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“Can I eat you out?”
“What?” Buck turns to face Tommy, shocked.
Tommy smiles, that crooked loose smile of his that makes butterflies erupt in Buck’s stomach. “I asked if I could eat you out.” His tongue darts out to wet his lips and Buck can’t tear his eyes away from the flash of wet pink.
“U–uh, um. Right now?” There’s still sweat cooling on his skin and he can feel the mix of his and Tommy’s come soaking the inside of his thighs.
He’s not opposed to the idea of it — Tommy’s tongue inside of him while his stubble scrapes over his sensitive skin. A noise gets trapped in the back of his throat as his dick twitches.
Tommy’s smile grows, Buck’s reaction not going unnoticed. A flush rises in Buck’s cheeks and he presses his thighs together. He’s already getting wet. Tommy reaches out and his fingertips are warm when he presses them to Buck’s jaw, using only two to draw Buck in for a kiss. Buck leans into him like he’s been magnetized, his brain fizzing with static as their lips slot together easily.
Kissing Tommy never gets old. Buck has always liked kissing but had never thought much about it. But now, with Tommy, it’s all he can think about. Now, he’s thinking about Tommy’s lips pressing kisses somewhere else.
Heat shoots straight through Buck’s core, his stomach flipping as he clenches around nothing. Tommy smiles into their kissing, licking his way into Buck’s mouth as he walks his fingers down Buck’s chest, over his stomach — calluses catching on the trail of hair under Buck’s navel. Automatically, he spreads his legs, trying to entice Tommy’s touch to where he really wants it.
Even though he came not too long ago, Buck already feels desperate for it again. He feels dizzy with it, arousal swooping through his belly and making his dick twitch with excitement.
Buck whines, his noises getting stolen from his mouth by Tommy’s tongue. Long fingers tease through the thick patch of hair above Buck’s dick and he can’t help the way he whimpers, hips twitching up in search of more. Tommy’s chuckle reverberates through him, rattling his rib cage and sending sparks through his veins that shoot straight to his cock.
Featherlight, Tommy teases his thumb in little circles over Buck’s twitching clit. At first, Buck jerks away from the touch, still sensitive from Tommy fucking him into the mattress earlier. But Tommy doesn’t let him get away, throwing a leg over Buck’s to keep him in place as he keeps up with his teasing touches. The touch turns from the shivery icy-hot of overstimulation into a hungry heat that has Buck spreading his legs wider and digging his heels into the mattress as he tries to get more pressure.
The curve of Tommy’s smile is wicked against Buck’s lips and he gasps when Tommy finally dips two fingers inside of him. Buck rolls his hips, clenching around Tommy’s fingers as he slowly pumps them inside of him. Hand flying to Tommy’s wrist, Buck breaks away from the kiss gasping for air as Tommy finally presses against his cock, thumb working over it in tight little circles.
”So, what do you think? Is that a yes?” Tommy’s words vibrate through Buck’s skin as he presses a trail of kisses over Buck’s jaw and down his neck.
“Ah–about what?” Buck can’t think, his thoughts too drenched in thick syrupy heat. All he can focus on is the movement of Tommy’s big hand between his legs and the way he can feel Tommy’s come dripping out of him. It makes an obscene noise, squelching out of him with each pump of Tommy’s fingers.
Buck throws his head back against the pillows, moaning high in the back of his throat and baring his neck to Tommy.
Tommy gets his lips over Buck’s thundering pulse, sucking a kiss into Buck’s skin as Buck twitches.
“Me eating you out.” There’s a smirk in his voice as he speeds up the motion of his fingers, playing with Buck until he’s strung out and pleasure is pulling taut behind his navel.
“I— um, uh.” Buck’s tongue feels clumsy in his mouth and he quickly loses his train of thought.
Moaning, Buck squirms, feeling hot all over. His thighs are beginning to shake as he fucks himself down on Tommy’s fingers. Little breathy uh uh uh noises leave his lips as his ability to form a straight thought oozes out of his brain.
Suddenly, Tommy stops, pulling his fingers from Buck leaving him bereft and empty. Buck whines in frustration, hips jerking off the bed in an aborted thrust before he turns to glare at Tommy. In apology, Tommy kisses the pout from Buck’s face as he smooths a soothing hand over Buck’s stomach.
Tommy shifts, rolling over so he’s blanketing Buck’s body with his own, his strong arms on either side of Buck’s head. Blinking up at him, Buck’s annoyed retort dies on his tongue. Tommy’s pupils are blown wide, a flush dusting his cheeks as he stares down at Buck with a hungry gaze. Buck swallows thickly. He can feel where Tommy is hot and hard, his cock a burning line of heat against Buck’s stomach.
“Evan, will you let me eat you out, please?” It’s a breathless plea, Tommy’s voice low and rough like he was the one just worked up to the edge.
