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At some point the whole situation moves from the couch to the bed.
On the threshold of his nest, with an Omega clinging koala-style to him, Eddie murmurs a question to his ear. To which Steve answers by shoving his face even more into his neck and nodding his consent.
As Eddie enters the room, a peak of emotion creases in his smell. Steve wonders how many times he got invited into an Omega’s nest. Not many – he guesses as Eddie gingerly lays him down on the bed.
“Hi.” he dorkly says when their eyes meet.
Steve greets him with equal dorkiness: “Hi.”
A fit of giggle rushes through them, leaving both giddy and lax.
“I don’t think that’s how we’re supposed to do it.” Eddie frown is completely mismatched with his lopsided smile.
Steve snorts: “You don’t say?”
“Yeah, I was figuring something involving less clothes.”
“Now now, Mr Munson…” Steve wraps his arm around his neck, “At least kiss me before trying to get into my panties.”
Eddie’s eyes drop on his lips, his scent suddenly turning shy. Idiot. He’s going to knot him and he’s playing coy just for a kiss? Steve takes the matter in his hands – quite literally since he grabs at his face and he leans upwards, pressing their mouths together.
That's like a point of no return. Something switches between them and when they part the air is filled with want pouring from their scents, their smiles still there but oh so different, their glinting eyes darting over each other in amazement.
They kiss again and again and again, small hungry kisses stolen between ungainly maneuvers to take off shirts and shuck off jeans, a pile of discarded clothes forming on the floor as they reach for more skin. More contact. More everything. More.
Eddie's ringed hands roam over his scarred torso, wrists rubbing all over on his skin. ‘He’s scenting me’ Steve absently thinks, arching eagerly in every single of his touches. He bares his neck, laying calm and pliant for him. No further invitations needed, Eddie dives into his neck with a pleased rumble, his petrichor scent growing musky with arousal as he sets up to scent his bonding spot.
Steve’s hand skids up to his head, fingers trailing in his curls, pushing his face on his neck. God, it feels amazing to be scented so thoroughly.
“Love your scent…” Steve mumbles, already halfway gone.
“What?” Eddie’s lips stutter over his damp skin.
“Your scent all over me… I love it…” he says, not quite grasping the enormity of his words, “‘S good… feels good…”
Eddie stops and props himself to look down at him, mouth agape and eyes wide.
“My scent is good?” he says astonished, “You smell like cherry pie… like, home-made warm from the oven, delicious cherry pie.”
Oh God, the way he’s talking about his scent, the utter adoration in his eyes… Steve feels his core clenching and a gush of slick soaking his underwear.
Eddie's nostrils flare.
“Can I eat you out?” he asks, eyes dilated in anticipation and voice dropped down.
Jesus Christ. No Alpha ever offered to do it to him, Steve always had to hint at them and even the ones that obliged never put much enthusiasm into the task, clearly doing it just to get quickly to the only part they wanted.
“I–” Steve stammers, too horny to put together a coherent sentence.
“Unless…” Eddie seems to catch his hesitation and grimaces, “You don't like it?”
“No! I mean yes, I do like it… it's just…”
How could he put it without sounding desperate to have something that Eddie might not actually be up to do? He’s already asking so much from him, he doesn’t want to seem greedy.
“You don’t have to do it.” he finally blurts out.
To which Eddie answers blinking in confusion.
“Steve. Stevie. Sweetie pie… do I seems like someone that would do it because ‘he has to’?” he slowly asks, almost as if he’d be actually worried to appear like that.
Steve eyes him meekly: “No?”
“Then let me rephrase it.”
Eddie clears his throat. Foreseeing one of his stunts, Steve brings his hands to his own face.
“Mr Harrington, I would really really really like to eat out your ass. Can you please grant me this honor?”
At this point Steve is a mess of horny giggles and can only answer nodding frantically.
Grinning at him, Eddie playfully bumps their noses: “Then roll over for me.”
*
In the past few hours, Eddie has discovered a lot of new interesting things. Like how shockingly obliging Steve becomes when in heat: all the tension resiliently carried on his shoulder is now gone, leaving space for something else. Or how the sweetness of his features can soften even more, uncovering a vulnerability he never dared to show. An entirely new Steve that somehow Eddie recognize and adores all the same.
How all of this is affecting irremediably his own wellbeing. Because it’s just the beginning and fuckety fuck, he’s screwed! Crushing harder over him than ever. And in the next few hours Eddie gets to know some more – and to crush even more.
