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Buck pouted to himself as he noticed his jeans were loose and reluctantly reached into the closet and grabbed a belt. He had reevaluated his life nearly a year ago and had left the 118 for good. Even though it killed him to no longer be a firefighter, he knew that he needed to take the time to find out who he was for himself and not just in the service of other people—and apparently part of that meant losing all of the extra weight that his glorious muscles (that he had worked so hard to achieve) had given him, hence why he was reaching for a belt.

“Hey, babe. You almost ready?”

 Buck looked up to see Tommy standing in the doorway of their bedroom. Yes. Their bedroom.

One of the first things he had done after leaving the 118 was reach back out to Tommy, and the two of them had taken the time to finally figure their shit out. They had started dating again, and then two months back into dating for a second time, Tommy had asked Buck to move in with him.

He hadn't hesitated to say yes.

“Almost ready. Had to grab a belt. Stupid jeans are too big now,” Buck complained, grabbing his wallet and sliding into his back pocket, though he had the feeling that Tommy wouldn't let him touch it. The man insisted on paying for everything.

Buck had a decent amount of savings, so he didn't necessarily need a job—though he had finally started looking for one, specifically at youth centers. He still wanted to make a difference but wasn't sure if he was willing to put his life on the line anymore and being a counselor seemed like a good way to do just that.

“Still look gorgeous to me, babe,” Tommy reassured him, and Buck felt his cheeks flush, especially when the older man’s hand slipped tightly around his hip and gently squeezed, sending a spark down between his thighs.

God, his boyfriend could turn him on so easily.

He gently batted his hand away, saying, “C’mon, we gotta go or we’re gonna be late,” and smiled when he heard the older man let out a soft whine of disappointment.

Since he had started dropping weight Buck had found himself becoming a bit more self-conscious about his body, and he had no idea why. Even though he hadn't been dropping weight unintentionally, he had managed to keep a lot of his muscle strength and held onto that as something that still reminded him of who he was back when he had still been a firefighter. He figured his self-consciousness came from the thought that Tommy might not be as attracted to him—but from the way his boyfriend still liked to put his hands on him, that told him Tommy’s lust for him hadn’t abated, even with his body changing.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Maddie and Chimney were already there waiting for them, and Buck tried not to grin when he felt Tommy’s hand at his lower back ushering him to his chair, the pressure firm as well as being a soft reminder of how much he still loved to touch him.

“Hey! You made it!” Maddie said, rising from her chair and sweeping him up into one of her all-encompassing hugs.

“Yeah, we’re here,” Buck muttered into her neck. “ ‘bout time, right? Sorry we had to cancel on you the past few times,” he apologized. “Things have just been crazy with the house and Tommy’s schedule right now because he’s been pulling OT.”

She pulled back and shook her head.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Besides, everything worked out anyway and the kids are spending the weekend with Hen and Karen, so we have more time to hang out today.” His sister then gave him a look, up and down, and her brow furrowed. “Have you…lost weight? I mean, not that that’s a bad thing,” she hastily backtracked. “I just noticed that I could fit my arms around you a bit easier and so I wondered if maybe you’ve changed your diet or workout routine…”

Buck shrugged and reluctantly admitted, “Well, my workout has changed a bit, but I, uh…I’ve kinda gone vegetarian,” and watched her eyes widen as she sat back down and he sat across from her. “It’s not as bad as I thought, and it means I’ve shed some weight.”

“Do my ears deceive me or has Evan Buckley just said that he has gone vegetarian?” said Chimney and he rolled his eyes.

Tommy quickly defended him.

“Hey, don’t knock it until you try it. It was all Evan’s idea, and I think it’s been working out great for him.” His boyfriend sat down next to him and pressed into Buck’s left side, resting his arm over the back of Buck’s chair. “He may not be what you expect right now, but he’s never been healthier. His stamina’s improved, too,” Tommy quipped, and both Chimney and Maddie made a face and let out simultaneous groans.

“Ugh! I did not need to know that!” his brother-in-law complained, as his wife said, “I know way too much about my brother’s sex life. I’ll just bring it up later in therapy.”

Buck pulled a face of his own and stuck out his tongue at both of them, and retorted, “Hey, he never said anything about our sex life, you just assumed! He was talking about my running times, you weirdos!” His sister arched a skeptical eyebrow at him. “I was at a nine and half minute mile, but with the way I’ve been taking care of my body, I’ve shaved off a minute and a half—and I’ve also managed to stay on my feet longer during Muay Thai training.” He reached for a chip in the middle of the table. “I mean, it’s weird that all my clothes are kinda big on me now, but I gotta admit I’m feeling a lot better than I was.”

Chimney gave him a look and remarked, “I didn’t know you were feeling bad before. I mean, you were in great shape when you were at the 118, you always kept up with us! And you even set the pace for the team most of the time. Hell, not even Eddie or Ravi could keep up sometimes!”

Buck shrugged and quickly explained.

“Yeah, it was great—but when I left, I started to slow down my life and make some changes just to see what would happen…and my body did this. I feel great. Sleeping a lot better too.”

He grabbed another chip and dipped it into the salsa, glancing at Tommy, noticing a small smile at the corner of his mouth at his words. As ridiculous as it sounded, he had genuinely been surprised when he had gone from thinking that he was in great shape to suddenly feeling even better just by slowing down and changing what he ate—and okay, yeah, his and Tommy’s sex life might have also been improving (which Buck didn’t even think was possible, what with the fact that they had never had bad sex in their entire relationship), but the biggest benefit had been the way he felt day to day.

Buck usually had a small amount of fatigue after leg day, which he had always figured was par for the course…but then after switching his steaks out for tofu, suddenly the soreness lessened, and his energy improved.

Maddie gave him a fond smile and said, “Well, you seem happy. I’m glad it’s been helping.”

Buck smiled right back at his sister and leaned into his boyfriend’s side. Eventually the four of them ordered their food and soon both conversation and alcohol was flowing—though the fruity drinks were strictly being drunk by the Buckley siblings, Maddie with her strawberry margaritas and Buck with his sangria.

Eventually the conversation shifted, and Chimney asked, “So, Buckaroo…you found a new job, yet? Or are you still eyeballing firefighting?” and he shrugged and cautiously answered, “I’ve, uh…I’ve glanced at a few things, but, uh…nothing…nothing’s really caught my eye. I’ve got enough in savings right now that I can take some time to figure out what it is I really wanna do, and I…I think I’m gonna take that time and really figure it out. Being a little less impulsive this time around.”

Chimney and Maddie exchanged a look…and then Buck let out a sigh of relief when they seemed to approve, Maddie sitting a bit further back in her chair as she said, “I think that’s great. I’m proud of you, Buck,” and he felt his cheeks flush.

Tommy nudged his shoulder.

“Told you they’d support you, babe,” he muttered into his ear and Buck rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

Everyone laughed—and then the waitress came by, and they all put in their dessert orders, and by the time they had all finished Buck was feeling pleasantly buzzed and found himself leaning deeper into his boyfriend’s side, looking forward to going home and getting him naked. At the thought, his hand wandered slightly up under the airman’s shirt, tracing the tips of his fingers over his thick and wide abdomen, needing to feel it between his thighs.

Tommy reached down and grabbed at his wrist and then hissed into his ear, “Evan…stop,” and Buck chuckled and turned his head and nuzzled under his jaw and murmured, “Or what? You gonna punish me, daddy?”

His boyfriend clenched his jaw and then Buck felt a hand on the inside of his thigh, fingers digging into the meat of it as he lowly threatened, “Evan. If you don’t stop, I will drag you out of here right now and you won’t get to have a good time when we get home,” and then pulled back just enough to lock eyes with him…and that was when Buck realized how serious he was. He swallowed hard and nodded as he removed his hand, glad that neither his sister nor brother-in-law had noticed their interaction.

Instead, Chimney was letting out a long sigh as he fought off his own wife’s advances, and Buck snorted when Maddie leaned into her husband’s shoulder and stared up at his face as she said in a bright tone, “God, you have such pretty eyes…I married those eyes,” and Chimney shook his head and laughed and tapped the tip of her nose with his finger.

“Yes, you did marry those eyes. And now it is time for me to get these eyes and you home.”

At hearing that, Buck slowly stood and let Tommy lead him to the car, the four of them hugging out in the parking lot, the Buckley siblings both leaning a little bit too much into each other.

Tommy seemed to be amused at the situation as he kept on looking over at Buck and smiling the entire way home, even when he began to ramble about the new substack he had found on lizards that could regrow their own tails and the cellular research that was being done on them. He was vaguely aware of the fact that he was rambling, but he didn’t care because it meant that Tommy kept on smiling back at him, and that was something that he didn’t want to stop.

God, he loved his boyfriend’s smile.

By the time they were back at the house he was feeling more sober…and so was taken off guard when instead of being allowed to step out of the car by himself, he was suddenly thrown over a broad shoulder and was being held in place by Tommy’s thick arm wrapped around the backs of his thighs.

“Tommy…what…? Hey! Put…put me down, you big oaf!” he protested, batting at his lower back.

“Nope. Your balance can’t be trusted.”

Buck wriggled slightly in his grip—but that only seemed to prompt his boyfriend to tighten his hold on him, not putting him down until they were inside the house, all the way back in their bedroom, the older man tossing him onto the bed far more easily than he was used to. As he lay there on the rumpled sheets, trying to catch his breath at the same time he tried to comprehend what had just happened, he remembered that the last time that Tommy had lifted him was back when they had first dated and there had at least been a bit of an effort put into it because Buck was a big guy, the same size as Tommy himself.

But now things had shifted, and Buck realized that he was light enough that Tommy could really manhandle him…

…and the low simmer of arousal that had started back at the restaurant turned into a sudden burning fire inside of him that he needed to take care of in that exact instant. Not caring that he probably looked ridiculous, Buck reached for the hem of his shirt and attempted to drag it over his shoulders, embarrassed when it somehow got tangled up near his shoulders and head.

He could hear Tommy laughing—even if he couldn’t see him—and let out a soft huff.

“Hey, could you help me out here? I’m trying to get naked so you can fuck me,” he mumbled out, and then felt two hands lift the shirt the rest of the way off him.

“Evan, as much as I love that idea, I have a shift to get to in less than an hour, so unfortunately I cannot fuck you right now.”

