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“Please, baby, let me fuck you. Let me in, let me fuck you, please. It’s gonna be so easy, you’re so wet, just slide right in, don’t even need prep, do you, Eddie? Just let me, please, let me fuck you, be so good for you, fill you right up, keep you full and satisfied for days, babe, please…”
Buck is wrapped around Eddie from behind, in their bed, with their legs slotted together, his dripping cock grinding desperately between Eddie’s cheeks, across his soaked hole. Eddie whimpers as he pushes back onto Buck’s dick, his whole body on fire with want.
“Yes, please, Buck… Fuck, give it to me, need it…”
And Buck does, just grips Eddie’s hip with one hand to angle him as he wants him, and just slips into him on the next thrust of his hips, slick and easy and so goddamn good Eddie is gonna lose his fucking mind with it.
“Eddie… God, fuck, you’re so good for me baby, so wet and open and ready for me, so ready for my cock, so hot. Perfect. My perfect mate, so good…”
Buck can’t seem to shut up, just keeps up a stream of praise and dirty talk as he fucks Eddie, just keeps grinding in and in and in, keeping up the same rhythm he’s had going on since they both woke up hard and dripping, on the first day of their first heat together, as mates.
Eddie is overwhelmed – both with pleasure and with how easy this is, with Buck, how easy he finds it to just let go, go with the flow of what his body wants, and what his body wants, evidently, is to be stuffed full of dick. Specifically, Buck’s thick alpha dick, so perfectly fitted to his body it makes him feel like his hole was made to sheathe Buck, to welcome him, only him, into his body. He can feel it, on every slick slide of that gorgeously perfect cock into his wet hole, that little bit of extra thickness at the base, the promise of everything he’s ever wanted.
“Buck” he pants, hips canting back into his alpha’s thrusts. “Love you, fuck, love this so much, baby, you’re so good… Fill me up so good, fuck, want your knot, baby… Gonna knot me so good, fill me up.”
“Yeah, baby” Buck pants into his ear, pausing to nibble at his earlobe for a second, his hips never pausing, keeping up a steady rhythm, fucking into Eddie again and again, trying to get deeper with each thrust even though he’s balls deep already, his hips snapping into Eddie’s hard enough that the slapping of their skin is loud in the quiet of early morning. “Gonna breed you, keep you full of my knot until it takes, keep you full and happy and mine”
And Eddie can feel it, the start of a promise being kept, as each thrust starts to stretch him wider, until he’s a moaning, whimpering mess, and all he can do is strain his hips into Buck, arching for it, pushing his ass harder onto Buck’s cock, onto the knot that is starting to swell, and it feels so good, god, it’s never been this good, he’s never spending his heat without Buck’s knot again, he refuses. He’s going to spend every possible minute of every heat he has just like this, getting railed by the love of his life, stuffed full of dick, bred on his knot.
God, just the thought of being bred, of getting pregnant with Buck’s child, makes him pant and push back onto Buck’s knot, which is getting so big his hole is starting to cling to it, his body not wanting to let it out of him again, and he cries out with the feeling.
“I know, baby, I know.” Buck’s hands are petting his stomach soothingly, the tenderness so good, so Buck. “Soon, Eddie, I’m almost there, almost ready to knot you, hang on.” His hips are snapping hard, almost bruisingly, against Eddie’s ass, working his knot in and in, barely pulling back anymore. “So good Eddie, you’re being so good for me, gonna knot you now, fill you up, alright? Just let me in, baby, just push back a little, just like we practiced, remember?”
And Eddie does remember, all at once, hours spent practicing to take Buck’s knot, training his hole to accept such a big intrusion, and as if a switch has been flicked, his hips cant back against Buck at a more extreme angle, and he bears down onto the knot begging for entrance and then it’s in, his inner muscles squeezing it tight, his hole closing around the very base of Buck’s cock, and Buck is swearing as he grinds in deep, so deep, so fucking good, and then Buck’s teeth are clamped tight onto Eddie’s neck and Eddie barely feels his own cock spurting out his release, too focused on the feeling of being pumped full of cum, god, it’s so much, Buck’s cock keeps flexing inside of him, keeps dumping cum into him, and Eddie already knows he is going to be a slut for this.
