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Eddie lounges on the bed, idly scrolling on his phone, listening to Buck’s off-key singing in the shower. It’s always the same, Buck likes his showers hot enough to scald, coming out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, pink and scrubbed, and Eddie knows tonight will be no different, waiting as the water shuts off and Buck comes into the room, backlit by the bright lights of the en suite, naked and still dripping as Eddie watches and enjoys.
To the casual observer it might seem like Buck moves aimlessly about the room, flitting from nightstand to chest of drawers to laundry basket but Eddie knows the routine, the steps plotted out in Buck’s head. He’s not complaining about the view he gets either; Buck’s broad shoulders and strong thighs, littered with tattoos chosen by a Buck Eddie didn’t know, the softness of his belly and hips, his strength, right to the core of him. Buck is fastidious with his waxing routine, water still dripping from his hair, running slowly over his collarbones and quickly down his smooth chest. Eddie watches a drop all the way from Buck’s neck to his hip. He wants to chase it with his tongue. He wants to suck the water out of Buck’s hair. He wants to lap at him until he’s damp with Eddie’s spit instead.
Buck dumps his dirty clothes in the hamper and disappears into the bathroom again, coming back out with a towel, scrubbing at his hair, drying his chest and shoulders. His cock is plump, hanging thick between his legs; he probably played with himself a bit in the shower, knowing Eddie was waiting for him, anticipating something, and now Eddie’s had enough of waiting.
‘Buck. Come here.’
Buck looks up and grins, an irrepressible smile that takes over his whole face as he comes over to the bed, his hand already drifting to his own dick. Eddie allows him two or three tugs before he hooks his foot behind Buck’s knee to topple him onto the mattress. Buck yelps as he goes down but catches himself easily, strong arms propping him up, looking at Eddie with his bright, blue eyes, assessing. They’ve been doing this long enough now they can usually tell what the other wants without asking, what might be on the cards, and Buck’s gaze goes liquid, his eyelids drooping to half-mast already from whatever he sees on Eddie’s face.
He’s still a bit damp, warm and soft from his shower, pliant and easy as he lets Eddie turn him onto his back without complaint. Eddie kisses him, one long press of his lips to Buck’s, a hint of tongue, slick and teasing before he’s pulling away, sitting back between Buck’s spread thighs. Buck chases him, hinging up from the waist but he sinks back quickly when it’s clear Eddie’s not going to give him anymore.
‘Are you comfortable?’
‘Yeah,’ Buck’s tongue is caught between his teeth, his gaze direct as he looks up at Eddie, because however sweet he’ll be there’s always an edge, a strength that matches Eddie’s, perfect equilibrium as they hold each other up.
‘Good. I want you to stay there for me,’ says Eddie, his hands circling Buck’s wrists, pressing them firmly to the mattress, down by his sides, ‘and no touching.’
With Buck settled, Eddie ducks his head, mouth to Buck’s collarbone. He sets his teeth against it, scraping over the bone oh so gently, follows it with his tongue, a hot gust of breath. Moves lower, to Buck’s chest, just above his nipple and does it again. Teeth, tongue, breath. He switches to Buck’s other pec, dragging his mouth over his skin as he goes and it makes Buck gasp, a hitched noise caught in his throat, but he stays still for now. Eddie’s been regrowing his mustache, because Buck likes it and asked, and because Eddie is a long way from the person who was trying to bury every truthful, imperfect part of himself 40 feet deep. He lets Buck feel it, the rasp against his skin. Buck is sensitive here, Eddie knows, flicking his tongue, lapping at Buck’s nipple, sucking at it until it goes tight in his mouth. That sound again, a swallowed gasp, and Buck trembling beneath him.
‘I asked you to be still but you don’t have to be quiet, bud,’ Eddie says, looking up at Buck, wide-eyed and flushed already, ‘I want to hear you.’