Like the unspeakable feeling when he actually gets to have Steve naked under him. As Eddie hooks his finger on his underwear to slip them off, revealing the plump curve of his ass, is dying a little bit inside.
It’s not like he never got to see a nice ass. It’s that this particular ass belongs to Steve. Who is currently in heat. And is patiently waiting to be filled up.
But first…
Eddie slides down, face at the same level of that wonder of nature. His hands hover over the curve until he gains the guts and actually touches him. A full on squeeze that parts the cheeks, exposing his wet hole. It draws from Steve a faint whine, a sound that goes straight to Eddie’s cock. Shit… if that’s the mutual effect just for a touch, Eddie is not sure he’s going to survive the actual mating part. He needs to close his eyes and take a deep breath – through his mouth for God’s sake! – grounding himself for a moment.
“Ready?”
A small ‘Yes’ from him it’s all he needs before getting down to business and diving into the banquet.
Here Eddie just discovers another thing: his new favorite meal. Why yes, it’s Steve’s ass. The most outrageously luscious taste, with a side of sweet sweet moans. Oh Eddie is going to feast on it as much as his jaw will hold up. Can he have it for breakfast, lunch and dinner? Midnight snack too, please and thank you. No additional food requested, all the nutritional needs are met thanks to the slick flowing dense at each of his laps.
Steve writhes under him, hips moving in a loop of pressing on his face for more and jolting away because it feels too much. Eddie grips firmly at him, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and goes deeper, tongue sinking into his hole. God, he could very well die happily like this, suffocated by his the Omega’s asscheeks, with the heavenly sound of his moans matching the squelching of his own tongue over his sweet hole as soundtrack.
When he brings a hand up to grab at Steve's cock and pump, it doesn't need much more work from his ravenous mouth to have Steve coming, cock twitching and shooting on his fist, hips jerking and a single word muffled on the pillow.
“Alpha!”
Oh… oh.
Eddie fangs throb in response and the summoned Alpha surges, biting on the inner thigh of the Omega, while a last thick spurt of slick splatters on the side of his face.
“Shit–” he pants, abruptly sitting back and wiping away the slick dripping from his face, “God… sorry… Steve? You alright?”
Eddie’s heart sinks as the Omega doesn't answer back, panic overflowing him when he sees the red mark he left on the delicate skin. He can’t help but feel like he just overstepped, trespassing an invisible boundary they never spoke about but that sure has been there since the beginning. Bites are for mates, and they are not mates. They are not bonded nor will ever be. They are just friends making a pup together, but he got carried away and did something bad. Something damn stupid.
“Stevie…?” he tentatively calls him again, bending over to nose at his neck and search for any odd smell, ready to apologize and comfort him, “I'm so sorry...?”
“Mmmh… for what?” the Omega slurs, still blissed out from the orgasm.
“Got carried away and bitten you in the thigh?” Eddie sheepishly admits.
Steve's lips quirk into a lazy smile, his sweet cherry smell swirling content.
“Called you ‘Alpha’… wasn’t expecting anything better in turn.”
Eddie feels his face heating up. Yes, he did call him Alpha – and he almost came just for that.
“So you’re not mad?” he checks on him once more, just so to be sure.
And sure, Steve could answer with a heartfelt, elaborate speech aimed at reassuring him, but you can bet Eddie's stupidly insecure ass would still be doubtful. Perhaps he senses the issues, because what he does next is way more effective than anything else.
“The only thing I’m mad about is…” he sighs, arching into the unmistakable presentation pose, “You haven't knotted me yet.”
Yeah, maybe Steve is not so mad about his previous wild outburst – Eddie manages to think before his brain definitely shuts down, sending him into the feral territory.
* * *
Presenting for an Alpha is something huge. They all want it, of course. Any Alpha is filled with pride when an Omega not only allows them into their nest but also presents to them: it’s the peak of trust. Almost mandatory between bonded couples, but a lot of Omegas gladly oblige even outside a bond.
Steve did it for Nancy that one and only time they shared his heat, and then never again for any Alpha he dated. Never even brought himself to think about presenting, the mere idea of giving himself to any Alpha in such a vulnerable way making his guts wrench.
It’s appalling how it feels just natural for him to do it now. To do it for Eddie.
He called him ‘Alpha’, after all. Thank God these are things that anyone knows can happen in the raving of a heat, so he got to dodge any further explanation that would have scared away Eddie. But inside him, Steve’s inner Omega was screaming and clawing and crying, eager to call him mine.