The rush of arousal feels like a punch to the gut and Buck responds just as breathless. “Yeah. Yeah you can—you can eat me out.”
Tommy groans, his cock jumping where it’s pressed between their bellies. He drops down to press a searing kiss to Buck’s lips and Buck pushes up into it, getting his arms around Tommy and feeling the way the muscles of his back shift under his palms.
Buck expects Tommy to start kissing his way down Buck’s body before eventually making his way to Buck’s pussy. That’s how all of his partners in the past had done it. Although, it had been a rare occasion to begin with that any of the women he slept with wanted to eat him out. When they had, Buck always loved it, but he had been more than content to be the one with his mouth between their legs.
Tommy doesn’t move down his body, and Buck has a split second to be confused before his world is spinning, Tommy flipping their positions. Now looking down at Tommy, Buck makes a confused noise in the back of his throat.
“I want you to sit on my face.”
All the air leaves Buck’s lungs in a rush. He sits up, straddling Tommy’s waist.
“You want me to…” Buck trails off, gesturing to Tommy’s face as a blush burns like an inferno in his cheeks.
“Sit on my face, yeah.” Tommy grins, tucking his tongue between his teeth as he drags his hot gaze down Buck’s body until it lands on where Buck is wet and aching. Under his stare, Buck’s clit jumps.
Buck squirms in place, drawing a punched out groan from Tommy as he inadvertently grinds his ass against Tommy’s cock.
“I–I don’t want to hurt you.” A flutter of nerves surges to life in Buck’s gut, tamping down some of the burning heat.
As much as Buck’s dick is interested in the idea, there’s a reason he’s never done it before. Buck is by no means a small guy and his mind rapidly flips through all the ways riding Tommy’s face could go wrong. Buck could be too heavy and end up hurting Tommy’s nose, or his neck. He could accidentally smother him, or there was that one story about the woman who lost her hearing in one ear—
Tommy’s palms sliding over Buck’s thighs rip him from his spiraling thoughts. “Evan,” Tommy says, almost scolding. “I’m a big boy. I can handle it.”
Chewing on his lip, Buck stares down at Tommy, takes in the sheen of sweat glistening on his face and chest, the rosy blush splashed across his cheeks that only serves to highlight the devastating pink of his parted lips, and the look of determination that’s setting his jaw in a sharp line that Buck wants to lick. It looks like all he wants is to get his mouth on Buck.
It leaves Buck feeling breathless, molten heat settling in his gut and making his insides squirm. He wants to say yes, he wants to feel the heat of Tommy’s face between his thighs.
“Are you sure?” He asks, voice barely arriving above a whisper.
The black of Tommy’s pupils almost completely blots out the blue of his eyes.
“Yes,” Tommy exhales, lips parting around a breathy sound. “Please, baby.”
Buck flushes from head to toe, heat sizzling in his veins as he rocks against Tommy’s stomach. His throat clicks as he swallows past his suddenly dry mouth.
“Y–yeah. Yes—“ Buck’s stumbling words die in his throat as Tommy pulls him down for a searing kiss that makes his toes curl and his heart double tap against his ribs.
Buck can feel the excitement thrumming under Tommy’s skin and bleeding into his own muscles. They’re a feedback loop of burning anticipation and shivery pleasure as they move together on the bed, rocking against each other like waves against the rocky shore.
Coming up for air, Buck gasps, “How do you want me to—“
Tommy uses his strong hands to move him where he wants him, pulling Buck up the length of his body by the grip he has on Buck’s hips. It makes his stomach swoop that Tommy can so casually manhandle him, arranging Buck’s limbs however he wants whenever he wants. One of Buck’s hands flies out to grip the headboard, the other shooting down to tangle in Tommy’s hair.
“Well, someone is impatient.” Buck grins down at Tommy who looks up from between Buck’s thighs, eyes wide and his face the picture of innocence.
“I’ve actually been very patient. I’ve wanted you to sit on my face since the first time we had sex.” He smiles easily up at Buck, thumbs rubbing mindless circles against the divots of his hips like his words didn’t just hit Buck with a sucker punch of arousal.
Tommy’s smile grows like he knows exactly what he did, tongue darting out between his teeth before he turns to press a kiss to the inside of Buck’s thigh.
“Fuck,” Buck exhales shakily. This is going to ruin him. Tommy is going to ruin him.
“C’mere.” Tommy gets his hands on Buck’s ass and guides him forward as Buck rises to his knees.
For a split second, the nervousness from before flares back to life and Buck hesitates with his knees bracketing Tommy’s head and hovering close enough over his mouth that Buck can feel the hot puffs of his breath against his skin.
“Are you—” A noise that definitely isn’t a squeak leaves Buck’s mouth as Tommy yanks him down with a bruising grip on his hips.