He’s going to be a complete fucking slut for his mate’s cum pumping into him, for his knot stretching him so wide, for the feeling of his cock still spasming with each spurt, prolonging Eddie’s orgasm until he feels like he might go crazy with it. He’s definitely crying, even if he doesn’t know if that’s from the intensity, the overstimulation or from finally having this perfect moment with Buck, after years of quietly pining, then months of cautious dating, then living together for a year with heats spent apart while yearning for each other, then negotiating and practicing and finally agreeing they were both ready. Ready to spend a heat together, finally. Ready to let go of birth control. Ready to potentially add to their little perfect family and give Christopher the sibling he’d been asking for since he was nine.
Buck is tenderly caressing Eddie’s chest and stomach with steady, huge hands, dropping sweet little kisses along the side of his neck and shoulder in between sweeter words of praise, of encouragement, his whole body enveloping Eddie’s in a soft embrace, even as his hips keep going, keep up this dirty slow grind into Eddie’s clinging hole. God, Eddie’s barely coming down from his first orgasm, his body still absolutely boneless with pleasure, and already Buck has him gearing up for another.
Eddie’s cock is already hard again, and he’s so horny he can feel his hips canting back into Buck’s again, onto the knot still plugging him, still feeling so goddamn good…
“Eddie…” Buck sounds absolutely wrecked. Good. “God, baby, so good for me, taking me so well. That’s it, sweetheart, take what you need. Just like that, yeah, ride my knot baby, just like that…”
Eddie lets the words wash over him, lets his body do what it wants, lets himself grind and writhe on Buck’s knot until his alpha’s hands are gripping white-knuckled onto his hips, until he’s fucking him with his knot, his cock flexing and jumping inside his guts, still pumping him full of alpha seed, and Eddie tenses all over as he comes again, hanging off his mate’s knot and happy about it.
Buck groans and winds his arms tight around Eddie’s torso, holding him against his chest as he rides out the tail end of his extended orgasm, hips held tight against Eddie’s ass.
They take a few minutes to breathe together and come down from the high a bit, still tightly entangled and happily joined, enjoying the moment’s reprieve from the extreme horniness that will be their default for at least the next two days.
Once they’ve mostly caught their breath, Buck gives him an affectionate little squeeze with those treetrunk arms of his, making Eddie hum in contentment.
“Good?” Buck asks, and Eddie can’t tell if there was meant to be more to that question, but the answer is obvious.
“Yeah, Buck. So good.” Eddie envelops one of Buck’s hands in both of his and kisses his fingers. “Thank you.”
“You deserve it.” Buck says, like it’s that simple, and maybe… Eddie’s not sure he believes that yet, but maybe it can be enough that Buck believes it for both of them. Eddie will just have to believe that Buck deserves it, too, for the both of them. That he deserves a mate who loves him and is devoted to their future and wants to have his babies.
Buck must be thinking along similar lines, if the way his free hand is caressing Eddie’s flat abdomen is anything to judge by.
“You think…?” Eddie doesn’t even finish the question before Buck is chuckling into his neck.
“Statistically? No. Not the very first time you take a knot. Did you know only about 2% of American male omegas get pregnant from a first knotting? Over 60% of male omegas only manage on the third heat, and that’s when they’re not on contraceptives…”
“Buck, oh my god.” Eddie laughs, interrupting whatever breeding statistics article Buck read this week. “I get it, alright, I get it! Probably not pregnant just yet.”
“Hmm.” Buck agrees, nuzzling into Eddie’s neck and kissing the spot he’d bitten earlier. “I guess I’ll just have to try harder.”
And, in the golden light of the morning sun, Eddie thinks nothing has ever sounded better.