Yeah, I love you both, too.”

“Hey,” she coos, rubbing circles over his back and already smiling. “Need a little extra?”

He huffs a quiet laugh. “Yes, please.”

She’s used to that being the case, and there’s no jealousy between any of them, making one-on-one’s no big deal at all. It seems like each time all three of them are together, one boy needs a little more love than the other. Tonight, it just happens to be Steve. A moment later, he’s holding her up against the wall, sliding in and out of her in a steady rhythm as he bites into the soft leather collar. 

They’re both close to climaxing when there’s a knock at the door, slowing down but not completely stopping as Eddie walks in with a groggy smirk. “Got room for one more?”

“Always, as long as it’s you,” Steve breathes, feeling the other man's hands roving up and down his sides until they stop at his hips to still him.

"Need my fingers first?" Steve shakes his head, shuddering as Eddie's hands slide down to his ass. One hand pulls his cheeks apart while the other presses his cock into Steve’s worked hole, both of them groaning as Eddie slides further in. The movement sends Steve deeper into Chrissy, and she gives a little choked gasp as Eddie starts evenly thrusting.

Steve moans into Chrissy’s neck as the cock inside him moves faster, Eddie figuratively fucking them both as he takes hold of Chrissy’s collar. He pulls her forward enough for a kiss, letting her lean against the wall again but keeping hold of the accessory decorating her neck.

“Faster, faster,” Chrissy begs and Steve nods fervently, beyond words. Eddie obeys, biting his lip as he grabs Chrissy’s hips to speed them toward the end.

“Christ, Steve, you feel so goddamn good,” Eddie shouts over Steve’s panting, biting into his shoulder as he comes in his ass, his hard thrusts making Chrissy fall apart on Steve’s cock. She clings to them both as Steve drives into her, biting half on the collar and half into her neck as he finishes.

Eddie helps them down to the floor, wrapping his arms around them both as the cool tile soothes their heated skin. “See, Stevie? We’re not going anywhere.”

Steve closes his eyes and smiles, his hand sliding over Eddie’s on his chest to lace their fingers together. But Chrissy lifts her head to look at him, thinking for a moment. "Were you listening at the door?"

Eddie meets her eye with a crooked grin. "Maybe."

She lays back down, giving Eddie's arm a playful little slap. "Perv." They all chuckle, her hand joining theirs over Steve's heart.