He closes his teeth around Buck’s pec again, harder this time, and Buck hisses, moans, the sweetest sound as Eddie traces the indents made by his teeth with his tongue, pressing gentler, soothing kisses across Buck’s chest. He loves it, Buck’s chest, Buck’s tits, so much fuller than when they first met, two perfect handfuls, soft flesh over firm muscle. Eddie loves falling asleep, Buck the little spoon, with both of his hands tucked around his pecs, he loves watching a movie stretched out on the couch, head pillowed on Buck’s chest and Buck’s fingers scratching over his scalp, he loves it when Buck rides him, Eddie flat out on their bed, watching Buck’s tits bounce. He loves it like this, getting his mouth on Buck, teeth and tongue and grasping need.
‘Eddie,’ Buck says breathlessly, ‘what…?’
He’s looking down at Eddie, a little glassy-eyed and Eddie can feel Buck’s dick pressed hard and thick against him. He’s not demanding anything he’s just confused, he likes to be good, he likes to have a goal and Eddie hasn’t given him any instructions yet, other than stay.
‘Patience,’ is all Eddie says, kissing the center of Buck’s sternum and sitting back on his haunches.
There’s already a bruise on Buck’s neck and his right pec, a thousand capillaries blooming under his skin, broken under the gentle pressure of Eddie’s mouth, Buck’s blood rising to meet him. The bite mark on his other pec is purple; he didn’t bite hard enough to break the skin but it was close and Eddie runs the tips of his fingers over the smooth indentations. He hasn’t tasted Buck’s blood yet, although he’s tasted everything else, spit and tears and sweat and come, the very essence of Buck on his tongue, in his mouth, filling him up until his senses are overwhelmed. Buck knows what Eddie’s blood tastes like and Eddie feels like there should be some kind of equivalent exchange; maybe next time they do this he’ll get a taste of Buck’s.
Eddie puts his hands on either side of Buck’s torso, at his waist, the cage of his ribs rising and falling with measured breaths. Buck’s cock is hard, flushed red and leaking already. There’s a pool of precome collecting on his belly and every time he takes a breath, in-out, the head of his cock sticks and unsticks from his skin. Eddie wants to get his mouth on it so badly but he has a goal and that’s not it, not tonight. Instead, he leans in, nips at the plush layer of fat over Buck’s stomach, rolling mouthfuls over his teeth, leaving a trail of bitemarks and spit on his belly and hips, until Buck’s skin is shiny and red, his dick twitching even though Eddie still hasn’t touched him there.
Buck moans, almost a whine, and he isn’t begging but it’s clear what he wants. Perhaps it’s pity, or something worse, as Eddie moves back up the bed, holding himself up over Buck, giving him the barest hint of friction, his belly brushing Buck’s cock as he leans down to kiss him. It’s slow, shallow, Eddie teasing until Buck is chasing him and then he breaks the kiss to sit back, hands on Buck’s hips, thumbs pressed to the tender lines of his groin. Buck hisses and jerks against his hold, fucking up against nothing like he’s trying to get relief from the air. He looks beautiful, flushed like it’s painted on, rouge on his cheeks, lips dark and bitten, sweat shining on the high points of his cheekbones, in the hollow of his throat. Eddie wants to swallow him whole.
He pushes at Buck's legs, heaving one up and onto his shoulder, fingers digging into the muscle of his calf. He teases his mustache over Buck’s shin, holding the sturdy turn of his ankle in the firm grip of his hand, and down over the fine bones of his foot, sweeps his thumb over the arch and Buck laughs, trying to yank his foot back.
‘Tickles.’
Eddie raises an eyebrow, ‘oh, yeah?’
‘No, Eddie, come on, don’t,’ Buck squirms but he can’t get far, can’t get away from the tight hold Eddie has on his calf, the light touch of his fingers.
‘You don’t like my mustache?’ says Eddie, teasing, the bristles dragging lightly across the delicate skin on the sole of his foot.
Buck swears, still laughing, actively trying to kick Eddie now but his dick hasn’t flagged in the slightest and Eddie lets his foot go to grab him behind the knee, pushing it against Buck’s chest, folding him in half. They’re both breathing hard, Buck grinning up at him, and it’s easy, sliding his hand from the bend of Buck’s knee to the meat of his thigh, strong and thick, coarse hair thinning to smooth skin. He pushes Buck’s leg up and out, deepening the stretch, exposing.
