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“ What is that?” Eddie stops in his tracks, his hand frozen around his cock mid-stroke. He’s standing at the end of the bed, facing a freshly naked Buck on his knees, ass up and calling for him. His ass, plump, dewy-looking skin, is teasing him from below. It’s not what caught Eddie’s attention, though.
Buck sways his hips, looks back from his shoulder, “What?” he asks, biting his bottom lip as he watches Eddie.
He’s holding his aching, pulsing dick in his hand and standing in front of a naked Buck, and any other day, Eddie wouldn't be able to look away from the two round asscheeks or the hole of his ass, screaming to be eaten out.
Today, however, Eddie’s eyes are a little further down.
He tries to clear his throat, “On your inner thigh, what is that?” he asks, licking his lips with his eyes stuck on the skin. Buck’s smiling, looking coy and proud of himself. As for him, Eddie’s whole body was shaking looking down at him.
On his inner thigh, there’s a small, circular black line, like two half moons facing each other. It’s two broken lines, not linear, with little cuts and bumbles. It looks…
Buck wiggles his eyebrows, “You like it?” he whispers, voice hot and thick.
“Is that…?”Eddie feels dizzy as he realizes, “Buck, is that my love bite ?”
The black lines on Buck’s inner thigh look like teeth.
“It’s more than your love bite,” he says, sighing, “It’s a tattoo of it.”
Whatever blood is left in his body all goes to his cock. It’s already aching, leaking precum more than usual, tip red and glistening, but Eddie feels like it’s shaking in his hand even more now. “ Fucking hell,” Eddie mumbles, stepping closer, his cock now resting between Buck’s asscheeks, “you’re unbelievable,” he says, thrusting his hips up to relieve the pressure a little, smearing his precum all over Buck’s lower back.
“Believe me,” he groans, “ I know.”
Buck on his knees, ass up in the air, upper body pinned into the mattress with a smug look on his face, Eddie’s getting the feeling this was his boyfriend’s plan all along.
Eddie slides his thumb inside his hole, and Buck immediately clenches it around his finger, biting at his bottom lip as he holds back a moan. “God, you're so eager all the time.” Eddie cries out, sliding his thumb in and out a few times, knowing that soon enough it’ll be his cock hiding in him.
“Me?” Buck laughs, “One look at my ass and you got me pinned to the bed,” he says, closing his eyes as he melts into the mattress some more.
“How could I not?t” he says, putting a second finger in and curling it, going in for Buck’s prostate with short, gentle strokes, “you’ve got my teeth tattooed on your skin!”
“I wanted a reminder,”
“You’re not even gonna see,t,” Eddie says, fingertips grazing over the tattoo with his free hand, mesmerized by the sight of it.
“Maybe it’s not for me,” Buck says, “Maybe I want you to remember it.”
“I’m never forgetting this view,” he immediately says, pressing his thumb between the two half-moon-shaped lines, “ God,” Eddie whispers with wonder, “you’re gorgeous.”
Buck moves his hips back on Eddie’s two thick fingers and moans, “Stop playing with it and fuck me,” he begs.
“Yes, sir,r ” he says, taking his two fingers out gently. He leans down for the lube and pours a fair amount over his cock. He strokes himself twice, smearing the lube over evenly.
He slides the tip of his dick in, slick with all of the pre cum he’s been leaking and the lube. Sometimes, the more slick, the better. The obscene sound of a pair of asscheeks slamming wetly against the skin of hips, colliding in hard thud thud thud, the slick schlick sound of every stroke overwhelming toth of them, it’s simply intoxicating. Eddie can’t get enough of it.
Buck’s shuddering under him, arching his back even more as Eddie slides his cock in him, slowly, surely and in one long breath. There’s barely time to adjust before he bottoms out and almost slips out, but then slams his dick back in, his balls almost touching Buck’s with the force of the thrust. Buck moans loud and free.
“You like taking it, don’t you?” Eddie asks him, pinning his shoulders back on the back. Buck moans, mouth wide open as he grabs the bed so hard his knuckles are turning white, “You look so good when you take it,” he adds, thrusting with sharp, hard thrusts between every word.
