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Eddie Diaz is a man of his words; he's good at keeping promises. It's how he was raised and frankly — it's common courtesy.
That’s exactly how he finds himself back in the same kitchen where it happened months ago. He's holding the same collar and leash Buck was wearing that day. And once again, there are dirty dishes on the counter, left over from dinner. An addition this time, though, is the bottle of lube in Eddie's hand.
Buck is sat on the chair across from him, awaiting Eddie's command. Eddie knows he's prepped and ready — he's the one who took care of that. A few hours earlier he'd spent his sweet time doing just that. Slowly opening Buck up, finger by finger, making him a blubbering mess. Then, he’d fucked him into the mattress at an unforgiving pace.
He’d made sure to have a plug ready to lock his cum in to keep Buck nice and ready for what they’re about to do now. Eddie is delighted by the way Buck had spent the rest of the day squirming in his seat at the intrusion in his sensitive hole. Any movement, any brush of the plug over his prostate.
“You ready?” Eddie asks, unbuckling the collar to get it ready to wrap around Buck’s neck.
“Never more ready.” Buck smiles once again, squirming in his seat as his movement jostles the plug nestled inside of him.
Eddie gets up, taking the collar with him to lock around Buck. His hand lingers on Buck’s cheek first — it’s become sort of a thing for them. He’s found the touch of his hand right at that spot works as an anchor for Buck. Something to ground him, something to get him out of his mind. It’s easy enough to do anywhere, at home, in a store, at the station, during calls.
He finally places the collar around Buck’s neck, closing the buckle and checking the tightness. He’s been considering buying Buck a new one, a more expensive one. Maybe one in a color to match his eyes, or one with a charm with Eddie’s name engraved — maybe both. This will have to do for now, though, unfortunately.
With the collar secure, Eddie clips the leash to the o-ring at the front giving it a quick tug for security. He pulls Buck up by the leash and asks, “You okay?” making sure Buck is sure before they get to the real thing.
“Yeah.” Buck has a smile on his face; he’s a little dazed already by the snugness around his neck.
“Good.” Eddie’s hand is back on Buck’s cheek, thumb pushing past Buck’s lips into his mouth. Another one of those things for them. He’s figured Buck has a very big oral fixation. One he's happy to indulge him in whenever possible.
It's easy, to slip a finger between Buck's lips — his thumb, again. Hooking behind the cheek, filling his mouth as much as possible. Eddie moves the finger around as if he’s inspecting Buck’s mouth, getting into the crevices. And Buck allows him. Eddie can see his eyes darken — see his knees buckle just from this. It’s thrilling, the way Buck would just let him do anything.
He withdraws the thumb and pushes Buck towards the counter, turning him around to face the sink. Eddie slots in right behind him, making the countertop dig into Buck’s hips. “You can get started.” Eddie smiles, motioning for Buck to turn the water on to start the dishes. “You just let me do my thing while you get this task done, I’ll help you focus hmh?”
Buck nods — seemingly unable to get any words out — and turns the water on. Eddie can see him grab the dish soap and a brush, ready to clean the first plate. He lets Buck do his thing for just a minute, giving him a false sense of security, or maybe he just likes watching his boyfriend. He wraps his arms around Buck’s waist, slotting his chin on Buck’s shoulder, leash still wrapped around a fist.
Eddie is quick to get impatient, though; he can feel his cock getting harder — he’s certain Buck can feel it too. In his arms Buck’s movements get a little more antsy; he’ll just have to do something about it then. That’s why they’re here in the first place.
His hands travel down to the hem of Buck’s shorts. He’d forgone jeans, and Eddie thanks him for it because it means easy access. Which is why he pulls them off in one swift move together with Buck’s underwear, leaving him naked from the waist down.
Buck shivers, but continues the task at hand. So, Eddie grabs the lube from the countertop and coats his fingers generously. With the plug and his cum still residing in Buck, Eddie’s fairly certain he could slide right in. And he probably would’ve if they’d gone straight to fucking. But not this time; he’ll tease Buck a little — slot right in, and wait.
