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Before Buck can think much – not that he is considering the onslaught of mouths and hands on him – he finds himself tucked away in the back of an Uber between Eddie and Tommy.
His mind is still spinning rapidly, both from his realization that he’s somehow acquired two boyfriends when less then two weeks ago he didn’t even realize he was into guys, and also from the whole being taken home by the two guys he’s realized he’s dating.
So as to not ruin Buck’s rating on Uber, because he has worked hard for his five-star rating, thank you very much, Eddie and Tommy are being nice.
Okay, that’s total bullshit because they’ve both got their large hands on Buck’s thighs, sitting higher than what could be considered just friendly. But at least they're not mauling Buck’s mouth or neck right now, even if he does miss it a tiny bit. A lot bit, actually.
But it’s only another ten minutes to his loft and then…and then what? Buck isn’t entirely sure what’s coming next. Not that he’s unfamiliar with the logistics of it all – he and Tommy had spent an entire day educating Buck, which had been incredibly eye opening. But now Eddie is here, and yes, Buck wants…all of that with him, but it’s just. It’s Eddie. This isn’t normal, as far as Buck knows.
Maybe he doesn’t know his best friend as well as he thought. Like, Eddie had kissed Buck. Was Eddie bisexual too? Or gay? Or was it just Buck? Or…
“Stop.” Eddie breathes into his ear, pressing a gentle kiss to the sensitive skin just under Buck’s ear, making him shiver. Eddie’s hand squeezes Buck’s thigh. “I can hear you overthinking.”
“Sorry.” Buck mutters, forcing his brain to stop thinking. There’d be time for thinking later. Like when his mind was back in his head and not currently located between his legs.
“I want this, Buck.” Eddie continues, and Buck forces himself to stare straight ahead, watching the passing headlights as they continue down the street. Tommy is quiet on his other side, but his thumb is moving back and forth in firm lines on the inner part of Buck’s thigh. “I want to do this.”
“O-okay.” Buck nods, his lips barely moving around the single word.
Of course Eddie knew. Of course Eddie sensed Buck’s worry. And of course he eased him.
And Eddie wouldn’t say he wanted this if it isn’t true.
Before Buck knows it, they’re pulling up to his building and Tommy is leading Buck out of the back of the car by the hand, his grip grounding even as Buck’s mind spins and spins and spins. He looks over his shoulder, almost like he’s checking to make sure Eddie is still there, but Buck doesn’t need to look far. Because Eddie is there, smiling at Buck with those deliciously dark eyes, silently reassuring Buck that he’s there. He reaches out to place a hand on Buck’s lower back, guiding him into the building with Tommy at the helm.
Buck feels as if he’s going to vibrate out of his skin as the elevator carries them upwards to his floor, the need swirling inside of him and growing with each change of floor number. He doesn’t know how Eddie and Tommy are acting so calm as they bracket him. He envies their calmness a bit, and even worries that maybe he’s overthinking this (again). Buck looks to his left and sees Tommy staring at him with a hunger that has Buck swallowing, his mouth suddenly dry. He dares a look to his right, and Eddie’s eyes are roaming along Buck with a possessive quality that has him shivering.
Okay, so he’s not alone in this.
They’re just in much better control of their…everything, unlike Buck.
That sends another jolt of arousal through him.
The elevator dings and the doors slide open. Buck takes in a breath and then takes a step forward, being the one to lead this time as they walk the short distance down the hall and to his door.
Since his hands are shaking too much, Eddie takes the keys from Buck and slots it into the lock, twisting it and pushing the door open while Tommy presses his chest up against Buck’s back, hands on his hips and guiding him forward into the dimly lit loft.
Before he’d gone to the bar earlier in the evening, Buck had left the light above the stove on, as well as a lamp up by his bed, offering just enough light for him to see without making it too bright. And okay, maybe he hoped Tommy would come back with him and they could spend some more time educating Buck.
He hadn’t expected to see Eddie standing before him, face cast in shadows and emphasizing the look of pure want on his features, especially with Tommy holding him steady by his hips and peppering kisses along Buck’s neck as Buck tilts his head to the side. He finds himself unable to look away from Eddie, captivated by the sheen to his best friend’s eyes. He’s never seen Eddie look like this.
And Buck doesn’t think he can ever go back to never seeing it again.
“Evan.” Tommy nips at his earlobe. “You’re going to go upstairs, strip out of these clothes that I swear you painted on to your body earlier, and then you’re going to sit patiently on the bed and wait for us. Understand?”
