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It starts as a late night idea, the kind that's usually forgotten the next day. Buck brings it up while laying half-asleep in Eddie's arms, Eddie's finger brushing idly up and down his waist. Eddie pauses–seems to think for a second, then Buck can feel the way he smiles, like he lights up the entire room.
So that's a yes, then.
Except Buck honestly doesn't think about it the next morning. Not when his eyes drift open as the morning sunlight filters through the blinds, his boyfriend still snoring beside him. Not when he curls up and takes in Eddie's scent for a few blissful minutes, face pressed against his shoulder. Not when he finally gets up to find something to eat–pancakes for himself, Eddie, and Christopher.
It slips his mind until after they've dropped Chris off at school. Until after they've kicked off their shoes and Buck yawns, aching for more coffee. When Eddie suddenly presses him against the wall, one of his large hands pushing into his waist.
“Hi,” Buck breathes, already feeling the press of Eddie's erection against himself. His heart flutters as Eddie kisses his neck, a gasp escaping his lips as Eddie hums.
“You remember what you said to me last night?” Eddie all but growls, and then it comes back. The idea in the dark.
“Yes,” Buck whispers. Eddie’s body is impossibly close, and he is prepared to get on his knees in an instant. To do whatever it is Eddie wants of him.
“Good boy.” Buck almost collapses at the praise, his knees weak. But Eddie is still holding him up, teeth digging almost painfully into his neck. And his lower stomach is on fire, the heat between his legs growing increasingly impossible to ignore.
As swiftly as this had all started, Eddie pulls away. Buck wines, his knees turning to jelly as he leans his body weight against the wall. He is almost embarrassed by how visibly shaken he is, but Eddie pays him no mind. He walks away, disappears down the hall to their bedroom.
Buck waits, anticipation growing in his belly as he listens to the rustle of movement before Eddie returns. He is not empty-handed this time.
And if Buck wasn't already flustered as all-hell, God…
“You're gonna wear this until I say you can't. Sound good?” Eddie asks, voice husk with the command. Buck nods, speechless, as Eddie presses his body back into Buck’s.
“Okay,” Buck whimpers, blushing furiously as Eddie swiftly undoes the button of his jeans and pulls down his underwear. The noise that comes out of him is almost inhuman as Eddie inserts the vibrator inside of him with ease–seemingly, he'd already lubed it up, or Buck is wet enough that it doesn't matter. The toy is big enough to make Buck feel full, but it's certainly no replacement for Eddie.
Eddie pulls a small remote out of his pocket. And God – he immediately turns it onto the highest setting, the intense vibrations immediately making the deepest parts of him scream. The silicone suction cup sits just over his clit, and his nails dig into his thighs as it sucks.
He's about thirty seconds away from coming when Eddie turns it off, and Buck cries out with the sudden loss of friction. He whines. “Eddie, please–”
“Not yet,” Eddie says, with a smile that can only be described as sadistic. “On your knees, baby.”
Buck gets down so fast, it makes Eddie chuckle. He reaches up to undo Eddie's pants, pulling his underwear away almost desperately. Eddie's hand cards through his curls as Buck takes Eddie's cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the tip just how Eddie likes. He bobs his head back and forth, slowly, but Eddie seems to lose patience with it and starts lightly thrusting his lips.
And with the hand that's not curled into Buck’s hair, he turns the vibrator back on.
Buck gasps, hands clenching at his sides. Eddie smiles, almost lazily thrusting as Buck arches his back and closes his eyes. It's almost embarrassing how fast he comes, moaning around Eddie’s cock as he rides the high of his orgasm.
But the vibrator keeps going–merciless, unrelenting–and Buck whimpers as Eddie picks up the pace of his thrusts. After several minutes, Eddie comes–filling Buck’s mouth. Buck dutifully swallows, eyelashes batting up at Eddie. Eddie kneels down in front of him, bringing their lips together for a brief, chaste kiss.
“You're so perfect, baby,” he says. Buck blushes, reveling in the praise. He's close by the time the vibrator turns back off, and he whines.