Buck waxes here too, his crack and his balls, drawn up tight, skin velvet smooth and Eddie bends forward, between Buck’s legs, not quite close enough to touch, breathing in deep. Buck smells like their body wash, clean sweat and the musk of his skin and Eddie turns his head, sinking his teeth into the hard muscle of Buck’s thigh, just below the pulled taut tendons and ligaments of his groin. It makes Buck yell, one hand flying to the top of Eddie’s head, fingers scratching blunt over his scalp but he doesn’t push him away, folding his legs over Eddie’s back to pull him closer.
Eddie loops his arm under Buck’s thigh, holding him still as he works over the skin with soothing kisses and licks, burning stubble and the rasp of his mustache, pinching bites and sucking mouthfuls. He keeps going, over the same spot twice, three times until Buck is shaking, gulping in air above him. He traces Buck’s muscles with his tongue, the path of his femoral artery; there’s power here, hard won at the gym and at work, but vulnerability too and Eddie is overcome by the ease with which they share their strength and their tenderness with each other, in this and in all things.
When he sits back Buck’s skin is red raw, hot under his fingertips, shiny with spit and littered with bruises already but his other thigh is pale, milky white in comparison, unmarred, and Eddie touches the skin reverently. This is where Buck was injured, silvered scars bisecting his lower leg from the crush injury and the surgeries. It still hurts him sometimes, plays up if there’s a sudden change in the weather, and Buck is liable to ignore it, forcing himself to work through the pain. Eddie has to remind him to take care of himself sometimes or take him in hand if he won’t do it himself. He starts more gently on this side, just lips and tongue from knee to hip, although he can’t help the scrape of his stubble. He hasn’t shaved in the two days they’ve had off so far this week because he knows Buck likes it, when they kiss, when Eddie touches his body like this, all over.
‘Eddie,’ Buck sounds shivery, already out of it without Eddie having touched his cock once.
‘I’ve got you,’ says Eddie, centering himself between the spread of Buck’s thighs again, both hands on his fevered skin, spreading him wide, leaning in, letting Buck feel every brush of his mustache against his perineum, the first wet glide of his tongue that follows.
This is it, the moment he tells Buck what he wants, looking up over the planes of Buck’s body, his cock, beyond red now, almost purple he’s so hard, to his face, his hair a mess, unruly curls, half damp and mussed against the pillows, eyes heavy lidded.
‘You can come whenever you want, Buck, but I’m not going to stop, okay? I’m gonna keep going until I’m done, no matter how many times you’ve come.’
Buck swallows, blinking dazedly, front teeth pressed to his bottom lip turning the skin white, ‘okay, yeah, I–I want–yeah.’
Eddie kisses him once, lips pressed over a particularly vicious bite mark on his hip, then puts his mouth to Buck’s hole, lapping at the furl of muscle, not inside, not yet, just tasting him salt-hot and earthy. He licks with the flat of his tongue up to Buck’s sac and Buck whimpers, tilting his hips forward and away, his thighs tense around Eddie’s ears as he chases the sensation.
Eddie stops and draws back, ‘Buck. What did I ask you? I need you to keep still, can you do that for me?’
‘Yeah, sorry, yeah,’ Buck says in a breathless rush and Eddie goes back in with the point of his tongue, pressing into the hot clench of Buck’s body. He’s trying so hard, Eddie can feel him shaking, tiny tremors in his thighs as he tries to stop himself from rocking against Eddie’s face, against the tongue splitting him open.
It’s obscene, the sound of it, the feel of it, kissing Buck’s rim, tonguing at him. Eddie’s face is covered in drool already, spit slick down his chin and in the smooth crack of Buck’s ass. He pushes his face forward, like he’s trying to suffocate himself and wouldn’t that be a way to go, buried between Buck’s thick thighs, tongue inside him, feeling the reverberations of his pleasure, deep and intimate. Buck whines above him and Eddie isn’t sure if it’s the wet, insistent movement of his tongue or the scrape of his subtle against tender skin that’s the cause, he just wants to hear more of it.
