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It’s not often that Buck and Tommy’s weekends off are aligned, but when they are, and when it’s a Sunday, it’s usually a slow day. They’d agreed rather early on in their relationship that Sundays are for lazing about, no need to rush off anywhere or do anything strenuous. More often than not, it’s just the two of them and Bear laying across various surfaces of either Buck’s loft or Tommy’s house, cuddled together or separately, doing nothing of importance.
This particular Sunday is no different. Buck is sitting at his dining room table in just his briefs and Tommy’s hoodie, one that was already a size too big for the older man and on Buck it was even more massive, swallowing him whole. He’s casually filling out the Sunday crossword, pen in hand as he chewed on the clicky end in concentration. Midway through filling out the answer for 24 down, Buck just so happens to look up, clocking Tommy standing by his sink, head tilted back, adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he gulps down an entire glass of water. The man is wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweats; Buck’s gray sweatpants.
He looked obscene.
Said sweatpants were sitting low on his hips, so low Buck can make out the start of the wiry hairs that sit at the base of Tommy’s cock from across the room. And the pants were tight too, leaving nothing to the imagination. Buck’s always had a healthy amount of muscle and has bulked up over the years, but compared to Tommy, Buck was just a touch smaller, which translates to Buck’s clothes being just a touch tighter on the older man. Because right now, Buck can see the outline of Tommy’s dick clear as day despite it being covered by gray fleece. It’s flaccid but still so big, the bulge it creates demands all attention be paid to it, tenting and stretching the crotch of Buck’s pants more than his own usually does.
Obscene.
Buck wants to touch it. He wants to wrap his fingers around the girthy length and feel the weight of it in his hands. He wants to wrap his lips around it and feel its heaviness on his tongue. He wants to swallow it until it’s cutting off his air supply.
He wants…
“I want to choke on your dick, daddy.” The sentence is out of his mouth before he even registers that he’s speaking. Buck doesn’t retract them or apologize, because he means every word he just said.
By the sink, Tommy splutters, choking on the sip of water he was swallowing, clear liquid spewing forth into the sink as he coughs, beating himself in the chest to regain control of his breathing. Buck laughs, airily, “don’t die before I can get my mouth on your cock,” joking. But also 100% serious.
He wants.
“Are you…” Tommy is clearly aroused at the thought. Buck can see the bulge in those sinful sweats swell and grow.
He stares and doesn’t care that he’s caught staring. It’s his sweatpants and his boyfriend in said sweatpants looking like a whole meal and he wasn’t even doing anything other than drinking some water. But all of Tommy is a temptation for Buck, from him being a firefighter pilot to the fact that his dick has broken and rebuilt Buck over and over again, ruining him for anyone else.
“Let me taste you, daddy.”
Tossing his pen on the table Buck abandons his crossword puzzle and moves to crowd Tommy against the kitchen island. He stretches up to kiss Tommy as he gently takes the cup still in Tommy’s hand away, setting it in the sink, while his other hand is already sneaking inside the front of those gray sweats, wrapping around Tommy’s fully hard cock. Buck groans into the kiss, finally having gotten his hands around that heavy, hard, hot column of flesh. He swipes his thumb against the tip, gathering precum to lubricate his way as he starts to slowly jerk the older man off. With every stroke, Buck tugs Tommy’s cock out a little more, letting the monstrosity that is the other man’s cock slowly peek out of its fleecy confines.
“Love that you’re so big, daddy.” Buck breathes out against Tommy’s jaw as he nips the man right on the rigid bone there, drawing out a loud moan. “Always fills me up so well.”
Then just as suddenly as he had been with his first request, Buck drops to his knees, dragging Tommy’s pants down with him until the older man is baring all. Buck’s mouth closes around its price without any further prompting. Tommy swallows back a howl at the action, hands immediately coming out to hold Buck’s head, thick fingers gripping Buck’s skull as he slowly moves his hips, in, out, in, out, shallowly. But that’s not what Buck wants. Buck wants to choke on Tommy’s dick, wants the giant thing to sit in his mouth and lodge in his throat. He scrapes his nails down the back of Tommy’s thighs to show his dissatisfaction.
“Oh?” The older man chuckles. “My baby wants more, huh? You want daddy’s cock that badly?”
Nodding, Buck moans around his mouthful.
One powerful thrust of his hips, Tommy’s cock hits the back of Buck’s throat. Then he pulls back and does it again, each time deeper and deeper. And with each thrust, Buck feels his own erection leaking more and more into his underwear.
It’s getting a little hard to breathe, Tommy’s cock leaving no room for air to pass through Buck’s throat.