Buck pouted as Tommy pressed a kiss to his forehead and then turned to the dresser to change out of his clothes and slowly sat up to watch him change into one of his work t-shirts, the one with a tiny hole near the neckline that had been caused by an oil burn nearly four years before.

“This is so not fair,” he muttered, and Tommy let out a soft grunt and replied, “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll fuck you super good when I get back. It’s only a twelve hour, so you can find something to occupy your time for a bit while I’m gone, can’t you?” he added as he turned and smirked at him. “There’s that new documentary on sea turtles that you wanted to watch already recorded on the DVR, which will occupy you for at least the next three hours…”

“And there’s also that new recipe I wanted to try,” Buck said as he scooted forward with his eyes on his boyfriend’s belt line, thinking he could at least sneak in a blow job…

…but then there was a hand on his chest.

“Evan, no.”

He pouted some more.

“Aww, c’mon,” he whined, not caring how juvenile he sounded. “You just tossed me around like I weighed nothing more than a bag of potatoes and got me all hot and bothered! Aren’t you going to let me get my mouth on at least some part of your body?” he asked petulantly, staring up at him—but the airman shook his head, even as it looked like he was suppressing a grin.

“Nope. Sorry, baby boy. When I get back you can put your mouth anywhere your heart desires,” he murmured, leaning down and giving him a soft, lingering kiss. “I promise.”

He then parted from him and slipped out the bedroom door, and Buck stared longingly after him, focused on the curve of his ass before it disappeared from sight. He let out an internal groan and slowly fell back onto the bed, his thoughts still stuck on how Tommy had tossed him over his shoulder and then thrown him to the bed. His cock twitched in his jeans, and he shifted to try and alleviate it, knowing that getting himself off alone just wouldn’t feel the same.

Feeling frustrated, he rolled over and dragged a pillow to his chest, noticing the way his jeans slipped down his hips, even with the belt.

He pushed his head into the mattress.

Ugh.

-

Tommy was about to go insane. Evan had been wandering around the house wearing nothing but an old pair of obscenely short running shorts and one of Tommy’s old, cropped t-shirts from his slutty WeHo days, and he could barely drag his eyes away from the nip of his boyfriend’s waist and lower back, wanting nothing more than to grab at his hips with both hands and bend him over the nearest surface to fuck into him hard and fast.

…but he was working on his truck, so he did his best to keep his eyes to himself, even when it felt impossible.

“Hey, do we have any frozen blueberries left?” Evan asked, and Tommy licked his lips and nodded as he fiddled with a piece of the engine in his hand, saying, “Yeah, we do. They’re shoved behind the bag of veggie burgers. Pretty sure we still have two whole bags that haven’t been opened.”

Evan let out a little hum from the back of his throat and then leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheekbone and muttered, “Thanks, babe,” and then left the garage where he had been working out and headed back inside to the kitchen to most likely make one of those smoothies that he had gotten addicted to in the last couple of weeks, and Tommy did his best to not stare at the way his boyfriend’s hips looked even more slender as he hip-checked the partially open door to open it and then close it, as well.

Fuck.

He let out a breath of air, and bent over the engine, trying to will his erection to go down.

He still had to finish fixing his car and couldn’t think about tossing Evan around like a rag doll and then fucking into him as if he was nothing but an oversized fleshlight…

…oh, that imagery didn’t help at all, and now Tommy could feel his cock swell even further and he let out a low groan and reached down and undid the top button to try and ease some of the pressure.

Shaking his head he did his best to re-focus his attention, knowing that he couldn’t do anything about it—but even if he thought he could, Tommy knew better than to go after Evan when he was in the kitchen with the blender. He wanted to blame his boyfriend for looking so perfectly fuckable, but he knew that Evan was actually rather oblivious when it came to what he wore, especially when he was working out. Evan had the habit of simply grabbing whatever was closest to him after he rolled out of bed, so that meant he ended up in Tommy’s clothes rather often, as the older man had a habit of simply dropping them on the floor the night before and then cleaning them up the next morning.

His erection finally having subsided, Tommy finished with the engine and then made a mental note that he needed to do an oil change in the next month or so, and glanced towards the motorcycle in the corner of the garage and debated whether or not he should waste more time checking it over—

—but then his boyfriend’s voice rang out, “Hey, Tommy! I accidentally made too much smoothie, you want the rest?”

“Yeah, sure!” he called back to him as he wiped his hands off and walked back into the house…

…and then felt all of his blood rush south again because there Evan stood in nothing but those tiny red shorts, his shirt nowhere to be found, licking at his fingers as he said, “Damn thing overflowed, had to throw your shirt in the wash, sorry ‘bout that, babe,” and the words barely registered as all he could see was his boyfriend’s lithe bare form and his nipped in waist, the sight of all that bare skin mocking him as Evan then twisted to grab at the second glass filled with leftover smoothie, the motion exaggerating the slender lines even more.

“Here you go! Something sweet and cold after working on the car,” Evan said with a bright smile, completely unaware of the fact that Tommy was already halfway to being hard again, baffled at how the younger man was suddenly able to so easily arouse him without even trying.

Absentmindedly, he accepted the glass and hummed in the back of his throat and said, “Thanks, babe. And, uh…don’t worry about the shirt. It’s survived worse.”

Evan arched an eyebrow at him, and Tommy snorted and shook his head.

“Not like that, Evan—get your mind out of the gutter,” he softly reprimanded him. “I bought the shirt at the music festival I went to after I came back home from my last deployment. First queer event I ever went to, and I remember after I put it on, a girl came up to me and cut off the bottom half and said, ‘There. Now you’re officially gay,’ and it became my go-to shirt for concerts after that…”

His boyfriend gave him a slow smile and stepped closer to him and said, “I didn’t know that. That’s a great story.”

“Yeah, well, let’s just say after I started wearing it to all the concerts and clubs I went to, so it saw a lot of beer stains, as well as fireballs and sangria,” he admitted and Evan screwed up his face, wrinkling his nose, and said, “Ugh! Hopefully not all of those at once,” and Tommy chuckled.

“No, not at once. I’m not that crazy…”

Evan seemed pleased by that answer as he moved closer to him and slipped an arm over his shoulder as Tommy instinctively curled his free arm around the young fireman’s waist…and for a moment, Tommy was lost in the sensation of it. He briefly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, baffled at how easily his arm spanned around him, able to curve his hand around the opposite hip with ease, the faint ridge of Evan’s hipbone under his fingers making his head swim with possibilities—and he was suddenly overcome with the caveman-like urge to throw him over his shoulder and drag him upstairs to fuck him face first into the mattress…

…but before he could act on it, Evan pressed a kiss to his temple and murmured, “I gotta get a shower. I’m meeting Eddie in an hour,” and Tommy merely nodded and did his best to not lunge for him as he walked away, already feeling the absence of the heat of his slimmer body pressed into his side.

Evan’s hips and lower back taunted him as he walked away.

Fuck.

-

Buck was amused by how Tommy had been acting over the past couple of weeks, especially whenever he wore one of his boyfriend’s cropped t-shirts (of which he had far too many). He wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but he had a hunch that it had something to do with the fact that he had dropped weight.

It was kind of baffling to him, to be honest, as he’d had the thought in the back of his mind that Tommy wouldn’t be as attracted to him when he had noticed that he was unintentionally shedding pounds.

Instead, he had found his boyfriend’s eyes following him from room to room, his fingertips lingering along his lower back longer than necessary, the large expanse of his palm pressing over his sides—it almost felt possessive, but he knew that wasn’t what it was. It was more so that Tommy seemed obsessed with his new shape and was stealing every chance to memorize the shape of him, as if trying to commit him to memory.

The two of them had still been having plenty of sex, but Buck frequently had found himself on top, riding his boyfriend’s dick while he wrapped his large hands around his hips and waist, and so he knew that he couldn’t hate it completely—but then he thought about the fact that when he wasn’t on top, they were on their sides.

As ridiculous as it sounded, he missed missionary and doggy style with him, but they hadn’t done that since…well, since he’d dropped weight.

Standing in the middle of the kitchen, Buck felt a flash of insecurity as he thought about it and absently rubbed his hand over his stomach, wondering if Tommy had been avoiding those positions for some reason.

He felt an irrational flicker of doubt rear its ugly head, saying, he’s avoiding those because you look different…

…but no, that couldn’t be it.

Buck shook his head, ridding himself of the thought, and then tentatively smiled to himself as he finally put the veggie lasagna into the oven, knowing Tommy would be home in the next ten minutes.

He was wearing a pair of Tommy’s sweatpants perched low on his hips, and his own Radiohead t-shirt that he’d worn into submission over the past ten years, all of it carefully chosen.

Buck had put a plan into motion, and had his fingers crossed that it would pay off. The first part of the plan was the clothes he was wearing—obviously—while the second part of the plan involved bribing his boyfriend with Bobby’s lasagna recipe that he knew he loved and could never resist, as well as his favorite wine…and then the third part of the plan was dragging Tommy to the bedroom and convincing him to tell him what he had been imagining wanting to do with him since he had lost weight.

Buck secretly hoped that it involved being tossed around.

And fucked.

He really hoped so.

As he finished setting the table, he heard the front door open and grinned, shouting out, “Hey, babe! I have a hot dinner in the oven, and it’ll be ready in about twenty minutes. I, uh, I’ve started the shower for you so all you have to do is hop inside.”

“Oh, that sounds perfect,” Tommy groaned out, sounding exhausted, and Buck turned to see him walk into the dining kitchen looking as exhausted as he felt, but no less handsome. “That shift just about kicked my ass. We made five hiking rescues. Five! Why the hell do tourists think they can do these trails without researching them first?” he asked rhetorically as he walked up to him and wrapped him up in a warm hug, and Buck melted into Tommy’s touch, inhaling the vague scent of dirt and aviation oil, a smell that had come to mean comfort to him over the past year and a half.

“Glad you’re home, babe. Go, take a shower.”

Tommy blearily nodded and disappeared back to their bedroom, where Buck had also laid out clean clothes for him to wear; a pair of Tommy’s softest cotton sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt that was looser on him than his other shirts, one that he enjoyed seeing on his boyfriend because it allowed him to ruck the sleeves up his forearms, which always got Buck’s motor going.

