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It’s erotic and completely by accident, the way they’ve stumbled into this. Buck could be on his back, on his knees, on top of or underneath Eddie, but he’s always the one taking orders. Always the one getting tied up, the one getting spanked, the one getting called good boy while Eddie looks at him like he’s something to be worshipped.
He’s also usually the one getting fucked, but today, Eddie has other plans.
They’re making out in Buck’s bed already shirtless, the warm slide of their skin giving everything a hazy feeling that Buck craves whenever he goes too long without it. There’s a buzzing under his skin, hot and insistent, and it’s because out of the corner of his eye, Buck can see the black silicone plug resting not-so-innocently on the comforter.
There’s a light smacking noise as Eddie pulls back from his mouth. “You ready for this?”
Buck’s breathing is shallow, his cheeks warm just from the way Eddie kisses him. Nobody has ever kissed him the way that Eddie does; with purpose, with intent, like he’s trying to take him apart and put him back together every single time. He’s addicted to Eddie’s mouth against his, and he whines when he chases the kiss and Eddie leans up and away from him.
“Buck,” Eddie chides, grinning down at him in the lamp light. His lips are red and spit-slick, his fingers dragging down Buck’s sides to rub across the waistband of his sweatpants. “You still want to do this, right?”
“Yeah,” Buck replies softly, his hips squirming in Eddie’s loose grip. “God, yeah. I just don’t know how I’m supposed to keep myself from coming.”
“Easy,” Eddie says, hooking his fingers into Buck’s sweatpants and tugging them off, Buck’s half-hard cock falling against his stomach. “I’m telling you not to come, and you’re always so good at doing what I tell you, so you won’t.”
A shiver runs through Buck’s whole body, his dick bobbing against his skin as it starts to thicken up. Eddie, the tease that he is, reaches down and rubs the cockhead between his thumb and pointer finger, digging hard into the spot that makes stars dance at the corner of Buck’s vision. “Yeah, I know you like it when I tell you what to do. My good little boy. Roll over for me.”
Buck whimpers (which wasn’t a regular thing for him during sex until he and Eddie got together) and rolls over onto his stomach, grinding his hips in small circles against the sheets to get some pressure against his cock before that privilege gets taken away from him. Sure enough, Eddie grabs his hips and pulls them up off the bed, his dick hanging down just above the sheets where he can’t grind down against them. He reminds himself that soon he’ll be getting too much stimulation instead of not enough, and that thought alone keeps him from being a brat about not getting to touch his dick.
Buck’s face is half-squished into his pillow, so he hears more than sees Eddie opening the lube and slicking his hand up, and he shifts back and forth just waiting. Before Eddie, Buck hadn’t ever gotten fucked, but he had known about his prostate. He had just never tried to stimulate it from the inside before, and god, had that been an experience. Eddie would have gotten a black eye from how hard Buck’s leg thrashed out if he hadn’t ducked out of the way, and after that, Eddie had started holding him down.
That’s how all of this got started.
Buck moans happily when Eddie finally pushes two fingers inside of him to start, getting himself comfortable on the bed and pushing his ass up more to take Eddie’s fingers deeper. Now that he and Eddie have sex pretty regularly—well, as regularly as they can with work and Christopher and living in separate places—Buck goes crazy for getting his ass played with. He’s gotten fingered, he’s gotten fucked, and when they have enough time to themselves, Eddie will spread him out wherever they have room and eat him out until Buck’s body is on fire and his dick is so wet that it’s dripping onto whatever surface he’s laying on.
But Eddie isn’t indulging him today. That’s not what they planned. Instead, the drag of Eddie’s fingers inside him teases against his prostate, lightly pushing into it before pulling back again. It has Buck biting his pillow to hold back his moans and whimpers, sweat starting to pool at the small of his back. Eddie is murmuring something under his breath that Buck can’t make out, but he hopes that it’s praise. Just the thought makes his skin run hot.
Suddenly Eddie’s fingers are gone and Buck whines, wiggling his hips up and lifting his head to look up at Eddie. Eddie’s laughing under his breath until he looks over at Buck, and Buck feels a bead of precome push out of his dick at how quickly Eddie’s eyes go dark and hungry.