Buck swallows, tries to speak, but words fail him. He nods, quickly enough that Tommy has to lean his head back to avoid being hit. He chuckles though, so Buck knows he’s not in trouble for not offering a verbal confirmation. With one last squeeze of Buck’s hips, Tommy releases him and Buck stumbles forward, caught by Eddie’s hand on his bicep.
“You good?” Eddie asks, voice rough and low, but tone firm and cautious.
“Y-yes.” Buck manages to answer that time, but he knows this one is more important to answer verbally. Eddie searches his eyes, maybe trying to find a hint of hesitation but then he nods and releases Buck as well, allowing the trembling man to stumble up the stairs to do as he’s told.
Buck has his shirt off by the time he makes it to the top, and he’s already working on unbuttoning his pants, shimming them down his thighs and kicking them off. His cock is hard and leaking in his boxers, enough so that he hisses softly when he peels them off, the cool air a contrast to his flushed skin.
For a second, Buck debates leaving his clothes as a pile on the floor, but a shudder runs down his back. That isn’t good. And he wants to be good.
So, naked as the day he was born, Buck folds his jeans and shirt, placing them on top of the dresser for Tommy and Eddie to see. His boxers, soiled from his own eager excitement, get placed into the hamper. Only then does Buck go and sit on the end of the bed as instructed, tucking his hands under his thighs to stop himself from fidgeting.
The buzzing in his ears is loud enough that he can’t hear anything from below. And slowly, Buck allows that buzzing sensation to grow until his mind is pleasantly fuzzy. His eyelids droop as his breathing evens out, although his cock remains hard and wet between his legs.
Gentle footsteps echo though the bedroom before a finger is placed under his chin, tilting his head upwards. Buck blinks languidly at Tommy, who is gazing down at him with a pleased approval. “You listened so good, sweetheart. Even folded your clothes.”
Buck smiles dopily, wetting his lips with his tongue. “Do I get a reward?”
“Of course.” Tommy leans down and his kiss is deep and heavy, his tongue licking into Buck’s mouth and overtaking his own tongue. Buck takes it though, moaning softly as he sinks into the onslaught. He can’t help but follow as Tommy pulls away, that hazy sensation growing in his mind. “On your back. Hold your thighs. I want to show you off to Eddie.”
Eddie.
Buck had nearly forgotten the third occupant, but the realization crashes down on him hard and fast, his body flushing with the sudden rush of arousal. His eyes flicker to the left to see Eddie standing there, eyes dark and arms crossed against his chest, watching Buck. Studying Buck. Dare he say, admiring Buck.
They’d seen each other in various forms of nudity before — the showers, or helping when each other were hurt — but this time is different. This time, Eddie has full permission to stare , and he’s taking full advantage of it.
A tap on his knee has Buck remembering his instructions, and then he’s shuffling back on the end, the sheets cool against his flushed skin as he lays down. Closing his eyes, he pauses for a moment. Inhales deeply and then exhales slowly, calming the trembling in his hands. Once he’s certain he’s centred, Buck brings his knees up towards his chest, hooking his hands under the meaty flesh of his thighs. He stares at the ceiling, the shadows from the lamp casting shapes he can’t make out and doesn’t care too right now. Buck would prefer to look at Eddie or Tommy, but he knows that he can’t. Not yet, at least.
“Isn’t he beautiful?” Tommy murmurs, a hand gliding along his calf and up towards the bend in Buck’s knee.
“Stunning.” Eddie’s voice is a low rumble that has Buck’s cock twitching between his legs.
“I promise he gets better.” There’s hands on his knees, pushing them apart, exposing him. Buck resists for a second, and he feels Tommy wait until Buck goes slack in his touch, allowing his boyfriend to open him up fully, the sensation of his best friend's hungry gaze on him causing a spurt of precum to appear from his untouched cock.
He hears a sharp intake of breath, and since Buck has come to learn almost all of Tommy’s sounds in the time since they first kissed, he knows that that sound is from Eddie.
And it sounds as if Eddie likes what he sees.
“You’ve done this before?” Tommy asks, and Buck lifts his head enough to peer between his legs and at Eddie. Because surely not, right? Buck would know…wouldn’t he? Eddie is his best friend.
But then Eddie is nodding, hungry gaze lingering on the space between Buck’s legs. “Been a few years, but yeah.”
“Then please,” Tommy gestures to Buck, acting like Buck isn’t even there, nothing more than a thing for them to play with. Holy fuck that’s hot. “You take the lead.”
“Lube?”