My Alpha, my mate – has been chanting into his mind since the beginning, and now even more. With Eddie bent over him, shielding him from the entire world and the hot weight of his heavy cock laying between his asscheeks. He just hopes that his scent is not giving away too much.
How eager is to be filled – not just to have his much wanted pup, but also for the sake of being with him like this. The first and last chance he will ever get.
“Ready to make a pup?”
Eddie finds his right hand, intertwining their fingers.
Steve focuses on the silver of his rings – shit, now he will link this moment to his rings forever, triggering the memory every time he will get a glance of them.
“Yes.” he exhales.
As Eddie guides his cock, he presses a kiss over his temple. And then just sinks into him.
And oh God.
Steve is no virgin and Eddie is a perfectly proportionate Alpha that just licked him open with the best rim job of his life, so how is that it feels like he’s taking an eternity to go all the way? Not that Steve can complain. If nothing, the excruciating slowness is making him savor everything.
The quiver in Eddie’s muscles as he strains to not give in immediately. His faltering breath over his hair. The cock itself – unbearably hot and hard, every ridge and bump acutely perceived as it gently fits inside him.
Eddie’s deep groans when he bottom out, hips pressing firmly to his ass, makes Steve keen in response. Fuck. He could cry over the sheer relief of having him all inside – finally.
He basks into the feeling, only vaguely aware of Eddie asking him something. He nods. Then snaps back into himself at the first thrust. It’s nothing more than a languid rock of hips, but it’s enough to set him on fire. Lava flows from his core to his spine and back as Eddie sets himself to a maddening slow rhythm, air filling his lungs in expectation when he pulls out and then exhaling as a moan when he pushes back inside.
That’s not what heat sex is supposed to be – that’s somehow better and worse at the same time. Where’s the hasty fuck? The harsh thrusts? The frustrating chase for a release that will dull out the pain and the annoying hornyness? Why does he want so badly for this to never end?
Then Eddie slides an arm around his middle, angling them just right and picks up the rhythm just enough, thrusting inside just a little harder. And that’s it. Steve finds himself mouth slack gasping for air. Pushing back to him he can feel his knot already swollen and ready and God he wants it. He wants him.
And he must have said or did something, maybe begged for him to knot him already, because Eddie is huskily saying something back and then he’s pressing pressing pressing until it gives in and oh God, the filling, the stretching, yes yes yes, it’s perfect.
Steve's entire body trembles as his rim locks the knot inside himself, and then he just crushes down with a pained moan. Eddie holds him tight, his fangs biting at his shoulder as they are overwhelmed by the orgasm. It rushes through them like a wave, Steve spasming around the Alpha’s cock, the feeling of his loads spurting inside him so good it’s elating.
An eternity after, when the peak is faded out, Steve has barely the time to warn Eddie before slumping down in a messy puddle. The Alpha is there to catch him, even if he himself seems in need of CPR.
“God, that was… it was...” he hoarsely babbles, still panting.
“Yeah...”
Still blissed out from the orgasm, Steve can’t manage to come with anything more to say. His steady purring is speaking for him, he hopes.
Eddie noses at him for good, then takes his time again. 'Alpha's stuff', Steve guesses as he can feel revering hands mapping the beauty marks scattered over his back and warm lips leaving kisses over every single one of them, rambling some sweet nonsense.
“So fucking beautiful… hope you’ll take from your mama, pup. Well… maybe not the music taste. That one, you have to take it from me. But only that, okay? Everything else? Your mama. Deal? Trust me, your papa knows better…”
Ah yes. Of course locked Eddie must be adorable and overly dork. Very good, now Steve is definitely screwed. How is he supposed to settle for any other Alpha after this? Good thing he gave up to the idea a long time ago. He just hopes the love for the pup will be enough to fill the void, because no one will ever match this. It’s damn unhealthy but, hey, right now it’s a bit too late to reevaluate his choices.
*
It takes a good half an hour for his knot to deflate enough. And another half for the Omega to allow him to slip out. Not that Eddie is eager to leave him, let’s be clear. He would gladly spend the rest of his life the night spooning him. But they are both gross with sweat and slick and cum, and consequently very dehydrated. His inner Alpha is scolding him for not immediately providing supplies for his the Omega.
Only after having thoroughly scented each other, Steve allowed him to leave. Just the time to reach the kitchen and grab two bottles of water, he reassures him. The Omega thrills at him and Eddie can leave for that small but very necessary trip.
