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two houses, both alike in dignity

[ All things considered, Eddie had originally been set up for an extremely ordinary life. With his mother dead and his father in prison, he had been shuffled off to live with his uncle in a shabby trailer in nowheresville, Indiana. But his uncle was whip smart, and had quite the knack of technology and coding. The first app he had created had been a hit success, and soon Wayne was creating one successful app after another. This had catapulted them into fame and fortune, and Eddie quickly went from only being able to afford clothes from the Goodwill to being dressed in clothes that looked just as shabby but now cost hundreds, if not thousands, of dollars.

The family that accumulated around them wasn't a family bonded by blood, but it was family nonetheless. Both Wayne and Eddie collected friends that were closer to them than their own blood had ever been. It wasn't a surprise to Eddie when Wayne packed them up to move out to the west coast, where they would be immersed in the heart of a thriving technology epicenter. It was like an arms race, with multiple companies fighting tooth and nail to get an edge over one another. Eddie was quick to learn what was now the family business, and thus Munson Enterprises was born. They were rough around the edges, some news outlets called them 'scrappy' but they posed a real threat against the previous titans of the industry. One of those was Cunningham Corp, a long established, old money sort of family.

They hated Munson Enterprises openly, and thus, a rivalry was born. For his part, Eddie didn't really care about something like a tech company rivalry. For as much as his uncle tried to impart upon him just how serious everything was, that he would be the CEO one day, Eddie was more interested in sneaking off with his friends to explore and party in the city. He was twenty now, and already had earned something of a playboy reputation for himself. That wasn't entirely true, but again, Eddie didn't care. He was having fun, and had found a few friends within the company that were now as close to him as siblings. Eddie, Steve, Robin, and Nancy would often wreak their own sort of havoc on the town, still hungover or high when they settled in front of their computers the next day.

Robin is the one that that shows them the post about the party Cunningham Corp is throwing to celebrate their founder's daughter's 18th birthday. With wicked smiles they bend their heads together and plot to crash it. It's masquerade themed, which Eddie finds incredibly corny, but it's the perfect way for the four of them to sneak in unnoticed. They don't actively plan to cause trouble, but Eddie has a feeling trouble will have a way of finding them.

The four of them slip into the night club with ease, its patrons in sharp suits and racy cocktail dresses, all of them donning a mask. Eddie himself wears a well fitted black suit, with a glittering mask that vaguely resembles a raven obscuring his face. He's never seen Chrissy Cunningham in person, only pictures of her from paparazzi, and that's why he doesn't recognizes the pretty young woman that he has found himself in front of. Robin and Nancy have long since separated from the group in what he's sure will only be them spending time with each other, and Steve is trying his luck with any woman that will give him the time of day.

That leaves Eddie and this mystery woman, with her bright, strawberry blonde hair that reminds him of a sunrise. He leans up against the wall, flashing her his most dashing smile. ]

Lame party, right? [ Of course, he has no idea that this party is all for her. ] The Cunninghams are totally stuck in the past.

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[ Every noise she makes twists him up inside, makes him feel like he's about to go crazy. Eddie is relentless against her as she rides out her orgasm, his movements slowing as she tips over the edge. He feels impossibly hard, turned on in a way he's never experienced before. And yet a strange sort of patience has overcome him, willing to set his own pleasure aside to make sure she's properly taken care of. She calls him to her, and Eddie takes just a moment to settle himself, wiping his mouth and fingers against his shirt. ]

Hey, I'm here.

[ He crawls up the bed to her, wrapping his arms around Chrissy as he gives her the kiss she's requested. Even though he's wiped his mouth off, he's sure she'll be able to taste herself on his lips. He hopes she likes it. Eddie trails gentle fingers through her hair, over her face. ]

How're you feeling?

[Oh, she can taste herself. She's not really sure if she likes it, but it doesn't stop her from kissing him. It definitely doesn't keep her from smiling as he pulls away enough to question her. The attention to how she's feeling makes her ears turn bright red, followed by her cheeks. And she distracts from answering at first by pressing her fingers against his lips, laughing softly as he lightly kisses and nips at them.]

I feel really good, actually. Everyone made it seem like things like this would hurt. Or feel weird.

[But she realizes now that was just a way to deter her from wanting to go after any of it. To be afraid of coming into her own sexuality, so her virginity could be used as a bargaining tool. If she hadn't just had a really great orgasm, she'd probably be pretty mad about that.]