They’re both glistening with sweat, Buck’s back beautifully arched with Eddie’s hand pinning him down. With each of his thrusts, Eddie grunts loudly, a guttural sound leaving his throat. Every time his hips slam into his ass, Buck’s whining in broken little breaths, begging and begging with short yes yes yes yes.
It’s fucking intoxicating.
What’s so nice about this little mutual kink of theirs is that it’s not restricted to only one of them. Sure, it started between them with Eddie’s craving for cum - Buck’s cum to be exact - but over time, they’ve found that they enjoy basically everything about it.
So there’s no complaining or disappointment when Eddie pulls out and turns Buck’s on his back in one swift motion. Buck only smiles when he drags him towards the end of the bed, lifting his now already raised legs. Eddie steps on the bed and slides his cock back in, Buck now folded in half, his red, aching cock facing him on his stomach. “You’re gonna be good,” Eddie grunts, taking his boyfriend’s dick in hand, “and you’re gonna cum for me,” he says, starting to stroke.
With the new position, Eddie’s hitting Buck’s prostate more often than he’s not, which means that this,s added with the warm hand stroking him, makes Buck close his eyes in overstimulation, head tilted back with his mouth wide open as he whines and whines, his throat breaking with every thrust from Eddie.
“Aren’t you gonna be good?” Eddie asks, twisting his hand with each stroke, bending just enough to hold Buck’s chin with his other hand, turning his head just enough for him to look at him.
Buck opens his eyes, and Eddie’s almost taken back with how dark they are. He’s breathing hard, they both are, but Buck’s worse. He’s still whining with his mouth open and his eyes fixed on him as he shakes his head.
“No?” Eddie furrows his eyebrow, “You’re not gonna be good?” he asks, bringing both hands to Buck’s hips.
He shakes his head again, “No,” he rags out, voice breaking, “I want-” Buck grunts, quickly throwing his head back at one good hit against his prostate.
“What do you want?”
“I want, fuck ” Buck takes his dick in his hand, holding the base strongly, a desperate attempt to hold his orgasm off longer, he moans, and Eddie almost wants to spare him and slow down, but he doesn't, not yet, “I want you to cum first,” Buck finally says, now holding his pulsing cock much harder than he should for it to be comfortable.
It’s what ultimately makes him slow down his thrust, even if it makes Buck whine in complaint almost immediately, quickly grabbing at his forearms, “What?” Buck cries out, confused, " Don’t stop!”
Eddie shakes his head, a soft chuckle leaving his mouth. He gives one last thrust of his hips before burying himself deep into Buck’s ass. “Take a breath,” he tells him, lowering his legs on the bed, now unfolding Buck. He’s still shaking his head desperately, a tear now falling down his face, “Why’d you stop?” he asks, voice high and strained.
He grinds into his ass, using the head of his cock to tease against the sweet spot up there that makes Buck’s breath shudder, “You’re not breathing,” he answers, soothing his sides with his hands.
Buck lets an angry whimper, “I don’t need to breathe,” he says, “I need us to cum!” he moves his ass in a desperate attempt to feel something.
It makes Eddie smile briefly, “Don’t you wanna decide how we cum?” he asks, circling his hips in a way his big, large cock hits around all of Buck’s wall. “Don’t you wanna know your options?” he asks, kneading his thighs as he asks.
When Buck looks at him, it’s with dark, lustful eyes. “What are my options?” he whispers with a short breath.
“I could cum down your throat?” Eddie offers, taking up the pace a little, “Shove my cock so far down you’d probably choke on it, what do you think?” Buck nods absently, which makes Eddie chuckle, “Or maybe you just want me to cum over your face?” he asks, “Cover your face with my spend, use you like a cum rag.”
While Buck’s normally one for loving a good facial, he shakes his head, eyes still fixed on Eddie, dark and demanding. There’s already an idea hiding behind those blue, piercing eyes, Eddie can tell. He smiles, knowing.
“We could do it the same way you got that love bite in the first place?”
Buck’s already nodding enthusiastically before he’s even done talking.
Eddie laughs, nodding his head in return, “Of course, baby,” he says, sliding his cock out of Buck’s aching hole, “scoot over on the bed,” he tells him, climbing on the bed with him.