Instinctively, Buck tries to squirm away, trying to rise up on his knees as the wet heat of Tommy’s mouth meets his cunt. Tommy doesn’t let him get away, fingers tightening around Buck’s hips hard enough that they ache.
A bolt of arousal shoots straight through his core, bowing his spine forward as he grips the headboard with both hands now. He doesn’t know what sensation to focus on— the rasp of Tommy’s stubble against his inner thighs, or the way Tommy is working his tongue inside of Buck and tasting how wet he is at the source, or maybe he should focus on how each twitch of his hips has his aching cock bumping against Tommy’s nose. It’s overwhelming, almost too much but at the same time not enough at all.
Buck feels like he’s on fire, sweat dripping down the line of his spine as he grinds down against Tommy’s mouth, desperate and needy and so fucking turned on he can hardly think.
“Tommy, Tommy– ah!” Buck nearly chokes on his tongue, hips jumping as Tommy drops his jaw and hums against Buck, sending the vibrations of it straight through Buck’s core.
Tommy’s hands drop to his ass, grabbing two fistfuls and using them to pull Buck even closer to his mouth and urge him to grind against his face. Buck goes easily, thighs tightening around Tommy’s head as he swivels his hips down to chase the burn of stubble against his sensitive skin. Tommy grins against his skin, pressing a teasing kiss to Buck’s clenching hole before dragging his chin right over it.
Buck moans from high in the back of his throat, toes curling with the mix of pleasure pain from the scrape of Tommy’s stubble against his cunt. Tommy doesn’t give him a second to rest, humming again as he kisses his way up to where Buck’s clit is throbbing.
“Please— Tommy, please, please—” Buck doesn’t know what it is he’s begging for but he can’t stop. He wants more, he wants everything that Tommy can give him. He wants—
Tommy drags his tongue over Buck’s cock before wrapping his lips around Buck and sucking.
“Tommy, Tommy–– oh my god, oh god—” Buck chants, gasping as static whines in his ears.
Buck can feel his orgasm building, a tension twisting in his gut that’s making his thighs shake and his clit jump against Tommy’s tongue. Tommy hums around him and Buck curses, riding the edge of too much. He lets go of the headboard, burying his fingers in Tommy’s hair, trying to keep himself grounded as he spirals higher and higher.
One of Tommy’s hands slips lower, fingers dipping in the cleft of Buck’s ass, and one fingertip presses against Buck’s hole. Buck moans, leaning back and getting a hand on Tommy’s sweaty chest as he fucks his mouth.
It feels like Tommy is touching him everywhere, and hurt little noises that Buck couldn’t stop even if he wanted to fall past his lips with every exhale. Just when he thinks Tommy can’t make him feel any better, he goes and does something that sends stars shooting up Buck’s spine.
Buck whines, beyond words as Tommy reaches up with one big hand to paw at Buck’s heaving chest. A punched out noise leaves Buck as Tommy gets his hand on a nipple, twisting and pinching it until Buck is sobbing. Only then does Tommy switch his attention to the other nipple, leaving Buck’s chest throbbing in time with his heartbeat.
The heat in Buck’s belly twists tighter, his orgasm so close he can nearly taste it on the back of his tongue. Tommy notices, because of course he does. He doubles down, lapping at Buck’s cock like he’s trying to devour him.
Buck doesn’t even know what kind of noises he’s making, probably some approximation of Tommy’s name as he bows over him. Buck is so close, he’s so close—he gets both hands in Tommy’s hair, pulling his mouth as close as possible as Buck shamelessly fucks himself against Tommy’s tongue.
Tommy keeps making his own encouraging little noises, the deep vibrations of them shaking Buck apart. Buck curls forward, the pleasure bowing his spine as he moans loud enough his entire apartment complex can probably hear him.
“Oh god— Tommy, Tommy, I’m gonna–– oh god oh god oh god,” Buck babbles, crying out as the tension behind his navel snaps, his orgasm rushing through him in a flashover of heat that burns up all the air in his lungs.
His mouth drops open around a soundless yell as he goes rigid, fingers twisting in Tommy’s hair tight enough it probably hurts. Tommy moans underneath him so Buck doesn’t let go, holding on to Tommy as his clit jumps against Tommy’s tongue with every crashing wave of Buck’s orgasm.
Tommy doesn’t stop lapping at him even when Buck jolts from how sensitive he is. Hips jumping, Buck tries to get away from the overstimulation, the pleasure turning sharp and biting and leaving him gasping for air.
“T–Tommy, wait— ah!” Buck trembles, eyes threatening to roll back in his head as Tommy holds him place with a bruising grip on his thighs.
