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Waking up to his husband is Buck’s favourite way to start his day. Buck’s pretty much always the first of them to wake up, given that he likes to start his days quite early. He usually has a mini-workout session in their garden, showers, and then makes breakfast for their family.

Eddie usually joins him while he’s standing at the stove. He never really says anything, not much of a morning person. Instead he tends to creep up on Buck and wrap his arms around his waist from behind. His nose finds its home in the crook of Buck’s neck, and they savour the gentle silence before their 3 rambunctious children break that silence and fill their morning with chaos.

Buck would have it no other way.

Today is an exception to that rule.

Today is June 23rd, 2035. Tomorrow will be June 24th, 2035. Which means that the Eddie he wakes up to will not be his husband. At least, not yet.

Because for some reason, unbeknownst to both of them, June 24th 2035 is the day Eddie swaps places with his past self. Just a few days shy of both of their birthdays, and it’s the best gift either of them could ask for.

His Eddie will wake up with Buck from 2026. He remembers it like it was yesterday. He hadn’t been expecting it, but when he woke up his best friend was exceptionally flirty. That flirtatious attitude quickly escalated, and future Eddie had his way with Buck.

Now, Buck gets to wake up to past Eddie (who thinks they’re just friends) in his husband's body.

And he’s been given explicit instructions on what he can and can’t do.

He’s so fucking excited.

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Eddie wakes up feeling more exhausted than when he fell asleep, but also a hell of a lot more satisfied. He’s unsure why, until he tries to move his hands and finds that he can’t. He goes to tug them down again and is once again denied.

He goes to speak, but finds something in his mouth. When he focuses more on it he feels straps on his face, and takes note of the fact that the gag doesn’t just stop in his mouth. It extends further down into his throat, and it almost makes him start to panic. But a familiar voice stops the panic in its tracks.

“Back with me, babe?” the voice asks. When Eddie blinks his vision clear, with sluggish movements, he’s stunned to find his best friend poised above him. When he’s pulled into the world of complete consciousness, he finally takes note of their surroundings.

They’re in an unfamiliar room in a bed he doesn’t recognise. His hands are bound above him to the headboard with a sultry, dark red rope. And between his legs is his very naked, slightly older looking best friend. He makes a questioning hum, once again trying to free his hands though he knows that’s not possible.

He looks Buck in the eye, trying to talk wordlessly to him, but finds it’s not much use. Mainly because all of his efforts to communicate are stunted by a feeling so unfamiliar and overwhelming he doesn’t know how to process it.

It starts as a low hum in his gut, a strange but not unwelcome pressure in his ass, and a warmth that spreads through him from head to toe. It makes him feel slightly high on endorphins, especially when the pressure in his ass moves.

It moves slowly, receding a little, only just enough for it to feel like his lungs have enough room to expand so he can breathe again. But it’s not long before it comes back, making him feel so impossibly full he starts to wonder if his skin is too tight.

He blinks again, and finally manages to fully focus on what’s happening. Buck’s laid between his legs, that much he’d already gathered, but now he watches as he rolls his hips into Eddie’s. A slow, torturous grind that has his head spinning. There’s a smirk on Buck’s face, one that he’s trying to hide by pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, but it's not working very well.

And when Eddie’s eyes rake down Buck’s body, taking note of the glistening sweat on his chest and the tight pull of his waist, his eyes finally land on what it is he’s feeling.

Buck’s cock is buried deep inside of him, thrusting in and out with every roll of his hips.

When he looks on mesmerised, he notices that every push in has Eddie’s lower stomach bulging the tiniest bit. His lower stomach, which is currently covered in cum that is very clearly his own. His hard cock bobs, dripping the last spurts of his orgasm into the puddle already resting on his naval, with every inward thrust of Buck’s cock.

He finds that the movement sends a tidal wave of pleasure shooting through him, which forces a startled moan from his throat as his back bows off the bed. But the sound of his moan is muffled by whatever he has in his mouth. His head tips back, his eyes clenching shut as he tries to put together what’s happening.

He went to bed last night with Buck beside him, that much he remembers. But that Buck had been noticeably younger than this one. His hair wasn’t laced with the odd grey curl, nor was what little stubble he has, and he didn’t have this many smile lines. Plus he’s somehow gotten bigger? He’s bulkier, more solid in his frame as he fucks into his best friend.

And that is certainly something different too. He doesn’t remember ever having sex with Buck, he doesn’t remember agreeing to this, but he’s definitely already been here for some time if the remnants of his orgasm are anything to go by. What the actual fuck is happening? Why can’t he remember?

He’s pulled from his spiralling thoughts as another one of Buck’s thrusts jams straight into his prostate, leaving him near howling at the stimulation. He’s never had anything up his ass before, never even considered touching his prostate, but now that Buck’s found it Eddie’s not sure he ever wants him to let up. It feels fucking euphoric. And isn’t that a thought?

Buck’s thrusts start picking up their pace, and now his prostate is experiencing a constant stream of stimulation that has him throwing his head back with a deep groan. Buck keeps going, seemingly spurred on by Eddie’s noises, and the foreign sensation quickly becomes overwhelming. He tries to bring his hands down, he needs to get Buck to slow down, his brain can’t process everything that’s happening, too busy sending pure euphoria through his veins. But his hands are still bound.

He takes a deep breath behind the gag in his throat, then a whine is torn from his throat. He tips his head back down to lock eyes with Buck. The same Buck who has Eddie’s bare thighs slung over his hips and has a grip so tight on them that the skin is dimpled white. When Eddie gives a confused hum, the only sound he can make, Buck raises a brow.

He never stops moving, never slows his thrusts as he grins down at him, and it has Eddie making a consistent stream of noises. Whines, groans, moans and whimpers tumble from his lips, past the gag; like music to Buck’s ears.

One of Buck’s hands moves as he talks, skimming gently over the soft, sensitive skin of Eddie’s inner thigh, darting ever so slightly past his cock with just enough room to not touch, only to run his thumb through the puddle of Eddie’s spend just below his belly button.

“Back in the land of the living, gorgeous? That first orgasm took a whole lot outta you, huh? Passed out and everything. But don’t worry, I’ll give you a few more so you can be awake to experience one.” When he finishes talking he brings his cum covered thumb up to his own lips, then sucks it into his mouth with a satisfied moan. His eyes close in bliss, and it has Eddie’s breath hitching in his chest.

Buck must really fucking love the taste of it, because he swipes a finger through it again, and when he once again sucks Eddie’s spend from his own fingers his groan of pleasure is now paired with a brutal change of pace.

His head is thrown back, giving Eddie the most gorgeous view of his kiss-bitten neck. Had Eddie done that? His hand comes down from his mouth to wrap tightly in a death grip around Eddie’s hip. He uses his hold on him to keep him steady as his hips speed up. His cock fucks into Eddie harder, pushing him up the bed with every thrust. He grunts as he puts more effort in, pounding Eddie into the mattress with an unbelievable show of strength that has Eddie practically swooning.

In fact, Buck is fucking him so good that he can’t stop his legs from trembling in his grip. They rest over his hips, ramrod straight and they’re shaking so fucking hard. Every drag of Buck’s cock in and out of his hole is delicious. He can feel every bump, ridge, and vein on every glorious inch of it. Eddie’s pretty sure that he’s subconsciously trying to close his legs to slow down the onslaught of pleasure, because it’s so immense that his brain is struggling to process it.

As he continues to become overwhelmed his legs are released from their ramrod straight position, and the only thing he can logically think to do is to wrap them as tightly around Buck’s hips as he can, pressing them impossibly closer together.

The movement has Buck’s fast, hard and deep thrusts change to become deep, sensual, formidable grinds against his prostate as he rolls his hips in the limited space he’s left with. Eddie’s practically screaming behind his gag. His back bows off the bed to such an extreme amount that he’s not even sure any of him is still left touching the mattress.

The lower half of his body is held in Buck’s tight grip, draped over his lap and hips like a ragdoll. The crown of his head is pressed so deeply into the pillow that the sides are starting to wrap around his head.

He can’t handle it.

His body can’t accept this sudden wave of cosmic hedonism wracking through him. He can’t stop himself from basically thrashing side to side, as much as he can in his confinements, much like a demon being exorcised. He’s pretty sure only something otherworldly, something demonic can feel this good anyway.

What the fuck is happening? How did he get here? And since when does he let Buck fuck him?

The confusion must show on his face when he finally slumps back onto the bed with a heaving sigh, because when Buck finally tips his head back down to look at him, realization dawns on his face. “Oh, hello Love. 2026 Eddie I take it? Yeah, my Eddie told me all about this body swap coming up,” he says, his movements never easing up.

Eddie has no idea what the fuck Buck is talking about, and Buck must see his questions shining back at him in his eyes, because he’s quick to explain.

His hands start to roam everywhere on Eddie’s body as he talks, and the sudden intimate touch from his best friend has butterflies swarming his stomach.

“You’re currently inhabiting 2035 Eddie’s body.” he starts, gently running his fingertips over the outside of Eddie’s thigh. “My husband’s body. We’re not sure how, or why, you’ve swapped places, but we’re damn glad you did. He’s already experienced everything you are now, and he told me just how confused you’re feeling, how overwhelming everything is, right?” he continues, sounding almost sympathetic to Eddie’s current predicament when Eddie frantically nods, but the smug smile on his face suggests otherwise. “But he also told me just how much you fucking love it. Just how good you feel, how you want more and you never want it to stop.” he finishes.

Eddie feels his face flush with shame at the comment, and he’s tempted to try denying it, but he’s sure he looks far too much like a debauched wreck to even try. He does try to splutter an answer, only to once again be stopped by the gag. The gag is so far down his throat he’s surprised he’s not choking, but he supposes that if he’s in a version of Eddie that’s having regular sex like this with Buck, then it’s entirely possible that this body is more than adapted to deal with it.

His attempt at talking does have him coughing a little and his eyes watering, so Buck sets out to explain that as well. “That gag? It’s me. A clone of my cock, I gave it to you for your birthday last year, you’ve only just learned how to take it all, so I can finally use it to gag you,” he says. Eddie’s face flames at the notion, no wonder it felt so fucking intrusive.

He has a copy of Buck’s cock shoved down his throat and the real thing so far up his ass he feels like the tips of each one are meeting in the middle. The thought alone has his eyes rolling back in his head, which leaves Buck chuckling. “Yeah, I thought you’d like that. My greedy little husband, always so desperate for cock, one isn’t enough, huh? You needed two just to be satisfied, but both had to be mine. No way in hell I was letting you near another man’s cock, you’re not even allowed to touch your own, are you baby? No, that’s all fucking mine,” he says, going back to roughly thrusting his hips after every word instead of just grinding into him.

His voice is deep and demeaning, and Eddie feels fucking humiliated. He feels the flush in his face spread down his neck, his face getting so hot he’s sure there’s steaming rising from his cheeks. Buck won’t let him near another man, because Eddie’s his ‘greedy little husband?’ He’s not even allowed to touch his own cock?

He never thought having someone control him like that would get him off, but he fucking likes this, loves it even. His cock gives a strong kick against his sternum when he hears it for fucks sake.

But, while this body may be adapted to this, his mind is not. Not fully. And all this information is too much for him to process while he’s trying to process the physical stimuli too.

When Buck’s done speaking, he takes his rough thrusts up a notch, his hips pounding into Eddie’s ass harder and harder. He still doesn’t have much room to move, Eddie’s legs are still twined tightly around his waist, so they’re not very deep. But what he lacks in depth he makes up for in other ways; he uses what little room he does have to commit only the most heinous acts.

Eddie sobs around the gag and pulls at his restraints when Buck dips his fingers in what little remains of the cum on Eddie’s stomach and uses it as lube to stroke his cock.

He tries to twist his body away, tries to get away from Buck’s touch. He bucks his hips to try and knock him off but it doesn’t work. It’s too fucking much, he’s apparently already cum once, and with his prostate being milked by Buck’s cock he’s far too overwhelmed. He’s too weak for his movements to be of any consequence though, and deep down he’s not sure he wants to face away anyway.

But Buck doesn’t seem to care, in fact he giggles and pays more attention to the tip of his cock, where he’s most sensitive. He rubs quick, tight little circles just under the head, watching as a pearl of pre-cum spurts from the tip and dribbles down to meet the pad of his thumb.