He pulls back, mustache dragging to look and consider. If Eddie didn’t know better he’d think Buck had already come, except that his dick is still hard, red and flushed, the puddle of precome on his belly spreading. Eddie skates his fingers through it and the touch makes Buck gasp, abs tensing, looking at Eddie through his lashes, dark and spiked already when really they’ve barely started.
‘Look at the mess you’ve made,’ says Eddie, conversationally, holding out his hand, fingers splayed, webs of pre shining between each digit, ‘and we’ve still got such a long way to go.’
‘Yeah?’ says Buck like it’s the best news he’s heard all day and Eddie can’t help but laugh, fond, just to watch Buck’s eyes cut away, pink and embarrassed but still so turned on.
‘Yeah, baby, here you go,’ Eddie puts his fingers against Buck’s lips, sliding inside, over the hot, wet give of his tongue, letting him taste himself, ‘get them nice and wet for me.’
Buck sucks obediently, swirling his tongue and slobbering enough it starts to drip down Eddie’s hand. He loves it, how wet Buck gets, so overwhelmed he can’t keep it in, spit and tears and come, and Buck loves to be teased, his cock dripping in Eddie’s fist while Eddie jerks him off and tells him he’s wet like a girl.
Eddie takes his fingers back, smearing them over Buck’s chin before he settles between Buck’s legs again. He spits, watches the thick glob of saliva slide down Buck’s taint to his hole, catches it on two wet fingers and presses in and in and in. Buck’s breath catches as Eddie follows his fingers with his tongue, licking around and between, everything hot and slippery, and Buck is moving again, squirming against the sheets but Eddie won’t tell him to stop this time, tilting his fingers, searching until–.
‘Fuck, Eddie.’
Eddie grins, smile stretching wide, biting the nearest part of Buck he can reach, the swell of his asscheck, pressed against the bed.
‘You like that?’
‘Y–you know I do, Eds–Eddie, please,’ Buck sounds desperate, but still too coherent.
Eddie shifts, in-out, glancing across Buck’s prostate on each pass, just enough stimulation to make his dick twitch, flexing against his stomach, blurting precome, not enough to get him there, not yet. He wants Buck sobbing, begging, trying so hard to be good, unable to help it as he writhes on Eddie’s fingers or his tongue. They’ve got all night, though, so maybe this first one can be quick. Buck’s always so easy, responsive and eager, and Eddie knows all the best ways to push him over the edge. He stills the movement of his hand in favor of rubbing the pads of his fingers against Buck’s prostate in tight little circles, his other hand hooked over Buck’s hip, keeping him still again, determined, focused as he forces the orgasm out of him.
It’s slow until it’s not. Buck gulping in little mouthfuls of air, his throat clicking, eyes screwed shut, hips bearing down in spite of the hold Eddie has on him and then Eddie ducks down, puts his mouth back on Buck’s hole, sucking and licking and Buck’s whole body seizes, clenching around Eddie’s fingers as he gasps out an approximation of Eddie’s name. Eddie wishes he’d seen it, Buck coming untouched. He always comes so much, soaking them both, soaking the sheets, and Eddie loves it, the evidence of what he’s done, how he’s made Buck feel and this time is no different, even if Eddie didn’t get to see it happen, Buck’s abs covered, ropes of come up to his chest.
‘Okay?’
Buck grins, lopsided, chest still heaving, his whole body yielding, like his strings have been cut. Eddie could do anything to him like this. He might just. Buck’s still half hard, plump and wet, and Eddie runs his tongue over him, base to tip, mustache brushing, the first time he’s touched Buck there tonight. He slurps a mouthful of come from the head, salty–sour, and chucks Buck under his chin until he drops his jaw, mouth dark and open. Eddie parts his lips and lets the whole mess of come and spit fall from his mouth onto Buck’s tongue, white against pink. Buck swallows, opens his mouth again to show he’s done it, and Eddie has to kiss him, hand firm at his neck, thumb tucked under his chin to tilt him into it, chasing the taste.