Buck fiddled around for a bit, making sure that everything was put together and looked perfect, listening closely to tell when his boyfriend was done cleaning up.

…and then at the exact moment he heard the door to their bedroom open, the oven dinged, and he excitedly bit at his lip as he pulled out the lasagna and put it on the trivets he had set up on the table and then smiled when he heard Tommy say behind him, “God, that smells amazing. Is that Bobby’s recipe?”

“Yep, sure is. Oh, and I even bought your favorite wine,” Buck said as he reached into the fridge and brought out the Sangiovese that he’d purchased earlier that day.

He watched as Tommy slumped in his chair and gave him a weary but pleased smile.

“You are…the most perfect boyfriend.” Tommy looked up at him with soft, tired eyes and then reached up and wrapped his hand around Buck’s side and rubbed his thumb over his cloth covered hip, and his gaze went from tired to interested, a familiar glint appearing in his gaze. “You’re wearing my sweatpants…oh, baby boy, what do you have planned?” Buck shook his head. Tommy snorted. “Okay, fine. Don’t tell me…but I will find out what it is you want from me, Evan.”

Tommy pinned him with an amused glare and Buck gave him a look.

“Hey, don’t worry, I’m not planning on keeping anything from you. I’ll tell you later, I promise—but for now let me pamper you…daddy,” he said, and then leaned down and pressed a kiss to one sharp cheekbone, and Tommy smirked up at him.

“Okay. Spoil me, then.”

Buck quickly poured them both some wine and then settled across from him, already feeling as if he had succeeded; Tommy had already been taken in by the food, wine, and clothes, and that was more than half his plan. Knowing that he was on his way to getting what he wanted, he let himself relax into their conversation, where Tommy was telling him about the rescues that he had pulled that day, each one of them being more humorous than the last, and soon Buck was giggling and shaking his head with every other word.

“I mean, I’m telling you, Evan! This kid was convinced that he could fly because of the pot brownie his friend gave him earlier on during the hike without telling him,” Tommy said, reaching for his wine, only just starting his second glass…and Buck finally decided to shift the conversation to what he most wanted to talk about.

Nudging his boyfriend’s knee with his own under the table, Buck said, “Hey, uh…so there is a reason why I’ve been wining and dining you…”

Tommy snorted.

“Yeah, I thought as much.”

Buck rolled his eyes and lightly jabbed the tips of his toes to the airman’s calf as he jokingly threatened, “Hey, do you want me to leave you with a sprained ankle?” and Tommy chuckled and shook his head, putting his wine back down in front of him, arching an eyebrow at him that silently told him to continue. “So, uh…I’ve noticed the way you’ve been, uh…touching me over the past few weeks, and I thought I might let you tell me why you’ve been touching me more.”

Tommy’s breath hitched and he gave him a look—and Buck took a moment to try and place it, feeling like he had seen the expression before.

…but before he could figure it out, his boyfriend said, “You’re going to think I’m…god, you’re either gonna think I’m weird or I’m perverted, and I don’t know if I can deal with you looking at me differently.”

“So, it is a sex thing,” Buck said, grinning like an idiot when Tommy shot him a narrowed look, but not backing down, now more curious than ever. “Hey, don’t be embarrassed, babe. You and I talk about this stuff all the time. This time is no different.” He reached out and grasped his hand on top of the table. “Whatever it is, you can trust me with it…and I’m guessing that it has something to do with your obsession with my waist, recently…”

He watched his boyfriend’s cheeks flush red, and Buck didn’t even hesitate to add, “…we can talk about it over dessert,” and tried not to laugh at the way his boyfriend’s eyebrows shot up; sweets had always been the key to his heart.

Buck slipped his hand from Tommy’s and headed back to the fridge and pulled out the flan he had made.

“Flan? Really, Evan? Flan.”

“Hey, according to Bobby—and his recipe that he gave me—flan’s the bomb. So, enjoy.”

He set one down in front of each of them and they proceeded to flirt over the dessert, Buck knowing better than to push the subject and that even though Tommy had more experience with gay sex than him, as well as in kink, Buck had found that the older man was much more comfortable discussing their sex life within the confines of their bedroom—well, unless he was attempting to annoy Chimney and make the man make a face; then anything was fair game.

The air between them was comfortable and humming with an energy that he knew would translate to the bedroom, and Buck found himself looking forward to it far more than he had been expecting, even though he was the one who had set it all up to begin with.

God, he couldn’t wait.

-

Tommy was slightly nervous as he followed Evan back to their room, despite feeling warm and comfortable from the incredible food that his boyfriend had made for him. As they stepped through the doorway, however, he felt some of his nerves settle, and was grateful for the fact that Evan remembered that he preferred to keep their sexual talks within the walls of their bedroom.

Evan’s fingers still held gently onto his wrist as he directed them both to sit on the end of the bed.

Tommy did his best not to reach out when he saw his band t-shirt ride up a bit, exposing a sliver of skin, teasing him with the sight of his happy trail.

He shook his head and took a moment to put all of his thoughts in order, not wanting to trip over his words as he explained to his boyfriend that he had been having regular fantasies of using him like a goddamn ragdoll—of fucking into him as he moved him up and down over his dick like his own personal cock sleeve, gripping his hips so tightly that he left behind bruises that lingered for days afterwards.

Evan simply gave him one look from under his lashes…and he caved.

“I, uh…it’s your body. The way it looks right now, Evan, I…god, I am having some seriously unholy thoughts,” he finally admitted, letting out a deep breath as he did, feeling a sense of relief as he began to explain what dirty fantasies had been lingering in his dreams, leaving him to consistently wake up achingly hard in the middle of the night and wanting nothing more than to roll Buck over and fuck into him while he slept. “You…your body right now is just so…god, it’s so lithe and bendy. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I still love the sex we’ve been having—but I just keep on having visions of grabbing you by those sinfully perfect hips and just having my way with you as I wrap my arm around that slutty little waist of yours…and I don’t think I’d be able to stop once I start…”

At that point, Tommy was gasping for air, hating the fact that simply saying it out loud was enough for his cock to start filling in his shorts.

He was far too easy.

Evan was quiet for a moment…and then gave him a devious grin and said, “Wait…really? You, uh…you-you like the way I’ve dropped weight?” and Tommy nodded, not sure of how to respond. Evan then flushed slightly and stammered out, “I, I, uh…what…I kind of thought…I dunno. I thought you might not want me the same way because of how different I look since we started dating…”

Tommy shook his head and let out a gasping laugh.

“Evan, in case you haven’t noticed, I haven’t been able to keep my hands off of you, plus our sex life is still as strong as ever when our schedules line up, and you’re telling me that you haven’t picked up on it?”

He gaped at him, trying to understand how his beautiful, smart boyfriend had been completely oblivious to what he thought were his very obvious overtures.

Evan blinked.

“I-I mean…yeah, I noticed, but I thought you were just being more…touchy feely than usual, and we’ve only been having sex with either me on top or on my side,” he said, gesturing wide. “You’ve…you’ve always had physical touch as a love language, so that made sense, and I knew it was just a little bit more than you normally do, but…but I figured it was just because I don’t have a job anymore, so I’ve, you know…been around more…”

Tommy snorted and rolled his eyes, snarking out, “Oh, god, Evan, it’s a good thing you’re pretty because I’m pretty sure I’ve never been this handsy with you ever…and you just thought that I was being overly amorous and fucking you where I can see your entire body because…because you’re unemployed?” he asked, incredulous, doing his best not to giggle as his boyfriend gave him a look and slowly nodded, looking genuinely embarrassed that he hadn’t picked up on it over the past few weeks.

His cheeks were pink, and the airman found it utterly adorable…and feeling impulsive, he reached for his boyfriend and dragged him over his lap with one arm, not having to use nearly as much strength as he used to in order to manhandle him.

“Tommy, what are you—?”

“Shut up and listen to me, Evan Buckley,” he said, gently cutting him off, arching an eyebrow at him as his boyfriend wriggled in his grasp.

Evan stilled in his lap, and Tommy felt a bit smug as he told him, “I love your body no matter what. You could have gained over a hundred pounds, and I wouldn’t care, and I don’t care now that you’re thinner. I’m just embarrassed at how turned on I am by your slimmer build. Makes me feel like a bit of a pervert because I get off on it so much,” he reluctantly admitted, not quite meeting the younger man’s eye. “God, the things I wanna do to you…”

“Yeah, I’m, uh…I’m sorta picking up on that,” Evan muttered, giving him a shy smile as he looked down at him from where he was now perched on the airman’s thighs. “Guess you wouldn’t mind knowing, then, that I’m at the same weight I was back when I first started with the 118, now, would you?”

Tommy grunted and closed his eyes as he tightened his grip on his boyfriend’s waist.

Fuck.

Immediately images came to him of young Evan Buckley, still not quite a firefighter, going to one of the bars that the firefighters frequented and looking for a hookup like a good little bunker bunny, wearing his old frat-boy clothes. He could see him in his mind’s eye wearing slim fit jeans and one of those tight t-shirts, practically bouncing on the tips of his toes as he searched for someone to fuck him good and hard—only to find Tommy, instead, and then he would drag the kid off to the restroom and show him just what it meant to be truly fucked.

“Evan, you can’t…fuck. You can’t just tell me stuff like that,” he finally managed to gasp out, feeling the way Evan was hardening in his sweatpants—Tommy’s sweatpants. God, that was hot. He kept his grip tight on him, doing his best to not go completely feral.

“Why not? You seem to like it,” he quipped.

Tommy’s control finally snapping, he rolled over and pinned Evan to the bed.

His boyfriend stared up at him with wide eyes and his mouth open, gasping out, “Oh, fuck, that’s hot. I mean, you barely had to use any of your strength, and now I’m just thinking about how you could throw me around even more and…shit. I want…I want you to do that. Throw me around. Use me. Fuck, Tommy…Daddy. Use me…”

His stomach clenched at his words. Okay, this was happening.

-

Buck stared up at his boyfriend, who had him pinned to the bed, hands around his wrists, holding them above his head. His entire body was as taut as a livewire, and he knew that in a matter of seconds that he would be unable to say a word, so he quickly said, “Just so you know, I am very on board with the aggressiveness, and if I need you to slow down at any point, I’ll just say ‘yellow’,” and Tommy smirked down at him, that one eyebrow arching in a way that always got him going.