Eddie gives a surprised shout at the touch, then groans deep in his throat and arches up off the bed again like a bow being pulled taut. He writhes on Buck’s cock, tossing his head from side to side to try and dispel some of what he’s feeling, but it's no use.

Buck has him right where he wants him.

“My Eddie’s already told me what I can and can’t do, what you like and what you don’t, so I know where your limits actually are. You just have to hold on and enjoy the ride, gorgeous,” He says, the smirk on his face growing wider when he hears Eddie’s little whimpers. There are tears streaming down his cheeks, which soon become tears of relief when Buck releases his hold on Eddie’s cock.

His breathing becomes ragged around the gag. It shudders out of his chest when Buck slows his thrusts so that he has enough breath himself to speak. “When we first got together I was so fucking gentle with you. I thought it was your first time with a man, and I guess it was in a way. It was that body’s first time with a man, at least. I didn't fully understand the extent of what I’d done to you right here. If only I knew how much of a fucking cock slut you are for me. I’d have pounded you into the mattress the first fucking chance I got.”

His words have Eddie clenching around him, and his cock kicks against his abs. Buck groans as the tight, wet heat of his hole around his cock cinches around him, all but sucking him in. “Jesus, Eddie, you’re always so fucking tight!”

His hands tighten on Eddie’s hips, his fingertips pressing into Eddie’s skin so strongly he’s sure it’ll bruise. His husband loves to admire the marks he leaves, he’s sure that he won’t mind not being here when he’s branded with them.

Eddie’s so overwhelmed with pleasure that he finds himself trying to crawl further up the bed, away from everything that’s happening between his legs. He even uses the rope that ties him to the headboard as a tether and tries to use it to pull himself further up the bed. Buck uses his grip on his hips to pull him back onto his cock the more he tries to wiggle further up the bed.

His voice deepens into a near growl as he speaks. “Come back, baby. We’re nowhere near done.” Eddie can’t help the way he whines when he hears it. His legs tremble around Buck’s waist, and he can feel them tightening with every roll of Buck’s hips.

Buck must feel it too, because his hands move from Eddie’s waist to the supple skin of his inner thighs once again. He jumps when he’s touched in such a vulnerable place, and his head spins when Buck softly says, “nooo, come on, sweet boy. We both know you wanna spread these legs for me. Open up, handsome, let me in,” as he gently pries Eddie’s legs open.

Eddie groans as he’s spread open. Buck holds him in that position, knees spread wide, nearly folded in half. Is he in a fucking mating press right now?

Buck uses his newfound space to turn his thrusts from quick and shallow, to slow and oh so deep.

Every thrust sends Eddie further up the bed, little ‘uh,uh,uh’s’ slipping past the gag with every one. Eddie’s eyes roll into the back of his head with a scream when Buck hits that special spot inside of him again.

Buck chuckles as he says “he was so right, you are just loving getting a surprise fuck from your best friend, huh?” Eddie’s head spins, and he wants to answer so bad.

He wants nothing more than to deny, deny, deny, but it’d only be a lie, to both himself and Buck. And Buck seems to know better anyway.

He screws his eyes shut as unfamiliar pleasure shoots up his spine, lighting him up so brightly he’s sure he’s glowing. Eddie’s eyes flutter, the lids spasming as his prostate is fucked into over and over and over again.

He knows he’s crying. Knows that the tears welling in his eyes are rolling down his cheeks now. Every breath through his nose is accompanied by a sniffle, and the glorious sight of Buck above him is blurrier than before.

Buck seems to notice his sudden overwhelm, because his grin turns sharkish. Then he chuckles and says, “Awwwh baby, is it too much? You can take it, can’t you?”

It takes all of Eddie’s willpower to push past the writhing shame in his chest to nod, but he’s so glad he manages it because Buck’s voice when he says “Yeahhhh, that’s my good boy, you take it so well for me,” is fucking heaven to his ears.

Buck’s words become the cause of Eddie’s insurmountable overstimulation, paired with the fact that he’s being fucked well past his orgasm. Every thrust of Buck’s cock makes him feel like a livewire, but eventually it feels more than just enjoyable.

Eventually, his moans go from overwhelmed confusion to pure fucking ecstacy. To a euphoria he’s never before experienced, but never wants to let go of.

He’s on his way to coming again; no one’s even touched his dick.

And no matter how much it shames him to admit it, he soon finds himself rolling his hips to meet Buck’s thrusts. He’s chasing the pleasure now, moaning around the fake cock in his throat as the cock in his ass rams in and out.

When Buck realises what Eddie’s doing he chuckles. “God, he said you were thirsty for it but I didn’t realise just how much. You really needed this, didn’t you darling? Fucking yourself on my cock, such a good boy.”

Eddie whines as he nods, purposefully clenching so he can watch Buck’s eyes screw shut in pleasure again. Buck throws his head back again, groaning at the ceiling as he fucks into him. The sight is fucking beautiful, Eddie never wants to tear his eyes away. The wet slap of their hips meeting with every thrust is downright sinful, and it only gets louder as Eddie throws his hips down harder.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby. Taking me so well. Does it feel good, honey?” Buck asks above him. Eddie moans and sobs, nodding his head frantically. “Yeah? You gonna cum, gorgeous?”

Eddie’s toes curl as pleasure tingles up his spine. Buck’s hips speed up, and the rapid thrusts against his prostate finally push Eddie over the edge.

His entire body locks up, then practically seizes as he comes. He can faintly hear Buck groaning as he says “yeah baby, that’s it. Let go for me,” as he trembles on his cock.

His legs shake near violently in Buck’s hold, and he’s sure the circulation to his hands is being cut off as he pulls against his binds. His eyes roll into the back of his head and he’s sure his eyelids are half closed and fluttering again.

In fact, Buck can only see the white of Eddie’s eyes, and the sight has him smirking devilishly.

Eddie sobs around the gag in his throat as pleasure shakes him in his foundations. His cock kicks as it shoots cum all over his torso, adding to the mess already there.

Buck’s still fucking into him, so his prostate is practically being milked as he cums and cums.

His orgasm practically tears through him, and it leaves him whimpering with heaving breaths as it tapers off.

He struggles to breathe around the gag, and Buck must notice because his thrusts slow to a stop, and he eventually pulls out.

Eddie’s legs are laid gently back on the bed on either side of Buck’s waist so that he can reach up and gently undo the straps that keep the gag in Eddie’s mouth.

“Breathe for me, baby. That’s it, nice and slow, I’m gonna take it out, okay?” he asks, slowly pulling the gag from deep in Eddie’s throat. Eddie coughs and splutters around it, but eventually he manages to take deep, gasping breaths when the intrusion is removed completely.

“Better?” Buck asks, eyes wide with excitement. He throws the gag on the bed beside them, then returns his hands to holding Eddie’s waist. Eddie looks over to where Buck has discarded the gag, and goes bright red at the whine that slips past his lips when he takes it in.

It’s a pretty shade of blue, he’s sure it matches Buck’s eyes. It’s also huge. How has he just had that entire thing down his throat? How does he currently have that entire thing, the real thing, up his ass?

The real thing, which has just made him cum untouched for the first time in his life.

Eddie closes his eyes and takes a moment to fully catch his breath. His legs still shudder with aftershocks and his chest is heaving with the effort to calm his racing heart. But apparently it’s a moment too long and Buck grows impatient.

With his eyes closed he doesn’t see Buck leaning down, so he’s startled out of his skin when he feels the ghost of Buck’s breath against his chest, then a tongue.

He looks down to make sure he’s actually feeling what he thinks he is, then groans when it’s confirmed.

Buck’s licking long stripes up his chest, gathering Eddie’s cum on his tongue before swallowing it with a blissed out groan. His hands hold Eddie’s hips still in a tight grip when he starts wiggling, and Eddie’s groans become moans, then become whines the further down Buck’s mouth travels.

Eventually Buck made his way far enough down Eddie’s body to be able to throw Eddie’s legs over his shoulders. He wraps his arms around Eddie’s thighs, his biceps bulging to such a ridiculous degree it has Eddie’s head spinning. The veins in his forearms pop, and Eddie’s never understood people’s fascination with it until right this second.

He presses his hands to Eddie’s navel, keeping him pinned and pretty much completely immobilised in his tight grip. He looks so fucking happy with Eddie’s legs wrapped around his head, like he’s completely at home. No where else he’d rather be.

Eddie’s breath stutters in his chest when Buck’s tongue dips into the curve where his thigh meets his crotch, gathering up the pearly white mess as it goes. He chokes around nothing, then finally manages to find his voice.

It’s more of a gravelly whine than anything else, but given what he’s just had in his throat he’s sure Buck won’t mind.

“Buck…”

The man between his legs finally looks up to meet his eyes when he hears his name. He tilts his head back, looking up at Eddie through his lashes like a true sinner.

He never sits up, so his breath still catches on Eddie’s skin where Buck’s spit is still drying. It’s cold and has Eddie’s hips hitching up to chase it on their own accord. The smile he sends Eddie is familiar, that teasing lilt he often sees from his best friend.

Buck swipes his thumb over a drop of Eddie’s cum that had caught on his chin, then brings it to his mouth. He sucks the pad of his thumb past his lips, twists it slightly, making sure he’s gathered every last molecule of Eddie’s cum from the divots of his fingerprint, then pulls it back out with a pop. Then he returns his hand to the soft skin of Eddie’s inner thigh.

It’s obscene.

It has Eddie’s cock twitching against his stomach.

Buck raises a brow and asks “What? Just because you didn’t cum in my mouth doesn’t mean I can't taste it. My husband and I agreed a long time ago that it was all mine, anyway.”

Before Eddie can respond he leans back down to continue to taste Eddie’s skin. Though this time he laves his tongue over the length of Eddie’s softening cock, chuckling when it kicks from the sudden touch.

Eddie groans low in his throat, the overstimulation bordering on too much. “Oh God, Buck!”

He tosses his head back, pulling at the ropes holding him down to no avail. He’s still very much at Buck’s mercy.

Buck ignores Eddie’s shouts, and keeps him as still as he can as he licks everywhere he can reach, drawing pretty shapes on Eddie’s skin with the tip of his tongue.

Eddie’s heels dig deliciously into the back muscles covering Buck’s shoulder blades as Buck’s mouth moves further down. He skips past the base of his cock completely, ignoring it as it stands straight and nearly takes his eyes out.

When he trails his mouth a little further down Eddie groans. “W-wait, what are you doing?” he asks.

Buck doesn’t answer, but his lips are impossibly soft and warm as they oh so gently suck one of Eddie’s balls into his mouth.

The suction has him feeling dizzy, his mouth dropping open in a silent scream. No one has ever touched him like this, he never knew this was something he would enjoy, but now that he’s had a taste he can’t stop himself from grinding his hips down into Buck’s face.

Buck hums around him, his eyes rolling into the back of his head at the heady taste on his tongue. And don’t even get him started on the smell, buried right in between Eddie’s legs where it’s at its strongest.

Bucks hum sends vibrations up Eddie’s spine directly from his core, and it pulls a startled “Fuck!” from Eddie’s chest.

Then his groans turn to whimpers as Buck takes his sweet time, mouthing over every inch of skin he can reach. He rolls Eddie’s ball over his tongue, before pulling off to kiss across his sack until he can pull the other into his mouth instead. He gives it the same treatment as the first, groaning around it and sucking on it until it turns sloppy with his spit. Buck’s hands grip Eddie’s thighs tightly, pressing suspiciously finger shaped bruises into Eddie’s skin. And when Eddie looks down to catalogue all of the bruises littering his body he makes eye contact with Buck.

Buck’s eyes are dark now, swallowed entirely by the pupils. He’s still looking up at Eddie through his lashes, and the sight is so fucking sultry it has a tightness forming in Eddie’s chest.

He feels like prey. Like Buck’s stalking him. Preparing to hunt him down and eat him alive and there’s no way for him to escape it.

He doesn’t think he wants to.

Now that he can speak he can’t stop the words coming out of his mouth. “Please! Ughh Buck please! P-please!”

He’s not even sure what he’s begging for, all he knows is that he needs Buck. Carnally.

He pulls his mouth from between Eddie’s legs with another pop, just to say “You don’t have to beg, baby. I’m gonna make you cum again, don’t worry,” with faux pity in his voice.

