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The first thing Eddie woke up to was a pounding headache.

Groaning, he rolled to his side only to be greeted by the (thankfully carpeted) floor. The landing had jostled him awake enough to register his throbbing temples and dry mouth.

His throat felt like he had swallowed sand, his bones rattled as he kicked the blanket off him, and his head really hurt like a bitch.

Gradually, the memory trickled back to him, explaining why his body felt so stiff.

Last night, Corroded Coffin had wrapped up their third world tour and decided to celebrate. That meant holding a great feast for the entire staff and everyone who had helped and supported them through thick and thin, partying all night long, and live-tweeting each other's embarrassing moments so their fans could join them in the jollification.

No doubt those videos and photos would end up in the headlines again.

It had been fun, but between those tequila shots and some good cocktails, Eddie couldn't remember how he had returned to his house unscathed and blacked out on his couch.

Squinting his eyes open, Eddie was glad the curtains had dimmed the living room, saving him from the peril of having the sunlight searing his retinae.

"Ugh," he groaned again, feeling mildly nauseous at the staleness in his mouth. He still wore his dirty clothes, even. Jesus.

"Oh, you're awake."

Eddie blinked and looked up at his friend, blearily downing the water and Aspirin when they were given to him before getting up from the floor.

Resting an elbow on the backrest, Eddie stroked his temple and grimaced.

"Jeff," he sighed. "Not that I'm not happy to see you first thing in the mornin'. But why're you here, man?"

"Dude, it's already eleven. And you knew it was Grant’s turn and mine to deliver everyone home this morning," Jeff moved to open the curtains before raising an eyebrow at him. "Don't tell me the tequilas had turned you into a goldfish already?"

"Give me a break, man," Eddie slumped back in his seat, clicking his tongue. "I do remember most of it, okay?"

They had partied until five in the morning and Eddie had blacked out during a gossip session he was having with Gareth and Chrissy. Anything after that was totally unknown to him.

"Then I hope you still remember your responsibility," Jeff smirked and jerked his chin at the air mattress set by the unlit fireplace.

Eddie looked at the lump lying on it, brows furrowing as he spotted a flash of brown hair peeking through the bundle of pillows and blankets.

He would be more alarmed if it weren't a usual occurrence for him to wake up and find his hookups either gone or still lounging around, hoping to get something out of him.

Fame, money, favors, you name it.

"Did I bring someone back?"

"Yeah, but not in the way you're thinking," said Jeff cryptically.

Eddie blinked owlishly, confused.

"Not sure I'm following, man."

"Go on," Jeff sat down beside him and gestured at the mattress. "Go unwrap your gift. You'll understand what I mean."

Though Eddie had a bad feeling about it, he still stood up from the couch and walked over to the mattress, squatting down beside it and lifting the blanket.

Breath caught in his throat, he took in the floppy ears sitting on a head full of silky brown hair, small button nose, long eyelashes that tickled his heart, round rosy cheeks with a pink pouty mouth, soft chestnut and milky white fur.

Maybe he was still dreaming, because then, it would give him a good reason for why there was a bunny hybrid—swimming in his old Corroded Coffin T-shirt and seemingly nothing else—snoring soundly in his living room.

Maybe it was just a bad trip and Jeff didn't mean the bunny was his supposed responsibility.

Because Eddie was the last person who should be entrusted with a baby, let alone a bunny who barely looked anything older than eighteen.

"Jesus Christ," he rubbed a hand down his face tiredly.

This was a bit too ridiculous even for a hangover. Which Eddie should know seeing as he had refused to be a conformist and didn't care about hybrids despite them being a trend in the twenty-first century.

Considering he could barely keep his potted plants alive (most had died from dehydration), he had no confidence whatsoever that he could keep a bunny safe and sound without accidentally killing it in the process.

And wasn't that a thought?

"Why is there a bunny in my living room?" Eddie looked at Jeff over his shoulder.

"Because you bought him?" Jeff returned dryly. "He's called Steve, by the way."

"Me?" Eddie pointed at himself, wide-eyed and disbelieving. "And why did I choose a boring Steve instead of an Ozzy?"

God, even an Edmund would sound more interesting at this point.

"To be fair, you had him renamed to Stefano Julia Harris Joseph Munson," said Jeff mirthfully. "It's just shortened to 'Steve' or 'Stevie' for convenience sake."

Huh. Good to know drunk-Eddie was still an intellectual.