Eddie just flashes him a smile and stands, zipping up his pants. Buck straightens, legs unsteady against the throbbing heat between his legs.
They have nothing planned that day, a rare day off that lets them stay home and be idle. Eddie sits down on the couch and turns on a basketball game, much to Buck’s dismay. Despite his displeasure, he sits down next to him and curls up into his arms. Eddie’s arm wraps around him immediately, his lips brushing the top of his head in peppered kisses that make Buck’s heart swell.
And then–
Buck gasps when the vibrator turns back on–his body tingling at the sudden pleasure that fills his body. It feels deeper inside of him when he's sitting down, but not deep enough. He grinds his hips into the couch, but Eddie tightens his grip around him. “G-god, Eddie, oh my god.”
Eddie laughs lowly, pressing his lips against Buck’s flushed temple. “You're so good. Look at how you squirm because of me.”
His orgasm arrives, once more, before he can even think to hold himself back. He moans, burying his face in the crook of Eddie's neck when he does. By the time the waves of pleasure have faded, he realizes the vibrator has been turned up.
“Oh my God, Eddie,” Buck whispers. Eddie sets his hand on Buck's hip, rubbing slow circles with his thumb.
“You're done when I say you're done, beautiful.”
And, Oh God, Buck’s only response to that is a very undignified moan. In minutes he's already coming again, his back arching against the deepness of the vibrations and the tingling in his legs.
Eddie turns it up. Again.
And the room is practically spinning, and Buck can see stars. It's too much, all at once, but it's not a bad thing. Buck never thought it was possible to feel this good–never experienced it in any of his previous partners. Not even the frat house he lived in with the friends he met in Peru, where he was, admittedly, a pass around bottom. That was nothing like this.
Nails digging into Eddie's arm, probably deep enough to leave marks, but Eddie doesn't seem to care. His legs are shaking, and he can't help the breathy gasps that leave his mouth when he comes. Again.
And again, and again.
Until Buck is crying, and Eddie is talking him through it, and by the time Eddie finally shows mercy, he’s panting and sweating and so, so flushed. He all but collapses into Eddie's arms, who holds him tight.
“You did so good, Buck.”
“You're insane, Eddie,” Buck whispers, but he means it in the best way possible.
“You love it,” Eddie replies back, and God, that’s an understatement.
Buck gets up eventually, goes to get lunch. He can still feel it inside of him, an ever present hardness pressing against his inner walls. He’s halfway through making a sandwich when the vibrations start again, and he gasps, leaning over the counter and closing his eyes.
Eddie doesn’t give him a break for the entire day.
Eddie leaves, drops Christopher off at a friend’s house for a sleepover. Comes back to Buck waiting for him in the bed, eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face. And that’s all it takes to get Eddie to cave, because Buck knows Eddie. He knows there’s nothing he loves more than making Buck feel good.
So Buck comes. Again.
Again, when they’re eating dinner–Chinese food they’d gotten delivered because Buck was too fucked out to cook, and Eddie, well, bless his heart, is terrible in the kitchen. Buck has a mouthful of beef and broccoli in his mouth when it starts again, and he notices, belatedly, that Eddie has the remote in his hand and a smile on his face.
Buck whimpers, the press of the hard seat underneath him making the vibrations louder, and the toy feel deeper. He’s wet, immediately, and all he wants is Eddie inside of him, but Eddie just shakes his head when Buck says, desperately, “I want you, Eds, please.”
Buck rocks his hips against the chair, food all but forgotten, making noises he’s never made before. He’s lost track of how many times he’s orgasmed today. He’s endlessly spoiled, and he will make this up to Eddie later. Will get on his knees however often Eddie wants him to, because. Because, fuck, he hasn’t felt this good in so, so long.
After dinner, when they’re cleaning up. It starts again. And it doesn’t stop. And Buck is crying, again. Because he feels so many things, and he doesn’t know what to do with it. Eddie wraps his arms around Buck from behind, kissing down his neck as Buck is sent over the edge.
“‘S too… too much, Eddie, I can’t-”
“You can, my love.”