Eddie’s breath catches in his throat. “A-again? We’re not done?” he asks.

Of course they’re not done, he’s still tied to the fucking bed and Buck is between his legs worshipping his balls like there’s never been a better taste in his mouth. But he still finds himself asking because Buck expects him to cum again?

He’s already cum- twice apparently- he’s never cum this many times in a row in his life. And now Buck wants him to give Buck more?

Buck gives a mocking laugh. “Oh baby. We’re nowhere near done. I haven’t even cum yet!” he says. He must see the way Eddie’s eyes go wide with shock, because he presses his next laugh into the inside of Eddie’s thigh, then adds “don’t worry though, he said you can take it.”

Eddie is suddenly outraged, because who the hell is making decisions like that on his behalf?

“Who the fuck said that?” he asks, still trying to catch his breath because Buck still has not let up. He’s still mouthing at the loose skin over Eddie’s balls, and the scrape of his stubble between Eddie’s legs has his cock stirring to life again. It hardens against his stomach, never fading from the deep red, slightly purple colour it’s become.

“You did, baby.” Buck answers. When that clearly only manages to confuse Eddie further, he adds “my version of you. Future you,” before he goes right back to nuzzling his nose over the seam of Eddie’s balls. He doesn’t even pay attention to Eddie’s cock, which grows even harder the more Buck toys with him.

“Well- well he’s a goddamn liar!” he says, aiming to have conviction and authority behind his voice.

It comes out a pathetic whimper.

It’s even more humiliating when Buck laughs at him again, giggling with pure fucking glee at Eddie’s fucked out tone. “I’ll be sure to tell him you think so. He also said you can cum a good four times, and I hold my husband to his word.”

Eddie swallows around the lump in his throat. Four?! What man in his 30’s- 40’s? How old is this Eddie?- can cum that many times in a row? What man of this age has that kind of refractory period?

Eddie’s not sure he wants to ask his next question, especially when he takes in the mischievous glint in Buck’s eye. But he pushes past his trepidation to ask. “And, how many a-am I at?” He has no idea how many orgasms Buck has wrung out of this body before he swapped places with his future self.

“Two,” Buck replies, clearly trying to hold back a smile.

Eddie’s eyes nearly bug out of his head. “Two?! We’re only halfway?” he asks, incredulously. That can’t be true.

He can’t feel his fucking legs. His back has all but turned to jelly, his arms are numb above his head and his lungs are about to collapse he’s sure. His chest is still heaving with the effort to regain his breath, and his balls feel wrung dry.

He’s completely fucked out and spent. How is he only halfway through?

“Uh-huh, halfway, gorgeous,” Buck confirms, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses everywhere he can reach. Even to the shaft of his cock, which has his hips involuntarily bucking up into his face. “Don’t worry though, you can take it, baby.”

Eddie shakes his head from side to side, then sobs, “no, I can’t. I don’t think I can, Buck.”

Buck tuts, then says “I know you can, you’ve done it before. And you’ll do it again.”

Eddie doesn’t have time for a rebuttal. Doesn’t have time to argue, or to even think up a point to use in his imaginary argument. Because before the cogs in his brain can even start to process what he could retort with, Buck takes Eddie’s cock in his mouth and sinks down to the base.

Considering his dick has all but been neglected up until this point the sudden, unexpected touch has him grunting, deep and guttural. His cock is still oversensitive from his orgasm, so Buck’s pillowy soft lips wrapping around it has his mind melting.

He tries to beg, tries to tell Buck it’s too much, and he manages- somewhat. Well, that’s a lie, he manages a choked “Buck- God Buck, don’t stop,” as his eyes screw shut.

Close enough, right?

Buck takes his plea’s like a challenge.

He doesn’t take it easy on him. Immediately he’s bobbing his head from base to tip with the practised ease of someone who’s done this many times before. Someone who’s done this to Eddie many times before.

The thought that Buck has done this to Eddie multiple times before, that he simply hasn’t experienced it himself yet, but that he will, has his heart hammering in his chest.

When Buck gives him a truly sinful swirl of his tongue over the tip of his cock he forces his eyes open so that he can look down and watch.

Buck seems so fucking infatuated with what he’s doing. It’s like he’s ignoring Eddie completely. Like he’s not concerned with Eddie’s pleasure. No, he’s doing this purely because he’s enjoying this more than Eddie is.

His eyes are rolled into the back of his head, his head moving up and down the length of Eddie’s cock with more and more enthusiasm after every bob. He seems to lose himself to the rhythmitic undulations. Every time he buries his nose into the hairs at Eddie’s pelvis he takes a second to take a deep breath and gives a pleasured groan, like he’s the one getting his dick sucked.

He scrambles to grip Eddie’s thighs, nails scratching red welts into the plush skin as he pulls him up so his hips meet Buck’s face every time his lips descend on his cock. He spreads them as far as they’ll comfortably go so that he has all the space he needs to sink as far down as possible. It’s like he can’t get close enough, like he’s trying to consume Eddie whole.

Eddie can see the way he’s rutting his own hips into the mattress below him, chasing his own pleasure. Eddie can’t help the sob that's torn from his chest when he watches Buck’s back ripples with every roll of his hips. Who needs a fucking back like that? It’s outrageous.

Buck ignores all of Eddie’s noises, ignores the way Eddie’s sobbing and writhing below him.

Instead of acknowledging him, he releases Eddie’s thigh from his left hand and starts to trail it up Eddie’s torso. The delicate, barely there graze of Buck’s fingertips has his breath hitching, his stomach flinching away from the tickle only for Buck to chase after him, needing to touch his skin at all times.

He’s slow, teasing, watching the way Eddie has to bite his lower lip to keep himself from moaning. He bites so hard he’s a hairs breadth away from drawing blood; he’s sure he can taste the copper on his tongue.

Buck’s hand finally makes it to its destination, making a home on Eddie’s chest as his fingers splay wide across his pec.

God, Eddie’s been so focussed on noticing all the changes the past few years have had on his best friend that he hadn’t even noticed all the ways he’s different too.

His thighs are thicker where they rest on either side of Buck. His abs aren’t as noticeable anymore, but even Eddie can see that his entire torso is just bigger. He’s stockier, more built than he was in his 20’s. God, even his 30’s. Even Eddie’s pecs are bigger now, giving Buck more to play with, apparently.

Eddie’s not sure why he wasn’t expecting it. After all it’s quite obvious what Buck intends to do with a hand on his chest, but he still gives a surprised shout when Buck’s pointer finger drags over the bud of his nipple, then follows it with a groan when Buck rubs slow circles over it with the pad of his thumb.

Buck finally pulls his mouth from Eddie’s cock, a wet slurping sound following as Eddie’s dick falls back down onto his stomach. Eddie groans, annoyed, when the beautiful pressure of Buck.s mouth recedes, the tight coil of pleasure behind his navel starting to dim. Buck presses a tender kiss to the tip, smirking when Eddie’s hips flinch away. “I can’t remember if I ever asked, has anyone ever played with your tits like this before?” he asks.

Eddie shakes his head so intensely he’s shocked he doesn’t have a concussion. “N-no,” he sobs. “Didn’t know it f-felt like this,” he says, a sniffle following his words.

There are tears streaming down his cheeks now. When had he started crying again?

Buck briefly gives his nipple reprieve, but only to gather up a fallen tear on the pad of his thumb so that he can bring it to his mouth. Why does Eddie’s cock twitch when watches that unfold?

Buck groans when the taste of salt blooms across his tongue, then immediately returns to what he was doing before.

His hand comes back to Eddie’s chest, though this time he doesn’t gently rub. Instead he pinches between his fingers and pulls, relishing in the whines spilling from Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie’s not sure how he’s missed it up till now, but he watches as gold glitters on Buck’s ring finger as he continues to fondle his chest. It’s a simple band wrapped around his finger, glinting in the sunlight streaming through the curtains.

He’s wearing a ring. A wedding ring.

And when Eddie notices it he’s unable to hold himself back from tossing his head back to look at his own hand. A matching ring sits on Eddie’s left hand, but a second ring sits next to it.

They’re very similar. Both gold and not too thick. But one has gemstones embedded into it. He can’t see them properly with his hand being tied to the headboard, but they’re sparkling in the sun just like Buck’s ring.

Fuck, they’re married. Not only are they married but Buck asked him. Buck asked him. He's the one wearing an engagement ring alongside the wedding ring.

He looks back down to admire the man looming over him. He’s definitely older than his Buck. The crows feet around his eyes are deeper when he sends Eddie a radiant smile. He’s practically emanating the fucking sun. There’s one curl right at the front, hanging slightly down over his forehead, that has a streak of grey through it. Fuck, he’s pretty.

That’s his husband.

He doesn’t get much more time to admire his husband before he goes back to wringing pleasure out of Eddie. His head tilts back down so that he can lave kisses in the soft skin of Eddie’s stomach, before he wraps his lips back around his cock.

Though this time he doesn’t bob his head all the way down. Instead, he pays special attention to the tip.

It’s basically fucking purple, which should be alarming to Eddie. It’s a shade he’s never seen his dick be before, but Buck seems so very fucking pleased with it so he guesses he’d better get used to his new normal.

Buck presses light kisses all around it, making little ‘mwah’ sounds that are far too fucking innocent and cute for the acts he’s committing. If Eddie focused enough, he’s sure he’d have noticed Buck’s little murmurs of ‘mine, mine, mine’ between each sound. But he’s too far gone for that.

Buck eventually swaps his kisses for kitten licks, the very tip of his tongue tracing tantalising shapes into his skin. Eddie’s so dizzy with pleasure that his head feels like a deadweight, digging into the pillow and hanging back between his shoulders when he arches up off the bed.

Eddie involuntarily fucks his hips up into Buck’s face, chasing his lips everytime he gets close to swallowing more than the tip. Buck must take pity on him, because he whispers “my pretty boy, love seeing you like this,” then he finally allows Eddie’s cock to slide back into his throat.

He settles with his lips wrapped around the base, Eddie firmly down his throat. He’s got to be blocking Buck’s airways like this, surely?

But Buck doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he moans, then oh so slowly pulls back and starts back up with his rhythm before.

Eddie groans when he hears the sound coming from Buck’s throat, the obscene ‘gluck, gluck, gluck,’ as he takes Eddie down as far as he can go. He leaves a trail of spit all over Eddie’s cock. In fact, there’s so much it creates a puddle on his pelvis, his lips and cheeks shine with it, and whenever he comes up for a second to take a breath there’s this salacious string of saliva connecting them.

It’s wet, and messy, and so fucking deliriously hot.

He’s still playing with Eddie’s chest too, now having swapped to give the other nipple the same treatment as the first. Eddie can see the skin around them turning red, and he just knows they’re going to be sore when they rub on the inside of his shirt.

He can’t wait.

It’s enough to bring Eddie close to the edge again.

He writhes on the bed, desperate not to cum again. Not so soon. This will be his third, then he only has one more, and he’s not sure if he’s ready for this to be over yet.

But Buck can’t read his mind, so when he pulls off it’s not to let Eddie come back from the edge. No, it’s to growl “be a good boy, stay still for me, Eds.”

Eddie cries at the ceiling, hoping his sobs will be enough to let Buck know everything he’s thinking. Unfortunately, that doesn’t happen, so instead Eddie whispers “can’t! I can’t, Buck. Too much, too much.”

Buck scoffs, then sits up on his knees. He lets Eddie’s legs fall back to the bed on either side of him. Eddie’s chest rises and falls with ragged breaths as Buck situates them how he wants. As he manipulates Eddie’s body into the best position for him to ravish it.

Buck moves the hand on Eddie’s chest up to curl his fingers around his neck, pinning him further into the bed, as if that were ever fucking possible. His hand is a welcome pressure against Eddie’s throat, a warm hold that works to ground him. He’s not sure what that says about him but he’s sure it’s best not look too closely at that right now.

Buck can feel the way Eddie’s pulse hammers even faster when he moves until they’re nose to nose.

Eddie gasps, then holds his breath, unable to help the way his eyes flicker between Buck’s eyes and his lips. Buck must see, of course he fucking sees. He sees all of Eddie all the time, knows him inside out, like the back of his hand. But Eddie knows that Buck sees his straying eyes because he smirks, gently knocks their noses together, and speaks truly sacreligious words to him.

