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“God, look at you,” Eddie’s voice is laden with awe, his tone insanely stable for someone who is currently fucking Buck into the mattress like his life depends on it.
He’s got both of Buck’s legs fastened around his waist and a hand planted on either side of Buck’s head as he drills into him, bullying his cock inside with every thrust.
There was a time Buck could barely take all of Eddie’s dick. Now, he’s pliant and greedy, sucking him in like he was made for it.
“Such a cockdrunk slut, baby,” Eddie coos, tongue darting out to lick a bead of sweat that rests on his cupid's bow. “Love how fucking stupid you get for it. Jesus. You probably couldn’t string a sentence together if you— fuck —if you tried, huh?”
Buck would like to say that it’s not his fault he can’t form a sentence; he’s pretty sure very few people could both take Eddie’s dick and have a single functioning brain cell at the same time. “ E-Eddie ,” Buck whines, lifting a hand to grasp at the side of Eddie’s neck, attempting to pull him downward.
Eddie doesn’t budge.
Instead, he laughs, low and mocking. “So close, sweetheart, that was just my name. C’mon, you can do better. Thank me for giving you my dick. Wanna hear how grateful of a whore you are.”
Buck’s breath hitches, head arching back as Eddie’s hips shift their angle, fucking into him somehow deeper . He doesn’t feel like he can string a sentence together.
He knows, though, that Eddie’s words are not a suggestion. They’re an order.
He huffs a breath, steeling himself as much as he can. “Th-Thank you for your—” A whine rips itself out of Buck’s throat as Eddie thrusts in particularly brutal midway through his sentence, the slick sound of their bodies colliding echoing against the walls.
“ Eddie ,” He exhales, squeezing his eyes shut. “Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you —”
Eddie lets himself be dragged downward now, compliant under Buck’s helpless tugging. Buck lifts himself as much as he can, his body heavy and loose after being opened up and fucked. They collide in the middle, mouths sliding together hungrily. It’s not coordinated, all need and hunger with little finesse, but it still has Buck moaning and fucking his hips back to take more of Eddie’s thick cock inside of him.
“Fuck, such pretty manners for a dumb slut,” Eddie huffs against his mouth, a wicked grin tugging at his lips.
Buck nods. He’s polite. He’s good. He’s Eddie’s good boy. Eddie always tells him so, so it must be true.
“Maybe I’ll even let you cum. If you behave.” Eddie seals the words with a quick pressing of lips. Once he pulls back, he lifts a hand, pressing his palm flat against Buck’s sternum and pressing him back down into the mattress, hips picking up their pace as he drills into him.
Buck nods, frantic, desperate. “P-Please, Eddie. Don’t—” His words stutter to a halt as Eddie’s hand cradles his cheek, thumb pressing against the corner of his mouth.
“C’mon, baby, what? Don’t what?” Eddie urges, amused at Buck’s sudden silence. “Don’t stop? Don’t let you cum? Use your words, Buck.”
Buck can’t even remember what he was begging for.
He whines, hand floundering till it finds perch on Eddie’s back, blunt fingernails digging in hard. Eddie’s littered in marks, little bruises, scratches and indents of where Buck has been grabbing at him, biting at him, claiming him. For half of them, he was too busy drowning in waves of pleasure to know he was doing them, hands and mouth scrambling for purchase and winding up, pressing hard into Eddie’s flesh.
Eddie never minds. If anything, he encourages it. He likes seeing the evidence of what he’s done to Buck, not only littered all over Buck’s body, but painted over his own, too.
“You really are cockdumb. Not much going on in here, huh?” Eddie’s hand shifts on his face, the tip of his index finger taps twice against Buck’s temple. “It’s okay, baby. I know you’re all dumb. Pretty toys don’t need to think.”
When he’s like this—fucked brainless on Eddie’s cock—Buck melts into the static of his mind, lost in the pleasure, lost in whatever Eddie chooses to offer him. He doesn’t need to think unless Eddie tells him to, doesn’t need to speak unless spoken to. Eddie handles all of it for him.
So, he nods in agreement.
Eddie’s right. He’s a pretty toy.
He doesn’t need to think.
He’s not sure he’d be capable of doing much thinking even if he had to, not with every thrust of Eddie’s cock inside of him punching the air out of his lungs, not with every drag of the hot, heavy head in and out of his hole leaving Buck trembling underneath.
“Shh, shhh,” Eddie soothes, and it takes Buck a moment to realise the sound is for him—only then does he register the soft, desperate whines spilling from his own mouth. He hadn’t even noticed he was making them.