Then again, drunk-Eddie was also good at creating trouble for both sober-Eddie and everyone around him.

At least, it wasn't another stupid scandal this time. Or he would’ve been subjected to Chrissy’s disappointed lecture right then, not just Jeff’s teasing.

"Thanks, man," said Eddie sincerely. "For taking care of us."

"Don't sweat over it," Jeff shrugged slightly. "I know you'd do the same for me if not more."

Eddie smiled, feeling warm and grateful to have such a great friend.

Small motions on the mattress drew his attention back to the hybrid—his bunny now, apparently—and Eddie shifted his gaze just in time to watch Steve stirring awake.

First was his nose twitching in higher frequency, then his ears perked up to assess the environment out of habit, before he uncurled from his fetal position and stretched his lithe body, yawning and making tiny satisfied noises that honestly shouldn't be heard by Eddie.

Because now, he couldn't get them out of his head however hard he tried.

Then those hazel eyes opened, still hazy with sleep and shiny with unshed tears.

And Eddie was bewitched.

"Hey," he said softly when Steve froze at the sight of him. "Aren't you a pretty baby, hm?"

Eddie couldn't care less that he sounded too smitten for someone who never planned to have a hybrid in the first place.

He believed Fate had brought Steve to him as compensation for all the bad things that had ever happened to him. And since there was no way around it, he decided to accept his gift.

If God was real, then amen.

"D'you know why you're here, Stevie?" He teased, wanting to break the ice with his bunny who kept staring at him in silence, nose twitchy and ears flickering anxiously.

Eddie knew hybrids could talk and understand human speech to some extent, but he still wasn't sure how well-versed his bunny was.

Fortunately, Steve seemed able to grasp the gist of it and nodded tentatively, eyes glinting in understanding and... resignation.

Before Eddie could try to charm his way into his bunny's good grace, Steve scrambled up onto all fours and turned around, lifting his ass—dressed in what looked like a pair of Eddie's boxers—into the air.

Due to Steve's hasty movements, the baggy T-shirt drifted down the arch of his back and bunched around his slim waist, revealing his fluffy tail and round cheeks to Eddie's greedy eyes.

If he didn't know any better, he would say Steve was asking to be bred. Which was nonsense because why would a male bunny do that?

There might be a logical answer somewhere on the Internet, but he was more concerned with how shaky his bunny was.

He glanced over at Jeff who just shook his head at him.

This was why Eddie hated it when the shelters stuck to the anesthetizing protocol. It only caused the hybrids unnecessary stress when they woke up in a stranger’s house.

Just like Steve at the moment.

Granted, it helped prevent the hybrids from escaping, but to knock them out before they even met their owners was just brutal.

Eddie hoped those hybrid protection organizations would do something about it soon.

"Hey, don't be scared," he put a placating hand on Steve's lower back, causing his swishy tail to jolt in fear. "I'm not here to hurt you, alright?"

Patiently, Eddie waited for his boy's acceptance, running his fingers on the soft fur soothingly, offering what little comfort he was capable of.

After a while, Steve reluctantly abandoned his demeaning position to turn around and face Eddie once more.

"There he is," Eddie smiled fondly.

Steve hunched his shoulders shyly as pink dust bloomed on the apples of his cheeks, doe eyes peering up at Eddie with a mixture of emotions—wariness, hopefulness, and curiosity.

"D'you know who am I, Sugarplum?" Eddie pointed at himself, simply wanting to try his luck.

Steve, as it turned out, was a delight.

"Daddy?"

Eddie grinned widely, heart tripping in his chest.

Shit, this might be dangerous.

No, this was dangerous.

But he supposed it was too late to back out now. Not when Steve had called him that name so carefully, so sweetly.

"Good boy," Eddie booped him on the nose gently, making it twitch out of reflex.

"Daddy," Steve repeated softly as if he wasn't aware of how deadly he was, T-shirt sliding off one of his shoulders as he inched closer to Eddie.

"Yeah, that's it," Eddie held out his arms, encouraging his bunny to move faster. "Come to your daddy, honeybun."

He ignored Jeff's choked-off laughter. If the guy could assist him with all the paperwork to bring Steve home, then he could watch the precious bonding moment between Eddie and his boy without saying anything.

It took quite a while, but eventually, Steve deemed him safe enough to clear the little distance between them and let Eddie gather him into his lap.

"Attaboy," Eddie popped a kiss on his baby's forehead. "So good for Daddy, aren't ya?"