It feels like all his nerve endings are stripped bare, Tommy’s touch leaving him feeling raw and exposed. He thinks he might be crying, but he’s not sure. He’s not even sure if he can remember his own name as he squirms in Tommy’s grip.
“I–I can’t! Tommy—” But even as he says it, Buck can feel tension drawing tight in his gut.
He’s going to come again.
This time when he comes, it feels like he’s been hooked up to a car battery. Each shock of his orgasm feels like icy-hot electricity has replaced the blood in his veins. His thighs try to snap together, but Tommy is still between them holding Buck open.
When his orgasm finally recedes, so does all the tension that had been holding Buck up. He sags, thighs still shaking as he tries to catch his breath.
For a second, Buck thinks Tommy is going to try and get him to come again. But thankfully he lets go of Buck’s thighs, helping him dismount. It’s less than graceful, but Buck feels like his bones are made out of putty as he collapses down to the bed.
When he looks over, Tommy is staring at him, eyes hazy and his mouth and chin soaked. Buck’s dick throbs. That’s from him. Tommy’s lips are shiny and swollen because of Buck. As he’s watching, Tommy’s tongue darts out and Buck can’t help himself. He surges forward, getting a hand on the back of Tommy’s head and pulling him in for a filthy kiss.
Tommy groans into the kiss as Buck licks his way into his mouth, tasting himself on Tommy’s tongue.
“Holy shit,” Buck says, breaking away from the kiss with a gasp.
Tommy makes a noise of agreement in the back of his throat as he shifts, sliding a palm over Buck’s waist and holding him close as he presses kisses wherever his lips can reach.
Buck looks down the length of Tommy’s body and realizes with a start that Tommy is hard and leaking against his stomach. There’s a puddle of precome underneath the swollen red head of his cock and the idea that Tommy was getting off on eating Buck out makes Buck’s stomach flip.
“What do you need?” Buck asks, smoothing his palm down Tommy’s stomach.
Tommy pushes himself up, batting Buck’s thighs apart before kneeling in the space between them. “Just stay there—“ Tommy grunts, getting a hand around his thick cock.
Buck’s mouth goes dry as he watches Tommy strip his hand over his cock. Tommy has a gorgeous cock, and even though Buck doesn’t have many to compare it to, he knows it’s true. The sight of it makes his mouth water and the wet sounds of Tommy fucking up into his fist makes Buck’s spent cock twitch. As much as he would love to, there’s no way he’s coming again.
“Are you gonna come?” Buck’s voice comes out husky and he watches as a shiver works its way under Tommy’s skin.
“Yeah, I’m close,” Tommy pants, hips twitching forward as his hand flies over his cock.
“Come on me.”
Buck trails a hand down his stomach to his pussy. Tommy’s eyes follow the movement, a deep groan leaving him as Buck spreads himself open. He’s still sensitive and just the touch from his own fingers is almost too much. It’s worth it for the choked off noise Tommy makes as he folds over and comes all over Buck’s stomach and pussy.
Tommy strokes himself through his orgasm, making little breathy noises that Buck swears he could get high off of, before he lets himself go. Buck expects him to crawl up the bed and kiss him because kissing seems to be Tommy’s favorite thing to do when he’s floating through a post orgasm haze. But instead, he lowers himself between Buck’s legs and pushes his thighs apart until there’s an ache in Buck’s hips.
“What are you—“ Buck cuts himself off with a gasp, back arching off the bed as Tommy flattens his tongue and licks a burning hot path from Buck’s hole to his cock.
Buck kicks out, fisting the sheets at his sides as Tommy methodically cleans every drop of his come from Buck’s skin. It feels like he’s been turned inside out and just when he thinks he won’t be able to stand it anymore, Tommy stops.
Sagging against the mattress in relief, Buck stares up at the ceiling until Tommy moves up the bed and collapses on top of him, blanketing Buck with his body.
Buck hums, accepting Tommy’s kiss— the both of them too tired to coordinate their mouths past a sloppy press of their lips.
Pulling back, Tommy grins. “That was good? You liked it?”
Buck snorts, wrapping his arms around Tommy. “You made me come twice, what do you think?”
Tommy chuckles, pressing a lazy kiss to the jut of Buck’s collarbone. “Well, it sounds like I need to do better. It should have been three times.”
Buck laughs, a deep belly laugh that jostles Tommy on top of him. “I’m going to need at least a couple business days before we try that. I don’t think I can walk.”
“Hm, that’s probably for the best. I think I might have pulled something in my neck.”
Buck jolts, staring at Tommy. “What? Are you okay? Why didn’t you say anything?” Buck pushes himself up to his elbows.
“You could have broken my nose and I would have kept going.”
“Tommy,” Buck scolds. Tommy just grins at him, loose and satisfied.
“Occupational hazard.” Tommy shrugs. “Completely worth it.”