‘You’re so good, Buck, so good for me. Are you ready for the next one?’
Buck turns his head, eyelashes brushing Eddie’s cheek. He’s sweaty, damp from the exertion and he’ll need another shower after this, they both will, but his smile is so bright and Eddie can feel that too, ‘yes, please.’
As Eddie moves back his cock slides against the cut of Buck’s hip, tacky with sweat and spit and his own precome. He’d almost forgotten himself in his dogged pursuit of Buck’s pleasure; he’s hard, achingly so, his body thrumming with anticipation but it’s not about him and he can bank it for now.
He reaches for the lube, squirting an excessive amount onto his fingers, letting it warm up before he presses back inside Buck. The glide is so easy, no friction, just his body warm and open, pulling Eddie in like they’re meant to be connected, always, one inside the other. Buck sighs like he feels it too, the rightness and completeness of it, his hands jerking up from where they were fisted in the sheet, closing around nothing.
‘It’s okay,’ Eddie says, ‘you can touch me.’
Buck’s hands immediately settle on Eddie’s thighs, scratching against the grain of the hair. He’s not trying to touch Eddie’s cock because he knows that’s not what’s on offer but it’s grounding to touch and be touched, regardless, an anchor in the sea of all this overwhelming pleasure.
Eddie screws his fingers in, fucking Buck with a rising rhythm, whole body jolting, Buck’s dick all the way hard again, everything so wet, with lube and Buck’s come, and Eddie is seized with a sudden desire, pulling his fingers out sharp and fast to coat them with the mess on Buck’s belly.
‘Eddie, what?’ says Buck and then he gets it, sinking back with a groan as Eddie pushes back in, sticky white and dripping.
‘Do you like that, baby, me fucking you with your own come?’
Buck just moans, back arching, trying to get Eddie deeper, fuller.
‘Maybe I should use it all the time, fuck you with it properly. I never need lube when I jerk you off, you get so wet, maybe I don’t need it for this either,’ says Eddie, voice low, eyes tracking Buck’s face, the sweat on his brow, lip caught between his teeth, bitten pink and swollen. He’s close already, it probably won’t take much, but there’s always that moment, that plateau you think you’ll never get off before you tumble over the edge into bliss.
‘I need more of it though, can you give it to me, bud?’
Buck shakes his head. Eddie has the stamina but Buck’s refractory period is insane, quick to come, quick to get it up again and again and again, but the second one always takes a bit longer, takes more work and Eddie’s happy to oblige.
‘No? What do you need? What can I give you?’
‘Touch me, t–touch me,’ Buck sniffs.
Eddie crooks his fingers, unerring, ‘I am touching you.’
‘My cock, touch my cock–,’ Buck’s hands spasm, blunt nails scraping across Eddie’s thighs.
‘You sure? You didn’t need that for the first one. You don’t want to get ahead of yourself.’
‘I need it, I need it.’
‘Hmm,’ Eddie reaches, bypasses Buck’s cock to scoop up more come, going back in with three fingers this time.
He’s so pliant, dripping with lube, his own come frothy as Eddie fucks him, spreads his fingers, presses his thumb to Buck’s stretched rim, feeling him inside and out. He can almost convince himself he can feel Buck’s pulse, his lifeblood beating against Eddie’s fingers and he knows what that’s like, it’s much better like this, in service to Buck’s pleasure. Or not, if Buck is to be believed.
‘Don’t be mean,’ he says, cutting through Eddie’s thoughts, thready, halfway to a pout, ‘I’ll do it myself.’’
‘No, you won’t,’ says Eddie easily.
‘Who says I won’t?’ Buck tucks his tongue between his teeth, licks his lips, challenging.
‘I do. Because I asked you not to.’