“I said stay fucking still. You don’t get to tell me what’s too much. I decide what’s too much. Understand?”

Eddie’s sure he sees God for a moment.

Or has he died and he’s catching a glimpse into the afterlife? It seems like fucking paradise to him.

Eddie gives a small nod, a barely there movement of his head. He can’t focus enough right now to nod properly. No, he’s too busy frothing at the mouth over his best friend/ future fucking husband.

When Eddie doesn’t answer, Buck tightens his grip on Eddie’s neck and asks again “Eddie, do you understand?”

Eddie’s quick to use his words this time, but they come out a stuttered mess. “Y-yes, I-I understand.”

Buck raises a brow at him, and his fingers tighten a little more. Eddie hopes it’s tight enough to leave an imprint of the ring in the skin of his neck. He wants Buck to mark him up completely. Eddie’s breath hitches in his chest as it gets ever so slightly harder to breathe. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir!” Eddie’s not sure where he gets the response from. But he knows like some sixth sense, deep down, that it’s the right one. The one Buck’s looking for.

Buck smiles at his answer, and Eddie feels a surprising sense of pride bloom in his chest when he realises he had, in fact, gotten it right. Then Buck leans down and starts pressing the most gorgeous, blissful, open-mouthed kisses into the sensitive skin of his neck. Eddie’s eyes flutter closed at the first touch of Buck’s lips.

Buck just about manages to murmur “that’s my good boy,” between his kisses, as he trails them further down Eddie’s chest. Eddie’s heart skips a beat with Buck’s praise, a relieved sigh fighting its way out of his chest.

Buck stops at Eddie’s right nipple, taking his sweet time kissing all around it but doesn’t quite pay any direct attention to it. Eddie whimpers at the neglect, then just as Eddie’s about to start whispering pleas at him, he finally sucks it between his lips.

Eddie’s never been known to enjoy sinning, never been one to seek it out, always choosing to steer clear and follow God, even if only for his parents. But if this is what sinners feel like Lucifer had better get off of Eddie’s throne.

Buck alternates between flicks of his tongue and gentle bites of the skin in his mouth, and makes sure to hollow his cheeks as he sucks. He moans against Eddie’s chest, like he can’t get enough. Eddie whimpers back.

But Buck doesn’t stay there for very long. He quickly swaps to the other nipple, giving it the same attention as the first. Then he takes it gently between his teeth and pulls back.

Eddie hisses at the sting, but his hips betray him. They grind up into Buck’s thigh, giving away just how much he’s enjoying this.

Buck then blows cool air over where he’d just been sucking. Eddie shivers at the cold, the wetness on his chest only serving to increase the feeling tenfold.

Buck’s very easily distracted, something he has in common with the Buck Eddie’s used to. When he decides he’s finished playing with Eddie’s nipples, he starts kissing his way back down his sternum. His lips are soft as he leaves worshipping kisses down Eddie’s body, and they only pull away briefly to say “You’re going to cum for me again, this time on my mouth. I don’t care if it feels like too much, I don’t care if you think you can’t take it. You will take it, won’t you?”

Buck doesn’t wait for him to answer. Instead he presses his forearm into Eddie’s stomach, pinning him just above his hips. Buck’s entire torso looms over him, covering the entirety of Eddie’s lower half, and Eddie cries when he takes his cock back in his mouth.

He swallows Eddie down in one go, his lips brushing the hairs at the base of Eddie’s cock.

He wastes no time trying to ease Eddie back into it, in trying to be gentle. He sets a fast pace from the get go, and it’s enough to have Eddie squirming with a shout.

His right hand is still wrapped around Eddie’s neck, pressing the back of his head into the pillow below him. Now that he doesn’t have to worry about holding Eddie’s thighs in place (given that his ridiculously bulky frame manages to do that for him now) his other hand is free to do whatever he wants.

And apparently he decides the best thing he can do is to wrap it around the base of Eddie’s cock. He chooses to focus his mouth on the tip of his cock, vulgar slurping sounds filling the room, and uses his hand to pump what’s not in his mouth.

His hand moves expertly too, twisting his wrist just right and squeezing with the perfect tightness. It’s sloppy, and wet, and so unbelievably overstimulating, but he loves every fucking second of it.

He screws his eyes shut, trying his hardest to breathe. He can’t help the way his hips fuck up into Buck’s mouth, relentlessly chasing the wet heat. Buck moans when Eddie’s hips roll into his face, gagging around the sudden, unexpected intrusion. It’s only then that Eddie realises Buck’s been swallowing down the entire length of his dick without a single gag this entire time.

He’s hurtled so close to the edge so quickly that it sends him dizzy. He chokes on a gasp, then groans “close! Gonna, fuck I’m gonna cum, Buck!”

Buck doesn’t seem to care about Eddie’s rambling, but just as he’s about to let go all stimulation is gone.

Buck removes his hands from Eddie’s body entirely, unwrapping his hands from Eddie’s cock and neck. His mouth pulls off of Eddie’s dick with a slick pop and a ragged breath.

Eddie whines pathetically, sobs when he realises that Buck apparently plans to torture and edge him like this isn’t supposed to be the third of his four orgasms tonight, and subconsciously chases after the missing heat of Buck’s mouth with a stuttered roll of his hips.

Buck sends him an amused chuckle, and Eddie hopes that the tears in his eyes would be enough to convince Buck to put his mouth back on Eddie. To put his hands back on Eddie. To do anything that would help towards pushing Eddie over the edge, really.

Surely it’ll work, Buck’s always fallen for his pleading ‘sad, brown cow eyes.’ Right?

Wrong.

Shock ripples through Eddie’s entire body as Buck manhandles him. When Buck moves it’s all a blur.

He sits up on his knees, takes Eddie’s hips in his hands, and gracefully flips him over onto his front. Eddie’s face is pressed into the pillow below him, muffling the surprised moan he doesn’t realise he gives, and his arms cross over each other where they’re still bound above his head.

He fists the ropes tightly, needing something to hold onto, something to ground him.

Something akin to shame tickles his spine as Buck takes him by the hips again, this time to pull him up onto his knees. He’s unable to hold himself up properly due to his bound hands, so his chest is still pressed to the mattress. This means that he’s basically presenting his ass to Buck.

It’s such a vulnerable position, something he never imagined himself doing in a million years. It doesn’t surprise him that the first and only person he allows himself to be this vulnerable with is Buck.

His cheeks heat with shame, and he feels like his face is being practically roasted as the heat radiates off of it and gets trapped against the pillow.

“What- what are you doing? You said I was gonna cum in your mouth! I was so close!” he sobs.

Buck chuckles, but it sounds more degrading and demeaning than sympathetic. “No baby, I said you were gonna cum on my mouth. There’s a difference.” he says.

Eddie hears shuffling behind him but he can’t look back. When he tries the angle twinges his shoulder, and he’s forced to bury his face back into the plushness of the pillow below him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks, a slight bite in his tone. He’s just had an orgasm brutally ripped from him, can you blame him for being a little snippy?

Buck palms each of Eddie’s cheeks, spreads them and says “I’ll show you.”

Before Eddie can retort with what was likely going to be a bitchy comment, Buck puts his mouth back on him. Just not in the way he expects.

Instead, a stuttered “o-oh! Fuck!” is torn from his chest as Buck’s tongue laves over his hole.

He’s already stretched, having already taken Buck’s cock today, so the tip of his tongue dips slightly past his rim, and it’s fucking intoxicating. It’s wet, and hot, and firm, as he licks over it again and again, giving Eddie no time to react or pull away.

He moans into Eddie’s skin, burying his face in Eddie’s ass. His groans grow hungry, and desperate, and eventually it starts to sound like he’s trying to eat Eddie’ whole.

He wishes he fucking would.

He swaps between sinful licks and open-mouthed kisses. He feels rabid with it, shaking his head from side to side just to feel Eddie try and escape the insistent press of his tongue. Every now and then when he’s overcome with the deperate need to be inside Eddie he fucks his tongue in. That really has Eddie seeing stars.

He removes one of his hands from Eddie’s ass, but Eddie only becomes aware of this when that hand dips between his legs and wraps around his cock again.

He pumps it languidly this time, slow and sensual. The complete polar opposite from the way his mouth assaults Eddie’s hole.

The more Eddie tries to escape from the overwhelming feeling the more frustrated Buck’s moans sound. That is, however, only until Buck practically growls, then wraps his arm around Eddie’s thigh and pulls him back onto his mouth.

Oh.

Oh

Eddie hears Buck’s words echo in his head. ‘You’re going to cum for me again, this time on my mouth.’

So that’s what he meant.

He meant that Eddie was going to be a sobbing, wrecked mess as Buck ate him out like a man starved.

Fair enough.

Buck goes at him like he’s being paid to. Like this is his last meal and he wants to get as much as he can while savouring it too.

His moans sound just as pleasured as Eddie’s cut off sobs.

Eddie fucks his hips back onto Buck’s tongue, desperate to chase his touch, overstimulation be damned. He’s chasing after that third orgasm like it’s his life mission.

Buck’s answering moan has Eddie’s thighs trembling as they struggle to hold him up. His noises sound so fucking good when they’re muffled into Eddie’s skin.

He’s not sure where the begging comes from, but he’s glad it does. “Please Buck, please! I wanna cum! I’m so close, please make me cum! Please, baby! I need it! I can take it now, I promise! I’ll be good!”

His words have Buck groaning as he says “yeah baby, such a good fucking boy for me, I got you, let go for me.” His hand still pumps Eddie’s cock, working faster now and squeezing when he reaches the tip. A pearl of precum dribbles out over his fingers, and he uses it to slick the way a little more.

And Eddie’s right there. He’s right on the fucking edge, teetering on the metaphorical cliff ready to dive off head first into pure, serene pleasure.

But instead Buck practically shoves him off as his mouth takes on a mind of its own.

He presses a filthy kiss over Eddie’s hole, making a truly crude sound. Then his tongue works double time to lick every inch of his skin. With every swipe of his tongue he moves further down.

Eddie presses back against his face as he licks over his perineum, then pays special attention to his balls once again. He sucks one into his mouth, rolls his tongue over it, then does the same to the other.

Just as Eddie’s sure he’s about to cum, Buck uses his grip on Eddie’s cock to pull it back between his legs, then he sucks it down his throat.

He only gives one long suck, hollowing his cheeks as much as he can to give Eddie the most delicious pressure. He digs the tip of his tongue into the slit, collecting all the precum he can, then pulls off with a soft pop.

He groans at the salty taste on is tongue, says “fuck, can’t get enough, you taste so good baby,” and Eddie’s gone.

His vision whites out as his third orgasm hits him.

His eyes roll so far back so hard that his head starts to hurt. His legs give out completely, leaving Buck to take the brunt of his weight, though he doesn’t seem to mind.

His cock spurts strands of white onto the bed below him, a whimpered cry fighting its way from his throat only to be muffled into the fabric between his teeth. When had he bitten the pillow?

His heart’s beating erratically in his chest, like it's ready to burst through his ribcage so that he can serve it up to Buck on a silver platter.

He’s pretty sure it belongs to Buck anyway, the rest of him apparently already does.

And all the while Buck’s hand still pumps his cock, working him through it with gentle murmured praise that Eddie’s too out of it to comprehend.

It takes a second, but eventually he comes back to. He’s trembling, and Buck’s hand is gone from his cock.

He’s astounded to find that his cock hasn’t flagged in the slightest.

Which is probably a good thing, because Buck gives him no warning before he presses the tip of his weeping cock against Eddie’s winking rim.

Eddie’s not sure if the hum he lets out is startled, trepidatious, or confused, but Buck doesn’t seem to care. Doesn’t even acknowledge it really.

Instead he says, “don't worry Eds, I’ll show you just how good the pounding you’ll be getting for the rest of your life is,” then presses the entire length of his cock back into Eddie in one long, drawn out thrusts.

Eddie keens as his prostate is hit dead on.

Buck gives him no time to adjust, no time to come down from his orgasm before he sets a wild pace.

His hips slam into Eddie’s, grunts and groans following with every push inside. There’s a slapping sound as their hips meet, and it’s so unexpectedly loud that it fills the room. It echoes around in Eddie’s head, and he tries to focus on that as best he can.