“I got you, baby boy. Daddy’s got you.”

Fuck.

And then Tommy was leaning down and pressing his mouth to his, giving him a dirty and wet open kiss that Buck couldn’t help but moan into, arching his back slightly to see if he could get some friction on his rising erection—but his boyfriend sensed the movement and growled against him, “Stop. Moving,” and Buck smirked.

Pulling back just enough to catch his breath, he snapped back, “Make me.”

—and then the next thing he knew he had been flipped over to his front and a heavy weight sat across the backs of his thighs while one hand slipped down his spine and teasingly tugged at the back of Buck’s stolen sweatpants even as Tommy kept his other hand wrapped tightly around his wrists, still keeping him pinned to the bed.

“Oh, you might regret saying that,” the older man murmured into his ear, his hot breath brushing across Buck’s neck and making his entire body light up with excitement at what was about to happen next. “Look at you, all spread out under me, ready for me to do anything I want to this perfect body of yours,” Tommy added in a low voice—and while Buck knew it was meant to be a veiled threat, his body interpreted it as a promise and he let out a soft noise from the back of his throat, and Tommy chuckled.

“So eager, aren’t you?”

He slapped his hand firmly across one ass cheek and Buck let out another moan.

“God, I love this ass.”

Normally he would have wriggled in his boyfriend’s grasp and given him a coquettish glance over his shoulder to entice him, but at that moment he was feeling far too inebriated at the way the airman was able to keep him so easily pinned, unable to move—so he simply laid there and took whatever he would give him.

Tommy tugged down his sweatpants the rest of the way…and then let out a low groan, and Buck bit his lip and grinned, knowing what he had just found.

“Oh, you…you fucking prepped for this. Baby…god, that’s hot.”

He felt his boyfriend lightly tug at the end of the plug he had inserted about an hour and a half before and let out a whine when Tommy pulled it out to its widest point…and then forcibly pushed it back into him, purposely targeting his prostate. Buck whimpered and grasped at the pillow under his hands where they were still pinned, his entire body reacting to the way Tommy was playing with it…exactly as he had planned.

In a breathless voice, his boyfriend promised, “I am going to ruin you, Evan,” and a shiver ran down his spine.

Tommy then moved upwards, putting almost all of his weight into where he held Buck’s hands down to the bed, and from the motion he knew that his boyfriend was going for their lube in the nightstand, as they would need plenty of it for what was about to come next.

His entire body felt like it was on fire as Tommy leaned back down and nipped at the back of his neck with blunt teeth, a promise of what was to come. Behind him, Buck could hear the click of a cap as his boyfriend dripped lube over his crack, feeling it slip down to the toy still sitting in his ass—and then thick fingers were prodding around the plug and catching on his rim, making his brain short circuit in the best way possible.

His eyes rolled up into the back of his head as he gave himself over to the sensation of his boyfriend toying with his hole like it was nothing more than a thing for him to play with.

Buck lost track of how long he laid there with that one strong hand around his wrists while Tommy—his daddy—teased and tugged at his hole, not entirely taking the plug out, as if he was perfectly content keeping him stretched and ready for what was about to happen next, and it made his head spin.

“Okay, there we go,” he heard the airman mutter as he finally—finally—pulled the toy out of him, and Buck knew he looked like something out of a pornographic wet dream.

His hole was dripping at that point (he could feel it) and Tommy was shoving three fingers into him as if it was nothing—and there was something about the fact that he could barely clench down on the fingers inside of him that had him realizing just how stretched out he really was.

…and then Tommy added a fourth finger and Buck was flying.

As he sloppily fucked his fingers deeper into him, his boyfriend leaned down and whispered filthily into his ear, “Bet you could take my whole fist, baby boy. Look at you…all stretched out and wet for me, like a perfect little toy should be. What do you think? All five fingers?” he teased, resting his thumb on his perineum and pushing down towards Buck’s rim—his stomach clenched and Buck let his head fall backwards as he panted out, “D-Daddy, I, I…fuck, I wouldn’t say no to that,” and he caught the corner of Tommy’s smirk before he pulled back and then let go of his wrists, both of his hands now on his hips.

“Oh, then we’ll do that sometime, baby, but not tonight. Tonight, I own this ass…” Buck felt Tommy’s still cloth covered cock press up against him, apparently not caring about lube stains. “…Gotta get my dick in you, first.”

In an attempt to help him, he managed to find enough strength to lift his hips up in the air as he pushed his face down into the mattress and his boyfriend let out a low moan of approval from behind him.

“Oh, look at you. Perfect form, baby.”

Buck moved his head to glance around his shoulder and watched as the older man slid down the band of his sweatpants, letting his thick, erect cock slip free from its confines, and he couldn’t help but let out a low moan at seeing it. He heard his boyfriend chuckle and waited impatiently as the man moved back off the bed just far enough to take his sweatpants the rest of the way off, and then wriggled slightly when Tommy got back onto the bed and pulled Buck’s own sweatpants down to his knees, saying, “You’re a toy, you don’t need these anymore,” and then yanked them the rest of the way off while Buck did his best to catch his breath at just how aggressive his boyfriend was being.

Seconds later Tommy was back in his original position, but it was better than before—this time his hips were right behind Buck’s, and for the first time in weeks, Buck realized just how much weight he had actually lost because Tommy’s body was wider than he remembered.

They hadn’t done doggy style in a long while as the two of them liked to look at each other when they made love…

…but this wasn’t that.

This was fucking.

Buck preened under the rough treatment when his boyfriend’s lube-damp hands grasped firmly at Buck’s hips to yank them up to the right height and then pressed his naked cock against Buck’s wet hole, teasing him with its girth and length, rubbing it over him again and again, letting the tip catch against the rim more than once, and the younger firefighter found that he had no words left, far too desperate to feel Tommy use him like he was nothing but a fleshlight.

He panted onto the sheets below him, already feeling drool forming at the corner of his mouth…and then gasped when Tommy began to truly press into him, one glorious inch at a time, the stretch still magnificent even after being stretched out by his thick fingers.

-

Tommy panted as he pushed into his boyfriend, mesmerized by how even after stretching him he was still snug around his cock, slick with lube…and yet his skin still dragged over his cock in such a way that it made his head spin.

Fuck, he never got used to it. He hoped he never did.

He started off slowly, wanting to drive Evan mad and wanting to hear him beg. God, he loved it when he managed to make his boyfriend beg, and right at that moment, having him underneath him, all he could think of was putting a hand between his shoulder blades and holding his slender body down while he used him to his heart’s content…but instead he leaned back and kept a steady, even pace, fucking into him in the way that he knew would drive Evan insane.

True to form after barely a couple minutes of fucking into him, his boyfriend let out a low whine and panted out, “Tom…Tommy,” and his hands scrabbled helplessly against the sheets below him, and the older man smirked, even as he felt a rush of heat run through him at realizing that Evan was attempting to get himself off by rubbing against the comforter.

Feeling a bit mean—but knowing that Evan liked it when he was mean—he pulled his hips up and growled low in the back of his throat, “Oh no, you don’t, baby boy.”

Denying him the friction, he held him in position.

“Tommy…daddy!” he begged, and Tommy smirked, pounding into him steadily, not going any faster, purposely hitting his prostate over and over again, savoring every twitch and whimper, enjoying the way he tried to push back into every thrust while simultaneously seemingly attempting to pull away from the overstimulation that the airman was forcing onto him, holding onto his hips with all of his strength, secretly hoping to see bruises on his hips later.

As he shoved into him, carving his space inside of him, a space that only he had ever filled, Tommy couldn’t help but marvel at how much bigger his hands looked on Evan’s hips compared to months before.

Even as the younger man let out soft, keening sounds from the back of his throat every time Tommy bottomed out inside of him, all the airman could think of was how only two months earlier Evan’s waist had been a bit thicker around the middle, love handles on his sides that he had used a countless number of times as anchors for his hands…and now his boyfriend’s hips were lean and sharp, his waist nipped in like some sort of freshman pledge in a fraternity fresh out of high school.

Fuck.

His hips stuttered and he paused for a moment, trying to catch his breath at the imagery that had flashed through his head.

Evan seemed to do the same thing, as he took several deep breaths beneath him, and then seemed to gain enough coherence to turn his head slightly and say, “You gettin’ tired back there, old man?” and Tommy saw red.

“Oh, I’ll show you old man. Kid.”

And using the muscles he had honed for years, he tugged hard on his boyfriend’s hips and hiked them up further, making his back arch at an obscene angle—and Evan let out a choked noise and Tommy knew that he was hitting deeper than before as he slipped back into him, noticing just how slick he was.

He fucked into him harder, paying attention to the way Evan’s hand snuck down underneath his own body, and smirked knowing that he was going to start rubbing his cock as he had lost the friction with the bed. However, his periphery blurred as he pushed into him, lost in the way his boyfriend’s body gripped at him each time he pulled back and then seemed to welcome him each time he pressed back into his willing hole, just stretched enough for him to wonder if could slip a finger or two in him at the same time just to drive him even more insane, still thinking about how Evan had seemed to like the idea of taking his whole fist…

…but then Evan let out a sound he had never heard before, and Tommy abruptly stilled his hips and said, “Evan? Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nnngh,” was all he let out, a strangled little moan that sounded desperate and he slowly bent over, draping himself over his boyfriend’s back so he could whisper into his ear, “Evan, I need you to tell me using your words,” but he shook his head, eyes tightly closed, and instead lifted his hand out from under him and grabbed at Tommy’s wrist, dragging his own hand around to his sweaty front, and the older man chuckled.

“Oh, you want me to jack you off, baby boy? I can do that,” he breathed out—and then gasped when instead of directing his hand to his leaking cock, he put it to his lower stomach, where Tommy felt a faint bulge.

His brain short-circuited.

That…that bulge was his cock, stretching Evan out from the inside.

He…

Shit.

Fuck.

Fucking shit.

He screwed his eyes tightly closed, doing his best to not come at that exact moment, especially when he felt the tip of his dick twitch inside of him from the outside. God, he’d always known he was thick and long, but this…okay, yeah, this was doing a million things for him at the moment, all of them good.

