#hi hello i have NO IDEA wjere the daddy kink came from thats usually a soft limit of mine

[stobinesque]

avarice for pearls

For @steddiemicrofic for August, take two! (take one with Eddie in the hot seat (as it were) can be found here)

prompt: 'cake' | wc: 311 | rated: E

cws/tags: D/s dynamics, free use, sloppy seconds, Daddy Kink (no age play)

unrepentant filth below the cut

"C'mon, baby, open up." Eddie's voice is perfectly even — bland, almost — and Steve's jaw drops without hesitation.

Argyle's fingers slip inside to place a bite of cake on his tongue. Steve swallows it greedily, then chases after Argyle's fingers to lick them clean of buttercream.

Argyle hums. "Feels nice."

Steve pulls back, leering. "Bet it'd feel nicer somewhere else."

"Stevie, behave."

Steve pouts, turning his gaze to Eddie. "But Daddy, I want to suck his cock."

"Only good boys get treats, princess. Can you be a good boy for me?"

Steve grasps Argyle's hips and casts an imploring gaze up at him. "I can be such a good boy for you."

Argyle's hand passes through Steve's hair, gently. Steve preens at the tenderness. "Sure you can, dude, but I'm not the one you need to be good for."

"Jeff, his arms," Eddie snaps.

Before Steve can wonder at what that means, his arms are forced behind him, pinned in place by one of Jeff's own.

Steve hadn't forgotten Jeff was behind him, hips hitching up into his fucked-loose hole, where Gareth left him slick with his spend — he's just had such single-minded focus on getting the weight of Argyle's cock on his tongue that everything else receded from view.

He's sticky, warm, and wants more. Wants soft, breathy sounds falling from Argyle's mouth. Wants Argyle's come mixed in with the mess caked in his chest hair from the pearl necklace Frankie gave him. Wants the sight of him decorated with his boyfriend's spend to tip Jonathan over the edge until Steve is filthy with his too. Wants Jeff to come inside him so he's a sloppy mess Eddie can just slip into and use as he pleases.

Steve wants it all. Is greedy for it. He's soaking up their desire; drenched and dripping with their love — and it'll never be enough.