Gently, he rocked them both back and forth, back and forth until Steve truly relaxed and melted in his chest, eyes slightly glazed over while nibbling the collar of his shirt.

Only then did he meet Jeff's eyes to answer the unsaid question.

He would make sure no one could take Steve away from him.

Thanks to his friends’ advice and guidance, Eddie didn't fumble as badly as he had worried when it came to taking care of Steve.

In just a few days, his guest bedroom had been transformed into an appropriate bunny den; beige wool carpeted floor, green painted walls and white ceiling, one toy closet, a built-in four-season hybrid wardrobe, sunflower curtains, a queen-sized bed, a bookshelf full of fairy tales and a beanbag.

He also bought separate shampoo, conditioner, and body wash for Steve; informed by Gareth that his bunny's fur would be damaged if not using the hybrid products.

Steve had looked genuinely surprised when Eddie showed him all of that, as though he never expected to be given so much.

And well, Eddie was glad to prove him wrong every day.

On the other hand, Eddie learned that his bunny was quite clingy and needy. He felt a little bad for liking it when those doe eyes welled up at the mention of him leaving the house.

For a grocery run, nonetheless.

At first, Steve had begged to be brought along, stomping his little feet and running back into his room when Eddie refused to grant his wish (not wanting to expose him to the public so soon).

Just when Eddie thought Steve was simply sulking, he found him sobbing quietly in his nest—built with feather pillows, soft quilts and blankets, Eddie’s worn-out shirts and some plushies.

Against his better judgment, Eddie had caved immediately when his bunny hopped into his arms, babbling promise after promise: will be good, don't leave, and please, daddy.

Later that day, Eddie was caught tying the shoes for his boy who looked pretty and innocent with a pink bow on his neck, wearing a baggy white tee tucked into jeans shorts, matching with white socks and sneakers Eddie had dressed him in.

They made it to the headlines quickly. News and photos about them climbed to the top and trended on social media.

Most of Eddie's fans were thrilled about him finally breaking his personal rule and falling for the bunny's charm.

Meanwhile, the minority of them—the part that thrived on Eddie being a perv—wondered if their rockstar had found a muse in Steve, yet.

Eddie wished they hadn't been so right and wrong in their assumption.

That said, unlike the hybrids he had crossed paths with in the past, his boy was awfully shy and always asked to bathe alone, which only worsened Eddie's curiosity—a rabbit hole he had spiraled down without meaning to.

See, as a rockstar as well as a millionaire, Eddie had been offered all forms of privileges and entertainment, including nonpareil hedonistic products.

Out of them all, the bunny boys were the most expensive and high-demanded not only for their exotic beauty, but also for their specialness.

It was rare. The one-in-a-thousand kind of rare. And listen, Eddie was always shit at Gacha games. If Gareth who had the worst luck could pull a legendary graded gear once in a while, Eddie had no such luck. Even a lucky charm couldn't save him.

And it wasn't like Eddie would know what to
do if Steve turned out to have a real pussy downstairs. He didn't think he could befoul his precious boy like that.

On top of that, Eddie was going to bite off his nails because of the cuteness overload. Honestly, he got why people were so crazy about the whole hybrids business if this was how they felt every time a bunny sat in their lap.

"Which ones, baby?" Eddie showed the list of underwear on his phone to Steve.

There were boxers, briefs, and panties.

No, Eddie didn't have any secret motives when he put them together.

It was called diversity and only bigots would prohibit their boys from wearing cute panties.

Eddie wasn't a bigot. He was open-minded and supportive as long as it caused no harm and made his boy happy.

That said, Eddie would still buy everything even if Steve didn't choose them just in case.

"This."

He looked at where Steve's finger was pointing.

Okay, it was a pair of panties. Pink, strawberries patterned, had a tail hole, and would go really well with the pink bow he had gifted Steve with.

Very cute, all things considered.

Also, Eddie needed to lie down for a while. Maybe even call Chrissy to inform her that he wouldn't be able to attend the meeting tomorrow anymore. Because he might not make it out alive if his bunny kept giving him heart attacks like this.

"Daddy?" Steve craned his head around when Eddie stayed silent for too long.

"Anything else, sweetheart?" He nosed at his bunny's pink cheek.

Like an angel, Steve shook his head.

Which wouldn't do. Eddie hadn't spoiled his boy enough, yet.

"Alright, one pair of strawberry panties," Eddie muttered as he added them to the shopping cart. "And also everything else."