“God. Fuck, Eddie, I-”
“Do you want me to stop?”
Buck nearly whips around to shout some sense into Eddie’s face. And he would, if he wasn’t, y’know, busy. But instead, he vehemently shakes his head, his knees going weak under him. Eddie holds him up when he comes, and his underwear is soaked to the brim, and he should really take care of that at some point. But he doesn’t, because it’s a testament to this insane day. One of his favorite days.
By the end of it, when it’s late and their bedroom is dark, Buck lays in their bed with Eddie beside him. Eddie moves on top of him with a swift motion, and Buck smiles as Eddie kisses him. Teeth sinking into his lips, probably drawing blood, but he doesn’t care. Not at all.
“Is that sweet pussy ready for me yet, baby?” Eddie asks, already hard, already taking off his sweatpants.
Buck nods. “Yes,” he gasps, pleading. Eddie reaches for the lube, but it’s honestly probably not even needed at this point. Buck is a mess. He wasn’t called a firehose for no reason.
Still, Eddie squirts some of it into his hand and gets himself ready, uses his other hand to remove the vibrator. It’s soaked and long since dead by now, and he tosses it aside with little regard for how much that damn thing cost them. Lines his cock up with Buck’s entrance and slowly, excruciatingly slowly, pushes inside.
Buck arches his back–the need to be full overcomes him after the sudden emptiness. And Eddie is so much bigger than that stupid little toy. It’s easy for Eddie to bottom out with a quiet groan of pleasure, allowing Buck time to adjust before starting slow, deliberate thrusts.
But that doesn’t last long, because it takes about five seconds before Buck gasps out, “harder. Please. H-harder, Eddie-”
Eddie doesn’t need to be told twice. He picks up the pace until the mattress is squeaking and Buck fears the bed is going to break, and it almost hurts, but it hurts so, so good. He digs his nails into Eddie’s back and moans, uncaring how loud he is. The gasps in his chorus are filled with Eddie’s gentle voice, “you’re so good for me. You’re so perfect. My beautiful Buck. You’re so, so perfect.”
Eddie lays his thumb over Buck’s clit, rubbing it slowly, gently, and a pleased gasp fills the room. Eddie smiles into Buck’s shoulder as Buck’s legs twitch. “Eddie–” he whimpers. “I’m close, I’m–”
“Come for me, then,” Eddie says, voice commanding and strong, and suddenly that’s exactly what Buck is doing. His vision goes black for a minute as waves of pleasure overtake his body, biting his lip against the piercing scream he wants to let out. His back arches–at least, it tries to, Eddie’s body is still pinning him down, his cock still pistoning in and out of him with deep, hard thrusts.
Buck is spent. Exhausted. Eddie hasn’t finished, but he doesn’t mind–no, Eddie has earned this. It takes a few more minutes before Eddie buries himself deep inside of him and fills him with come, a quiet hiss escaping his mouth as Buck whimpers. He stays there, even after he’s gone soft, breathing deep, slow breaths. Buck smiles up at him, reaching up with his hands to cup Eddie’s face. Eddie kisses him gently–no more teeth involved this time, and pulls out.
Eddie collapses beside Buck and opens his arms, inviting Buck to curl up into them with his head in the crook of Eddie’s neck. The two of them spend a few minutes catching their breaths. Buck knows he’s going to be sore tomorrow, but he really, really doesn’t care.
“We should do this again sometime,” he muses.
Eddie chuckles. “Your stamina is insane, have I ever said that?”
“No, you haven’t,” Buck murmurs, eyes slipping closed. “But I know.”
“God, I love you so much.” Eddie presses his lips to the top of Buck’s head, running his fingers through his curls. “I love you so, so fucking much, baby.”
“I love you too,” Buck replies, pressing soft, chaste kisses to Eddie’s chest, to his neck, to his jaw.
The two of them fall asleep like that–tangled limbs and wrinkled bedsheets. Eddie’s arm firmly around Buck, a promise that he isn’t going anywhere. And Buck?
He’s never felt more happy in all his life.