“Right.” Tommy nods and Buck’s head drops back onto the bed as he closes his eyes, breathing in as deep as he can while Tommy tugs open the side drawer, reaching for the lube. “We can stick with condoms for this round too. Although you should see how much of a cumslut he is.”
That had been a discovery for Buck. Although he doesn’t know if he’s all that surprised, considering how much he enjoyed the sight of his female partners covered in his spend, the way he loved licking it up and savouring the salty tang on his tongue. It’s different with a guy though. And while he and Tommy hadn’t reached the point of going bare with each other, Buck just knows it’ll feel amazing to have his greedy hole filled with cum.
“I can’t wait.” Eddie says, sounding breathless. There’s the snick of a cap, the rustling of clothes, and Buck’s own heavy breathing in the space, but otherwise, no one says anything else. Buck keeps his eyes closed, finding the thrill of not knowing what will be next better.
He also thinks that if he has to watch Eddie stare at him with those beautifully dark eyes, that he’ll come untouched.
“Oh!” Buck jolts at the sensation of a slick finger circling his rim.
“Relax.” Tommy coos, his fingers moving along Buck’s trembling thigh, telling Buck that it isn’t his boyfriend preparing him. It’s Eddie. “We’re going to take good care of you.”
Buck listens, allowing his body to sink back down into the bed, groaning softly as Eddie’s finger continues to tease his rim. And then slowly, so slowly, he pushes his finger in.
“Jesus.” Eddie exhales, and Buck knows it’s because of him. “He just swallows it up, huh?”
“He’s a needy little thing.”
“I’ll say.”
Buck whimpers as Eddie just keeps his finger sitting there, unmoving. He longs to roll his hips, to get some sort of movement, but he doesn’t want to risk punishment. Not when the promise of pleasure is so close.
“Don’t worry,” Tommy says to Eddie, “You don’t need to be too gentle with him.”
“You sure?”
“Absolutely.”
Before Buck can even process those words, another finger is sinking into him, the burn shooting jolts of pleasure through him. He can’t stop his hips from rolling back onto the fingers now, his body acting on its own. “Eddie.”
“Look at him.” Tommy’s voice is a murmur, but it settles along Buck’s flushed skin, making him squirm. He can feel Eddie’s gaze on him, watching as he thrusts his fingers in and out of Buck, stretching him, preparing him. Buck’s cock is leaking against his stomach now, hard and desperate to be touched.
“Fucking beautiful.” Eddie’s voice is rough, just like the next thrust as he adds a third finger.
Buck cries out, eyes flying open as his fingers dig into his thighs. He notices now that Tommy and Eddie are shirtless, obvious bulges in their pants, eyes dark with lust.
The pleasure is becoming overwhelming already, and all they’ve done is kiss him, instruct him, and push Eddie’s fingers inside of him. He gasps out tiny little noises as Eddie crooks his fingers, searching searching sear—”FUCK!”
Tommy chuckles, low and slow, sounding truly amused by Buck’s undoing. Eddie ignores both of them as he rubs at Buck’s prostate, causing Buck to sink further into that fuzzy place in his mind as he gargles around another moan.
“P-Please. Please. Please.” It takes Buck a moment to realize that he’s begging, that it’s him asking for more and more and more. It just feels so good. And their gaze on him is setting his skin on fire in the best possible way. He’ll probably come untouched at this rate, except Eddie is pulling his fingers out until only the tips are in. The spike of arousal shifts into more of a simmer. Buck’s desperation grows. Tears gather in the corner of his eyes before sliding down his cheeks, whimpers slipping from his throat. “Please…”
"Hmm, not yet." Tommy answers as Eddie slides three fingers in and out of Buck. He’s moving slowly, languidly. The rough and quick pace from before is gone.
"You're right." Eddie agrees, “He needs to wait.”
They’re ignoring his whimpers, ignoring the tears streaming down his cheeks and soaking into the sheets. Ignoring him.
Buck loves it. He loves that they're ignoring him. He loves that they told him to lay on his back with his thighs pulled up to his chest, exposing himself to them. He loves that he's naked and bared to them, while both are still there with their jeans on.
Buck wants to beg, cry out for more, but he knows they'll continue to dismiss him. And maybe that means they don’t want to hear him, don’t want him to bother their own pleasure. So he does his best to stay quiet. He bites his tongue, his lips, anything to stop the noises from slipping out. Because he wants to be good for them.
God, does he want to be good for them.
Except that's apparently the wrong thing to do.