"Don't need," Steve protested, ears flickering and legs thumping a little.

"You don't want them?" Eddie gasped dramatically. "Won't you wanna put 'em on? Feeling their soft material hugging you so nicely and knowing you're the cutest and prettiest bunny in the whole world?"

"Daddy," Steve whined and huffed, but he sounded shy about it.

Putting his phone down, Eddie maneuvered his bunny around so they could face each other.

"You know why I want to buy you everything, Sugarplum?"

Steve shook his head, adorably confused and clueless about how much he meant to Eddie.

Good god, he could ask for the sun at this point and Eddie would rip it from the sky for him.

"'Cause you deserve it," Eddie tapped his nose lightly. "'Cause you're easy to love and I wanna give you the world, baby."

Steve was stunned, staring at Eddie wide-eyed with parted lips. Even his ears and nose had stopped moving.

Maybe it wasn't wise to bare his heart so soon, but Eddie didn't want to give Steve the wrong idea of how he felt. Since their relationship was already imbalanced in power, Eddie needed to make sure his bunny knew that he was safe and loved there.

"Did I break you, sweetheart?" Eddie smiled teasingly, scratching his fingers under Steve's chin, feeling fond when his bunny started purring, nose twitching and eyes squinting in content.

"Real?" Steve mumbled while batting his hand away, likely to not get distracted from Eddie's next answer.

He was lucky Eddie found him cute.

"I'd never lie to you, darlin'," Eddie kissed his cute little nose. "Not in a million years."

Eyes crinkling warmly and lips pulling back to show the hint of the bunny's teeth, Steve scrunched his nose in a happy smile and leaned in to plant a soft kiss on Eddie's nose.

It was then that Eddie truly knew he was in love.

Staring at Steve lying tummy flat on the floor while humming quietly to the song from the TV, Eddie knew he should've put his bunny in more clothing other than just a pair of strawberry panties and one of his old tees.

Then again, it was Steve who had insisted on wearing so little—completely oblivious to what kind of chokehold he was having on Eddie.

Bitting his thumbnail, Eddie gazed at the pink cotton that hugged Steve's round cheeks so nicely and snugly, the tail hole allowed his fluffy tail to swish and swish and—

Eddie stood up from the couch abruptly, hand covering his bleeding nose, and marched straight into the bathroom.

"Get a grip," Eddie hissed at himself in the mirror after washing off the blood. "You're not going to pop a boner every time you have Steve in your lap. Or when you watch him nibble on those snacks, or when you spoon-feed him, or when he walks around in nothing but your hoodies and his cute little panties. Or when he calls you–"

"Daddy?" Steve's voice was heard from the outside, sounding sweet and concerned.

Eddie closed his eyes and exhaled harshly.

Fuck.

He was so hard he could cut glass right now. But he reined in his desire, knowing the longer he disappeared from Steve's sight, the more restless the bunny would become.

Telling his dick to calm the fuck down, Eddie splashed his face with cold water and dried himself with a clean towel, making some of his curls slip out from his bun.

As soon as he opened the door, Steve was ready to jump into his arms.

"There, there," shushed Eddie gently, swaying and holding his bunny tightly to soothe the poor thing. "I'm not going anywhere, Sugarplum. It was just a duty call."

Afterward, to cheer Steve up, he let the bunny cling to him to his heart's content and put on his favorite TV show so they could watch it together.

Which, in hindsight, was a mistake.

Eddie had been on the verge of combusting since the moment Steve settled in his lap, plump ass pressing on his clothed erection, innocently torturing him and testing his sliver of self-control.

When Steve ground down and made breathless noises again, Eddie just snapped.

"Sugarplum," he tightened his arm around his bunny's middle, nuzzling into the floppy ear that flickered in attention. "D'you have a boy or a girl's part?"

"... Dunno."

"Can I see it?"

Eddie could feel his bunny tensed up in his arms, but he was past being patient with all of this teasing.

The pamphlet provided by the hybrid shelter had warned him about Steve's high libido, but so far, he didn't see any signs of it.

Perhaps, Steve was too shy to ask him. Maybe he was still young enough to not have that high of a libido. Or worse yet, he was inexperienced and didn't know what to do.

As his owner, Eddie was responsible for looking after his health and wellness, making sure that Steve wasn't sick due to the lack of sex and pent-up needs.