Buck unhinges his jaw some more, takes Tommy in deeper. He swallows down as much of the older man’s giant cock as possible, so far down that he can feel Tommy’s cockhead lodged in his throat. In his neck. So deep in his windpipe that Buck can’t take in even an ounce of new air. An errant thought passes through Buck’s head, that if someone were watching them right now, they’d probably be able to see Tommy’s cock extending his throat, the sight framed perfectly by the neck-opening of Tommy’s hoodie.
The same hoodie that has Tommy’s name printed across the back, that’s Buck’s favorite, is now wet with precum and drool, the collar darkened with various bodily fluids rubbing against the skin of Buck’s neck, creating additional, delicious friction. He moans, throat reflexively tightening against the blockage inside, and above him Tommy groans, feeling the vibration up the length of his cock.
“God, baby,” Tommy hisses, his blue eyes meeting Buck’s watery gaze. “Always so gorgeous on your knees for me. So fucking pretty.”
He feels dizzy with lack of air, pulling back and moaning again at the heavy drag of Tommy’s cock as it pulls out of his throat. Greedily, Buck sucks in the cool air of the loft before diving back in, shoving his face into the older man’s crotch until his nose tickles against the coarse hairs at the base of Tommy’s erection. He breaths in the man’s concentrated musk as he swallows his large cock down, down, down his throat once more. And then there’s a hand wrapping around the underside of his jaw, adding external pressure to Buck’s already overstuffed throat.
Oh god.
Buck can’t breathe.
He feels lightheaded, vision blurry with darkness creeping at the edges, and Buck absolutely relishes in those sensations. Tommy must enjoy what he’s feeling, and he must have felt the outline of himself, the bulge of his cockhead in Buck’s windpipe.
“Fuck.” Tommy’s hip bucks forward involuntarily as the man groans, the hand threaded through Buck’s curls tightening to an almost painful degree.
Buck chokes on a whine, spittle and excess precum dribbling out the corner of his mouth to run down his throat, coating Tommy’s hand in the process. He must look utterly debauched and filthy; how Buck wishes he can see himself right now, kneeling in supplicant at Tommy’s feet, hands clenched around the man’s thighs, his own cock arching towards his own stomach and peaking out of the band of his briefs in its hardness, nearly purple with neglect and dripping steadily, a pool of precum gathering beneath his soaked through underwear.
“Can I, baby?”
Buck knows what it is Tommy is asking for. He wants to fuck Buck’s face, more than he already is. And Buck wants it too, wants to not only be choking on the older man’s monster cock but to feel it moving rapidly in and out of his mouth, his throat. Buck wants to be used like a flesh light. Wants to feel that cockhead blocking his airways press into him again and again.
So he nods, one hand squeezing Tommy’s hamstrings as a way to give permission, and that’s all the signal the older man needs. One second Buck’s throat is stuffed full of cock and the next Tommy’s hips are moving at a steady pace, hips thrusting and cock moving in and out of Buck’s mouth, fucking in deep each time, groaning every time he feels his own cock inside Buck’s neck.
Buck comes at the first hard thrust from Tommy’s hips. The second the older man starts to earnestly fuck his face, Buck is soaking his own briefs untouched, his own cock twitching in its cotton confines as rope after rope of cum shoots out, wet spot growing larger and larger, excess whiteness dripping down to the floor. He wants to wail, but the giant cock moving in and out of his throat, and the occasional tightening of Tommy’s grip on the underside of his chin prevents him from making anything more than a few choked off glucking sounds.
“Did you come, baby?” Tommy asks, his other hand coming down to wipe away a stray tear on Buck’s face. “Untouched?”
Buck nods as Tommy’s thrusts slow down until the older man’s hips come to a standstill. He whines, wanting to feel more of that glorious cock in his mouth, down his throat.
“Don’t swallow.” Tommy pulls back until only the head of his cock remains in Buck’s mouth.
He’s still holding Buck’s jaw, fingers squeezing hard so that his mouth remains open. Buck wonders for a second if there would be bruises left on his face, purpling dimples right in the center of his cheeks. The thought has Buck whining. He nods when the fingers tighten their hold, his jaw aching but he doesn’t shy away, rather he leans into the touch, opens his mouth wider and sticks his tongue out further to cup under Tommy’s length, teasing the sensitive gland on the underside of his cockhead.
Tommy hisses, his cock jumps.
“Good boy.” Buck blinks slowly up at the man and nods, indicating he heard the command.