Apparently when Buck had lost weight, it meant that he had lost enough fat from the front of his body that Tommy’s cock made its presence known in an entirely new way inside of his boyfriend, and all he could think of was that he needed to see it. God, he needed to see it so bad—but at the moment he was frozen, holding himself together by the thinnest of threads, trying to figure out just what he could do next that wouldn’t make him come so hard that he would even put Evan “Firehose” Buckley to shame.

Panting against the back of his boyfriend’s shoulder, eyes still closed, he held himself still as he attempted to formulate a plan that wouldn’t leave Evan dripping come from his hole in a matter of seconds.

…and then he slowly breathed out as he gently pulled his hips back, just enough to try and gather his thoughts.

“No, no, no, daddy, don’t…!”

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay,” Tommy sighed, rubbing at him reassuringly using the hand still resting on his opposite hip, calming him like he would a startled animal. “I’m not going anywhere, baby, I just need a moment to figure out what you wanna do with this.”

Evan’s body—which had tensed as he had pulled back—slowly relaxed once more, the vice-like grip of his ass around the airman’s cock easing somewhat, and he nodded and said, “I…I wanna keep going. I, I, I…I like it, daddy. I like how you’re…you’re…you’re so big inside me that I can…can feel you outside of me,” and Tommy let out a low groan that turned into almost a growl as he gently fucked his hips forwards, feeling the tip of him pressing into the palm of his hand on his boyfriend’s stomach.

“Ah, daddy…!”

Fuck. Fuck.

Tommy then suddenly had a burst of inspiration and licked his lips and said as he pressed a kiss to the tattoo on the back of Evan’s shoulder blade, “I have an idea. Do you trust me?” and his boyfriend let out a soft moan as he gently thrusted into him a second time, and he nodded.

“Yes, daddy. I trust you…with everything…”

His voice was wrung out with desperation, but the older man heard nothing but sincerity in his tone and even in the midst of being incredibly horny, he felt his heart skip a beat at how much his boyfriend loved him and trusted him, not just with his life, but with his body.

He took a moment to collect himself and then nodded and dropped a kiss to the back of Evan’s neck and said, “Okay, then. Follow my lead, baby,” and Tommy brought the hand resting on his boyfriend’s hip up to his neck and loosely curled his fingers around the front of his throat and slowly rose back up to his original position, bringing Evan with him, his back now arching in a completely new way, but still looking just as obscene as before, like something out of high-end porn.

His other hand was still on Evan’s lower stomach, where he could still feel the faintest outline of the tip of his cock bulging through.

Tommy then adjusted his stance and managed to slide his thighs underneath his boyfriend’s and scooted Evan just far enough back to force him to fall backwards against his chest, his head canting back and dropping to the airman’s shoulder, his hair damp with sweat.

His cock seemed to slip further into him, and Evan let out a sound akin to a squeak.

He smirked.

“Yeah, you feel me, baby?” The younger man weakly nodded, apparently at a loss for words. “Good. Now, I’m going to try something, so I need you to put all your weight onto me, okay? I can hold you,” Tommy reassured him, reluctantly moving the hand over his stomach further down towards his thigh. “Now, gimme your leg,” and Evan didn’t hesitate to lift one leg, and Tommy made sure he had a good grip on it from underneath…and then the airman moved slightly backward to the edge of the bed to get both of his feet on the floor.

…and then as soon as he was steady, he grabbed at both of Evan’s thighs from underneath and pulled them up to his boyfriend’s chest and tilted him back without letting his cock slip out of him—and then slowly stood and lifted.

-

Buck felt his entire body spasm, and—if he wasn’t mistaken—he had just had a dry orgasm from his boyfriend lifting him up into the air while his cock was still inside him. His eyes rolled back up in his head as his thighs twitched under the older man’s touch, unable to keep from letting out a pitiful whine from the back of his throat, saying, “Da…daddy,” in a broken voice, and Tommy softly replied, “Fuck, did you just…?”

“Mmhmm,” he barely managed to get out, grateful that Tommy had stopped to let him catch his breath, the airman’s cock still a thick, hot brand inside of him, stretching him beyond what he thought he could take at the angle they were at.

He felt his body slowly come down, but he was still painfully aroused at knowing that Tommy had just manhandled him as if he weighed nothing.

“Baby boy, I need…I need to finish what I was doing,” his boyfriend panted out. “And I know you have more than one of those in you. So, let’s get the rest out of you, now, hmm?” and Buck nodded, still unable to form words.

Buck dimly became aware of the fact that Tommy was walking to the corner of the room, towards the chair.

His mind spun when he realized what was about to happen, a familiar position flashing through his head from several porn videos he had seen and taken note of, and then let out a strangled gasp as Tommy slowly—oh, so slowly—sat down in the chair, his cock somehow shifting in just the right way to push up against his prostate at the perfect angle, and…he glanced down to make sure that what he was feeling was correct…yep. His boyfriend’s cock once more made itself known in his lower stomach, the tip of it just barely nudging his belly outward.

“Tom…Tommy…!”

“Yeah, yeah, I got you, I got you, baby,” he quickly soothed, running his lips and tongue over his ear as Buck let his body completely melt into his boyfriend’s, the sweat between them making Buck’s back slick, as well as Tommy’s chest. “You gonna let me use you like a toy, baby boy? Fuck into you like you’re nothing but a cocksleeve?”

His insides clenched at his words, tightening around the thick flesh inside of him, Tommy letting out a soft sound behind him.

Eventually, after a few seconds, Buck nodded and said, sounding far more coherent, “Yes, daddy. Use me. Like a toy,” and his boyfriend let out a low growl and then nipped sharply at the edge of his ear, and then he slowly dropped the younger firefighter’s legs from his chest to over his thighs, where they were spread far apart, forcing Buck’s legs even further apart, the position making his back arch slightly while forcing his shoulders back. Essentially, he was splayed on top of Tommy like a starfish, especially when his boyfriend muttered into his ear, “Arms around my neck, baby,” and he immediately complied, lifting his arms up and over his head, letting them drop behind him, having nearly no strength left.

“Now…hold on tight.”

Feeling like nothing more than a hole to be used, Buck nodded and lost himself as his daddy began to push up into him from underneath, using his powerful leg muscles to thrust his cock into him over and over again, one hand coming down to press on Buck’s lower stomach as he did so—and he didn’t have to look to know that Tommy was staring down at the evidence of him inside of him, getting off on the fact that he could see himself inside of him.

Buck gasped and did little more than let himself be used, his boyfriend’s cock feeling thicker and deeper with every passing second, and he wondered if he would even survive.

This was definitely a new kink unlocked for both of them, it seemed, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he should stay smaller just so they could enjoy it…

…hell, he could already feel his own cock filling out a second time, the tip of it practically drooling with precome as Tommy continued to nail his prostate with mind numbing accuracy over and over again, making it impossible for him to keep his eyes open, lost in the overwhelming sensations that skittered up and down his spine and down the backs of his legs while his stomach lightly distended with every thrust upward.

And then Tommy began to rub his own cock from the outside and Buck let out a pained sob.

Before he could stop or ask if he was alright, he quickly gasped out, “Don’t…don’t you dare stop! Please, daddy, gimme…gimme all of it!”

He could feel Tommy’s lips stretch into a smirk—and then was taken off guard when the hand that had been resting on his stomach came up and grabbed his chin in a vice-like grip, forcibly turning it, and a tongue snaked its way between his lips, the kiss messy and sloppy, spit spilling down both of their chins.

“Yeah? You want all of it?” Tommy muttered, his voice lower than Buck could ever remember it being, and he nodded as hard as he could, saying, “Daddy, please, please! I, I want all of it!” and that seemed to please him, as he let go of his face and placed an almost soft, affectionate peck to his cheekbone as he said, “Okay, then, but we’re doing it my way, baby boy. That means even if you come, if I haven’t come, I’m gonna keep using you and rub your cum all over your stomach, here…” The palm of his hand rubbed once more over where his boyfriend’s cock was prodding at his stomach. “…and make you feel me come inside you like you’ve never felt before…”

Fuck. Yes.

“Fuck, yes, daddy, please, please, please, please, please,” he rambled, losing track of how many times he begged and pleaded, not caring that he sounded pathetic, the thought of being used like a toy suddenly the only thing filling his mind, even as his ass was stretched and filled by his boyfriend’s cock.

Buck knew that he was about to properly spoiled when Tommy pressed a soft kiss just under his ear, behind his jaw, and whispered, “Well, since you begged so nicely…”

Oh, god.

Tommy’s hands had migrated to Buck’s hips, and he knew what was about to happen. Feeling a tinge of excitement deep in his gut, in approximately the same space that his boyfriend’s dick occupied, he tightened his grip around the back of the pilot’s neck, praying that he would survive it and not black out, as he had a feeling that it could happen. And god, did he want it to happen.

With a firm grip on his hips, Tommy began to fuck into him more furiously than before, shoving himself deep inside of him, stretching out his insides in a way that Buck was certain had never been done before, the tip of his cock making itself known in the bulge of his lower stomach every time he pulled Buck down on top of his thighs, fingers so tight that he was certain that bruises would be left behind that were so deep that his boyfriend’s fingerprints would be embedded into his skin, like a permanent tattoo.

Oh, now there was an idea.

…but before the thought could be fully formed, Tommy was already fucking it out of him, letting out soft grunts behind him as he panted and muttered under his breath into Buck’s ear, “God, such a fucking good hole for me, baby boy, just look at you,” which made Buck’s eyes roll back in his head.

At that, Tommy turned his head and nipped at the edge of his ear and let out a low growl.

“Oh, you like that? Being called a good hole?” he muttered, and the younger fireman couldn’t help the way his body shivered and the way his ass instinctively clenched down on the cock inside of him at his words. “Fuck, Evan, so tight…and just look at you,” he breathlessly repeated. “You were born a cockslut, you just didn’t know it ‘til you met me…and now you can’t have anyone else, can you, baby?” he lowly threatened, and Buck’s cock twitched at his words.

“Yes, yes, daddy,” he moaned out, feeling whorish as he spread his legs a little wider and arched his back a little bit further, pressing his ass further down to force his boyfriend’s cock deeper. “You…ah…you’re the only…only one for…me!” His breath hitched as the angle shifted slightly from his movement, and he swore the bulge in his stomach got bigger. “Da…daddy! You…you…you’re so…so big!”