Because the only other stimulation he has to focus on is currently setting his nerve ends on fire, fraying them slowly but surely.

The drag of Buck’s cock in and out of his hole is delicious. Buck’s thrusts have grown wild. His cock slips out once or twice, Buck’s desperation taking over causing him to pull out just a little too far. He grunts, almost like he’s annoyed, which means that when he inevitably pushes back in, his thrusts are harsh and biting. He nearly falls over onto Eddie’s back with the effort he puts behind them, so he has to press one between Eddie’s shoulder blades so that he has somewhere to settle his weight.

And if that means that Eddie’s chest is thoroughly pinned to the bed that’s no one’s business but Buck’s.

His other hand comes to settle in a tight grip around Eddie's hip. It’s bruising, adding marks to the mess he’s already made on Eddie’s skin. He uses it to pull Eddie back, meeting his thrusts harder each time.

Eddie’s sobbing into the pillow that’s still clenched between his teeth. He thinks he can feel the tickle of a feather on his lips, has he torn the fabric of the pillow?

He can’t think too hard about it, because he’s pulled back to the present by Buck’s voice. “God, look at your ass bouncing on it. Fucking made to take this cock, weren’t you? Tell me.”

But before he can answer there’s a sting against his ass, then a blooming heat. A crack echoes through the room, and it’s only when the sting returns again, with a repeat of the cracking sound, that Eddie realises Buck has just smacked his ass. He does it again, then squeezes a handful and uses that to pull Eddie’s hips back to meet his own.

He hopes there’s a red handprint stark against the tan skin of his cheek.

Buck groans low in his throat. “Fucking tell me!”

Eddie has to truly think about what it is Buck wants him to tell him. He’s so caught up in the pleasure. So overwhelmed by it. His head is swimming in endorphins and it’s clouded his judgement.

Eventually, he remembers what Buck had asked not 30 seconds ago, and manages to cry out, “made for it! Made to take your cock, Buck!”

A moan of approval echoes from behind him, and he gives an internal sigh of relief. He’s so glad he got that right because he does not have the brain power to try and figure out if Buck had asked him anything else.

“Yeah you were, baby. Made for my cock, all for me,” Buck repeats.

His thrusts slow, but only marginally. Eddie doesn’t have the wherewithal to question it, but cries with relief when his hands are untied. His shoulders sag with relief, and his wrists no longer sting like they had been. He hadn’t even registered the sting until it was gone, but now that relief has taken over it feels great.

His arms are trembling, and he can’t bring himself to even try and move them. But he doesn’t have to, because Buck’s quick to scoop them up himself.

He pins Eddie’s wrists to his lower back, making Eddie whimper and squirm on his cock again. He twists his wrists in a futile effort to free them, then feels warmth bloom in his chests when the tight circle of Buck’s fingers is swapped with something much better.

Buck’s fingers tangle with his own, taking them in a gentle hold. His thumb rubs back and forth against Eddie’s own. His thrusts are still strong, nailing his prostate and sending sparks of red hot pleasure hurtling up his spine. But his words and his tone are a complete 180.

He’s so soft, so gentle and loving as he says, “That’s it, baby. Taking me so well. Doing so good for me. Feel good?”

Eddie nods into the bed, words having escaped him. There are no words to do this justice anyway. No words in the English language could possibly help anyone to understand the pure euphoria settling into his bones.

He sniffles, tears rolling down his cheeks as his cock twitches. How is he so close again so quickly?

He whimpers when Buck’s hands release his, his gentle, grounding touch suddenly gone. But then Buck’s hands cup his shoulders to pull him up.

His knees threaten to give out, but it doesn’t matter because Buck’s got him.

Buck’s left hand comes up to take hold of Eddie’s neck once again, but this time it’s not in a domineering way. This time it’s to hold him steady and help to keep him grounded. Buck can feel the way Eddie’s pulse hammers in his carotid, can feel as every gasping breath makes its way from his chest, and fuck the power he has over Eddie makes him feel so good.

His other hand wraps around Eddie’s middle, keeping them pressed together as tightly as he can as he continues to fuck into him.

The change in position has Buck’s cock fucking inside of him at such a delicious angle. He gives a high pitched keen as Buck mercilessly hits his prostate again and again. He knows he should probably be embarrassed or ashamed of the words coming from his mouth, but he can’t find it in himself to shy away from the praise he sends Buck’s way.

He also can’t stop himself from throwing his hips back into Buck, meeting every one of his thrusts so that he’s fucking himself back onto Buck’s cock. “Yes! Yes, right there! So fucking big, so deep. Fucking me so good, oh my god! More! Please, more!”

Buck knows how to play Eddie’s body like it’s a siren song just waiting to be heard, and Buck’s the world's best musician.

Buck’s hips move faster, and he starts fucking into Eddie harder and harder. He’s sure the protrusion of Buck’s hipbones will leave bruises on his ass.

He welcomes it.

Buck’s chest is a stark line of heat against the length of Eddie’s back, and he finds himself seeking it out, pressing himself closer; deeper into Buck’s clutches. He’s pretty much just hanging limply, completely at Buck’s mercy as his body jolts with every inward thrust of Buck's hips.

Buck’s hips start to stutter, and Eddie gives a panicked whine. His hands come up to hold Buck’s forearm, and he doesn’t seem to realise at the moment but the hiss that falls past Buck’s lips is due to the way Eddie’s nails practically claw at his skin in desperation.

Eddie doesn’t have much brain capacity left. He’s sure it’s all melted out of his ears at this point, but he does manage to mutter two words, so he sticks to just repeating them in the hopes that Buck understands. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Buck buries his head in the crook of Eddie’s neck, shakes it ‘no’ and says “I won’t, baby. Not gonna stop.” Buck hums, presses soft kisses into every inch of skin he can reach. He moves his hand from Eddie’s waist to curl his fingers around Eddie's cock again.

He pumps Eddie’s cock in a tight fist, his hand moving so fast it’s practically a blur. Eddie whimpers at the pain, pleasure so strong from overstimulation it hurts. Then Buck whispers, "I got you, gorgeous boy. Nearly there, baby. I’m so close. You got one more for me? Gonna cum for me again? One more time?”

Eddie nods, whimpers “please, inside… please, please, need it, fill me up” under his breath, and Buck’s gone.

His hips stutter, a cut-off groan echoes in Eddie’s ears, then an overwhelming heat fills him.

Buck’s deep groans have the heat in Eddie’s stomach burning brighter and hotter with every passing second. “Fuck! I’m coming, filling you up just like you wanted, fuck Eddie!” he groans between thrusts.

His hips hitch forwards frantically, his thrusts growing sloppy and uncoordinated as he topples over the edge. Buck’s fingers tighten around Eddie’s neck, and Eddie’s not sure if Buck even realises he’s doing it, but he fucking loves it anyway.

His cock spurts where it’s buried deep inside of Eddie, pumping him full.

And even when Buck’s orgasm starts to ebb away he continues to fuck into Eddie, working him towards his own.

Buck’s cock hits his prostate with every hitch of his hips, and it sends Eddie hurtling off the edge along with him. Eddie’s throat has gone hoarse with all of his noises, but he pushes past the pain to give Buck a cut-off cry of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Cum spurts over Buck’s fingers and onto the bed below them. Eddie’s cock twitches in Buck’s fist as his last orgasm shatters him completely.

Eddie’s hands scramble to hold onto something, in dire need to ground himself because his orgasm threatens to leave him floating through the astral plane or something equally as other-worldly. He finds Buck’s forearm, still strewn across his stomach, and he’s sure he’s scratching deep, red welts into the skin, probably drawing blood. He’s not so sure Buck cares.

Buck gives a pained, but delighted sob, and Eddie thinks he feels a tear hit his shoulder. “Yeah, that’s it. That’s my boy, so pretty when you cum for me,” Buck sighs.

He tosses his head back, laying it over Buck’s shoulder as Buck groans in his ear. His hips slam into Eddie’s ass as he works himself through his own orgasm. Then, because Buck’s so overwhelmed with the way Eddie’s ass tightly squeezes around his cock, he sinks his teeth into the skin of Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie’s responding moan is more of a whimper than anything else, a choked, cut-off, pathetic sound. Then his eyes roll into the back of his head, his head spins, and everything goes black.

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Eddie struggles to blink his eyes open. They feel welded shut; heavier than ever before. It takes him a while to remember why, but when he does he feels his face heat up.

The same face that is definitely buried in the soft skin of someone’s chest. Buck’s chest.

He can hear Buck’s heart beating steadily underneath him, and he rises and falls alongside Buck’s chest with every breath he takes.

His leg is strewn across Buck’s hips, both of them still naked, with one of Buck’s palms resting on his thigh. He’s tracing mindless shapes into Eddie’s skin with gentle fingers. His other hand is doing the same on Eddie’s back, lightly scratching over every ridge of his spine.

The stickiness he’d expected to feel is strangely absent, but the sting and ache settling into his bones is definitely only just starting to emerge. It’ll 100% be worse later on, but that’s future Eddie's problem he’s sure.

For now, he listens as birds sing outside of the window, as cliche as it sounds. The room is bathed in a soft glow from the sun coming through where one of them apparently forgot to close the curtains. Buck’s skin looks golden in it.

Despite the window being cracked open every so slightly, there’s more of a breeze than he thought there would be. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out it’s coming from the industrial sized fan Buck has running in the corner of the room. Even his Buck refuses to sleep without it, and the fucking thing had cost them a small fortune so he’s glad to see it’s held up even after all these years.

He basks in the serenity for a moment, before he has to get up. Before he has to be a real, functioning member of society.

Before he has to process what the fuck just happened.

Before he has to take a long hard look at himself and admit he liked everything that just happened and what that means for him. That this future with Buck is apparently his future.

Though he doesn’t get to sit with it for long, which he supposes is a good thing. Before he can start panicking over the implications. Buck’s hand moves from his thigh to his chin, gently cupping it with two fingers to tilt his head back.

He lets Buck move him, and the breath hitches in his chest when their eyes meet. Buck sends him a soft smile, one that’s all too familiar to him. But when he sees it coming from husband Buck and not best-friend Buck, he can finally see the intent behind it. All of the intent. Because that’s not how best friends look at each other. That’s how people who are in love look at each other.

But it’s no different from the fond smiles his Buck gives him now.

“Hey, you back with me?” he asks.

Eddie feels like he’s been sucker punched in the gut with the realisation that all of this is real and not some desperate fantasy he’s concocted. But he still finds it in himself to reply with a nod of his head.

After a few more seconds of shared silence, with only a nod in reply, Buck so graciously gives him the time he needs to come back to himself, then asks “what- what…?” but can’t seem to fully articulate what he wants to ask. He’s not even sure he knows what he wants to ask.

But Buck’s always known him better than he knows himself anyway, and clarifies.

“You blacked out again. Were out quite a bit longer this time, almost had me worried. Actually, I almost wondered whether I’d wake up with my husband back,” he says.

Eddie feels an intense wave of guilt flood his system. Here he is relishing the time he gets to spend laying here, soaking up unconditional love from his best friend, while that same best friend misses his husband.

“Sorry, I’ll-” he starts, trying to find it in himself to move. He starts to sit up, but a painful twinge lights up his lower back and has him laying his head back on Buck’s chest.

Before he can try to move again, Buck shakes his head ‘no’, then says, “don’t be sorry, I’m glad.”

Eddie raises a confused brow in return. “You’re… glad? That I’m here, instead of your husband?” he asks.

Buck nods, his smile still fond as he says, “yeah. I did quite the number on you. Sending you back without giving you aftercare would give you a shitty impression of what your future looks like. And in this house we don’t half-ass aftercare. Especially when one of us gets fucked like you just did.”

He’s so cavalier with his words, so nonchalant as he talks about the way Eddie just got fucked. Wait-

“O-one of us? You get fucked too?” he asks.

Buck chuckles, his eyes closing for a split second as he nods. “Yeah, of course I do! You’ve got such a nice dick, Eds. As if I wouldn’t have you put it to work.”

Eddie feels his face flame at the compliment, and Buck’s words fry his brain so badly that he can’t even begin to mutter up a response. Instead, he simply turns to bury his face back in Buck’s chest, hiding his embarrassment and avoiding eye contact at all costs.