Eddie lets authority color his tone because Buck responds so well to it, after he’s tested its limits and they enjoy it, finding all the places where Buck can push back, testing the strength of Eddie’s resolve, his commitment to bringing Buck into line and like this Buck doesn’t have to be told, not really, he just has to be asked, but Eddie still catches his wrists with his free hand, holding firm, feeling Buck’s bones grinding together, the slightest tension as he resists the hold Eddie has on him. Buck is so strong, he could have Eddie flat on his back in a moment but he won’t.
‘Yeah, you did,’ Buck agrees, an easy surrender as he goes lax in Eddie's grip.
‘Good boy,’ Eddie lets him go and Buck’s arms fall back to the bed, not touching.
Eddie picks up the pace, then, rocking into Buck’s body, crooking his fingers as Buck sinks into it, taking what he’s given. There are tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, now, and he’s not just flushed anymore, red and blotchy down to his belly, his dick dripping. Eddie is captivated, by how stunning he is, by how much trust he puts in Eddie to take him apart and remake him, all that strength surrendered, given over to Eddie’s whims. Eddie’s always liked sex and he’s good at it but it was never like this, before. This is what comes from knowing someone to the very marrow of their bones and being known in return. No one knows him like Buck knows him, understands him and wants him in spite of all his flaws, and he feels the same for Buck. The way they love each other is steadfast, uncompromising, generous, a gift given back and forth.
‘You’re so pretty like this, baby. Beautiful for me.’
Buck blushes even harder but he doesn’t look away, keening, breath hitched, short stops at the back of his throat. As much as they like to play with oversensitivity Eddie doesn’t actually want Buck to outrun his orgasm, not after what he’s promised. He slips out, coats his fingers in more lube, goes back in with two, straight to Buck’s prostate, unrelenting as he takes hold of Buck’s cock, one firm stroke, his thumb pressing into the head, right against the slit and Buck’s eyes fly open, the blue nearly black, pupils blown as he shouts, hoarse and near silent, coming hard, his orgasm shaking through him. Eddie doesn’t move but he doesn’t let go either, one hand on Buck’s dick, two fingers tucked inside, so his body has something to bear down on as he thrashes, still coming, long pulses shooting over his chest.
‘Fuck, Eddie.’
Buck finds his voice, rough like a river over stones, his whole body is a wreck, covered in bruises and bitemarks, the inside of his thighs red, hot and stinging. He’s twitching with the aftershocks, and Eddie rubs at the head of his dick until Buck is whimpering.
‘You’re so good for me, Buck,’ he whispers, low and private, even though they’re alone, even though they might as well be the only two people in the whole world.
Buck shakes his head, tear tracks staining his face.
‘No? Eddie bites Buck’s knee, ‘why not?’
Buck heaves in a hiccuping breath, ‘y–you haven’t come yet. I haven’t made you come.’
‘It’s not about me,’ says Eddie and he really does mean it.
‘Please.’
Eddie’s hands are disgusting, covered in come and lube but so is Buck and that’s never stopped them. He kind of loves it, the mess they make of each other, the truth of it, trailing his hands up Buck’s body, soothing.
‘Okay, you can have it but only if you give me one more. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?’
Buck shakes his head again but he’s already squaring his shoulders, shifting to get more comfortable against the pillows.
He tilts his chin, eyes clear, ‘kiss me? Please.’
Eddie laughs, climbing over Buck so they’re side by side on the bed, plastered together, limbs tangled. He tips their foreheads against each other, one hand on Buck’s chest, stroking the marks he’s left there, the other at the nape of his neck, scratching through the short hairs.
‘That what you want, a kiss?’
‘Yes.’
It’s sweet at first, gentle, both of them surrendering to this momentary pause, but everything so far this evening has been about escalation, and Eddie still wants to sink his teeth into it hard enough to break the skin, hard enough to hurt, hard enough to soothe. He licks at Buck’s bottom lip, sucks at it until Buck opens his mouth, yielding for Eddie’s tongue. Still kissing, he grazes his hand over Buck’s chin, between their mouths, the pads of his fingers over the smooth, wet moue of Buck’s bottom lip, the hard ridge of his teeth. Buck bites him, mouth moving over Eddie’s, over his fingers, half kissing, half sucking and everything is slick with spit, drool smearing over their cheeks as Eddie goes deeper, past Buck’s molars, the rolling strength of his tongue, until he gags, moans with it. They’re definitely not kissing anymore, panting against each other and when Eddie drops his hand to Buck’s lap, Buck’s teeth scraping on the way out, he finds him all the way hard again.