Back at the nest’s door, he’s hit by a sight he’s sure will haunt him forever.
Steve is laying belly down on the undone bed, body lax and muscles loose, hair mussy, face soft from the sleepiness. Down there, the tell tale of their fluids mixed together, dripping from between his asscheeks.
The bottles crackle in Eddie’s hands, head spinning for the sudden loss of blood rushing to fill again his cock.
“Down, buddy!” he hisses at it, “You did your part. No more action.”
A rustle of sheets. Steve blinks an eye open.
“I wouldn’t mind another shot.” he mumbles.
Eddie looks speechless at him from the door.
“You know,” Steve shrugs, blushing prettily, “Just to be sure it’ll take it.”
Well, it’s quite flattering. They both know that after the first knotting all the others are just perfunctory, so at least Steve liked the sex so much he wants another round. And who is Eddie to refuse it to him? Who is to refuse anything to his love friend?
He’s back at the bed in two strides, grinning like a fool. Steve’s smile is no better as he catches a bottle on the fly. They chug down the water as fast as possible before getting all over each other again. Kissing and giggling and panting as their naked bodies rub and slid together, still so sensitive after their first round.
“How do you want it this time?” Eddie asks him.
Steve looks at him from under his thick lashes, then a naughty smirk spreads over his face as he pushes him on his back.
“I wanna ride you.”
And here it is another thing Eddie just discovers: Steve may be soft and pliant during his heats but he’s still a jock who knows what he wants and how to get it.
As the Omega slowly takes him inside, eyes locked into his and mouth slack to let out a satisfied groan, Eddie can only hold on his hips for dear life and brace himself for what is coming.
See, Steve is fit – way more than him. And as much as a heat can be trying, he’s not even at half of his capacity. This becomes pretty clear very soon, since he set himself to go hard and fast and merciless, obviously with the goal to ride him to heaven and back.
Eddie is enraptured. He can’t take his eyes off him. How his sweated muscles shift in the strain, how his beautiful cock twitches and leaks whenever their hips meet, how that tuft of fluffy hair is bouncing over his forehead at times with their thrusts.
Oh God, his knot is swelling again.
“Ready?” Steve asks, grabbing at the headboard.
Shit. No, Eddie is not ready. Just like he wasn’t the round before, when he managed to not blurt out his feelings only because he sank his fangs into his shoulder. Yet he wants it, fuck, he wants it so much... yes yes yes!
“Go on, big boy… take it all…”
Steve grins at him right before pushing down hard, taking his knot again. And now – oh shit, oh fuck – now Eddie can see his face. As they both come, he can see how his hazel eyes roll back and flutter shut in ecstasy, how his mouth hangs open into a deep moan, how his features shift into that pain-pleasure crumple that’s the orgasm signature. And it’s all because of him.
Eddie’s cock, locked inside him, shooting his loads, is doing this to him. His mate, his Omega. The love of his life.
Eddie’s eyes shut down, his whole soul squeezing all the feelings deep deep deep into a corner before he can spill them up and ruin everything.
Good Lord… how is he going to cope when this will be over? When Steve will have his pup and he will be no more than a friend to him again?
He can’t survive this… dammit, he survived Vecna and the Upside Down, but this is worse! This is a hell! He loves him and he can’t have him… fuck… he loves him so much, he loves him so fucking much…
When Eddie finally comes down to the peak of the most overwhelming orgasm of his life and slowly blink back to reality, he finds Steve staring down at him in shock.
“What did you just say?” he breathes out, still panting.
Oh no. Oh shit no no no!
A horrific realization dawns on him: he did it. He did the stupidest among the stupid things. He very much spilled everything out loud and didn’t even notice it until now. What a fucking loser! Eddie brings his hands to cover his face in shame.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” he babbles frantically on his palms.
“Eddie…”
“I don’t– I didn’t mean it!” he cries out, literal tears flowing out pathetically as he tries to patch up the disaster.
“Eds, look at me.”
He stubbornly shakes his head: “No!”
“Alpha.”
The plea in the Omega’s voice works like a command would do if the roles would be reversed and Eddie can't do anything but fulfill.
“What did you say?” Steve asks again, voice barely audible and eyes inscrutable.
Eddie shakes his head again, lips tightly pressed. Like a child caught red-handed and yet refusing to admit it, as denying the evidence could spare him the consequences.
Said consequences are looking intently at him. And he would gladly disappear but, I shit you not, he's literally stuck to him right now.