Eddie's fingers slip out of Buck fully, filling him instead with this aching emptiness that has his head snapping up, eyes wide and desperate as he gapes at the two of them. They're standing at the end of the bed, looking down at him with…disappointment? No. No, no, no.
"Evan." Tommy starts, and Buck's body gives a full shiver at the tone. "What are you doing?"
"H-huh?" His tongue feels heavy and like it doesn't want to cooperate. But Tommy asked a question. Buck has to answer. "I'm sorry?"
"You should be." Eddie clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth, "Here we are, taking care of you, and you're being quiet."
"B-but…I…" His eyes dart between the two, dropping to admire their mouths, their jaws, their necks, their chests…god, they're both so attractive. It’s a bit distracting.
"We want to hear you, sweetheart." Tommy purrs, his hand rubbing along Buck's leg, encouraging Buck to look back up at him. "So stop holding back."
"Understand?" Eddie asks, brown eyes dark and powerful as Buck meets his gaze.
"Y-yes, sir." Buck replies on an exhale.
"Good boy." Eddie praises and a whine escapes Buck's throat as he drops his head back against the bed. He feels his cock twitch against his stomach, precum spurting out once more and adding to the wet spot on his skin.
"Oh, he likes that." Tommy comments, glee evident in his voice.
"Yeah," Eddie's hand is cupping Buck's left leg, his thumb pushing in to soothe the aching muscle. Because Eddie knows him. "He loves it. Loves being a good boy for us.
"Please…"
"Not yet, baby," Eddie says, "You aren't ready yet. But Tommy is going to take over. He’s going to help get you nice and ready for him."
"Happily."
A few seconds later, Buck feels a tongue slide along his wrecked hole. He moans loudly, just like he's meant to. But also because he can't help it. It feels so good .
He loses himself in the sensation of Tommy’s tongue working around his rim. Tommy is teasing the tip of his tongue inside, and Buck wants to thrust back into it, to feel his boyfriend lick inside of such a tainted space. But Tommy’s hands are on his hips, pinning Buck in place as he keeps up his teasing.
Buck’s mouth parts, his pants loud and heavy in the room, eyes closed even as tears leak out and down his cheeks still. It’s too much but not enough at the same time.
The feeling of fingers carding through his hair has Buck’s eyes fluttering open, lazy and half lidded, he looks up at Eddie. The light is casting shadows across half his face, illuminating the sharp lines of his jaw, the stubble scattered there that Buck had felt scraping deliciously along his skin when they’d kissed earlier. Eddie’s lips are curved up into a smile, one that Buck recognizes as the smile he had claimed as his own all those years ago. Amongst the churning sea of pleasure and need, it grounds Buck, reminds him of where he is and who it is he’s with. Eddie’s touch is so soft and gentle, even though his eyes are alight with a fire Buck feels burning simultaneously inside of his own chest.
He wants. He wants like he’s never wanted before. But the words that he wants to release in a beg or plea get stuck in his throat, overtaken by the sobbing moan that comes out instead as Tommy’s tongue slips inside of him, searching and reaching for that special spot.
“We’ve got you, baby.” Eddie murmurs, fingers tracing along Buck’s forehead, his birthmark is touched almost reverently, and then those fingers are moving down along his cheekbone and the tip of his nose before they’re tracing Buck’s lips. Buck opens his mouth wider, inviting three of Eddie’s fingers inside. They make it past the barrier of Buck’s teeth before pressing down against his tongue and drawing another moan from deep in his throat as he closes his lips around Eddie’s fingers and sucks.
“God, you’re insatiable…” Eddie says, almost in awe. Buck continues to suck and lick at Eddie’s fingers, his grip painfully tight on his thighs to stop himself from grabbing his dick and stripping it wildly like he needs. Because this is what he loves. Having something inside of him from both ends.
“Oh, yeah,” Tommy chuckles, sitting back and leaving Buck whining around Eddie’s fingers at the loss from between his legs. But his boyfriend continues to pay him no mind as the sound of foil crinkling slips past Buck’s fuzzy senses. “He loves being filled from both ends. Sometimes I’ll give him a dildo to suck while I fuck him, or put a plug in him while I use his mouth.” Buck’s eyes flutter closed at the words, clenching around nothing but wishing for everything. “So how do you want this, Diaz? His ass is phenomenal.”
“No,” Eddie presses harder against Buck’s tongue, and it takes a lot of effort for Buck to open his eyes again to watch Eddie, locking onto those beautiful brown eyes he loves so much. “I want his mouth.”