He’s turned and straddling Buck’s body in a moment.
Just as easily, Eddie’s cock is shoved down Buck’s throat, so warm and so far down he can barely breathe. Whenever they do this position, it’s always like this, with Buck lying on his back and taking Eddie’s dick down his throat. They’ve tried it the other way around once, which led to a whole lot of uncontrolled choking. Buck’s cock is bigger than Eddie’s; it’s larger, too,o and Buck is, to a few pounds, heavier than Eddie is. Not only that, but Buck’s gag reflex is simply much better than Eddie’s.
So, Buclyingng on his back as he lets Eddie fuck his mouth is the way they do this. This way, Eddie’s more in control of his movements as he shoves his mouth down the length of Buck’s cock. It’s also the perfect position for Buck to eat his ass out - which he loves- and for Eddie to drink Buck’s cum as much as he wants at his own rhythm.
Porn and pop culture have made a farce out of the 69 position, but it’s undoubtedly one of Buck and Eddie’s favourites. It’s the perfect way for them to get their hands - and most importantly their mouths - everywhere they truly want. When you’re a starving man and you crave your boyfriend’s cum every once in a while, this position is the perfect way for both of them to enjoy their fair share.
Eddie’s legs are straddling Buck’s face, his dick already inside Buck’s warm and wet mouth. His hands, large and heavy, hold Eddie’s asscheeks open. He’s bobbing his head up and down, his tongue sliding Eddie’s cock from the end to the tip every time.
When he reaches Eddie’s balls, Buck shoves his nose in them and holds himself there, hiding between Eddie’s thighs for just a few seconds, sucking around the length of his dick.
He moves his head and plops his mouth out with a loud bop, “fuck my throat,” he rasps, already taking Eddie’s dick back in his mouth.
Eddie’s head is resting on his leg, facing the gorgeous, thick cock of his boyfriend. He raises his hips, shaking legs and all, and starts to slowly thrust his dick inside of Buck’s mouth.
Face fucking is not something that happens very often between them. It always ends with a raspy voice and an aching jaw, and Buck’s always worried specifically about the very real possibility of bruising Eddie’s neck. The other way around, Eddie faces fucking Buck and his tight throat, his warm open mouth as he lets him use his face the same way he lets him use his hole, that happens a little more often.
It’s an excellent way to make Eddie cum a lot.
He thrust in and out of his throat, feeling the back of his balls hitting Buck’s nose every time. Buck’s a master at this, sucking cock, taking it, sex in general, making Eddie feel good and overwhelmed and simply just in a blissed out, fucked out state whenever they get more than 25 minutes alone together. He hums around Eddie’s cock, sending all those vibrations around his length that make his knees buckle.
Buck hollows his throat and mouth, leaving just enough free space that eevery timeEddie’s cock hits the back of his throat, Buck can’t stop the gud gud gud sounds.
Eddie’s mouthing at the skin of his inner thigh, right next to the freaking tattoo of his own love bite. He’s breathing hard and hot, “ Buck,” he cries out, his thrust erratic now, more grinding desperately into his mouth, “Baby, I’m gonna cum,” he cries again, hands grabbing hard at Buck’s legs. His tongue touches Buck’s tattoo in small, kitten-like lapping over it in desperation.
Buck moans again, urging him on with a grunt, swirling his tongue around his length as much as he can. There’s drool all over his chin, dripping down to his neck, his hands are gripping hard into the fat of Eddie’s ass, shoving him down again and again.
Eddie lets out a long, drawn-out noise out of his mouth when he feels Buck’s thumbslides inside of his ass, circling his rim and immediately teasing his prostate in agonizing pressure. He cums then, hips frozen in place, ass tight and clenched. His balls are shoved against Buck’s face, and he’s got his own eyes closed, stars blinding him anyway. He cums, his thick, white cum shooting right down Buck’s throat.
He cum,s and for a moment,nt it feels like he doesn't stop. It’s almost concerning, how his whole body is free,zes, and this long, ragged cry leaves his mouth doesn't stop, almost like a broken record on repeat. He’s cumming, and before he even knows it, before he even understands what he’s doing, Eddie’s mouth is over Buck’s t,attoo, and he’s biting into it.