The pace Eddie starts with is too hard, too fast, he knows that. Buck’s already come twice, oversensitive and overstimulated, but it's too good, Buck’s dick is wet and hot, and he’s already impatiently screwing his hips up into Eddie’s fist.
‘Buck,’ Eddie squeezes the back of Buck’s neck firmly with his other hand, ‘stay still.’
Buck moans, the sound trapped in the back of his throat, teeth clenched, but he does stop moving, his whole body relaxing into Eddie’s hold and Eddie presses his lips to Buck’s temple, a smacking kiss, reward and apology, both.
‘Watch.’
He turns his head and Buck turns too, both of them looking down the length of Buck’s body to his cock; he has a big dick, shorter than Eddie’s but thick, cut, the head purple, fat and dripping over Eddie’s knuckles. The only sound in the room is Buck’s ragged breathing and the slow schlick of Eddie’s hand over his cock, base to tip, base to tip, base to tip. Over and over, steady and unrelenting. In the heady space between them, pressed sweaty and damp against each other Eddie whispers praise and endearments, until Buck is shaking, shivering, one hand on Eddie’s thigh, fingers digging in, but he’s staying still, he’s doing as Eddie asked.
‘Well done, Buck. You’re perfect, doing so well for me.’
‘Please, please,’ Buck begs.
‘Do you want to come? Do you want me to make you come?’
‘Uh-huh.’
Eddie knows all the ways to make it happen, a twist of the wrist on the upstroke, his thumb at the head, nail digging into Buck’s slit, a little mean. He keeps pace and he holds Buck down and Buck buries his face in Eddie’s neck like he’s too overwhelmed to see it happen, thrashing and fucking his hips up in counterpoint to Eddie’s hand. There’s barely any come this time his body mostly spent, but it seems to shudder through him, head to toe, dick twitching dry, moaning deep in his chest. At the peak, Buck bites, hard and deep, right into the meat of Eddie’s shoulder but Eddie keeps going, keeps watching, pushing it out of him until he’s done.
Eddie sweeps Buck’s unruly curls from his forehead, thumb rubbing gently at the side of his neck and they breathe together, quiet, wrapped up in each other for long moments until Buck raises his shoulder to wipe his damp face against it, blinking owlishly as he comes back to himself, sniffing and shaking his head like a dog with water in its ears.
‘Now you, Eddie. Come on. I’ve been waiting,’ he says, at last.
‘So patiently too,’ Eddie teases, clambering over Buck’s ridiculously long legs, to settle between them again.
‘I have,’ Buck pouts, grinning and fuck grabbing his thighs, holding his legs open, his hole slick with lube and Eddie’s spit, flexing around nothing.
‘You said you’d fuck me.’
‘I said maybe.’
‘You don’t want to?’ Buck frowns and he’s playing it up, Eddie knows that, but it still works.
‘Christ, Buck, I always want to.’
Buck wiggles against the sheets and it shouldn’t be sexy but Eddie has been hard for so long, waiting, letting it build, letting the feedback loop of Buck’s pleasure keep him satisfied. Until now.
He’s not going to give Buck the upper hand entirely, though.
Eddie finds the lube, abandoned under the pillows somehow, and slicks his dick, hissing at the first direct stimulation he’s had all evening, looking at Buck spread out and ready for him, covered in bruises and bitemarks, claimed by Eddie’s hands and his teeth. Eddie can claim him like this too, they can claim each other.
He shuffles forward, sliding the wet crown of his dick over Buck’s thighs, silvery trails of precome over the pink skin, the marks he’s left. He gets closer still, pressed together pelvis to pelvis, thighs overlapping, his cock nudged into the crack of Buck’s ass, over his hole. Buck whines and Eddie moves back just enough so he can watch the fat head of his cock push into Buck’s body, the give of it, the stretch, slick and perfect.