“God, Buck, the way you look right now,” Eddie moans, his voice tight. He shuffles forward on the bed to run his clean hand through Buck’s hair, leaning down so their faces are close. Buck wants kisses, but he knows he won’t get them. “All pink and pretty with those puppy eyes of yours…”
He trails off and Buck wants more, wants more praise, wants more of Eddie’s rough voice telling him how pretty he is. But Eddie leans back up instead, grabbing the plug from next to Buck’s hip and slicking it up with lube. Buck clenches around nothing as he watches, his neck twisted around so he can see every moment of Eddie dragging his fingers over Buck, wet and open as he gently pushes the plug in until the base is seated against his rim. Buck finally has to drop his head and moan, bearing down on the plug and feeling exactly how it’s filling him up, wide enough to stretch but not quite long enough to reach his prostate like this.
He figures once he’s fucking Eddie, the plug will press against it and drive him insane.
“Okay, good boy. Come on, get up.”
Like he’s drunk, Buck slowly rolls over and sits up on his knees, watching enraptured as Eddie lays down where he just was and tugs his pants off. He draws his knees up and splays his legs out, his tan skin lighter on the inside of his thighs and Buck wants to bite. But he’s good, so he doesn’t, and Eddie slicks up his fingers and rubs them against his rim before shoving two inside of himself.
Buck moans like he’s been punched. He’s never seen Eddie do this.
Ever the giving lover, the couple of times that Eddie has wanted it this way, Buck has insisted on being the one to finger him open. But this time is different, Buck isn’t allowed to touch unless Eddie says he can, so he bears down on the plug and feels precome roll down the tip of his dick as his sense memory reminds him exactly what fingering Eddie feels like.
Eddie smirks like he knows what Buck is thinking, what he’s imagining. “Patience,” he breaths out, his fingers pumping in and out of himself as he adds a third. The sound of the lube is doing things to Buck’s body, making his head buzz and his vision hazy. “I’ve gotta make sure I’m ready to take you.”
That punches a strangled moan out of Buck, his cock twitching up. He knows he’s big, but hearing Eddie say it, hearing him want it—that’s a whole separate thing that makes his abdomen go warm and liquid.
He sits there on his knees just watching Eddie fuck himself, his rim shiny and wet and his thick cock bobbing up from his stomach every time he brushes his prostate. Eddie takes longer than he really needs to, and Buck assumes it’s because he’s trying to rile him up, and it’s fucking working. The head of Buck’s cock has flushed from pink to red, and he’s biting on his lip to keep from begging Eddie to hurry up. He chances a touch while Eddie’s eyes are closed but just to his own nipple, pinching and twisting it as his thighs shake with the strain of holding himself up.
Finally, finally, Eddie pulls his fingers out and Buck scrambles to get in between his legs, reaching to push his thighs back but stopping mid-air and looking up at Eddie for permission.
“Such a good boy,” Eddie all but purrs, a small noise falling from Buck’s mouth at the praise, at the slight dawl that creeps back into Eddie’s voice when he’s like this. “You can touch me all you like.”
Eddie’s thighs are soft when Buck gets his hands on them, bending Eddie almost in half so he can line up his cock and slowly push until the head slips in, the instant pressure sharp and overwhelming since he hasn’t been touched. He circles one of his hands around the base as he slowly guides his cock inside, squeezing a little to take a bit of the edge off. Eddie’s breath hitches as Buck slowly rocks his hips, pushing in deeper and deeper every time, and watching Eddie clench his teeth together as sweat drips down his neck is already driving Buck insane.
“Eddie,” Buck moans, rocking his hips one more time and landing flush against Eddie’s ass, his dick buried inside of Eddie’s body. He forgot how fucking hot it is, both literally and figuratively; there’s sweat covering Eddie’s chest as he takes deep breaths in and out, and Buck’s dick twitches and jumps inside of Eddie’s ass as he forces himself to stay still, surrounded by slick heat. He’s shivery from the way the plug is just brushing his prostate, and god, he doesn’t know how he’s going to last until Eddie comes.
“Buck,” Eddie groans, low in his throat. “Jesus, look at you. Wish you could see how wrecked you already look.”