The plug pops out easily and Eddie immediately replaces it with two of his fingers. He pushes the cum, threatening to drip out back in, making sure to avoid Buck’s prostate. Buck squirms under his fingers, but dutifully continues his task. When Eddie deems it enough, he unzips his pants and pulls his cock out. He lines up and easily glides in, slotting himself balls deep into Buck.
It takes a lot of restraint for him not to move his hips. It’s incredibly tempting, the wet heat feels so good and inviting. But he has a job to do — help Buck focus.
Helping Buck focus goes well at first. Eddie knows the collar around his throat grounds him already, but the fullness just makes the effect so much more intense. He should probably let Buck do both of their taxes like this — sat in Eddie’s lap. Keeping his cock warm and filing their taxes seems like maximum efficiency. That is for another day though.
When about a quarter of the dishes are done Eddie’s patience is starting to wane a little. It’s only fair — Eddie’s not actively doing anything. He’d like to say he has the patience of a saint, which he does, sort of. His dick just doesn’t, and Buck is frankly irresistible. You can’t really blame Eddie Diaz, can you?
It starts with the smallest of grinds, but it feels so good. He can see Buck still for a moment, recalculating himself before he continues scrubbing the fork he has in his hands. Then it’s two thrusts, in quick succession — he barely takes his cock out, but it seems to be enough for Buck to feel as he lets out a moan.
Buck drops the fork, brain short circuiting as Eddie brushes past his prostate, setting his senses on fire. The splash of it hitting the water wets his chest.
“Dishes aren’t done yet, bud,” Eddie says, tone neutral.
Eddie tugs on the leash, prompting Buck to stick his arms back into the water as he picks the fork back up. So much for Eddie helping him focus. It continues like this for a while, every few minutes Eddie grinds into him with very short thrusts. Buck wouldn’t quite call it fucking — but it’s enough to keep him distracted. Keep him from making real progress on the dishes.
“I’m getting bored,” Eddie sighs, punctuating his words with a deeper thrust, prompting another moan from Buck. “You’re not making much progress.”
Buck groans, thanks for stating the obvious, Eddie, he thinks. His cock has slowly started to harden, leaking pre-cum all over the cabinet door. He already knows that's going to be hell to clean up.
He picks up the next dish as Eddie slowly quickens his pace. Each thrust just a little harder and deeper than the one before. Each thrust digs Eddie’s zipper into his skin, and that little prickle of pain only turns Buck on even more. Eddie's still not truly fucking him yet Buck would say. If earlier that day and past experience is anything to go by — Eddie is far from reaching his full potential.
Buck gets back into a rhythm — sort of. The pile of clean dishes is slowly getting bigger while Eddie continues with more self control than Buck ever thought was possible.
“You're doing so well baby.” Eddie ends a thrust completely buried in Buck, slotting his chin back on Buck's shoulder. Buck can feel him start nosing at that sensitive spot on his neck.
He tries to pull away out of habit, but he can't — he's stuck against the kitchen sink, still at Eddie's mercy.
“I'm gonna reward you so well when you're done, will make it feel so good.” Eddie licks a stripe up from Buck’s neck, all the way to his ear.
“Y-yyeah,” is all Buck manages to stutter out as he continues scrubbing.
It takes a while, but he's relieved when he's finally done scrubbing the last dish. He places it on the drying rack and then tries to clean up as quick as possible. Unplugging the drain stopper, drying the countertop around the sink. He scrubs the now drained sink and then places everything neatly in its specified rack.
“Done,” he sighs. Drying his hands on a towel as Eddie pushes back into him with renewed vigor. He moans loudly as Eddie quickens the pace — making his thrusts count.
He's been teased so much, his orgasm is quick to build — and Eddie's is too, judging by the sounds the other man is making.