I've only ever...touched myself before. And only a little. So I didn't know it'd feel so good.

[If he were anyone else, she thinks she'd be too mortified to admit it. But he won't laugh at her. He won't think she's too sweet and simple to keep going.]

Sometimes it does.

[ He's never had that experience himself, but he knows well enough that other men don't take as much care, don't concern themselves with making sure their partner gets off. Eddie can't imagine it, taking a lover with only his own interest in mind. ]

You were wonderful.

[ That much is true, if only for the way he feels so absolutely obsessed with her. Listening to her describe the feeling drives him crazy, only makes him want her more. She is so impossibly perfect, sweet and innocent and made to be undone. Despite how much he wants her, Eddie feels comfortable in relaxing against her. ]

You're so beautiful, Chrissy. I can barely deal with it.

[She blushes profusely when he calls her beautiful, and a momentarily lovestruck expression takes over her face. Chrissy has grown up knowing she's beautiful. She was told every day of her life. But this is the first time she's ever felt it.]

I want you to see more of me. [She whispers an admission, smiling as she kisses him.] All of me.

[As reluctant as she is to pull away, she kisses him once more, before moving to sit up. Her hands are a little shaky, but she tries working her dress over her head. There's a zipper in the back though, one she can't get even when she tries really reaching far behind her. It's with a sigh that she shifts enough that her back is to him. He undoes it for her, and she makes a breathy exhale as she turns again, this time rising up to rest on her knees.

Chrissy starts to pull the now unzipped dress over her head, but pauses halfway.]

Do you want to be the one to do it?

[ Eddie watches transfixed as she begins to get out of her dress. Part of him wants her to stay in it, because it is so beautiful, because she looks like she's trapped in the middle of some perfect storm. Watching her reach to remove the dress almost pains him, because she seems so perfect within the confines of the fabric. But when she moves so that he can assist in removing it, Eddie is powerless to resist.

He lets out a quiet sigh as his fingers find the zipper. As much as he doesn't want her out of this dress, there's no denying the shudder that runs through him as her back becomes increasingly exposed. ]

Yeah, this is good.

[ Everything about her manages to overwhelm him, and he has to take a moment to admire the way her skin is exposed before he pulls the dress up over her body. Moonlight filters in through the windows, soaks into her skin and makes him feel powerless, in the best possible way. Eddie dips his head, presses kisses over the upper curve of her breasts. ]

Fuck, you're so perfect.

[There's a flush that takes over her body as he reveals her body to him. Braless and left in just her little pink panties, she's feeling exposed. But that's the point, she tells herself. And any imperfection he sees, he isn't likely to mind. But she still feels too thin and bony, breasts too small.

His attention to them, however, makes her softly giggle and feel a burst of confidence. Eddie finds her to be beautiful. He thinks she's perfect. And she thinks that maybe she's finally found her own form of perfection, in being absolutely perfect for him. It's while she's still quietly giggling that her hand presses against the side of his head, touch slipping downward so she can try to guide him to look up at her face.]

I want to see you too. Can I?

[She's patiently waiting for permission, but her hands are already on the move.]

[ Somehow, Eddie has managed to completely forget that he is still completely clothed. He's even imagined to forget his own erection, which still presses hard against his slacks. It's so easy to just lose himself in Chrissy, in how beautiful she is. Now that she's pointed it out however, Eddie wants to get himself stripped down quickly. ]

Of course.

[ He leans back so he can pull his shirt up over his head. It takes a bit more effort to work himself out of his pants but those are soon tossed to the floor, followed by his boxers. He reaches down to give a few slow, lazy strokes to his cock, still seeming in no rush. He thinks he could just watch her all night, and that would be enough. There's a faint nervousness that runs through him now that he's fully exposed, though she might not be able to see the way he blushes in the darkness. ]

Hopefully you like what you see.

[So maybe she's a little wide eyed as she looks him over. He's the first man she's ever seen naked and it's...a lot to take in at first. The way the moonlight looks shining against him is breathtaking. But nothing really draws her eyes away from his cock, or the sight of him stroking it.]

You're perfect.

[The two words are sighed, Chrissy moving in close to him on her knees. She's still finding her confidence, still is unsure of herself and what to do. But she knows she enjoys kissing him. So she does, her hands bracing against his shoulders at first. It's very slowly, as the kisses draw out and become more heated, that her touch tentatively moves down his body. She actually gasps at the heat she feels against her hand as she curls her touch around his cock and gives a slow stroke.