“Please.” Buck gasps when Eddie tugs his fingers out, a string of saliva connecting them that breaks and falls against Buck’s chin. “Oh, fuck, yes, please.”
“Let’s go then.” Tommy gives his ass a light slap, and Buck is immediately releasing his thighs, ignoring the twinge as he scrambles to turn around.
Thirty seconds later, he’s on his hands and knees, ass presented to Tommy and mouth open and ready for Eddie’s cock.
Buck knows he most look like quite the sight; his hair is a mess from tossing and turning his head against the blanket, his cheeks are flushed and wet from tears, there’s spit on his lips and chin, his ass is clenching and unclenching around nothing, while his cock hangs heavy and red between his legs, drops of precum dripping down onto the blanket that will need a very thorough cleaning after this.
But he doesn’t care. Because Eddie’s fingers are working open the button of his jeans before dragging the zipper slowly down. Tommy’s hands are on Buck’s ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh there, pulling apart his cheeks to reveal his needy hole.
And god, does Buck want.
He loves when Tommy uses a toy, keeping him filled while he fucks him in the ass or mouth, but now he’ll get another real cock, the heat and feel unlike that of silicone.
It’s going to be amazing.
“Fuck. ” Buck mumbles when Eddie pushes his jeans and boxers enough to reveal his own cock, longer than Buck’s, although a bit slimmer. It’s as stunning as Eddie, and Buck can’t help but stretch forward in desperation, whining softly when he feels hands on his hips stopping him. “Please…”
“Impatient thing.” Tommy chastises, giving Buck’s ass a slap, earning a keening noise from him. “You’ll wait until we’re ready.”
“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” Buck rasps, licking his lips as he watches Eddie, entranced as those long and capable fingers wrap around the beautiful cock just out of his reach. Eddie’s hand moves slowly down his length, thumb swiping over the pearly drop at the tip before he drags his hand back up.
“Good boy.” Tommy soothes before Buck feels the head of his boyfriend’s cock push at his rim. He forces himself to exhale slowly, relaxing and allowing Tommy to slide all the way in until Tommy’s hips meet his ass. Buck groans as he’s finally filled with a cock, reaching those spots that Eddie’s fingers and Tommy’s tongue couldn’t hit before.
Buck hadn’t realized how much he needed to be filled with a real cock until the first time Tommy fucked him. Taylor hadn’t been against pegging him, but it had left Buck trying desperately to scratch an itch he couldn’t reach. One that Tommy had been more than happy to handle for him.
“Condoms are there.” Tommy’s voice wavers a little, the only sign of how he’s affected, and Buck feels his own body tremble as he’s forced to kneel there and wait with a cock lodged in his ass and one just in front of his mouth that he can’t touch. “Although we’re both clean. And haven’t gone bare.”
“I’m clean too.” Eddie supplies, and Buck’s eyes snap up to meet Eddie’s gaze. “But if you want a condom—”
“No.” Buck chokes out the word quickly, “No, I…please, god, Eddie…I want… please.”
Eddie’s hand is cupping Buck’s jaw again, thumb brushing along his bottom lip, dragging it to the side. “You want me to come in this pretty mouth?”
“Y-yes.”
“You sure, Buck?” Eddie’s voice is serious, and Buck does appreciate the concern, truly, but he has never been so certain about anything in his life.
“Yes.” He answers, keeping his tone as level as he can when want and need are waging a war inside of him. “I want this, Eddie. I want to feel you.”
“Okay.” Eddie’s hand falls away and then he’s stepping closer, guiding his cock towards Buck’s mouth, “Open up.” And because Buck is a good boy, he does as told.
Eddie moves slowly, the velvety length gliding along Buck’s lips and onto his tongue, and Buck wants to swallow it all down. But Eddie is longer than Tommy and Buck is still new at this whole sucking cock thing, so he can only take so much before he’s gagging. Eddie pauses, waiting until Buck gets himself under control, breathing deeply through his nose. Which only fills Buck’s senses with the scent of Eddie.
It’s musky and heady and intoxicating. Buck wants to bury himself into this part of Eddie, to live in this scent. Hide away here where Eddie’s torso meets his legs, the skin probably warm and a bit sweaty. Buck wants to lick and suck a mark there into the hollow of Eddie’s curves, a sign that he was here.
He’s distracted by these thoughts that he doesn’t notice as Eddie pushes in just that little bit more. When he does, it has Buck groaning around the cock filling his mouth. He can feel Eddie shudder at the sensation, a choked sound coming from the man in front of him. “Fuck.”