Thankfully, Buck seems happy to let him hide for the moment, and goes back to tracing shapes into Eddie’s skin as he speaks.

“Do you wanna know the plan?” he asks.

Eddie frowns, then asks, “the plan?”

“Yup, for what’s about to happen.”

Eddie takes a second to think about it, then asks, “do I usually wanna know the plan?”

“Sometimes. Sometimes, when you’re more out of it, you just go with the flow and let me work. If I do something you don’t like you just tell me. If there’s something specific you want you ask and we do it,” he says.

Buck must sense that his words leave Eddie a little stunned, because he gives another gentle laugh, then explains, “trust me, getting you to ask for what you want took years of hard work, don’t go back on all of that now, baby.”

Eddie nods, smiles, then turns to bury that smile in the smooth skin of Buck’s chest. “No. Don’t- don’t tell me. Just do it,” he says.

“You sure?” he asks.

Eddie nods, then murmurs a breathless “yeah” in reply as he imagines all of the things they could possibly be about to do. He’s never really received aftercare from someone, always being the one to dole it out to people who weren’t particularly bothered in the first place.

But now he’s with Buck, Buck who’s always been particular and methodical in his care for Eddie.

He knows he’s about to get the best aftercare of his life, whether he asks for specifics or not.

Buck nods, presses a gentle kiss to Eddie’s hair, then starts moving. He sits them both up, rubbing over the base of Eddie’s spine when he gives a gentle hiss at the pain that shoots through him. His ass is so sore, how will he ever recover?

Buck sets him up against the headboard, then reaches into the mini fridge they apparently keep next to their (their) bed.

When he sits back up he’s got 2 bottles of water, and a pack of Eddie’s favourite- besides Buck’s homemade- cookies. He tries to hand them both to Eddie, but Eddie’s arms aren’t co-operating. When he tries to take the bottle from Buck his hands are shaking so much that the water inside sloshes around.

Before he can even think about opening it, Buck takes it back from him with a gentle tug and opens it for him. “I am not letting you spill a full bottle of water in the bed I intend to stay in for the rest of the day. I may be changing the sheets, but I cannot change a soaked mattress.”

Eddie huffs, “I was not going to spill it.”

Buck raises a disbelieving brow at him, and all he can do is pout in response. Buck is 100% right but he can’t let him know that. Instead, he rolls his eyes as Buck helps him drink.

He gulps the fresh water down, sighing at the soothing relief the cold gives his throat. He hadn’t realised just how scratchy his throat had become from all of his screaming.

But, of course, they’re both idiots, so Buck pours the bottle a little too much, and Eddie wasn’t expecting to be water-boarded this morning, so droplets trickle from the corner of his mouth down over his chin. Buck pulls the bottle back with a laugh and a small, half-assed apology.

Then he can feel Buck’s eyes on him, following the water as it rolls down Eddie’s neck, over his collarbone and onto his chest. Eddie brings his hand up to wipe it away, hating the wet feeling on his face. When his eyes dart back up to Buck he scoffs. “Perv.”

Buck’s eyes snap back up to meet Eddie’s, shock and amusement dancing in the brilliant blue. He smiles, then says “you’re in my husband's body, I’m allowed to look.”

Eddie’s voice is dripping with sarcasm when he replies, “uh-huh, sure.”

Buck chooses not to dignify such an attitude with response, and holds the bottle out to pass it to Eddie now that his hands aren’t shaking. Eddie shakes his head ‘no’, “I’m good, man. You have some.”

Buck then shakes his head no, and says, “you lost a lot of fluids this morning, Eds.”

But Eddie once again waves him off. He’s not sure why he’s arguing, it’s not that deep, but there’s something inside his head niggling at him, telling him not to listen. “Don’t want anymore.”

Buck rethrusts the bottle in Eddie’s direction. “Eddie, c’mon, you need some more,” he says, trying to be the voice of reason.

Eddie doesn’t care for ‘reason’. Apparently, he lives to be petty. “No, I don’t.” he says, crossing his arms over his chest.

Buck sighs, shakes the bottle in Eddie’s face like drawing his attention to it will suddenly have him desperate for a drink. “You barely drank any.”

Eddie shrugs, then says, “You haven't drank any?”

Buck’s face drops a little. Then all traces of humour and confusion melt away. Only a surprising level of sternness reflects back at Eddie, with a determined look in his eyes daring Eddie to defy him again. “Eddie. Drink it. Now.”

Eddie’s heart thunders in his chest, and he can feel the heat blooming in his cheeks again.

With a put-out sigh he takes the bottle from Buck’s outstretched hand and starts drinking.

He nearly chokes and splutters around it when Buck says, “good boy,” and starts drinking some of his own.

Buck rests his arm over the headboard behind Eddie’s shoulders. He gently pulls Eddie closer until he’s leant into Buck’s side. Butterflies swarm Eddie’s stomach, and he feels a rush of giddy excitement as Buck’s hand comes up to gently card his fingers through his hair.

His head rests on Buck’s shoulder, and a gentle sigh escapes him as he nuzzles in closer.

“I know I said I don’t want to know the plan, and I know you’ve cleaned me up a bit, but please tell me a shower is in our future? I still feel sticky,” he says.

Buck nods with a soft chuckle. “That’s first on the agenda,” he says, pressing another soft kiss to the top of Eddie’s head.

They sit in comfortable silence then. They share a few cookies between them, trying their best not to spill crumbs onto the sheets. Buck gets a smear of chocolate on his top lip, which Eddie wipes away.

And if Eddie sucks his finger into his mouth to taste the chocolate from Buck’s skin, that’s no one's business but his and Buck’s.

When they’re done, Buck puts their near empty bottles on the bedside table, then starts moving.

Buck helps him shuffle until he’s sat on the edge of the bed, his feet barely grazing the floor, before he’s gone. Buck stands, and Eddie mourns the loss of his touch for all of five seconds as he rounds the bed. When he makes it to Eddie’s side, Eddie expects maybe a hand up.

Instead, Buck kneels in front of him, and gently wraps Eddie’s arms around his neck. Then, with both of them still naked mind you, he tucks his hands under Eddie’s thighs, and promptly hauls his ass up like he’s not 6ft and 200+ lbs.

Eddie’s not sure what the sound that escapes his mouth would be classed as, but it was certainly undignified. Buck would argue it was a squeal of shocked delight.

Eddie would tell him to shut the fuck up.

He flails a little as he’s lifted, then scrambles to hold onto Buck by his shoulders.

Buck wraps Eddie’s legs around his waist, then holds him by his bare ass as he starts making his way to the bathroom. Eddie has to hide a groan into the skin of Buck’s shoulder as his bare cock brushes against Buck’s lower stomach.

Eddie stutters as he speaks, his face burning a bright red. “Uh, I can walk ya know.”

Bucks responding grin can be described as nothing but cheeky, and mischievous. “ Oh I’m aware, but my husband is a spoiled princess and loves to be carried around, even if he won’t admit it.”

Eddie scoffs, but knows there’s no use denying it. Buck knows when he’s lying there’s no point in even trying.

Buck sets him down in the shower, and makes sure he’s not going to fall before he steps away. Eddie winces as a slight sting shoots up his spine from between his legs. His legs tremble as they hold his weight.

Buck presses an unbelievably soft kiss to his pink cheek, then turns to start the water. It’s way too hot in the middle of June for them to even try and attempt to sit in a bath of hot water right now. Especially if both of them got in at the same time.

Buck sets the water to lukewarm, then adjusts them so that Eddie’s the one beneath the spray. He shivers as the water cascades down his back, and keeps a hand on each of Buck’s biceps to hold himself steady.

…no other reason.

He closes his eyes as his head is tipped back by Buck’s fingers on his chin. The falling water wets his hair, a soothing chill on his scalp.

He moves his hands to hold Buck’s waist as his arms come up. Buck wordlessly sets about washing his hair. It's a shampoo Eddie’s never used before, never even seen before actually. It smells nice as Buck works it through his hair, fruity almost. He squints an eye open to get a look at the bottle, frowning when he sees ‘apple and cherry burst’ as the scent. He’s not so sure he’s ever seen the two scents paired together, but he likes it so he’s not going to complain.

Buck knocks him on the side of the head, tutting before he says, “close your eyes before I get shampoo in them, dumbass.”

Eddie grumbles but does as he’s told. Buck’s fingers work diligently to give Eddie what might be the most soothing head massage he’s ever received. It’s so soothing, in fact, that with his eyes closed he starts to feel tired.

He sways a little, his head tipping forward to rest his forehead on Buck’s collarbone with a hum.

Buck’s fingers slow to a stop, then his hand simply holds the back of Eddie’s head. He rubs his thumb in soothing circles just behind Eddie’s ear, then gently sways them back and forth. “You okay, baby?”

Eddie nods into Buck’s skin, then hums. “Yeah, just tired.”

Buck speaks softly, amusement lacing his voice as he says “I’m not surprised. We went pretty hard.”

Eddie pulls back to raise a brow at him, “We? Who’s we? I seem to remember lying there barely even able to move. You were the one with no self control,” he remarks, tipping his head back to rinse the shampoo from it.

Buck snorts a laugh, “oh baby, I had plenty of self control. I knew exactly what I was doing.” He helps rinse the suds from Eddie’s hair as he talks.

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Eddie says, not a hint of seriousness in his voice. Once all the suds are rinsed from his hair, Buck guides him forwards, slightly out of the stream.

Eddie’s eyes flutter open, only to catch Buck smirking and wiggling his brows at him. “Afraid of, or excited for?” he asks.

Eddie rolls his eyes but Buck’s smile is infectious, and he can’t help but return it. “...both.”

Glee radiates from Buck as he lathers a washcloth in soap. “Knew it, you’re obsessed with me.”

Before he can retort Buck slaps the washcloth into his chest and starts rubbing it in circles. Buck watches on entranced as bubbles foam up on Eddie’s skin. Eddie’s eyes dart all over Buck’s face, taking in the expressions on his face as he gently cleans Eddie.

He wipes over his shoulders, then down the length of his arms. Eddie watches as Buck cleans the sweat and dried cum from Eddie’s abs.

His eyes dart down to watch Buck’s hands, but instead all he can focus on is the marks littered all over him.

There are finger shaped bruises on his calves, his thighs and his hips. Hickeys cover the majority of the inside of his thighs and over the ‘v’ of his hips. The bruises become few and far between, but there are still a couple scattered over his torso. He can’t see his neck or his shoulder, but he knows there are bite marks there.

The sight of all Buck’s marks on his skin has his cock twitching with a valiant effort to get hard again. It’s useless, he’s completely spent, but Buck still giggles when he sees it.

“Really? You wanna go again? Four not enough?” he asks sarcastically.

“No, was thinking we should try for six,” he replies, squeezing Buck’s waist.

Buck nods, but the glint in his eyes tells Eddie he’s about to say something stupid. “Whore.”

Eddie guffaws, faux offence in his voice. He raises a brow, then smacks Buck in the back of the head. “Idiot. Swap, your turn,” he says.

They shuffle around, trying to swap places without tripping. They manage it, barely, and it’s now Buck’s turn to tip his head back to wet his curls.

Buck hands him a bottle from the lip of the tub. It’s bright pink, and says ‘Boucleme’ on it. “Why did we not use this fancy shit on me?” he asks, turning the bottle over in his hands to inspect it.

“Oh, I’m sorry Princess, did you want to enhance your non-existent curls?” he asks.

Eddie purses his lips but doesn’t say anything. Instead he starts lathering shampoo into Buck’s hair. Buck closes his eyes with a happy sigh, a gentle smile taking over his face.

He’s so fucking beautiful.

“Ya know, I’m glad you started looking after your hair. The curls suit you,” he says.

Buck blinks an eye open, then tenderly cups Eddie’s face. He pulls him close, and presses a loving kiss to his forehead. Eddie closes his eyes in bliss, soaking up the affection.

Buck pulls away with a gentle ‘mwah’ and sends him the most fond smile he’s ever seen. “You told me that on our wedding day. Then you ran your hand through my hair, made it stick up and ruined every one of our photos,” he says.

Eddie’s responding laugh is regretfully more of a giggle. Buck smiles brightly in response, then says “don’t laugh! Pepa has never let me live it down!”

Eddie laughs even harder with the admission, hiding his face in Buck’s shoulder as his own shake with cackles. “It’s not funny, Eds!”