Buck’s legs are shaking under him, his cock, red and pulsing and completely unattended, stands tall and shining with pre cum next to him. Eddie’s knees would buckle when he was standing up, so what happens is both of his legs squeeze Buck’s face between them, and he cries out, his teeth digging hard into the skin. He rides out his orgasms as long as he can, grinding into the warmth of Buck’s mouth.
“ My god! ” he screams, mouth open on Buck’s thigh. Eddie pulls out, his wet, cum and spit-covered cock out of Buck’s mouth, and a loud, slick sound follows him. With shaky, wobbly legs, he immediately crawls over his body, turning around to face Buck’s ass, “You’re always so good to me,” he rasps out, his hands going to Buck’s hips and he lifts him a little, “you’re gonna cum for me, now,” he says, breathing loud as he slides two fingers into his hole without hesitation.
“ Fuck! ” Buck throws his head back on the pillow, his rim clenching at the feeling of his boyfriend’s thick fingers in. “Yeah!” he nods, desperately, “make me cum, please.” he begs, “please, please, please,” and shoves his ass down.
Eddie nods, pulling his fingers out, replacing them with his softening, shining, red dick instead. He’s almost thrown off by the overstimulating feeling, but he ignores it. He shoves his cock in, dragging yet another broken cry out of Buck’s aching throat. Eddie doesn't think about it twice, immediately thrusting into him with fast, hard snaps of his hips. In a matter of seconds, he’s got his hand around Buck’s throbbing cock, stroking the length up and down, circling it with an agonizing twist.
Buck’s still begging, nails digging into the bed, and his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling in an almost lost, absorbed look. His whole body is bouncing, moving on the bed with every one of Eddie’s thrusts.
“You’re such a mess,” Eddie grunts, looking down at Buck’s face. He’s got cum dripping all over his chin and neck, whatever he didn't swallow now drying on his face. Eddie’s cum looks a little different than Buck’s, less white, less thick, more sticky and translucent, liquid and dripping everywhere. On his chest, there’s a pool of precum, Buck’s precum, painting his flushed skin beautifully. Eddie’s about to make him even more of a mess, “You’re gonna cum,” he orders, “all over yourself,” he says, hitting his prostate over and over, “and I’m gonna clean you up,” Eddie adds, twisting his hold around Buck’s length, “because I take good care of you.”
Buck’s nodding, frantic. Please!” he screams, one large string of cum leaving his cock and landing on his chest, “you,” he tries to say, gasping and looking down at his dick, “you-”
“What,” Eddie asks, quick and strong strokes, “I’m what?”
“Good,” he cries, “you’re good to m..” Buck closes his eyes and tilts his head back, so overwhelmed.
His cock’s spurring more cum on himself, but it’s nowhere near where Eddie wants him to be. He nods, biting his bottom lip as he smiles, “lucky me,” he grunts, “you’re good to me, too,” he says, pounding into his ass with what Eddie is sure is now a soft cock, but he’s too in the moment to notice it, too into the feeling of everything to even care.
It’s what gets Buck over the edge. He arches his back in a sharp move, his cock now flooding his chest and his neck, all the way up to his face, and he screams out loud. Eddie’s crying out, too, milking him for everything he’s got.
There’s cum all over him now, all over his pecs and covering most of his smaller tattoos. Eddie lifts Buck’s hips even higher, aiming his cock towards his face and stroking, making sure to target his face as much as he can. Buck, like the cock hungry, cum starving slut that he is, opens his mouth and lets his tongue fall out, collecting whatever Eddie feeds him.
He takes out his cock from Buck’s aching, fucked out hole, and Buck’s too far gone in his pleasure to even notice it. Still milking him, stroking his cock in a strong and constant movement of his wrist, Eddie lowers himself just enough to slide his tongue in the puffy, red hole instead. He’s tasting himself on his tongue, sending thrills all over his lower back. He slurps, swirling his tongue inside and collecting whatever’s left, whatever’s not covering his own cock or dripped out of Buck’s rim while EEddiedeep thrusts into him.