The world starts to slow around him — his vision blurs. There's nothing else in Buck's mind but the collar around his neck and Eddie's cock filling him so well. Eddie pulls on the leash once — that nearly pulls him over the edge, if he could just do it one more time but—
Eddie halts.
“Why?” Buck groans, dramatically. Trying to fuck himself back onto Eddie. But Eddie's hand around his waist holds him tightly in place. It's unfair, only one more thrust and he would've come, he's sure.
“The dishes aren't dry yet.” Even though he can't see him like this, Buck is a hundred percent certain Eddie's got a shit eating grin on his face.
When Buck doesn't move immediately Eddie picks the dishtowel up for him. “Here ya go.” Eddie pats him on the shoulder.
“You're such an asshole,” Buck retorts as he starts drying the dishes.
“I'm just helping you stay focused baby.”
Buck's dick has started to soften when Eddie goes back to the same soft grinds from earlier. He's so sensitive, it's bordering on too much. But it feels so so good.
It's a surprise none of the dishes have dropped to the ground and shattered into pieces. An incredible feat, if Buck does say so himself. Though, if he'd dropped a few that would've meant less work for him — something to consider for next time.
Somehow, he succeeds at drying the dishes too. They're neatly stacked in piles next to the sink. Buck does not want to think about how long this actually took him — way too long probably. But at last they're done. And now finally Eddie can shut up and make him come.
It's almost immediate. Eddie's thrusts pick up as Buck folds the towel away. He braces himself against the countertop as Eddie gets ready to split him in half.
Tears start to form at the corners of his eyes as a hand on his back pushes him forward.
“You did so well,” Eddie praises.
And Buck keens at that. It's hard not to — especially when Eddie is the one saying that. And Eddie knows that, which is why he does it. He’s told Buck before — he loves seeing him respond to his words. The way his eyes roll back, the way pleasure takes over and floats through his body.
Just like it does right now as Eddie continues to pound into him. He’s been teased so relentlessly — his orgasm is quick to build again. He can feel a hand find its way to his chest, cupping his peck and fondling it.
“I love your tits,” Eddie moans as he moves his fingers to Buck’s nipple, tracing the nub with a nail before squeezing it between his fingertips.
Buck arches his back at the touch — his nipples are a very sensitive spot for him. And Eddie knows that, making good use of it whenever they have sex. And Buck? He loves it. The right stimulation and circumstances have even allowed him to come untouched once before.
Eddie’s thrusts get sloppier, his merciless assault on Buck’s hole continues. The fabric of his jeans still digs into Buck — it’s sure to leave marks. Buck’s thighs tremble, his knees threaten to buckle — the only thing holding him up being Eddie’s grip. He feels so, so much.
His vision blacks out as he comes all over the cabinets in front of him. Buck’s back arches pushing himself back further onto Eddie’s shaft, intensifying his orgasm with a wail. Buck knows he can come a lot, used to pride himself in it back when he was a few years younger. But this time — it feels like he’s wrung dry. Eddie continues his thrusts, pushing himself over the edge as well and filling Buck to the brim with a groan.
They stay like that for a while. Buck still bent over the counter and Eddie buried inside of him. Both coming down from their orgasm with heavy breaths. It’s Eddie who moves first, slowly pulling out of Buck and tucking his cock back into his pants.
Eddie’s come drips out of Buck slowly — so he produces two fingers to push it back in. They circle Buck’s rim before punching right in, producing a yelp from Buck who braces himself again on the counter.
“Can’t let my cum go to waste now can I?” Eddie asks, pushing his fingers further into Buck — grazing his prostate in the process. A pathetic dribble spills out of Buck, dripping down the same cabinet door already stained with his cum.
“I- I’ll hold it all in. I love when you fill me up, ah-” Eddie hits Buck’s prostate again.
“It’s like a leaky faucet, making such a mess aren’t you?” Eddie’s chin is back on Buck’s shoulder, vision fixed on the cabinet door. “Should have you lick it up to clean, or maybe lock your cock up for next time.”