“Can I see?” he asks, pulling away to smile up at his husband.

Buck sighs, exasperated but fond. “See what?”

“Our photos. From our wedding. Can I see them?” he asks, excitement building in his chest.

Buck nods, “course you can. Let’s hurry up and get out before the water goes cold,” he says.

Eddie helps him rinse his hair. He has Buck tip his head back and starts massaging the suds out. He watches as they swirl down the drain, but furrows his brow when he sees stubborn bubbles clinging to Buck’s hairline.

He’s not far enough under the water to wash them away, so Eddie places a hand on his chest and gently pushes him further back.

Only he misjudges how much further Buck needs to be and pushes him a little too far.

Buck coughs and splutters as the water flows over his face unexpectedly. Eddie’s eyes widen with surprise, but he tries not to laugh directly in Buck's face. That would be distasteful.

Buck steps back forward after the sudden shock. His cheeks have gone red from his coughing.

Buck’s being truly dramatic as he brings a hand up to wipe the water from his eyes, which are now also red like his cheeks. He blinks them in an overly obnoxious manner, continuing to cough around nothing.

“You’re waterboarding me!” He says, practically shouting.

Eddie scoffs, goes back to massaging shampoo from his hair, and says “stop being so dramatic, Buckley.”

Buck shakes his head, “not Buckley.”

“What do you mean?” Eddie says after a moment, confused.

Buck brings his left hand up and wiggles his fingers in Eddie’s face. The gold of his ring glimmers. “I’m not a Buckley anymore. We’re married, remember? I’m a Díaz now, put some respect on my name,” he says.

Eddie's heart stutters in his chest. “You- you took my name?” He asks.

Bucks eyes fill with that familiar fondness once again. “Yeah, thought we should have the same initials,” he shrugs, tapping his finger against his pec.

Eddie frowns in confusion, then looks to where Buck’s pointing. That’s when he notices the new ink on his chest.

It’s a simple E.D., right above his heart.

Eddie smooths his thumb over the tattoo as though he could wipe it away. Eddie's eyes suddenly fill with tears. He’s quick to wipe them away before they can fall, then coughs to hide a sniffle.

“You got your own initials tattooed? Quite conceited of you, Buck,” Sarcasm laces his voice, but his words still sound wet around the emotion logging his throat.

Buck rolls his eyes, places his hand on Eddie’s waist and pulls him closer.

“Our initials. Yours, really.” He clarifies.

Eddie nods, then says, “c’mon, let’s hurry up. I wanna get out and see pictures of the day you became a Díaz. Legally, anyway. You’ve always been a Díaz to me.” He says.

Buck looks down with a bashful smile, and Eddie immediately needs to know what that’s about.

He, of course, pesters him until he answers. His voice is a whisper when he says “that was in your vows,” with a shrug.

Eddie shakes his head in disbelief. “God I’m such a sappy bastard.”

He reaches for the washcloth to return the favour, but Buck refuses with a shake of his head and takes it from his hands.

“Why not?” he asks.

“Because you came four times, I only came once. I will definitely get hard- well, harder than I am- if you touch me and you don’t have it in you to go another round yet,” he says.

At Buck’s admission Eddie finds his eyes darting down to his dick, which is in fact half-hard.

It’s then that he fully takes into account the state of Buck's body.

He too is covered in marks, but Eddie knows he didn’t have the chance to put any of those there himself. They’re all in various stages of healing, yellows, greens and blues dotted around his body.

His face burns when he realises he’s staring shamelessly, and he looks away while Buck cleans himself up.

When they’re done they step out of the shower together. Buck has to offer a helping hand so Eddie doesn’t stumble. Then Buck grabs their towels and wraps them around their waists.

The towels that have their fucking names embroidered on them.

‘Eddie Diaz’ is sewn into the bottom of his in beautiful loopy writing.

‘Evan Diaz’ is at the bottom of Buck’s.

When Eddie sees the golden thread he raises a questioning brow. Buck shrugs, takes his hand to guide him to the bedroom, and explains. “They were a wedding present,” he says.

“From who?” Eddie asks, making his way on unsteady legs back to the bed.

“Hen and Karen. We got them matching ones back for their anniversary.”

We. Because Buck and Eddie now buy joint presents from both of them for their family. Because they come as one. Because they’re a unit.

Because they’re married.

Buck digs through the dresser, pulling out two pairs of basketball shorts. Then he goes to put them on the bed and freezes.

“Shit, I need to change the covers,” he curses, moving towards a cupboard at the far end of the room.

He begins rifling through, then pulls out fresh bedding.

Eddie dries himself off and watches Buck as he works. The muscles of his back flex, and his biceps seem to bulge as he slightly lifts the mattress to tuck the corners of the sheet under it.

Eddie wants to get his mouth on them.

The dirty sheets are tossed in the corner of the room, left on the floor in front of the laundry basket.

Eddie rolls his eyes as Buck ignores the mess he makes.

He can already tell it’s a common occurrence for him.

Once the bed is made Buck turns back to face Eddie, where he promptly freezes. His eyes rove over Eddie’s body, looking him up and down slowly. His mouth drops open slightly and Eddie’s pretty sure he starts breathing faster too.

Because Eddie’s drying himself off.

He’s unwrapped the towel from around his waist and is currently using it to dry his hair. Which means he’s naked, and somehow half-hard again, and standing shamelessly in the middle of the room.

He lets the towel fall to hand around his neck and over his shoulders, then tilts his head to the side with as much faux innocence as he can muster.

“What?” he asks, standing with his hands on his hips.

Buck’s eyes snap up to meet his. Eddie gasps when he sees that they’re darkened with hunger.

Buck’s across the room before Eddie can blink.

His own towel falls as he walks, and Eddie gulps when he sees his cock’s starting to fill out again. As soon as he makes it to Eddie his hands come up to cup his jaw and tilt his head back. His mouth meets Eddie’s in a desperate kiss as he slams into him, and he immediately starts walking Eddie backwards until his back meets the wall.

Eddie grunts at the impact, then has the startling realisation that this is the first time Buck’s kissed him properly.

His heart beats wildly in his chest, and he has to bury his hands in Buck’s hair to keep himself standing. Buck sucks Eddie’s bottom lip with a deep groan, pinching it between his teeth before pulling on it as he pulls away. Eddie whimpers at the sting, and as soon as Buck releases his lips he lunges forward to reconnect them.

Buck’s head tilts from side to side as he continues to ravish him, his hands eventually moving from Eddie’s jaw. His left wraps around Eddie’s waist, pulling him in as close as he can get. The other grips his thigh in a bruising grip so that he can pull it up and over Buck’s hip.

The new position leaves Eddie’s cock to brush against Buck’s with every move they make. The painful pleasure from it has Eddie whimpering into Buck’s mouth, scratching at his scalp as he tries to get a better grip to ground himself. He ends up pulling Buck’s hair. He goes to pull back to apologise, but Buck moans deeply and turns the kiss even filthier.

Their tongues tangle together, wrestling in Eddie’s mouth with wet smacking sounds. Spit connects their lips every time they pull apart to readjust. They refuse to come up for air, and the oxygen deprivation has Eddie feeling dizzy. It’s such an intoxicating feeling that when Buck relents and comes up for a breath Eddie’s quick to pull him back in with a displeased whine.

There’s an excited drop in his stomach as Buck towers over him, a warmth flooding his chest as Buck crowds him against the wall. He feels lightheaded, high, like he’s floating, and he can’t get enough. His hips give a sinful roll of their own volition, chasing friction against Buck’s.

The contact has Buck practically growling into Eddie’s mouth, before he reciprocates with an equally filthy grind of his hips into Eddie’s.

Eddie’s left hand comes down from Buck’s hair, steadying himself against Buck’s chest. He takes a handful of skin in his palm, squeezing Buck’s pecks like they’re tits. Buck’s response is to bite Eddie’s lip, then he moves back until their lips are only brushing.

Eddie’s left heaving deep breaths to try and get his breathing back under control. The sudden lack of contact has him whining. He tries to chase after him, to get Buck’s mouth back on his own, but Buck pins him back against the wall. His eyes shine with awe as he looks into Eddie’s own.

“God, I love you,” he says, his voice no louder than a whisper.

It’s the first time Eddie’s heard it, in this context at least, and it has his breath hitching in his chest again. He looks back and forth between both of Buck’s eyes, like he’s trying to find the lie, the deception in them. When he finds nothing his eyes widen with such a soft look in them that Buck’s left practically swooning.

Eddie goes to reply, opens his mouth and is about to get the first syllable out, actually, but Buck stops him. He shakes his head, pulls Eddie’s bottom lip down with his thumb and lets it go to watch on mesmerised as it bobs back into place.

“Don’t say it back, the first time you say it should be to him,” he says.

Eddie nods, happy to do as he’s told, then Buck starts kissing down Eddie’s neck with renewed vigour. A strangled sound of pure pleasure is torn from Eddie’s throat as Buck sucks on one of the marks he made earlier. The sting is fucking delightful.

Eddie feels Buck’s cock hard against his stomach. “Let me make it two,” he whispers, his hand starting a torturous trail down Buck’s body. He lightly traces every ridge, every bump of Buck’s torso, trying his best to commit the planes of his body to memory.

Buck groans into his neck, then nods. “I’m not gonna last very long,” he mutters.

Eddie hums, then wraps his hand around Buck’s hard cock. Buck gives a startled “ah-!” and his hips jerk forward into Eddie’s grip involuntarily.

“Good, I never got to see your face when you came. I hardly think that’s fair,” he whines. Eddie sets a relentless pace from the get go.

His hand works over the length of Buck’s cock with a quickened pace. Buck groans and moans and whines into his neck, and Eddie feels his head swim from the power rush he feels.

He strokes from base to tip, rubbing his thumb in delicious little circles over the frenulum.

“Baby, baby, baby,” Buck groans, seemingly lost for words. Knowing that he has the power to reduce Buck to something as mindless as this has him elated.

Eddie twists his wrist on every upstroke. The angle is a little off, and Buck’s standing so close to him that there’s very little room between them to move. But he still manages to set a beautiful pace.

“Feel good, Buck?” he asks, squeezing in the way he likes, hoping it feels good for Buck too. His responding groan is enough of an answer for Eddie, but Buck still nods frantically.

Buck’s hand lets go of Eddie’s thigh, letting Eddie return to standing on two feet, so that he can slam his hand into the wall beside Eddie’s head, holding himself up as he sways further into his body.

Eddie decides he should get to add to the already healing marks littering Buck’s skin, and brings his lips down to suck at the space where Buck’s neck meets his shoulder. Buck keens when Eddie digs his teeth in ever so slightly, and his hips start thrusting into Eddie’s hand.

“That’s it, baby. Use my hand to get yourself off, show me how you like it,” he says, his other hand twirling one of Buck’s curls around his finger.

Buck gives a choked-off whine, and his hips falter with every thrust. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groans, pressing himself closer to Eddie.

Eddie soaks up the contact, his skin feeling like it’s on fire everywhere Buck’s touching. Which is basically his entire body.

“Yeah? Good, baby, never got to see your face when you came in me. Wanna see it now,” he says, using his grip on Buck’s hair to pull him out from his hiding space in Eddie’s neck.

Buck’s face is slushed a pretty pink, his pupils completely blown. He’s the picture of unfiltered pleasure.

The second they make eye contact, Eddie gives a particularly delicious squeeze of his hand over the tip of Buck’s cock, and he’s gone.

His face scrunches up with a bitten back groan. His eyes roll into the back of his head, and his hips stutter viciously into Eddie’s hand. It knocks him a little, his strokes losing their rhythm, but Buck doesn’t seem to mind.

His mouth drops open a little too, a sharp intake of breath is pulled through his parted lips to fuel his devastated groan. Then he starts muttering, repeating “Eddie, Eddie, fuck Eddie!” over and over again like a prayer.

Eddie’s never seen or heard a more beautiful person in his life.

Buck’s cock kicks in his hand, then Eddie feels warmth splatter into his skin.

When he looks down between them, he sees the way Buck’s cock twitches as spurt after spurt of cum shoots onto Eddie, staining his skin. It dribbles over his fingers, making a complete mess of his hand. And his navel is covered in Buck’s spend, some even landing on Eddie’s cock.