“I can’t wait to marry you,” is the first thing he says when he moves out of his ass, licking all the way down to his rim to his balls, shining with sweat, precum and now cum and saliva. Eddie takes one of them inside his mouth, swirls it around a little, sucks on it, tugs and pokes the anterior with his tongue. Then he does the same with the other, all without ever stopping stroking Buck’s dick.
“I’m gonna spend our entire honeymoon hiding right here,” he whispers, kissing on the tattoo, nibbling at the skin teasingly, “just gonna tie you up and eat your ass until you’re begging me to make you cum,” he says, smiling as Buck cries out and nods his head, his whole body now shaking with pleasure. Eddie stops stroking him, now only holding his cock in his hand instead.
There’s a ragged out laugh that fills up the room. Buck shakes his head, “It’s funny,” he says, smiling, “that you think you’re gonna be able to wait for the honeymoon,” he says.
Eddie chuckles, no longer nibbling at the skin and biting him instead. Buck hisses in pain, a hand flying to Eddie’s hair immediately. “What?” teases, licking over the ink in an apology, “Think I'm gonna have my way with you before we get there?”
Buck nod his head, “Yeah,” he answers, holding Eddie’s head up to make him look at him, “I think you’re gonna sneak in my room the morning of and you’re gonna fuck me so good we’ll get late to the reception,” Buck says, licking at the cum covering his lips, “I think you’re not gonna be able to keep your hands off me,” he smiles at him, teasing.
“Are you ?” Eddie asks, licking all around the base of Buck’s cock, slurping at the cum covering him, “Be able to keep your hands off me ?”
He shakes his head, “No,” he answers, “No, I won’t.”
“That’s what I thought,” he climbs over him, licking at Buck’s hip, biting into the bone lightly. He does that more than once, licking at the hot, white cum covering his skin and then he bites on it, hard enough to leave a red mark shaped like his teeth. It’s nowhere near the territory of bruise; they’re not exactly that far in the whole bdsm thing, but it’s just enough to send a thrill down both of their spines.
Eddie slurps inside of Buck’s navel, taking the time to breathe into his skin, his chin now resting against Buck’s happy trail. He’s keeping one hand hidden inside of Eddie’s dark hair, holding him close to him.
“Baby,” Buck whispers, soft and spent on the bed, closing his eyes as he lets himself feel the warmth of Eddie’s mouth against him. His legs, now lying wide open on the bed with Eddie, are slightly shaking, still coming down from the orgasm Buck just had. He’s tired, sore, exhausted even, but all in a good way.
“Baby,” Eddie whispers back, sucking a small mark on Buck’s lower stomach, hard enough to leave some redness behind. He moves up, kisses his way up to the tattoo on Buck’s ribs, “Mine, mine, mine,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. Buck feels chills all over.
“Come here,” he whines, hand on Eddie’s neck, “Eddie, come here.”
Eddie hums in return, not moving at all, opening his mouth and letting his tongue trace over the tattoo, tickling Buck. He’s breathless, but he still giggles, “You’re gonna go through all my tattoos?” he asks.
“Maybe.”
“Gonna take all night.”
He bites into the ribs, sucking on the skin right after, soothing, “Don’t care,” he moves to the other ribs, bites again, sucks again, soothes again. Eddie goes, again and again, all over Buck's lower and side chest while he lies on his back, shaking and trembling, small cries with every bite, long sighs with every lick.
He’s drinking all the cum, too. Cleaning Buck’s chest, making sure none of the white streaks are there once he leaves a spot. “You know what we should do?” Buck asks, looking down at Eddie, who’s looking at him through his lashes.
Eddie hums in return, waiting for the question.
“Should get some together,” he suggests, showing his hand up between them, “get inked some rings to wear all the time.”
Eddie’s staring at him with piercing eyes. If he could, he’d get hard again immediately and shove his dick back into Buck’s heat, making him cum all over again. “What?” his voice rasped
“I mean, we don’t have to-”
Eddie cuts him off by smashing their lips together. “Yes,” he says, hard against his mouth, “ yes. ”
“Not sure if you can bite my finger like that, though.”
They laugh into each other’s mouths, “Shut up,” Eddie begs.
There’s mischief in Buck’s eyes when he says, “Bite me.”