Then he stops.
Buck moans, tries to push forward but he’s trapped between the headboard and Eddie’s body.
‘Eddie, fuck me properly.’
‘How many times have you come?’
‘Eddie.’
‘How many times?’
‘Three.’
‘And how many times have I come?’
‘None,’ says Buck, and then in an undertone, ‘that’s your own fault, though.’
Eddie chooses to ignore him.
‘This is what I want. Are you going to let me have it?’
Buck pauses like he’s really thinking about it, and then he says, ‘yes,’ but it's petulant, laced with disobedience.
‘You’ve been so good, Buck, are you really going to spoil it now?’
There isn't a pause this time, ‘no.’
‘Good boy.’
Eddie gets a hand on himself, steadying, pulls back, pushes in, still just the head. There’s no resistance and it feels amazing but for all his talk it won’t actually get him there. He just likes it, Buck’s hole soft and open for Eddie to play with and Buck overwhelmed by sensation he doesn’t know what to do with. He strokes himself, cock still splitting Buck open and the tight grip of his hand and the tight grip of Buck’s body has him rushing towards climax, the feeling so sudden and strong it steals his breath, gasping and jerking his cock, shoving deeper into Buck.
His eyes find Buck’s, glassy, swimming with tears, jaw slack, his cock isn’t even hard but he’s moaning, reaching for Eddie who pitches forward, covering him, and all at once buried to the hilt.
‘Ed–Eddie,’ Buck gasps.
‘I know, I know,’ Eddie manages.
They slide against each other, Buck’s soft dick trapped between them, and it’s too much for Eddie, having waited on the edge for so long, to be so surrounded by Buck, the smell of him, the strength of his hands, on Eddie’s hip and the back of his neck. He flexes his hips, surrendering to it as Buck clenches around him, punching his orgasm out of him, hard and fast, moaning into Buck’s ear as he fills him up.
Eddie hangs his head, he can feel sweat dripping, adding to the mess. It’s a relentless, shuddering thing, and he’s still coming, pulling out and painting Buck’s thighs, arrested by the sight, overcome as he watches Buck’s hole dripping with it. He collapses, his full weight landing on Buck but Buck takes it, his strong arms wrapping around Eddie and both of them breathing deep as they linger in the afterglow.
They drift, eyes closed and in danger of falling asleep until Eddie speaks, ‘come on. Shower. We can deal with the sheets after.’
In the bright light of their en suite Buck looks like he’s been in a fight.
All Eddie has to show for it is the impression of Buck’s teeth on his shoulder and five perfect bruises pressed into his inner thigh but it’s enough, this evidence on his body, bitemarks and fingerprints that he’ll still be able to see tomorrow, press down on and remember.
He turns on the shower, lowering the temperature until it’s cool and soothing. Finds their towels and sets them on the rail to warm.
‘You fucking bit me, dude,’ says Buck, taking stock at the sink.
‘That was kinda the point, dude.’
‘No, on my lip.’
Buck has his tongue shoved into his bottom lip, pushing it out as he looks at himself in the mirror.
‘Do you want me to kiss it better?’ says Eddie and he’s only half teasing, he only ever wants to hurt Buck in the ways he likes.
Buck meets his gaze in the mirror, ‘yes.’
‘Come here, then, baby, let me look.’
Buck rolls his eyes but he does come, into Eddie’s arms, and Eddie tilts his face into the light, hands gentle on his jaw, tracing his lip, slightly swollen, split under the sharp point of Eddie’s canine and he didn’t even notice.
‘Sorry.’
Buck shrugs, his body solid and warm against Eddie’s, ‘I liked it.’
‘Yeah?’
‘I liked all of it. I like you.’
‘I like you too.’
Eddie draws him in, for a soft kiss that turns dirtier even though they’re spent. He tongues at Buck’s lip, easing the cut open, the copper tang of Buck’s blood in his mouth, and now there is no part of him Eddie hasn’t tasted, no part of him left undiscovered.