“We are locked together for at least half an hour.” Steve dryly points out, “You're gonna answer me, Eddie. By hook or by crook.”
“Mh-mh.” Eddie refuses again, jaw set.
To which Steve responds by clenching down at him.
“F-fuuuhhck…!” Eddie stutters, whole body jerking up as he's coming again inside him.
He looks at him with wide eyes, torn between awe and fear.
“By hook or by crook.” Steve iterates, unforgiving eyes boring into his.
“How did you even do that?!” Eddie squirms under him.
“I'm a skilled man.” Steve brushes it off, “Now, are you going to answer or do I have to milk you dry?”
Eddie lets out a not very Alphey whine.
“That's… not quite the threat you think it is?” he fumbles.
Steve quirks an eyebrow: “Oh yeah? Let's see then…”
And then he does it again and, fuck, Eddie almost collapses this time, knot over-sensitive after two close orgasms and cock twitching in pain as he shoots again. It's a damn torture but by God if he's up to die like this! There are worse ways to go, after all.
“Shit! Okay okay okay! I said… nnnnnghhhaaahh… I said I love you, alright? I love you! I have loved you since forever and I want you and I'm scared to ruin everything and... and now, God... shit... you're gonna kick me out as soon as we are not locked anymore and never speak to me again and… and… fuck!” a harsh laugh cuts his pathetic rant, “I'm a fucking los–mmpff!”
The last word is muffled by Steve's mouth crashing over his. It's not a kiss, it's an aggression filled with love and rage.
“Don't you ever call yourself a loser.” Steve snarls at him, holding his face into a strong grasp, fierce eyes glinting with tears, “Don't you ever think about yourself as a loser. Do I look like someone that would bond with a loser? I don’t think so. Then don't you dare anymore.”
Eddie is petrified. He stares at him like a deer in headlights, the words still having a hard time actually sinking into him.
“Stevie…” he chokes out.
“Nuh-uh!” the Omega shakes his head, giving him a warning frown, “You don't get to call me ‘Stevie’ now, not while you're breeding me, Alpha.”
A shudder ripples through Eddie. That's the third time Steve called him ‘Alpha’ and never once he reciprocated. Never once he dared to hope – until now.
“Omega…” he whispers, “My Omega… my mate.”
Steve's eyes shut down, smell bursting love-mate-claim.
“God yes! Fucking claim me already!” he half-orders-half-begs to him through gritted teeth.
The request has Eddie springing up and flipping them both. Now laying on him, bodies flushed over each other, Eddie can smell the truth hidden deep into Steve's bold speech. All the desperation, the love, the guilt, the longing unraveling free and painful, mirroring his own feelings.
How stupid they have been. How much time they wasted. Stupid stupid stupid!
“A-are you sure?” Eddie hesitates, still processing everything, “We can wait until–”
“It's either now or nine months from today. Do you really want to have a clingy, hysterical pregnant Omega to take care of for nine months? Because that's what you’re signing yourself for if you don't claim me right now!”
Eddie's inner Alpha finally surges to take control and in a fit of dominance he fists the Omega's hair, forcing him to bare his neck and sinking his fangs deep into the bonding spot. And oh God, as the blood is spilled the sweet cherry taste explodes on Eddie’s tongue and they are coming again, crashing down together in a mess of cum and slick, tears and spit, a string of ‘yes yes yes’ hissed from the Omega writhing under him and clamping hard at his cock once more.
None of them knows how much time they need to recover from the shock of the bonding settling between them. It's a bittersweet feeling, somehow painful yet blissful. They noses at each other revealing in their new mingled scent, too emotional to even talk, a quiet purr from Steve while Eddie licks at his fresh wound.
“By the way…” Steve huffs away a tuft of his curl and turns to him, “I love you too, idiot.”
Eddie grins at him, heart filled with so much awe and fondness he wouldn't mind anymore if he’d cry now.
“Your idiot.” he winks at him, “You're stuck with me forever now, sweetie pie.”
Steve snorts a laugh and plants a kiss on his cheek, right on a dimple.
Eddie maneuvers both so he can lay again on his back, the Omega plastered all over him.
“Hope our pup will take from both." Steve mumbles through a yawn, "Maybe they will inherit our two brain cells and will be less stupid than us.”
Eddie chuckles. Then cries a little bit – yeah, at this point it's unavoidable.
Such a stupid way to bond. He never has been so fucking happy to have done something stupid.