“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” Eddie murmurs. “Just lie there and take it, yeah? That’s what you’re made for. My good little fuckdoll—”
At that, Buck’s whole body goes taut. His cock twitches where it’s pressed hard and flushed against his stomach, leaking more pre-cum, his hole clenching tight around Eddie, thighs squeezing at his waist.
Eddie’s mouth falls open on a ragged breath, hips stuttering before he drives in again, deeper. “Jesus—you like that? Like being my sweet fuckdoll, baby?”
Buck nods, cheek rubbing against the palm of Eddie’s hand as he does so. Eddie’s only holding himself up with one arm, and in Buck’s peripheral vision, he can see how tense and sweat-slicked his bicep is.
If he stole a glance to the side, he’d probably get to see the veins popping in his wrist and hand. But he’s not really capable of doing anything other than laying there, looking pretty and watching Eddie’s face crumble as he uses Buck to chase his own pleasure.
“Clench up again, Buck,” Eddie exhales, his hand sliding from Buck’s face to the mattress to brace himself. He quickens his pace, the slick drag of his cock plunging into Buck over and over loud and filthy—matched only by the obscene slap of his thighs, hips, and balls meeting Buck’s skin.
Unfortunately, as the command comes, Buck’s stomach is starting to tighten, pleasure coiling in the depths of his guts. The feeling distracts him enough that Eddie has to ask a second time—his hand lifting and gripping onto Buck’s jaw, “I said, clench up, Buck. I thought you wanted to be my good toy. Or do you not want my cum, huh?”
Eddie’s fingers press in near the back of Buck’s teeth, forcing his mouth open. Instinctively, Buck’s tongue lolls out of his mouth, breath coming out in uneven, canine-like pants.
Eddie rolls his eyes, but even through the fog Buck is lost in, he can spot the fondness bleeding into Eddie’s annoyance. The hand drops from his face, and Buck misses the contact.
He doesn’t get to miss it for long.
Suddenly, a sharp sting blooms on the side of his thigh. The sound echoes like thunder a second later. Buck’s brain catches up as the noise reaches his ears, the shape of Eddie’s hand burning on the side of the softness of his thigh. Buck whimpers, body tensing under the pleasure-pain that rushes through him.
“There you go. Just need a little help being good sometimes.” Eddie’s voice cuts through the fog, grabbing him by the throat.
Buck gasps, clenching harder, dragging his nails down Eddie’s back hard enough that he’s not fully sure he’s not drawing blood.
“E-Eddie, Eddie —” He exhales out, tongue finally tucked back into his mouth. “Again, again, please, please —”
Eddie huffs out a laugh, “God, you’re insatiable, Buck. So greedy.”
Buck might be greedy, but it’s Eddie’s fault, really. He’s the one who spoils him. Buck lived his whole life feeding on scraps, whining for the barest of attention and rarely even considering that there was more to offer.
And then there was Eddie.
Eddie, who gave like it was the only thing he knew how to do. Gave Buck a place in his life, in his heart, in his home and then eventually, these days, in his bed. Every single thing Buck could’ve ever thought to ask for was handed to him on a silver platter, to the point where, yeah—he’s started begging for things, okay?
It’s fine. He’s pretty when he begs. Eddie told him so.
“Please, Eddie. Please .” Buck tries again, eyes open and focused on Eddie’s. He feels tears lining the rims of his eyes.
Eddie seems to spot them at the same time Buck notices them welling, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, hunger flaring in his gaze. He loves it when Buck gets so overwhelmed that he cries during sex.
He loves watching Buck sob, whine and tremble underneath him.
It’d been a tense conversation the first time it’d happened, not because Eddie had judged Buck for crying, but because Eddie had felt shame for how much he’d enjoyed watching Buck fall apart like that.
These days, shame seems to weigh less heavily on Eddie’s shoulders. Buck’s so proud of how far he’s come in shedding it.
He can’t focus on his pride now, though, not when Buck’s tears seem to be doing the job of convincing Eddie to give Buck exactly what he wants. Another slap lands against the meat of his thigh, then a second later another lands against the softness of his hip.
Buck cries out, head thrown back into the pillows, nails digging in hard to Eddie’s shoulder blade, deep enough that he knows the crescent-shaped indents will linger.
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie says seconds before collapsing down, pressing his face into the crook of Buck’s throat, his hips unrelenting in their mission to pound Buck straight through the fucking mattress. “You’re so pretty, baby.”
The stinging sensation along his side lingers, the warmth of the pain keeping him tense and shaking as his legs clutch tighter around Eddie, holding him inside and forcing Eddie’s thrusts to be shallower. The pace of them doesn’t shift, nor does how deep he is inside Buck’s guts change, but how far he can pull out does.