There's a worry about the size of him, Chrissy wondering how he's supposed to fit within her. But Eddie's done nothing but take things slow, wanting to make this good for her. He wouldn't do anything that would actually hurt or harm her.]

I love you. [The words are murmured against his lips, as her clumsy touch continues to try and stroke him.]

[ Eddie can't help but feel a little exposed, just the slightest bit unsure of himself. Chrissy may not have anything to compare him to, but he still wants to be his best self, to be the image of passion and confidence. Stripped bare as he is, Eddie feels like just a man, all the fame and fortune stripped away. ]

I love you too.

[ The response comes easily to him as he dips his head against her. Any hesitation he might have felt is swept away by the feeling of her hands on him. Eddie lets out a content gasp, unable to resist pressing himself into her touch. He wants to fuck her, badly, to press himself inside her, but he still manages to hold back. How long he'll be able to hold back is anyone's guess. ]

Chrissy-- [ His voice is a halting gasp, as his fingers dig into the bedsheets. ] Oh, please, keep touching me.

[The fact that she can make him gasp at all gives her more confidence. She still sounds meek as he sweetly whispers his name, still glances up at his face to make sure he looks like he's enjoying himself. But judging by how hard he is in her hand, she's fairly certain that whatever she's doing feels good.]

Should I use my mouth too?

[Chrissy curiously wonders as her hand starts to pump his cock a little faster. He had used his on her, and she doesn't mind giving it a try if it's what he wants. Oh, she's incredibly nervous about the idea of it. She's terrified of doing something wrong and messing up.

He just married her, she doesn't want any part of sex to be bad for him.]

Yeah, oh god, yeah you should.

[ She has no experience, and yet she touches him like she was made to do it. Eddie can't help himself, he leans back and thrusts eagerly into her touch. He's already addicted to the mere sight of her, to the way her skin feels against his. Eddie thinks he would do anything for more of it, and in a sense, he already has. ]

Please, Chrissy, I need you.

[ The words come out desperate and needy. He thinks he could come right now, only holds himself back because he wants to feel more of her. More than just her mouth, but he wants to enjoy that too. She's so beautiful, and he's so undone in his own right, needing more of her. ]

[She's transfixed as she watches him, attention rapt as she takes in his body language and the look on his face. It makes her flush with warmth and desire, and she thinks that the sight of her husband feeling pleasure at her hand will always be the most beautiful sight on Earth. Her inexperience couldn't take away her pride in knowing that she was enough for him, and it couldn't hinder the fact that instinct guided her to be exactly what he needs.

He tells her that she should use her mouth, and there's a moment or two where she feels nervous. But he sounds so desperate for her, so needy for her mouth, that she doesn't allow herself to hesitate for long. He needs her, and she doesn't think she can deny him anything.

It takes some slight fumbling before she's leaning down enough, her body bent at an awkward angle. Her hand is still slowly stroking along his length, but she parts her lips and guides his cock to slip into her mouth.

...it's a really uncomfortable position to try and do this in. But she does give a tentative little suck before she pulls back, cheeks dark red as she nervously laughs at herself.]

Maybe I could get on the floor, and you can go to the edge of the bed?

[ It's awkward, there's no denying that. She's clearly never done this before, and while that makes things exciting, the brief moment of her lips against him nearly kills him. Not literally, although feeling her mouth pull back he briefly thinks he might actually die. ]

Y-yeah, we can do that.

[ He needs her, so badly, in whatever form she can offer. Even if the rest of their lives were only ever awkward moments like this, Eddie thinks he would be fine with that. But if things could be better, well, he certainly isn't going to say no. And so he sits up, guides the both of them towards the nearest edge of the bed. Just watching Chrissy crawl off so she can settle on her knees does something to him. ]

Take your time.

[ His voice is breathy, needy, as he spreads his legs in front of her. ]

Okay. But you can guide me to show me what to do, if you need to.

[She's bright red and flushed all over as she crawls off the bed to sink down to her knees on the floor. This position is easier for her, at least, but it doesn't do much to bolster her confidence. It's obvious that he wants her, his patience hanging by a thread. And she wants to make him feel good.