Buck can imagine—he’s seen what he looks like when he gets like this, all shattered looks and pink skin, his mouth falling open and staying there—and he can’t find it in himself to be ashamed. It’s what Eddie wants him to look like, and all Buck can do right now is give Eddie what he wants.
Eddie shifts the angle of his hips until he’s closing his eyes and swearing under his breath, his thick cock wet at the tip. Buck preens at the sight of it. He did that. He wants to touch it, to run his finger across the sticky head and get his hand around it, but he knows Eddie won’t let him. “Okay, baby. Fuck me.”
Buck doesn’t hesitate at all before grabbing Eddie’s hips and fucking into him hard. The first thrust sends stars dancing at the outskirts of Buck’s vision and he lets out a startled moan, the plug pushing against his prostate whenever his dick thrusts all the way in. He sets a fast pace, trying to focus on getting the angle good enough to hit Eddie’s prostate every time, but he’s slowly dissolving into a puddle of goo as he keeps up the pace of his hips.
Buck is making noises he doesn’t think he’s ever made before, little hurt moans and cries that he barely has time to breathe between. He has to move one of his hands to the pillow by Eddie’s head from how much his spine is curving in on itself, liquid heat racing up and down his back from the dual stimulation. He briefly registers Eddie’s hand running softly over his hip even as Buck starts to fuck him harder, trying to focus on anything except the sparks of pleasure making his balls draw up tight.
“Eddie,” Buck pants, barely coherent. “Is it—is it good? Am I—does it feel—”
“So—so good, baby,” Eddie forces out, fighting to speak through the pace Buck has set. “You’re fucking me—so well. Being so good. Just—a little longer, okay?”
“Okay,” Buck nods, squeezing his eyes shut. He slows down to a dirty grind and focuses on leveling out his breathing, the plug grinding on his prostate and not doing anything to help him get himself together. But once he feels like he’s controlled enough, once he knows he can last long enough to make Eddie come, he breathes out against Eddie’s collarbone and starts fucking him again, hard and deep thrusts that keep the tip of his dick dragging back and forth against Eddie’s prostate.
“Fuck,” Eddie chokes on a moan, throwing his head back and twisting his fingers into the sheets. “God, Buck, just like that. Just like—oh, oh god, that’s it that’s so good come on—Buck—”
Buck fucking dies when Eddie comes, a moan high in his throat at the sight of Eddie’s come painting his chest turning into a low cry at the way Eddie’s ass tightens around his dick, and he can’t take it, he fucking can’t.
He’s still fucking Eddie when the man finally opens his eyes, the last shocks of his orgasm trembling through him. “So good,” Eddie slurs, and he sounds warm and safe and happy and Buck whines at all of it. “Good boy, you did so good. You can come now, you earned it. On my chest.”
Buck makes a pained noise as he pulls all the way out of Eddie and scrambles forward, tilts his hips up so he can get a hand around himself and strips his cock fast enough that it would hurt like hell if his dick wasn’t so wet. He bears down on the plug until it pushes against his prostate and that’s all he needs for his orgasm to crash through him, his come adding to the mess on Eddie’s chest, and it’s the last thing he sees before the roaring in his ears makes his eyes flutter shut as everything goes fuzzy and black.
When Buck comes to, he’s laying with his face tucked between Eddie’s pecs, a hand petting through his hair.
“There you are,” Eddie says quietly, tilting Buck’s chin up until they can look at each other. Eddie’s eyes are so full of love that it makes Buck’s chest ache. “You were out for a while. How do you feel?”
Buck hums and shifts his hips, noting that Eddie has taken out the plug and cleaned him up. He climbs up into a better position to assess how his muscles feel, and he settles half on top of Eddie with his face buried in Eddie’s neck. “Sore. Thighs and abs.”
“Your body isn’t used to fucking me that good,” Eddie says casually, like it’s not the highest praise and also ever so slightly degrading, and Buck shivers. “My body isn’t used to it either. Not sure I’ll be able to walk the rest of the day.”
Buck buries his face farther into Eddie’s neck, hiding his giddy smile. Eddie likes the way Buck fucks him. Eddie thinks he’s good.
And Buck has to lift his head up and stare at Eddie’s mouth until he gets kisses, letting the warm sound of Eddie’s laugh wash over him right before their lips slide together, slow and easy and perfect.