And god, he’s so fucking deep inside of Buck. He can feel Eddie’s dick in his stomach, carving a space for itself in the depths of him.
Little uh uh uh ’s are all that’s escaping Buck now, his limbs wrapped firmly around Eddie, keeping him as close as possible. Their chests are pressed flush, heat radiating between them, sweat slicking the glide of their torsos with every thrust.
Buck’s cock is pinned between them in that searing heat, catching more friction than it has since they started.
“E-Eddie,” Buck manages, but the rest of his sentence is swallowed by the sharp press of teeth at the juncture of his throat and shoulder. It isn’t a playful graze or nip—it’s possession, carved into him with the precision of a branding. Each ridge of Eddie’s bite sinks deep, his canines a deliberate punctuation, inscribing something primal into Buck’s skin.
It’s not just a mark—it’s a signature, written in the language of teeth and tongue.
It takes every single drop of willpower Buck has not to cum instantly. He knows better than that. He huffs out a few steadying breaths, eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Eddie—” The teeth are still pressed into his flesh, bruising him under the pressure of Eddie’s jaw. “I’m gonna cum, I–please, please, please—”
It’s only then Eddie unlatches from Buck’s throat, panting out a few shallow, warm breaths against the skin there. He doesn’t speak yet, though, just traces the tip of his tongue along the indents his teeth left behind. Tasting the skin where it’s started to bloom into a soft, sweltering bruise.
“Please, please, please—” The begging continues, desperation building as his voice climbs an octave higher with each word. “I can’t—”
Eddie hums against his throat, pounding into him at the same angle, his pace unrelenting. “Ask nicely,” He says finally. He doesn’t sound as unaffected or casual as he had earlier, a slight tremble to the order as it escapes him.
Buck is asking nicely. He’s—he’s begging . His brain is thick in the fog, both disconnected from his body and rooted so deeply into every inch of his skin. He huffs out a frustrated breath, all the muscles along his legs, his torso, his arms taut as he holds off the orgasm threatening to spill out of him.
“Can I cum? E-Eddie, I need—Please, I’ll—” That seems to do the trick. Eddie’s mouth sucks gently at the same place he bit, deepening whatever mark will be left there when they’re done before nodding his head once.
“Yeah, Buck, cum for me,” He breathes out, hot against his throat.
Buck shatters.
Often he doesn’t cum on command, but it’s usually a close thing, only a few extra thrusts or a roll of hips before he’s sent over the edge, but this time—he crumples the second the yeah escapes Eddie’s lips.
His cock pulses between them, shooting rope after rope of cum over both of their abdomens, some of them even shooting out between well-timed thrusts to end up shot across Buck’s chest, the spend landing and dribbling down his pectoral as Eddie fucks into him.
“There you go, fuck, such a good boy—” Eddie’s face burries itself deeper into the crook of Buck’s neck, his thrusts growing sloppier, losing their rhythm as he fucks Buck through his orgasm.
Buck’s body is buzzing in the afterglow, his skin vibrating with it still, his thighs twitching as his oversensitive hole continues to take everything Eddie gives him.
“Such a good slut, cumming on my cock, you’re so fucking tight —” Eddie’s blubbering now, mumbling obscenities against the hollow of Buck’s throat, rolling his hips and chasing the edge of his pleasure, trying to fill Buck up with everything he’s got.
Buck is barely coherent, but he’s still Eddie’s good boy, still able to pull his boyfriend over the edge even while he’s trembling from the aftershocks of his own collapse. He digs his nails into Eddie’s back with the remaining strength he has left, pressing his heel against Eddie’s lower back and pressing him in harder.
“Your whore, Eds, just for you. Only like this for you. Only you get to fuck me—” Buck’s delirious mumbling against Eddie’s ear is cut short as Eddie groans, something the edge of animalistic, against Buck’s neck before pressing his cock inside of Buck to the hilt.
Warmth floods him. Eddie’s cock twitches and pulses inside of him, pumping cum inside of him to the point where, alongside the width and length of Eddie’s dick, it feels too full . Buck whines at the feeling, pressing himself back harder against the intrusion, welcoming the fullness, as overwhelming as it is.
“Fuck, thank you, thank you —” Buck whines, clutching at him tighter. He’s not fully sure what he’s thanking him for. For letting him cum, for fucking him, for cumming so deep inside of him that he ascended into another universe for a brief second. Maybe all of the above.
Eddie’s body collapses its entire weight against him, cock still buried inside.
Their chests rise and fall in sync, both their lungs desperate for air, bodies loose and exerted.