The light nip on his ear turned into a sharp bite on his neck.

“Damn right, I am.”

And Buck didn’t know how it was possible, but he glanced down and could have sworn that at the same time he felt a burst of precome inside of him, he also could see a faint impression of it—but decided he had become delirious with pleasure and overstimulation.

Tommy continued to thrust up and forward into him, while Buck did his best to stay conscious, feeling his orgasm rise with an intensity that he knew would break any records that he thought he and Tommy might have set before. It was like a line of fire down his spine, spreading around his ribs and down into his hips, right to where Tommy was holding him—anchoring him.

His breath came in shorter and shorter bursts as he tried not to come too quickly…but he certain he was about to fail.

-

Tommy could feel Evan tightening around him and he knew that he was about to come, his breath coming faster than before, but for the first time ever he did not care whether or not his boyfriend came because he was using him exactly as he had promised him: like he was nothing but a fleshlight—a toy.

…and it felt so fucking freeing.

He gripped hard on his boyfriend’s slender hips, forcing him up and down his cock using nothing but brute strength, concentrating on the way Evan’s hole gripped at him, even with the slick slide of the lube, his body straining to accommodate his size, which he now knew was substantial enough to be seen from the outside—and at that thought, he moved one hand from his hip back around to his front and groaned when he felt himself bulging out his lower stomach, glancing back down over Evan’s shoulder to watch.

There were the seven wonders of the world…and then there was Evan Buckley speared on top of his cock, stretched out on top of him like a whorish version of an embrace, looking prettier than all of them combined, sex drunk with his mouth open and eyes closed.

His boyfriend’s cock was hard, and he had been leaking precome all over his stomach for a while and it now slipped down between his thighs and was lubricating where Tommy was thrusting into him.

“God, you’re such a vision,” he breathed into Evan’s ear, and felt him clench tightly around him at his words.

He chuckled darkly and used the hand still perched on his hip to pull him down and hold him in place, leering down at where the tip of his cock stretched out his boyfriend’s lower stomach, the fingers of his other hand smearing the precome across his skin, admiring the evidence that he was doing exactly what he was supposed to be doing—fucking him until he forgot his own name.

“How are you doing, baby boy?” he asked, enjoying the way Evan had started to squirm because he was no longer thrusting…and Evan softly replied in a strained voice, “So, so…so good, da…daddy,” and Tommy took that as a good sign.

He continued to hold him, marveling at the way he was even able to hold him with one hand.

Evan attempted to wriggle some more, and Tommy laughed and said, “Hey! Stop it, baby. You’re not going anywhere.”

He lowered his voice and raised his hand, moving it from his stomach all the way up his chest to his throat, grasping it lightly with precome stained fingers, feeling his boyfriend’s breath hitch at the touch…but he didn’t tighten his grip, merely skimming his fingers across the arteries on either side under his jaw.

“Tommy…daddy…!”

Still thick inside of him, the airman was tempted to thrust up into his welcoming heat anyway—but it would ruin his plan. Instead, he spread his legs out a little bit further, forcing Evan’s legs apart, as well, causing Tommy to sink just a little bit further into him, which meant that his cock budged up a bit further into his abdomen, and his boyfriend let out a whine from the back of his throat. Oh, now wasn’t that such a pretty sound.

Smirking, he said, “Lemme guess…you wanna come?” and Evan nodded sharply, looking desperate, his hole spasming around the airman’s erection, and he playfully nipped at a tendon in his neck and added, “I’m gonna have to think about that one…”

“Hnngh, da…daddy, please, please,” he pleaded, and Tommy teased him by thrusting up into him only once, nailing his prostate with perfect accuracy, taking perverse pleasure out of hearing him let out another gasping painful sound.

“Hmm, I’m gonna have to think about that,” he repeated in a bored tone even as he thought about how good it sounded to hear Evan begging for him.

Evan whimpered, his hole spasming a second time—and Tommy couldn’t help but push back into him, still staring over his boyfriend’s shoulder and watching as Evan’s stomach slightly curved outwards with every movement he made inwards. Fuck, he could get used to that sight…and maybe he could keep seeing it, he thought to himself as he started to thrust harder and harder, feeling the second that Evan started to come, a faint fluttering of his internal muscles along his dick that made his own stomach clench with need.

Tommy watched with wide eyes as his boyfriend’s cock kicked and he started to come, pulsing out long white ropes that covered him up to his chest, painting himself like a debauched Jackson Pollack, and his own cock throbbed in response to the sight.

…but just like he had promised, the airman didn’t stop thrusting, even as he felt Evan start to twitch in his grasp from overstimulation.

God, if he did it right, he might be able to get him to his third orgasm before Tommy even got to his first.

The sight of him was so perfect that Tommy could no longer help himself and he began to thrust even harder than before, burying his cock over and over into his boyfriend’s lithe, welcoming body, moving his hand from his neck back down to cover his forearm across both of Evan’s thighs and keep him pinned in place as he tried to wriggle out of his grip. No. His toy wasn’t going anywhere, the airman mused to himself as he fucked into his own personal fleshlight, uncaring of the way his boyfriend’s hands had come down to dig into the older man’s arms, leaving behind crescent shaped marks in his skin—but he didn’t care.

“Da-da-da-daddyyy…!”

Evan squealed and shook, but Tommy barely registered it, focusing on the slick slide of his cock inside of his toy that was moving far too much for his taste. In a fit of pique, he tightened his grip on his thighs and growled out, “Quit. Moving,” as he continued to thrust into the hot and giving flesh above him.

His toy stilled.

…and then he felt his hole clench tightly around his cock—so tightly, in fact, that he could barely move.

Tommy dimly registered the fact that Evan was having a third orgasm—a prostate orgasm—barely anything spilling from him as his body convulsed while he continued to force his way back into his boyfriend’s more than willing body several more times, feeling his orgasm rising from a place inside him that told him he was about to lose it completely.

As much as he wanted to keep staring at the way his cock made its shape known inside of Evan’s abdomen, the airman involuntarily closed his eyes and let out a low groan as he pounded into him even harder than before, focused solely on the way his own pleasure was building—a heat that licked down his spine and swept across his sides to his groin, every muscle clenching and tightening in response to all the stimulus that was making his brain go numb with ecstasy.

“Oh, yes, yes, ye…es,” he panted into his toy’s neck…and then he was spilling inside of him, hot and thick, every inch of him alight with pleasure as he painted his insides with white, unable to keep his hips from twitching upwards, still minutely thrusting into him, unable to stop himself, even as his toy whined with overstimulation.

“Daddy,” his toy said brokenly. “Daddy…Tommy…”

And suddenly his toy was Evan again, his boyfriend, and he softened his grip and moved to pull him off his cock—but as he tried to, Evan shook his head and whimpered and said, “No, don’t…! I, I…I want you to stay in me…”

Tommy nodded against the younger man’s neck, hearing the desperation in his voice, and murmured against his skin, “Okay, okay, I’ll stay, baby boy,” and kept him speared on his cock, which was still—somehow—hard and throbbing, even after having the most mind-melting orgasm of his life. He placated Evan with one hand stroking over his side as he gently mouthed at his favorite patch of skin just under his ear and behind his jaw, feeling his boyfriend’s pulse underneath his lips, paying attention to the way it slowly dropped back down to where it was supposed to be, the hand on Evan’s side not once ceasing its reassurance.

They stayed like that for a long time, while Tommy prayed for his erection to go down because—despite his body telling him that he could go again—he knew for a fact that after what had just happened, that he could not—he needed to make sure that his boy had time to recover.

Evan had just had three orgasms, and his body was still trembling, muscles in his legs still twitching.

“Baby, I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” the airman reassured him, running his hands over his sides, not pulling out like Evan had asked him, and nosed gently at his curls, taking a deep breath, memorizing the way that his boyfriend smelled covered in sweat and come, wanting to bottle it and keep it on him at all times. Because he couldn’t, he simply inhaled as deeply as he could, feeling more in love than ever…

-

Buck did his best to breathe, still feeling fuzzy around the edges after the orgasm that his boyfriend had just given him. Tommy’s cock was still thick and heavy inside of him, having not yet gone down, and he couldn’t help but try and squirm even though his daddy had told him not to.

As he tried to move, the older man whined, “Ungh, baby, please, don’t…”

“But…but I want you to feel good, daddy,” he breathed out, purposely goading him, thinking that he might have one more in him—but even if he didn’t, he was more than willing to let the pilot use his body and fuck himself to another orgasm, and so Buck slowly squeezed his internal muscles as best he could and then let out a moan when Tommy pushed into him in a rough, involuntary twitch of his hips as he repeated his words, “Please, baby, don’t…!”

Buck felt an odd sort of power wash over him, despite his vulnerable position, and he said, “C’mon. You…you tellin’ me that you don’t want to fuck into me a bit longer?”

Tommy growled low into his neck.

“You trying to kill me?”

Buck shook his head even as he slowly twisted his hips in an attempt to goad the older man into fucking him all over again.

“No, jus’ want you to have a good time,” he slurred out, drunk on the way his boyfriend’s cock still filled him, hot and hard, stretching him in a whole new way that he had never expected or knew he needed. “I can…I can take it, daddy,” he added with a smirk, and he felt Tommy tighten his grip on his hips as he tried once more to wriggle and entice him, feeling inordinately pleased at garnering such a reaction out of him.

The older man panted against his shoulder and gasped out, “If you really want me to keep fucking you, baby boy, then you’ll take what I give you,” and then shoved Buck the rest of the way down his cock, and he let out an honest to god squeak at the sensation, his boyfriend’s cock somehow feeling even bigger.

“Fuck, Tommy…!”

“That’s daddy, to you, kid,” he threatened, lightly slapping his side as he started up a new rhythm that had Buck’s head reeling, and he soon felt nothing below his waist but Tommy’s thick length stretching him out—and it was fucking perfect.

Weakly, he said, “…daddy,” and nothing else as he was pushed into overstimulation, his prostate being pounded with nearly every single thrust, his lower stomach partially bulging, and he dropped any pretense of trying to hold himself up, letting his boyfriend use him like he was nothing but a hole to be used—a toy. It was the most freeing thing that he had ever experienced, and he lost himself to the sensation of sweat pouring down his spine as he was pounded into.