He watches as Tommy’s eyes darken, blue eyes nearly black with lust. One large hand fisted around his big cock, stripping up and down. His lids fall halfway as his body hunches a little; Buck can tell the older man is close. Tommy’s fist speeds up, his rhythm erratic as he creeps past the ledge, white cum spurting forth from his cock directly into Buck’s mouth, gathering on his tongue. Buck pushes away the urge to swallow as more and more cum fills his mouth. It seems to go on forever, saliva mixing with the pearly cum, a few drops escaping to run down Buck’s jaw, Tommy’s wrist, to join the already present pool of Buck’s cum cooling against the tile floors.
“You’re doing so well, baby.” Tommy coos as he milks every last drop from his softening cock. “So good for me.”
Buck expects Tommy to do something after he finishes cumming, but the older man seems content to simply stare down at him, taking in the sight of Buck with tracks of tears on his face and mouth overflowing with sticky, white cum.
“Want to keep you like this forever.” The older man whispers, low voice vibrating through Buck’s whole body and his spent cock gives a valiant twitch. “On your knees with my name on you and my cum in your mouth.”
Yes. Buck wants that too. To be at the man’s beck and call, always open and available for his cock. He wants to be filled with cock, with cum, and wants it to pour out of his every orifice until everyone who so much as glances at him will know that he is Tommy’s, and only Tommy’s.
It’s weird to think that Buck never really thought he’d enjoy the taste of cum as much as he does, not until he’s met Tommy, not until his first time giving a blowjob and the exhilarating feeling of making the older man cum was so much more than all the times he’s brought a woman to orgasm by going down on her. The taste of a man’s cum was so different too, heavier, thicker, not pleasant but strangely addicting. Buck would blame it on his oral fixation, always wanting to chew on the end of a pen or straw or the rim of a cup, but he knows that it’s because it’s Tommy.
They hold gazes, staring at each other, blue meets blue. Then slowly, Tommy pulls Buck up to his feet using only the hand that’s still wrapped around his jaw, and Buck has no choice but to follow, climbing to stand on unsteady legs. He feels like bambi, legs easily folding under him. His only support is Tommy and he grips the man’s meaty shoulders to prevent himself from falling, inadvertently bringing his face closer to the other man’s. Buck’s mouth is still filled with cum, lips milky and glossy, as he looks at Tommy from under his lashes.
“Come here, sweetheart.”
And then Tommy is licking Buck's mouth, pulling his own cum out of Buck’s mouth, sharing the white fluid between them. Cum spills down both their chins as their lips glide together, teeth scraping against sensitive flesh, tongues dancing as they chase the taste of each other and the salty-bitterness of Tommy’s cum. The act itself is filthy, their faces smeared with cooling ejaculate, but neither men seem to care.
Tommy’s hand shifts to wrap around Buck’s neck, thumb slowly applying pressure on Buck’s abused windpipe and it stings in the best way, aching and pulsing every time Buck swallows another mouthful of the cum and saliva mixture. A wide palm lands on Buck’s ass over his drenched briefs, so soaked through with cum the wet spot has spread across his entire front and slowly moving back. Tommy’s hand cups the mound of flesh, kneading harshly, pulling and tugging, spreading his cheeks open as a blunt finger ghosts over the furl of Buck’s hole. Buck’s whole body jerks as if he’s been electrocuted. His still oversensitive cock twitches once more with arousal, seeming to reawaken under Tommy’s ministrations, which doesn’t go unnoticed by the older man.
Tommy pulls out of the kiss, a string of white cum connecting their lips. Buck whimpers, chasing after the man, tongue out to catch the string, not wanting to lose the taste of the other man.
“So desperate for me, baby.”
The single finger pushes is, past the eagerly twitching rim, pushing damp fabric into Buck’s ass. He thinks he can feel every grain and weave of his briefs as Tommy’s finger fucks him shallowing in its cotton condom. Buck keens, wailing as he grabs Tommy’s face to muffle his own cries with the other man’s lips.
“Daddy.”
“Think you can cum again for daddy?” Tommy’s voice was deep and sensual as he asks, lips grazing Buck’s with every word he utters, teasing.
“I—” Buck nods, not trusting his own voice. His throat feels raw and his voice reflects it. Part of him feels proud to sound so fucked out, that his boyfriend has such a nice cock and he knows how to use it well.
So Tommy continues, fucking Buck through the fabric of his underwear, fingers going in and out of Buck’s hole, stretching it but never going deep enough to hit the younger man’s prostate. He keeps Buck on the edge and lets him grind desperately against his own abs, rubbing the cum drenched fabric between their two bodies. It feels like forever until Buck’s second orgasm closes in on him, overflowing into his veins as he shakes against Tommy’s body. His legs give out and it’s only Tommy’s arms holding him up.
“Gorgeous, baby.”