"I'm just worried 'bout you," Eddie murmured into his bunny's neck, holding Steve down to keep the delicious weight on his cock. "Gotta make sure you're okay."

Steve's breath hitched at that. Then, he reached for Eddie's hand and guided it to between his legs.

And that was all the answer Eddie needed.

In a sense, Eddie had tricked the bunny into letting him see his most private part.

He never felt so guilty, and yet, this hard before.

All while having Steve look at him with so much trust and adoration that, for a second, Eddie intended to stop his evil deed and bundle up his bunny in a soft sweater before holding him until they both fell asleep.

Then again, the urgency to check on Steve burned away his hesitation. Before he could second guess himself, he carefully pulled Steve's panties down, baring the bunny's lower half to his starving gaze, milky white and fluffy just like his little tail and tummy.

"Don't be scared, 'kay?" Eddie smiled reassuringly at the poor thing who was trembling minutely beneath him.

God, even his little nose was twitching anxiously. How could something be this adorable? It should be illegal to have such big doe eyes, shiny and pretty like stone candies.

"I just wanna make sure," husked Eddie while parting the bunny's legs and pushing them to his chest.

There it was. Nestled in the mass of milky white fur, Steve's pussy looked like a sweet treat; pink, silky, and small. It was even dotted with a few freckles.

Fuck. Eddie was going to Hell after this.

He could feel his mouth pooled with saliva, hungry for a taste while his cock drooled and strained in his sweats. He didn't know whether to feel thankful that he always went commando or not.

It would be so easy for him to ravish his bunny right there and then, to ignore the poor thing's fear and take everything he wanted.

Steve would look so cute shaking beneath him with a quivering nose and teary eyes, silently begging for him to stop only to wail in pain when Eddie just went harder.

But Eddie didn't want to hurt his boy, not when he deserved to be pampered with all the love and kisses. Eddie wanted to spoil him foul, spoil him rotten, make love to him and hand him the world.

He knew it wasn't supposed to end up like this; him going crazy at the mere sight of his bunny's pretty cunt. He should retreat, put the panties back on Steve and call it a night.

Still, who was he kidding anyway?

"You're a special boy, aren't you?" He murmured, sounding hoarse and gravelly even to his ears. "Prettiest pussy I've ever seen, too."

As if enchanted, he bent down until his nose touched those chubby lips and inhaled deeply, already drooling over the alluring sweet scent.

Eddie had met many good pussies before, but he had never seen anything like this; lovely, delicious, and magical.

Above him, Steve whimpered and squirmed a little (either ticklish or scared), and— and Eddie had to have a taste, right?

He had come this far, had gotten Steve exactly where he wanted, had risked losing his control just to look. He couldn't turn back now.

Eddie dropped his mouth open, breathing in the smell of pure sex and Steve’s floral body wash.

Just a taste wouldn't hurt. He convinced himself. Just a taste and he would stop.

The second his tongue touched the soft and velvety flesh, however, he was done for.

Ignoring Steve's surprised yelp, he hauled his bunny up by the hips and wrapped his arms around the supple thighs to keep those legs from kicking, using his thumb to spread Steve's cunt apart, exposing the cherry red that he delved right into.

It was Heaven; spit and slick dripping down his chin and neck, his tongue almost bruised with how tight Steve was, his nose kept bumping into the swollen bud that would make Steve mewl sweetly, and he could barely breathe with the length of time his face was buried in the nectar pot.

All the while, Steve couldn't stop moaning, letting out tiny noises from the back of his throat, pulling and nipping on his floppy ears, overwhelmed when locked in a helpless position.

He was so pretty, a candy box of honey and sunshine. He was a dream come true and Eddie was too lost to his sweetness to wax lyrics about the vision of him.

When he slipped a finger into Steve, the bunny let out a strangled whine, muscles coiling and clenching as if asking for more.

And who was Eddie to deny his boy anything?

It required a lot of lube and patience for Eddie to fit all four of his fingers inside his bunny's little hole, preparing him for something bigger.

He gently flipped Steve over and pushed him down until his back arched nicely, a parallel to the way Steve had presented to him on their first meeting.

After watching his fluffy tail tremble cutely for a few seconds, Eddie leaned down to kiss it before lining up at his entrance.

Steve keened, writhing and kicking his legs weakly as Eddie started pushing in, but becoming docile and silent when Eddie finally bottomed out.

Eddie cursed under his breath, panting and sweating wildly because of the hot grip Steve had on him.