There’s another spurt from Buck at that. Eddie’s words — and the image produced from them — are enough to turn him on even more.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you? I’d keep the key on me, no possibility for you to come unless I decide you do.” Eddie’s voice has turned to a whisper, “Got to keep my puppy in line somehow.” Eddie pulls on the leash again, reminding Buck of its presence.
“Mhhm- yeah,” Buck moans, pushing back onto Eddie’s fingers.
Eddie produces the plug again, seemingly out of thin air. Buck is only reminded of its existence as Eddie pushes it back in quickly, locking his cum inside of Buck again. His hold on Buck’s body is released and a large hand comes down on Buck’s ass.
“Still got to put the dishes away don’t you? I’ll stay here as mental support.” Eddie slaps Buck’s cheeks again, a little harder this time — enough to leave an imprint, “Or you know, I’ll make sure you don’t get distracted.” Eddie pulls on the leash wrapped around his hand again, pulling Buck back into motion.
Buck steps out of the shorts still hanging around his ankles, not bothering to put them back on. The feeling of the plug inside of him is a constant presence as he moves around the kitchen — Eddie’s eyes are too. Following him every step. As he stacks the plates in the correct cabinet, and as he carefully places all cutlery in its designated drawer.
He even wipes down the counter for good measure, making sure all crumbs are cleared under his watchful eye. Then, he moves down to start cleaning the cabinet door, and subsequently the floor he’d dirtied, but Eddie doesn’t allow him to.
“That’s for later.” It’s the first words Eddie has said since he sat down to watch Buck clean. It's a blessing, having Buck like this, truly for himself.
He loves teasing Buck in moments like this and he knows Buck loves being on the receiving end of it. He's got one last trick up his sleeve before they're likely to retire to bed for a nap together.
Eddie gets up and pushes Buck back against the counter again. He drops to his knees and pulls the plug out again, watching his cum slowly dribble out. His tongue slides out, licking a stripe up from Buck's balls, over his taint to his hole.
He circles it, cleaning anything that's spilled out of Buck. His hands grab Buck's ass cheeks, spreading them apart for easier access. Buck's thighs tremble and Eddie's pretty sure his hold on him is the only thing keeping Buck up.
Buck lets out a moan as Eddie's tongue circles his hole putting pressure onto the tight ring of muscle.
His tongue slides in easily, Buck's hole still loose from the intrusion earlier. He explores, sucking out his own cum while he fucks his tongue in and out. He can see Buck's cock has started to harden and decides he's going to make Buck come one more time.
Eddie slips his tongue out, a string of spit trailing from his mouth as he takes a deep breath. Instead of returning to the job at hand, he nips at one of Buck's ass cheeks still tightly held between his hands.
Buck hisses and then moans at the burn of the bite. Eddie soothes it quickly with a lap of his tongue. The leash — momentarily forgotten by Eddie — hangs loosely in the air. He grips it in his hand again, winding the length around his palm.
It gives him another boost of confidence as he dives back into Buck. Judging by the sounds he's hearing, Buck is getting close again.
“Please,” Buck moans out, “I'm gonna—”
That spurs Eddie on, the thrusts of his tongue getting more aggressive, intensifying in pace. It doesn't take long before the cabinet in front of them is painted white again.
“Your tongue should be illegal,” Buck says when he's finally caught his breath again.
“Never heard you complain before.” Eddie wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he gets up again.
He turns Buck around and immediately dives into a kiss, sharing the taste of them together. It's tempting to start the same assault on Buck's mouth, but they're both clearly starting to get tired. Too tired for a full blown make out.
So he regretfully slips his tongue out, leaving a quick peck on Buck's lips as he does so.
“You okay?” He asks, pulling Buck into an embrace.
“More than okay,” Buck laughs, letting his head fall onto Eddie's shoulder — burying his nose in the crook of Eddie's neck. “You wrecked me,” he mumbles.
“Hmm, I'd happily do it again.”
“I know,” Buck pauses for a moment. “I can't wait.”