He watches Buck’s cum drip down the length of his cock, and his eyes roll into the back of his head with a whine. It’s so fucking erotic.

He keeps moving his hand, keeps stroking his cock to work Buck through his orgasm. He makes sure to whisper words of praise like Buck had done for him, talking him through it until he’s spent.

Buck rests his forehead against Eddie’s. They’re so close that when they breathe they’re sharing the same air. It takes Buck a second, a second that they spend in serene shared silence, before his breathing is back under control.

Eddie eventually lets go of Buck’s cock, letting his hand fall to his side. Buck pulls back slightly so that there’s a little more room between them, then takes Eddie’s wrist and brings his hand up to his face.

Then Buck locks eyes with Eddie, makes sure he’s watching, and sucks one of Eddie’s cum covered fingers into his mouth. He pulls off with a pop, then sticks his tongue out to clean him up.

Eddie chokes around nothing as Buck laves at his fingers. Eddie feels warmth flood his stomach, a burning heat building behind his navel as Buck presses the flat of his tongue between Eddie’s fingers and licks like he did when he was eating him out.

Buck groans low in his throat, and Eddie has to press his weight back against the wall to stop his legs from giving out underneath him.

When Eddie’s hand is clean(ish) Buck smirks at the hungry look in Eddie’s eyes.

Then he looks down between them, and swipes his thumb through the cum on Eddie’s lower stomach. He brings that up to Eddie’s mouth, and gently smears it over his lower lip. It glistens with the wetness.

Eddie’s not sure what takes over him, but when Buck pulls his thumb away Eddie sucks his own lip into his mouth, groaning as salt bursts across his tongue. Buck’s eyes are still alight with hunger, and Eddie watches as he reaches down again. But when he sees that Buck’s hand doesn’t seem to stop at the splatter of cum on his skin, instead reaching for his hard cock, Eddie’s quick to grab his wrist to stop him.

“If you even think of touching my cock right now I’ll kill you dead, Buck.” He says.

Buck chuckles, then nods and holds his hands up in surrender. “Fair enough,” he says.

Eddie reaches up to run his fingers through Buck’s hair, gently tucking a curl back so that he can lean in and press a tender kiss over his birthmark.

Buck catches Eddie’s arm in a gentle grasp, then brings it down so that it’s at eye level. “We need to get something on this,” he says, kissing the skin of Eddie’s wrist.

His brows pull down into a frown, and his eyes instinctively dart to the wrist in Buck’s hold, then to the other over Buck’s shoulder. It’s then that he takes note of how red they are; scratched and rubbed raw by the ropes that bound them.

He feels a shy smile pull at his lips. “I guess I fought to get out a little too hard, huh?” He asks.

Buck smiles and presses more gentle kisses to the sore skin. “Just a little, but it’s okay. I got something for it,” he says.

Eddie opens his mouth, about to argue that it’s fine, it’ll heal on its own, he doesn't need anything, when Buck stops him.

“I like taking care of you. It’s my job, so shut up and lay down so I can have a look at your wrists.” He argues, his lips brushing against Eddie’s with his every word.

Eddie bluescreens just a little, then nods. “O-okay,” he says, his voice practically a whisper.

Buck takes Eddie’s hand, steps back, and guides him over to sit on the end of the bed. He picks Eddie’s towel up from where it had fallen from his shoulders, and wipes away at the remaining cum on his skin.

Then he grabs the shorts he’d pulled out, pulls his own on, and kneels in front of Eddie to pull them up his legs, guiding one foot in at a time. A flush of embarrassment overtakes Eddie’s face as Buck dresses him.

“You know I can do this part, right? I’ve been dressing myself for 34 years now.” He says, but makes no move to stop Buck.

Buck tilts his head up to pout at him. “I know, but what kind of husband would I be if I left you to do it when I know bending over must be a little painful right now.”

Eddie opens his mouth to get a rebuttal, to argue or something. But before he can, Buck gently takes his jaw in hand, leans in and slots their lips together again.

It’s feather-light this time. The hunger from before is gone, instead replaced with tenderness. Bucks lips are pillowy soft, warm and loving as he sucks Eddie’s bottom lip between his own.

It’s a simple, gentle kiss, but it still manages to catch Eddie off guard. His breath catches in his chest, and his eyes instinctively shut. He takes the moment to relish in Buck’s affection. His fingers wrap around Buck’s wrist to hold him close. He sighs, happiness practically seeping from his pores.

They pull apart, and Buck gently nudges their noses together before Eddie’s eyes slowly flutter open.

Then Buck pulls back and reaches into the bedside drawer, coming back with a tube of cream. Eddie doesn’t pay attention to what it is, doesn’t even try to make out a name. He simply watches as Buck delicately lathers the raw skin in the cream.

It’s cold, and soothing, and Buck’s level of care for him has his heart pounding.

When Buck’s done he lets go of Eddie’s wrist, then squeezes more cream onto the pad of his fingers. Eddie’s confused for a moment, until Buck reaches forward and starts to apply some to the bite mark on his neck.

His touch stings, and when he flinches away with a slight hiss Buck’s quick to apologise. “Sorry baby, sorry.” he says, making quick work of finishing up.

When he’s done he pulls away to inspect his work. He must be happy with what he sees because he tosses the cream back into the drawer and swaps it with something else. Eddie doesn’t see what it is, but he also doesn’t care to ask.

Then he stands and offers Eddie a hand. “Come on, let’s get comfy again,” he says.

Eddie takes his hand and allows Buck to help pull him onto his feet. Buck practically manhandles him into a better position on the bed.

Buck lays Eddie on his stomach, his head resting on his folded arms, then moves to straddle Eddie’s thighs.

Eddie scoffs a laugh, looks back over his shoulder, and asks “taking a few liberties, aren’t we?” he asks.

Buck hums, then pops the cap on the bottle he’d swapped the cream with. “You love my liberties,” he says. Eddie rolls his eyes, then decides to let Buck take the wheel. He closes his eyes, rests his head back on his arms.

After a second, he feels Buck’s warm, calloused hands on his back. They’re wet; Eddie thinks it might be a massage oil.

Buck’s hands dig gently into the muscle of his shoulders, and start massaging him. It’s so relieving as Buck massages the knots in his muscles, working to loosen them. Eddie groans in delight, muffling his noises into the pillow.

The smell of the oil fills the room, replacing the scent of sex that lingered. Eddie thinks it’s vanilla, because it starts to smell like Buck’s cookies pretty quickly.

Buck’s thumbs work in circles, moving down his back on either side of his spine. Eddie winces when Buck gets to a particularly rough spot on his lower back, but eventually it starts to feel nice.

“Fuck, that’s good.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.” Eddie replies, his voice trailing off quieter. He starts to feel lighter, his eyes starting to feel heavier.

He presses little kisses over Eddie’s shoulders. “Are you falling asleep, Eds?” Buck asks, humour in his words.

Eddie shakes his head, but it’s sluggish. “No, I’m jus’ resting my eyes,” he murmurs.

“Mhmm. That’s what you tell our daughter approximately 10 seconds before you’re snoring,” he says, going back to massaging. He starts on Eddie’s arms now. Eddie feels like he’s sinking into the bed.

Eddie freezes, then opens his eyes and scans Buck’s face for any hint of a lie. He finds none, but he still asks, “We have a daughter?”

Buck’s smile is gorgeous, and fond, as he thinks of her. Pride fills his eyes. Then he nods, “Yeah, she’s eight.”

Eddie’s mind wanders. He imagines a little girl with Buck’s blue eyes and beautiful curls, just like Chris. She’s cute as a button, and pulling on Eddie’s heartstrings. He’s not even sure he’s imagining her right, but just the idea of her is everything to him.

Buck’s hands leave his skin, and he moves to sit next to him against the headboard. Eddie does the same, sitting shoulder to shoulder with him. Then Buck reaches to the other side of the bed, grabs something and thrusts it in his face.

He blinks to clear his vision, and is greeted with the sight of a phone.

Buck’s phone.

Eddie focuses on the lockscreen. There he finds Buck and Eddie, standing side by side. Their smiles are bright, so bright Buck’s eyes are practically closed.

Between them stands Chris, taller and older than Eddie’s used to. He’s a man now, in his twenties, and rolling his eyes. Just like his Buck.

In front of Buck stands Theo. No longer the adorable 4 year old Eddie’s just met, but a teen. The same age as Eddie’s Chris. He’s giggling about something, his smile exactly the same as Buck’s.

And there, on Eddie’s hip, is a beautiful little girl.

Some of Eddie’s imagination was right. She has the most striking blue eyes he’s ever seen, definitely Buck’s. And she does have little ringlets cascading down her back, but they’re not the golden blonde Eddie had expected.

They’re chocolatey brown. Like Eddie’s

And her skin is tan. Like Eddie’s.

And her adorable little smile is just like Eddie’s.

He has no idea who’s she is biologically, if she even is biologically theirs. But he doesn’t care, because she’s theirs. She’s Bucks, and Eddie’s, together.

They have a daughter.

He doesn’t realise he’s crying until Buck moves the phone away to gently wipe his tears.

Buck’s voice shakes when he asks, “hey, you okay? Was this… too much? Have I scared you off?”

Eddie shakes his head and gives a wet chuckle. “God no, I’m just thinking about the next ten years of my life; I’m so excited. I mean, she’s perfect. They’re perfect, and they’re ours. Look at our family.” he says, taking the phone to turn the screen back on.

He can’t stop staring at it.

“When do we swap back?” he asks.

Buck presses a kiss to his temple, then says “tonight. You swap back tonight, baby.”

When Eddie’s smile widens with excitement, Buck nudges his shoulder with his own and asks “Why? Eager to get started?”

Eddie nods.

Then Buck takes note of the wicked glint in his eye.

Because Eddie’s not just excited to get started on their family.

He’s excited to use everything he’s learnt today to torture Buck for the rest of their lives.

In a good way, of course.

Buck nudges him again, this time a little harder. “Hey now, don’t go getting too excited! I have a few tricks up my sleeve too, what do you think past me is currently doing?” he asks.

Eddie pauses, then turns to him with wide eyes. “Wait, s-so-“

He doesn’t have the words to continue. Buck’s wicked smirk is blinding as he pulls Eddie into his lap so they're sitting chest to chest. Eddie flushes as their noses brush.

Buck looks between Eddie’s lips and his eyes, then asks “Where do you think future you is?”

Eddie hadn’t considered it before, but he thinks about it now. “- he’s with my you?” he asks.

Buck gets a faraway look in his eyes, like he’s remembering something. He bites his lip, then nods. “Uh-huh, and he’s having a lot of fun with me, trust me I remember it well.”

Eddie suddenly feels shy under Buck’s gaze. The flush on his cheeks darkens when Buck says “God, sometimes I miss having you like this.”

Eddie frowns, tilts his head to the side and asks “like what.”

Buck motions to all of Eddie, sitting pretty l=in his lap like that’s answer enough. When Eddie is still clearly confused Buck rolls his eyes and says, “sweet, shy.”

“Am I not sweet to you anymore?” He asks, pouting like the thought hurts him. Like the possibility that he’s not being the best husband 24/7 is physically painful. As if it were possible for Eddie to be anything other than perfect

Buck’s quick to reassure him. “Of course you are, honey. You’re just also a little brat most of the time. But you’re still naive enough for me to play with so I let the attitude slide most of the time.”

Eddie gasps, and his cock kicks in interest at his words. Buck must feel it, because he looks Eddie’s body up and down, then snickers at him. His hands start making his way up from Eddie’s knees to his inner thighs. “Always insatiable, huh baby?”

Eddie shakes his head, feeling that familiar heat coiling in his groin. “No. I can’t cum again Buck,” he says.

Buck pouts, but it’s filled with such fake concern that Eddie’s heart thumps a little harder in his chest. “Oh sweetie, we’ve already established that I know how many times you can cum, and that if I tell you to cum you will.”

He takes Eddie’s wrists in his hands, then pins them to the base of his spine. With his hands trapped against his lower back Eddie can’t do anything but squirm in his lap.

“Round 2, gorgeous?” he asks, his smirk showing his teeth. They’re so sharp. Eddie hopes he’ll bite him again.

But he doesn’t say that. Can’t bring himself to say anything, actually.

He simply whimpers, then nods.