He felt obscene, stretched out on top of him, one of Tommy’s hands moving from his hip to instead pin his forearm across his lower stomach, holding him down and making the pilot’s cock feel even bigger.

Jesus fucking christ, he wasn’t going to survive the fucking, Buck thought to himself. He was going to die right on top of the most amazing cock ever…

…and he wouldn’t change it for the world.

He panted and did his best to not pass out as his hole was pounded into a new shape, one that was perfectly made for Tommy’s cock, wondering if it was possible for someone to die from coming too much as he felt his limp cock twitch with every thrust against his prostate. Buck was certain that his brain was dribbling out of his ears at that point, unable to feel anything except for his boyfriend’s—daddy’s—cock.

“Oh, fuck, baby boy,” his boyfriend moaned into his ear. “Wanna keep you like this forever—stuck on my cock and being nothing but a good, obedient hole for me to use whenever I see fit.” He lightly slapped Buck’s inner thigh, and his nerves lit up. “Such a perfect little toy…”

Fuck.

His cock twitched again, and he felt a dribble of something slip from his hole.

Oh, god. Tommy’s cum from his first orgasm.

Buck moaned and attempted to tighten his muscles, not wanting it to slip out—but that earned him a slap to his side and teeth at his jaw, along with a low growl of, “Let it drip out,” and he lolled his head back onto his boyfriend’s shoulder, eyes rolling back into his head at his filthy words.

He went limp and drifted into oversensitivity, letting it wash over him, no longer caring whether or not he was hard or even if he came again, just feeling a sense of freedom at not having to make any decisions at all, his boyfriend still fucking into him at an unrelenting pace. Every thrust jolted his entire body, but Buck knew that he didn’t have to worry about falling off as his daddy’s arm was still tight around his waist, keeping him in place as his hole was pounded into an entirely new shape…

-

Tommy lost track of time as he thrusted into his boyfriend—his toy—over and over and over again, his own cum slipping out of Evan’s hole and making the slide wetter than before, a mix of cum and lube that had him wondering if he should clean him up with his mouth after, and if Evan could even take it.

He thrusted a bit harder at that thought, his boyfriend letting out a soft moan.

Oh, yeah.

He could take it.

He kept on fucking into him, lost in the hot, wet glide of Evan’s body around him, still baffled at how he had already come but was still hard—though as he faltered slightly in his rhythm and yanked his boyfriend down onto his cock with one arm around his waist, the pilot surmised that it might have something to do with the fact that he simply couldn’t get enough of him…and that he’d made his boyfriend’s stomach bulge, too.

Yes. That might also be a contributing factor.

“Da…da…daddy,” Evan breathlessly whined out, and Tommy panted into his neck, “Yeah, baby, I’ve got you. Just let me use you for a bit longer, hmm? Please, daddy just needs a bit longer with your hole, I’m so close to coming again…”

Evan gasped, his entire body shuddering at his words, and then limply nodded with a faint, “Mhmm,” and Tommy knew that he was clear to keep going.

He marveled at the sweat between their bodies and the way the younger man didn’t hesitate in putting all of his weight on him, something that felt so goddamn amazing as he knew that it meant Evan trusted him, and he couldn’t help but nose his way along Evan’s jawline, licking up the sweat that he found there, stilling his hips for a moment to savor the taste of Evan’s skin as he sunk his teeth gently into the spot just under his ear and behind his jaw.

Evan shivered and let out a soft sound, but didn’t try to push him away, so Tommy stayed there for a moment, not thrusting, simply enjoying the way Evan was stretched around the girth of his cock, his muscles loose and pliant, still slick with lube and cum, even after Tommy had been fucking into him for so long, his hole twitching every so often involuntarily.

Tommy eased his grip slightly, allowing him to run his palm across his boyfriend’s ribs.

He then gently whispered against the skin of his shoulder, “God, you feel so good, baby,” which earned him a moan.

His hips twitched upwards at the sound, making Evan let out a strangled sound from the back of his throat which enticed the pilot’s feral side right back up to the surface and he began to thrust back into him, holding him down against him, his thrusts turning into a rapid, shallow thrusting that was probably abusing Evan’s prostate—at least, that’s what it sounded like from the pathetic whines that kept on escaping his lips, only adding fuel to the fire of the older man’s ardor.

In a broken voice, Evan said, “To…Tommy…daddy, please,” and he knew what he was asking. Loosening his grip slightly from his thighs, he moved both of his hands to his hips and began to move him aggressively up and down his cock, angling him just so, looking down over his boyfriend’s shoulder to watch the faint bulge appear with every other thrust.

“Fuck, baby, you are so perfect for me,” he praised him, groaning when his hole clenched down tighter on him at his words.

“Daddy, daddy…!”

Ther was something about the way that he was only able to say that one word over and over again that was making Tommy’s second orgasm arrive at an alarming rate—but, fuck, was it going to be a good one.

He continued to pound his boyfriend’s hole into a new shape, forcing him to take the length and girth of him over and over again, his body stretching beautifully to accommodate him, and Tommy suddenly had the image of stretching him further, wondering if he could take both him and one of his favorite dildos—and at the thought he started pushing into him even harder, his vision starting to go white at the edges as he felt his balls tighten and a lightning bolt of heat shoot down his spine.

He then came harder than he ever had in his forty-three years of life, spilling deep into Evan’s body, his head buzzing and entire body vibrating, only vaguely aware of his boyfriend twitching in his arms, moaning out, “So…so good,” entirely focused on his own pleasure.

As his cock continued to pulse inside of him, he moved his hand to Evan’s stomach and pressed down, needing to feel his presence, still marveling at the fact that he could feel himself. He slowly came down from his high, his sight and hearing returning to normal, along with his breath.

Tommy then petted Evan’s side and sighed into his ear, saying, “Holy…holy shit, Evan. That…jesus fucking christ, that was…it was…”

His boyfriend giggled.

“Yeah, it…it really, really was…”

…and they both broke into uncontrolled giggles together, the sensation odd as Tommy was still balls deep inside of Evan—but it burst out of both of them, and he knew that they were both coming down from their highs. Their laughter diminished as they came back to each other—Evan was drifting up from subspace while the pilot was dealing with his own dom drop, already worrying he might have taken it too far, treating the love of his life as nothing but a toy for his pleasure.

But as if he could read his thoughts, Evan reached up with a shaky hand and trailed his fingers along his jawline and said, “Hey, you…you did…you did amazing, Tommy. Like…you knew exactly what I wanted, what I needed,” he reassured him, his head still lolled back against Tommy’s shoulder. “You ruined me like you promised…you did so good, Tommy…”

He felt a rush of love and gently squeezed his boyfriend’s hips.

They stayed in position, both of them still trying to get their heart rates back to normal, even as he felt himself soften inside of him.

The pilot slid his hand around to Evan’s front, rubbed at it, and said, “So, I think we both just found a new kink,” and Evan nodded and hummed lowly in the back of his throat, wordlessly agreeing with him, letting his limp cock slip out, smiling at the soft mewl of protest that escaped his boyfriend’s parted lips.

“C’mon, baby…we gotta clean up.”

Evan nodded and Tommy smiled.

-

The next thing Buck knew, he was being lifted up into his boyfriend’s arms, and he was taking him to the bathroom, running the water for the tub, obviously knowing that neither of them had enough strength to stay standing up for a shower.

He smiled up at his boyfriend from where Tommy had placed him on the lid of the toilet, his head and body still buzzing after having such an out-of-body experience.

Buck was still spinning at the fact that he had been able to feel his dick pressing at his stomach.

Tommy had been right when he had said that they had both found a new kink…but he couldn’t help but feel a flicker of worry at realizing that the only way they could indulge it is if he kept his weight down, which he wasn’t sure he wanted to do. At that thought, he shifted slightly on the toilet lid, feeling some cum slip out of him and he wriggled up his nose, the feeling familiar but still uncomfortable.

“Hurry up,” he muttered, feeling a bit bratty now that he was satisfied. “I’m startin’ to feel yucky…”

His boyfriend gave him a look over his shoulder as he ran his hand under the water, checking the temperature, and said, “And just like that, the brat is back. Barely ten minutes after I fucked you into blessed silence, you’re acting like I didn’t just completely rearrange your insides.”

Buck snorted.

“Yeah, yeah, I know—but you know me…I’m never satisfied,” he quipped.

“You were a few minutes ago,” Tommy muttered under his breath as he rolled his eyes.

Buck knew that he was pushing his buttons…but he also knew that his boyfriend didn’t mind, and even expected it to some extent, especially after the scene that they had just had. The pilot liked to fuck him until he was nonverbal—predictably after which Buck would become mouthy and snarky due to the fact that he felt completely blissed out. And so, despite the fact that he still couldn’t stand up without his knees buckling underneath him, he felt confident that Tommy knew he was absolutely satisfied in every way.

“Okay, let’s clean you up before we get in,” Tommy said, turning around and grabbing the towel that they used after sex, and Buck smiled when the pilot lovingly wiped him down with steady hands, still taking care of him, and Buck felt his heart soften at how gentle his touch was.

By the time he was done, the bath was ready, and Buck slowly stood on still shaky legs and waited for Tommy to slide in first, and then got in after him, lying between his legs.

He let out a low groan as he sunk shoulder deep into the hot, soapy water.

Tommy began to graze his hands lightly across his chest and he whispered, “That was intense,” and Buck nodded and said, “Yeah, it really was…but it was good, right?” and arched his neck to look up at him, catching his gray blue eyes with his own, still feeling a flicker of worry.

“Yeah, it was. Really good.” Tommy pressed a kiss to Buck’s temple, and he leaned into the touch. “I just…I guess I just wanna make sure that you and I are on the same page with this. We sort of went off script on that scene. Hell, we didn’t even talk about it first, but…feeling myself inside of you in that way, it…well, let’s just say that I didn’t know I could be that rough with you. I pretty much just used you like a toy, and I’m torn between loving how it felt and-and…and afraid that I crossed a line…”

Buck turned in his boyfriend’s grasp, needing to face him, uncaring of the water that he displaced, needing to reassure him.