They stay in silence for a moment or two, curled into each other, skin damp with sweat and cum. Buck thinks he can feel Eddie’s cum dripping out of him a little, despite the fact that Eddie is still pressing all the way inside of him.
It’s Eddie who breaks the silence eventually, exhaling a soft sigh as he reaches back, slowly unhooking one of Buck’s calves.
Buck, however, is not interested in untangling their bodies just yet. His leg slides back into place around Eddie’s waist, slipping out of Eddie’s gentle grip. He presses his legs together tightly around Eddie, shifting his dick somehow even deeper inside of himself, dragging a whimper from the depths of his throat.
Eddie, on the other hand, snorts where his face is buried, shaking his head gently. “I can’t stay inside you forever, Buck.”
“You could.”
“I can’t ,” Eddie peppers soft kisses against Buck’s neck before slowly lifting himself up. The cum between them has started to dry against their skin, and admittedly, the sensation is not great, but Buck would be willing to bear it if it meant keeping Eddie pressed this close for the rest of their lives.
Buck sighs—maybe a little dramatically—and lets Eddie peel his legs off and drop them onto the bed. Slowly, gently, Eddie slips his softening cock out of Buck’s used hole. It clenches around nothing, fluttering at the sudden emptiness.
Before he can even get a whimper out, three fingers are pressing inside of him, stopping any more of the cum from spilling out. Above him, Eddie, once again balancing on one arm, glances toward the side table before looking back down at Buck.
“Think you can handle being empty for long enough for me to grab the plug, baby? Or can you reach?”
Buck really wishes his insanely long limbs were just a little longer. He tries, though, a fumbling hand extending to bat around and tug the drawer open. He can’t locate the plug, though, and Eddie just watches him, mildly amused.
Eventually, he gives up, bottom lip pushed out as his eyes find Eddie’s again.
“Okay, okay,” Eddie murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss against the tip of his nose. “Two seconds, okay? I got you.”
Eddie’s got him. He always does.
The fingers slide out of him and then are very rudely wiped against the inside of Buck’s thigh. Eddie shuffles to the side, rustling around in the drawer till the soft pink, silicone plug is located. Then, he settles between Buck’s legs and with practiced hands, works the toy inside of Buck till it’s snug and filling him enough that the empty, aching feeling inside of him eases.
Buck watches him work, and once it’s pressed inside, Eddie glances up, smiling warmly as he presses a tender kiss to the inside of Buck’s thigh. “Feel okay?”
Buck nods. His eyelids feel heavy, his body exhausted despite the fact that Eddie’s done most, if not all, the work. It takes a lot of effort to be fucked through the mattress, alright?
“Good,” Eddie nods, reaching down and grabbing a discarded shirt. He uses it to wipe his hand off then to wipe up the mess that’s covering the inside of Buck’s thighs, the line of his ass and across the soft, plush of his stomach. He then tosses it toward the hamper and, to Eddie’s delight, the shirt lands directly in it.
Buck watches fondly as a grin spreads across Eddie’s face, his eyes flicking from the hamper to Buck.
Being the supportive boyfriend he is, Buck raises a closed fist. Eddie meets it without hesitation. It’s not the first time they’ve fist-bumped after sex, and it sure won’t be the last.
With a swift clean-up complete, Eddie kisses up the length of Buck’s torso, and upon reaching his neck, lifts his head to press a lingering, tender kiss to his mouth. Buck kisses back eagerly, hand lifting to slide into Eddie’s sweat-damp hair, tugging gently at it.
Eddie pulls away to suck in a breath, but before Buck can inhale one of his own, Eddie captures his lips in another one. This one is shorter, more chaste, but just as sweet.
Eventually, Eddie seems not to be willing to hold himself up any longer, and slides down onto his side, draping most of his body over Buck like a weighted blanket, his face tucked against Buck’s pectoral with Buck’s arm underneath him, wrapped around his torso.
Eddie nuzzles into Buck’s chest, voice low. “Can still hear your heart racing. You okay?”
Buck chuckles softly. “Yeah, Eddie. You just fucked my brains out—my body’s still recovering.” He presses a lingering kiss into Eddie’s hair. “I’m good. Great, even.”
Eddie’s shoulders loosen, his body sinking fully into Buck’s. “Okay.”
Eddie falls asleep first, as he often does in this position, soothed to sleep by the comforting beat of Buck’s heart.
Buck is only awake for a few minutes longer, his hand tracing soothing lines up and down the length of Eddie’s back as his breath evens out into soft, barely there snores.
Buck follows behind him eventually, drifting into unconsciousness with a soft smile resting on his lips.