It's far less awkward this time as her hand strokes at him, Chrissy leaning in once again with parted lips. This time when his cock slips past her lips, she's better able to figure out what to do. She doesn't have to worry about being stuck in an uncomfortable position, and she's able to try and figure out what to do at her own pace.

Thankfully, it doesn't take her too long to figure out that she wants to take on more of his length in her mouth, and she starts to bob her head as her hand slowly strokes what her mouth can't reach just yet. She pauses every now and then, looking up at him through her eyelashes. It's too tempting to want to see the look on his face.]

[ Just watching her crawl off the bed and onto the floor is almost enough to unravel him. She is so impossibly perfect, the picture of beauty, like a goddess sent down to her. And she's his wife, she's all his until the end of time. Eddie's legs spread a bit further, welcoming her between them. He feels in no rush, perfectly content to let her take her time in figuring things out.

A gasp slips out of him when her lips are back on his cock, and Eddie has to fight not to thrust greedily into her mouth. One hand reaches to tangle in her hair, as a series of unintelligible, needy noises slip past his lips. ]

You feel so good. [ It takes everything not to let his head fall back, he's desperate to see her, to watch the way she takes him into her mouth. ] Oh, Chrissy, you're an angel.

[ He has to be careful not to let this go too long, not to let himself spill over the edge just yet. He still wants to fuck her tonight, to really feel her. But for now he lets her set the pace, his free hand clutching into the bedsheets in an effort to keep himself grounded. ]

[With him making the noises that he is, it encourages her. She's still learning, still figuring this out. But instinct guides her well enough, and his hand in her hair is reassuring somehow. It's hard to feel like an angel when she's doing something that's far from angelic, but the dissonance of it makes her feel like there's nothing more divine than being on her knees for the man she loves.

Her head keeps bobbing, moving a little faster with each repetition. Occasionally she'll take him in too far, his cock hitting the back of her throat and making her gag. She eases up considerably when it happens, resorting to shallow movements.

Eventually she pulls back completely, letting his cock slip free from her mouth. Her hand reaches up to press against the corner of her jaw. It's a little sore, but easily forgotten as she catches her breath. Her eyes look up to him, wondering if he's content with this or if he wishes she had more experience. But she doesn't ask him that, not wanting to ruin this perfect moment between them.

Instead she allows him to guide her back up to her feet, and grins as he pulls her in for a languid kiss. ]

[ It takes everything in him to not desperately thrust into her mouth. He doesn't want to overwhelm her, doesn't want this to be an unpleasant experience. Eddie's hand twist desperately into the bed sheets, and it's all he can do to keep himself grounded. Just the sight of her, looking up at him while her mouth is on his cock, crashes down over him like a tsunami. She is so, impossibly, perfect, it makes him feel like he's coming apart at the seams.

When she pulls back, the soft pop of his cock leaving her mouth is almost too much. He's panting as she presses in to kiss him, both of them with the taste of the other on their lips. Eddie shifts back on the bed, tugging her along with him. He wants to take her just like this, with her on top, but thinks for her first time it might be better to keep it simple. He flips the two of them around, so her back is pressed into the bed, with him lingering above her. ]

I love you. [ He says in a soft, breathy whisper. His hand moves to cup her cheek, and Eddie takes a moment to just admire her, as though she's hung the very stars in the sky. ] Let me know if it's too much, okay?

[ And with that he nudges her legs apart, settles himself between them. His hand drifts down between them as he guides his cock to press inside her. A gasp tears out of him at the feeling, sparks exploding behind his eyes. Eddie manages to wait a moment, make sure that she's still comfortable, before picking up in a slow rhythm. ]

[It's too much, but not in the way that he thinks. Yes, there's slight pain when he first presses inside, the fit incredibly tight. But he keeps sliding into her, and her body stretches and accommodates him with ease. She gasps as he starts to move, the sound sharp and loud above the sound of their breathing. It feels even more so now that he's absolutely perfect for her, so in tune with what she craves.

Her head falls back as a groan tears from her, her legs parting just a bit more to accommodate him.]

I —

[Another gasp slips free, and she presses her hands against his shoulders to brace herself as her small frame is rocked along with his slow movements.]

I love you. [Leaning upward just enough to kiss him, she cuts the contact short with yet another breathy gasp. They're sharing the same breath right after, but all too soon her head falls back against the bed once more.]

You're perfect, Eddie. [She's never believed perfection was even achievable until now, giving herself to him like this.]

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