“Hey, hey, Tommy, no. No,” he said, sliding wet hands up to cup Tommy’s face, seeing the anxiety in the furrowed lines of his brow. “I could have said yellow or red, or used our emergency safeword at any time, but I didn’t, and you know why?”

Tommy shook his head, looking on the verge of tears.

“…because I loved it, Tommy. It was literally one of the most amazing sexual experiences of my life,” Buck stressed.

His boyfriend whispered, “I still feel like I should have talked to you or something before I just—”

Buck cut him off with, “Stop it. I trust you with my life, babe—why do you think something like this would be any different?”, recognizing that his boyfriend was dealing with some serious dom drop, the worst he’d ever seen from him. Fuck, this should have occurred to him. Tommy usually was a bit lighter after a good scene, but he was still strung as tightly as a wire; he could feel the tension rising in the body beneath him. Scrambling, Buck added, “I told you at the beginning that I wanted it. Remember? And I know you would have stopped the second I used a safeword. I know you would have stopped. …you were perfect, daddy…”

He traced his thumbs down to Tommy’s trembling lips and leaned in and brushed his mouth over his, soft and undemanding, trying to show through action what his words might have failed to convey. He continued to kiss him until he felt him responding.

…and then Tommy let out a soft hum from the back of his throat and said as he pulled back from a kiss, “And you were perfect, too, baby…”

Buck settled against his boyfriend’s chest and nuzzled his nose into his cheek and breathed out, “You really did do an amazing job, you know. You read my body better than anyone and you…god, you made me feel so fucking good…”

He felt the rumble of the pilot’s chest against his ear as he chuckled.

“You did that for me, too, you know.”

Tommy’s hand now ran up and down his side, and Buck felt the older man’s body slowly unclench under him, and he breathed a sigh of relief, settling even heavier against him, luxuriating in the bath that now felt far more healing now that they had cleared the air between them.

He smiled when Tommy remarked, “There’s a few things I’d like to talk about, of course, but for now how about we focus on getting cleaned up and getting some food and water into us? I’m pretty sure we burned off every calorie of that wonderful dinner you made us,” and Buck nodded—and then Buck said, “You know, I did also make a second dessert, and it’s sitting in the fridge. Tiramisu.”

Buck looked up at his boyfriend through his eyelashes, feeling a thrill when the pilot’s indulgent smile stretched into a smirk.

“You made tiramisu?” Buck nodded. “For me?”

“Yeah. …Surprise.”

…and then the next thing he knew his breath was being stolen from him as Tommy leaned down and slipped his tongue between his lips and kissed him as if his life depended on it. Buck let himself be swept away, vaguely noticing more water spilling out from the tub, but completely uncaring, only wanting more of anything that his boyfriend would give him. His cock twitched at the welcome distraction, and he internally marveled at the fact that even after four orgasms, his body still craved more.

He reluctantly pulled back and whimpered as he said, “Tommy…daddy, please. Later, okay? Dessert, now. Me…later. Promise,” and Tommy gave him an adorable pout and Buck had to hold himself back from leaning in and nipping at the lower lip offered to him.

“Promise?”

Buck nodded.

“Promise.”

They lay there in the soapy water for a moment longer, finishing cleaning each other off, and then rose as one to dress and head down to the kitchen. Buck felt languid as he tugged on a pair of his boyfriend’s sweatpants over his hips, and then pulled on one of his own hoodies, the one with the hole in the collar that he had worn into submission over the last fifteen years, and smiled when he saw Tommy pull on a pair of sweatpants and nothing else.

Tommy had always run hot, and so rarely wore a shirt after sex, especially after they had done an intense scene like the one that they had just done.

Buck appreciated the view as they made their way to the kitchen, counting the moles and freckles on the pilot’s back, having memorized them all within the first few months that they had dated.

“I’m gonna put the teapot on,” Tommy said, distracting him from his thoughts as they turned into the kitchen. “Tiramisu tastes best with tea.”

Well, he couldn’t argue with him on that point.

-

Tommy watched as Evan settled onto one of the stools at the island counter and felt his boyfriend’s eyes on him as he went through the motions of setting up the teapot, the ancient one that he had had for years but wouldn’t get rid of, despite Evan’s urging, and then waited for the young firefighter to say something first.

A moment later, Evan said, “That was kind of amazing, you know. The way you just took control and…used me like that,” and this time it was Tommy’s turn to flush red.

“I know we didn’t really talk out the scene ahead of time and sort of played it by ear, but are you sure that—”

“Yes, Tommy!” Evan interrupted him, rolling his eyes and sounding frustrated, while still smiling. “I don’t how many times I have to say it, but you literally just gave me the best dicking down of my life, so would you please, please, please stop asking me if I’m sure?”

Feeling suitably chastised, he nodded and said, “Okay.”

A warm silence fell between them and the pilot moved from the coffee pot over to Evan, walking behind and resting his chin on top of his head, wrapping his arms around his chest and shoulders, and smiled when he felt a pair of warm hands reach up and secure themselves tightly around his forearms. Tommy let out a soft sigh as he felt Evan lean back into him, a small noise of contentment rising from the back of his throat, like a cat purring, and he felt his nerves settle as he finally understood that he hadn’t pushed it too far.

He was taken aback, however, when Evan broke the warm stillness and said, “So, the stomach bulge thing—we’re both, like…really into it, right?”

He blinked…

…and then broke into giggles and pressed his nose to his boyfriend’s still damp curls and said between gasping breaths, “Evan…you…you just…you are so…so…god, don’t ever change,” he added nonsensically, ghosting a kiss over the crown of his head.

Evan twisted in his grasp just enough to lock eyes with him and repeated, “So we’re into it? Like, both of us?” and Tommy snorted a second time and nodded.

“Yes, baby boy, we’re both into it.”

He squeezed him a bit tighter and then added, “…but we don’t have to keep doing it, you know?” doing his best to give Evan an out, knowing how insecure that his boyfriend had been feeling about his body over the past few months, even though he hadn’t said anything about it. “This is just a thing that we happened to find gets both of our motors running, and we don’t have to keep doing it if you wanna change your diet again and start putting on more muscle…”

Tommy waited with bated breath, praying that he hadn’t ruined what had just happened between them, feeling the tension in his boyfriend’s body where he held onto him—and then let out a sigh of relief when he felt his body soften under his touch.

“…Yeah, I know. Just…I knew you were big, you know? I just didn’t know you were that big, daddy. It’s kinda hot,” Evan said, turning his head and looking up at him with those big blue fuck-me-daddy eyes…and Tommy let out a low groan, his cock hardening in his sweatpants.

“Oh, baby, you know just what you do to me, don’t you?”

Evan smirked, looking far too pleased with himself—

—and then Tommy firmly grasped his jaw with one hand and dragged his boyfriend’s mouth up to his and swept his tongue between his lips in a dirty imitation of what he would do to him elsewhere once they’d had their dessert. He pressed his body up to his, purposely pressing his rising erection into Evan’s side, showing him exactly what he was doing to him. He silently marveled that his body was still able to respond in such a way after the mind-melting sex that they had just had.

Evan moaned into the kiss, one hand snaking out and attempting to reach into the pilot’s sweatpants—but Tommy deftly grabbed at his hand and linked their fingers together as he pulled away, and said, “No, not yet, Evan. Dessert, first.”

He pouted up at him, blue eyes still full of lust and yearning.

“Then sex?”

Tommy nodded and laughed while he silently mused that his boyfriend was probably too tired for more sex, he just didn’t know it.

“Yes, dessert and then sex. Can you be a good boy and wait for me, sweetheart?” he asked, swiping his thumb upwards to brush over the pinkish red birthmark on his eyebrow, pleased when Evan nodded back at him.

“Yeah, I can do that…”

The teapot squealed and Tommy slipped away from him with one last lingering kiss and smiled when he heard Evan let out a soft whine, and from the corner of his eye saw him rest his head on his arms, an adorable pout on his lips. He bit at his lip as he poured the boiling water over two teabags, a chicory that he would add almond milk to, the warm, nutty scent of it washing over him as he watched Evan nearly fall asleep sitting there at the kitchen island.

He waited the few minutes needed and then poured the milk and slid one mug across the counter and said, “C’mon, drink up. I’ll get the tiramisu…”

Tommy pulled out the dessert and marveled at the fact that his boyfriend had lovingly made it for him in an attempt to try and convince him to do things to him the way that he had just done with barely needing any prompting. It was kind of similar to the way their relationship worked—Evan came to him and mentioned something that he wanted to try in their relationship, Tommy thought it over, they did it together, and then they figured out a new way to connect to each other while one of them—usually Tommy—doubted themselves. This time it was Evan doubting himself, but the pilot was certain that he could bring him around.

They finished their dessert and tea…

…and then Tommy helped his boyfriend to his feet and pressed a kiss to his forehead and said, “Now, let’s go back to bed.”

Evan let himself be tugged back up the stairs to their bedroom and said as they slipped through the doorway, “God, I love you,” and smiled so brightly that Tommy nearly felt blinded by it—and he grinned right back at him and replied, “I love you, too…now, you still wanna have sex? …or are you on the edge of crashing?”

Evan sagged against him and muttered into his chest, “That obvious, huh? I think you broke me, daddy,” and Tommy gently swept his hand over his hair and let loose a soft chuckle and said, “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You were practically asleep while at the counter, and I figured you might not be up to it,” and his boyfriend nodded and let himself be manhandled to the sheets—which were still clean, because they hadn’t come on them—and Tommy gently wrapped him up.

As Tommy laid down next to him, he heard Evan softly slur out, “I really…really…liked it, you know. The…the everything. You…you treatin’ me like…like a toy…”

Tommy then dropped his lips to Evan’s shoulder and breathed, “I liked it, too, baby,” feeling an odd wave of contentment rush through him as Evan rolled over and tucked himself into the older man’s side, throwing one arm around his waist at the same time the pilot snugged his arm up under his boyfriend’s head, not caring that he would wake up with a dead arm.

“…love you,” Evan whispered just as his eyes drifted closed.

His voice faded and the airman snuggled up next to him, curving his body around his boyfriend’s, the two of them fitting together as if they were made for each other—

—and then did his best to hold in his laughter when Evan sleepily added with his eyes still closed, “We are so doing that again…”