Even after all that prep, it was still such a tight fit. Especially when Eddie was more endowed than average and the bunny's vagina was smaller than a human’s one.

Eddie threw his head back when an intense wave of pleasure coursed through him, sending him higher and higher, causing his vision to swim with sparkling dots.

When he blinked back to reality, Steve was shaking all over and drooling into the pillow, hazel eyes rolling back and fingers clutching the sheets desperately.

Looking at where they were connected, Eddie watched in awe as the puffy pink hole pulsed around him, growing hard again when he saw the sticky white fluid dribble down Steve's inner thighs.

He had come inside his boy, filling him up to the brim with his seeds, marking him from the inside.

He wondered if a hybrid could get knocked up by a human, and suddenly recalled what he had read in the pamphlet, about the bunnies being paired together to satisfy their needs, how the females would give birth over and over again.

Gripping Steve's waist, so tight that he was sure it would leave bruises, he set up a brutal pace, shocking the bunny out of his trance and making him wail while his insides were being ravaged.

He was tight like a vice, clutching and sucking Eddie mercilessly, making Eddie's eyes nearly roll back into his skull.

Eddie felt dizzy, the best kind that made his mind float into the sea of lava and got his brain melted like butter. His vision went blurry for a bit before he felt something tickle his nose.

Raising his hand to wipe it, Eddie chuckled at what he saw.

Blood.

He fucking had a second nosebleed in just one night all because of his bunny.

Eddie had no choice but to pound into him harder for it, causing him to squeal and cry please, please, please into the pillows without meaning to.

The sight of his askew little bow just fueled Eddie even further.

"How many have you let in here, hm?" Eddie draped himself on Steve's back and braced his hand beside the bunny's head, using his other hand to hold the bunny's slightly distended belly.

It was the only proof that Steve was his at this moment.

Eddie felt unhinged, insane with burning jealousy. He wanted to rip those who had dared to touch his boy apart.

"How many have fucked your little pussy before?" Eddie sank his teeth into the back of Steve's nape, right onto the pink ribbon—dyed in his blood. "How many have tried to breed you, to mate you?"

He punctuated his words with each powerful thrust, driving deep and knocking the uh, uh, uh noises out of his bunny.

"N– No one," Steve shook his head frantically, shaking like crazy as Eddie rendered him delirious. "No– hngh–"

"So you kept yourself for Daddy, baby doll?" Eddie licked his red-stained lips, grinding slow and hard into that nub inside Steve, making the bunny keen high and breathless.

"Y– Yes," Steve sputtered, trying to crawl away only to be pulled back onto Eddie's cock to the hilt. "Just Daddy," he sobbed hoarsely. "Just D– Daddy."

"Good boy," Eddie groaned and picked up the pace once more, wrenching guttural moans out of his bunny, "Good fucking boy."

Eddie reached down to find Steve's clit and rubbed it until he screamed and spasmed, until he squirted wetly and soaked everything in his cum.

As Eddie doubled down and started drilling into him in earnest, Steve went limp fully, laying there and letting himself be used like a fuck doll—pliant and pretty.

It didn't take Eddie long to unload inside him once more, pumping him so full he let out a pitiful whine and small hiccup.

Holding him close still, Eddie stroked his soft tummy to give him some comfort, wishing the little bump was their offspring instead.

If Eddie had his way, he would continue until sunrise, breeding his boy all night to make sure it would catch.

Alas, they needed to rest and Eddie wasn't so heartless to tire Steve out.

Not yet.

It would only cause his bunny more pain if he moved too precipitously.

Fortunately for them both, Eddie had had years to practice his patience. And he supposed now was as good a time as any for him to put it into use.

"You did so well, baby," Eddie returned Steve to his back gently, kissing his tears away. "You were so brave, so strong for Daddy."

Eddie wasn't exaggerating, either. The fact that Steve had taken him so well in so little time was very impressive when it clearly was his first time.

After cleaning the mess of slick and cum with his tongue and fingers, he held Steve's trembling legs open to check if there were any injuries.

Once Eddie was certain his bunny was unharmed, he brought him into the bathroom for a thorough wash, wanting to keep Steve’s beautiful fur well-groomed.

By the time he dressed Steve in the softest sweater he could find and a pair of old sweatpants, the bunny had already dozed off.

Kissing the crown of Steve's head, Eddie tucked his bunny in his arms and closed his eyes, listening to the sound of his calm heartbeat until Morpheus embraced him as well.