“Good, isn’t it?” Tommy says from somewhere behind Buck, and fingers squeeze his hips before he feels Tommy starting to move. Buck gives himself over to them, trusting them as Tommy slides out and then thrusts in, moving Buck along Eddie’s cock. He gives up any and all control, allowing them to use his body however they want.
He allows himself a minute to get used to the sensation of Eddie’s dick before he puts his tongue to use, licking along the vein under the length, tonguing at the slit as Eddie starts to pull out as well.
Buck loses track of everything except for the feeling of being fucked. Of being used for pleasure. Tommy and Eddie work up a rhythm where one will be thrusting in while the other is pulling out until they switch it up so they’re both thrusting in at the same time. Buck manages to take more and more of Eddie’s cock as they go, moaning around the length in his mouth. And then he feels Eddie’s fingers curl into his hair, tightening in their hold as he starts to move faster and Buck whines in his throat, shuddering at the sensation.
He thinks they’re talking, maybe to him or maybe to each other, but he can’t focus. He can’t think or hear or do anything except let himself be used. Let himself be fucked by these two amazing people who have chosen him for inexplicable reasons.
His cock is aching desperately between his legs, leaking steadily, but Buck allows the pleasure to wash over him as drool and Eddie’s precum make a mess of his mouth and chin. Tommy is leaving bruises on Buck’s hips as he thrusts in roughly, shifting until he finds Buck’s prostate, drawing noises from Buck that are muffled by Eddie’s cock.
It’s everything.
Buck never wants it to end. He could live like this forever. He never wants to be empty ever again. Never wants to lose this incredible sensation.
But he can feel the way Tommy is going faster and faster, losing the steady rhythm he had as his hips slap against Buck’s ass. And Eddie’s fingers are nearing painfully tight in the most delicious of ways in Buck’s hair, grunts coming from his chest as he fucks Buck’s mouth with abandon
Neither are going to last long. Buck craves their release maybe more than they do. He needs it so badly that he could cry. Is crying, actually.
He clenches hard around Tommy as he sucks harder on Eddie’s cock, suddenly so desperate to have them come, to feel them lose control like he did a long time ago.
Tommy is first.
Slamming into Buck once, twice, three more times before his hips stutter to a stop against Buck’s ass, grinding against his prostate as he comes, filling the condom and making Buck wish he had asked his boyfriend to forgo it. He would love to know what it’s like to have the cum seep into those tiny pockets that still exist, filling him entirely until it seeps out of him, dripping down his thigh.
And then as Tommy is still fully seated inside of him, Eddie explodes in Buck’s mouth.
The shout comes as a delayed warning, the surge of thick, salty cum sliding along Buck’s tongue and down his throat, some of it escaping out around where Eddie is still thrusting in and out of Buck’s mouth, working through his orgasm with twitches of his hips that he has no control over. Buck tries to swallow it all, not wanting to waste it, relishing in the taste of Eddie.
He feels himself shudder, pleasure washing over him, and it isn’t until Eddie is pulling his spent cock out of Buck, fingers catching on the cum and pushing it back into Buck’s eager mouth, that Buck realizes he’s come as well, his thighs sticky with his own release.
Tommy slides out slowly, Buck whining a pitiful noise as he’s left empty, but his arms shake as he collapses face first down onto the bed, his body suddenly exhausted.
Hands manhandle him until he’s on his side, eyes too heavy to open, his chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath. His throat burns a little and his jaw aches, so do his hips and ass, and he knows it’ll be worse tomorrow, but it’s the best kind of hurt he’s ever felt.
The blanket is tugged out from under him and then there’s a warm cloth between his thighs and ass cheeks. His face is cleaned with a touch so gentle that he starts to cry again, tiny whimpers slipping past his swollen lips. He tries to open his eyes, to catch a glimpse of his caretaker, but his mind is fuzzy, his limbs are heavy, and his eyelids won’t cooperate.
The hands are back, positioning him once more until there’s two warm bodies curling up on either side of him, blanketing him with a sense of safety and security that he knows well. They’re familiar and comfortable, and Buck curls up into the one in front of him, hand pawing at the arm that is wrapped around him from behind, tugging them closer.
Lips brush against his forehead and shoulder, words are murmured along his skin, but Buck can’t grasp any of them. His body is pleasantly buzzed, sore and content. His mind is gone, drifting away and slipping off to sleep.
“Than’ y’u.” Buck manages to slur out, two chests rumbling with amusement on either side of him, but he doesn’t care. Not as sleep beckons him into its arms like an old friend.